Your horse and carriage glide along the red dirt road.  On each side you are consumed by an avenue of oaks dripping with moss.  You can just see the stars through the canopy.  You see my home in the distance...an antebellum plantation with Doric columns and a wraparound porch.  You are almost in my arms.  

Fireflies are swarming in the surrounding fields.  You remember as a child racing through those fields equipped with only an empty Mason jar.  When you finally reach the entryway you are greeted with a smile and an offering of chilled sweet tea or homemade lemonade.  You have something slightly stronger in mind though.  

As you are escorted to the parlor your heart beat slows a bit.  You soak in the deep mahogany woods so prevalent in each room.  You are surrounded by history.  You help your self to a cigar and cognac.  Just as you are getting comfortable you hear someone say from behind “Belle will see you now.”  

As you reach the spiraling staircase your heart again picks up the pace.  You hurry your way up trying not to trip, plummeting right back to your starting point.  You hear my voice lightly beckoning “This way.”  You know exactly where to find me now.  Your entire body reacts with an uprise.  

There I am clad in a Victorian bustle gown made of red velvet and ivory silk…layers upon layers of silk and lace.  The corset underneath accentuates my already tiny waist.  Although you could swim in the rich fabrics you need to swim in my flesh more.  You begin to undress me.  

Each layer leads to greater anticipation until there I am...in the flesh.  My skin isn’t much darker than the ivory silk and it is smooth to the touch.  I grab your face firmly in my hands and pierce your lips with my tongue.  There is no time to be gentle.  I want you now!  You toss me effortlessly back onto a four post canopy bed.  A perfect creation for binding but that isn't on the agenda; maybe next time.  

There is a pleasant breeze seeping through the arched windows.  The summer's day heat is dissipating.  While still holding your face with one hand I reach down with the other and effortlessly remove your belt and unbutton your trousers.  Your body is ready for me.  I hike my legs up with my red heals propped on the footboard and guide you deep inside of me.  

Our mouths continue to explore each other as you stand pulsing back and forth inside of me.  I tense up below you and thrust my hips into yours.  I am going to burst.  My entire body is heated and clenching as I quickly come to an orgasm, juices flowing.  I am a screamer but luckily we are on the only plantation for miles.  

We continue with you grunting, panting, and moaning in my ear.  I moan with you as I am still on fire.  Your moans become stronger and your thrusts almost violent.  You pull out of me and let yourself cum all over my smooth ivory stomach, painting me in your thick salty sweet juices.  Your orgasm is strong and violent just as mine was.  

You lie down beside me and we do not speak; we are trying to catch our breath and no words are needed.  After what seems like hours I get up and clean us both up.  I put a cream silk dressing gown on and lie back down beside you.  You move swiftly buttoning your trousers and belt.  I reach for you but only graze your leg.  You lean in for one last kiss.  

I ask in a sensuous inviting voice “What will I do when you leave?”  You then reply in a voice with base “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”  I am not concerned.  I know you cannot stay away for long.

You've been gone and now your back and I love it. You have been missed.

She is as romantic and creative as her chronicle above would indicate.  I need to find one of those four post canopy beds...a perfect creation for binding.

I can almost swear that the entire scene decribed above went thru my mind before I saw you last altho with less descriptive detail (I just don't have a female imagination) and you made it happen in a 2 bedroom condo in San diego.
I both love and hate you at this moment because all I want is to be back in that paradise and unfortunately have to live in the real world on all but the most special days.
I cannot not wait till the next such special day arrives and I can once again leave this reality and enter once again to that beautiful southern plantation where I can be a REAL man and ravish your beauty for hours!

Thank you bill88,

It is great to be back and even greater to know I was missed.  I get so much enjoyment composing these stories and hope y'all get just as much enjoyment experiencing them.  Once again, I am thrilled to be back.  Until we meet...

Ciao,
Belle

Dear Liveonce,

I hope you don't stay away for too long.  I know where to find you and I will be coming that way soon  (:  Although being home in Alabama inspired my composition, I immediately thought of you when I wrote of the four post canopy bed.  Thank you for the fabulous review!  I was in the middle of the airport when I read it but I felt like I was at my theatrical debut.  I grinned for hours.  Until we meet again...

Ciao,
Belle

Hi Primus,

Maybe the next time we meet you should show up in a horse and carriage  (:  The neighbors might find that odd though.  You are nothing but a REAL man, plantation or no plantation, and I eagerly anticipate our next rendezvous!  Until then...

Ciao,
Belle

A four post canopy bed…a perfect creation for binding.

The big question…you first or me first???

I look forward with great anticipation to our next rendezvous…and the chance to create an experience worthy of a fabulous review