The Most Intimate Part
Copyright© 2004 by Carlos Malenkov
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Casimir wants nothing so much as a relationship with a woman. The problem is that all of his sexual experience so far has been with men. Then he sees an interesting personal ad in the paper. The woman implies that she's looking for anal sex. Now THAT Casimir knows a few things about. But there could be trouble ahead...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual FemaleDom First Anal Sex Sex Toys BBW Slow Transformation
And here we were in her apartment. Sitting at the kitchen table, facing each other. The translucent gauze curtains billowed in the soft breeze and the lights were dim. Mid-summer street sounds provided soothing background accompaniment. Our voices were still and we sat there with our heads hanging down like a couple of shy teenagers on their first date.
This was the critical moment, and all at once I couldn't meet her gaze, couldn't do what needed to be done. Then I felt a cool hand on my cheek, and she clasped my fingers with hers, pulling me over to whisper in my ear:
"Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?"
"I would say that was a direct quote from Shakespeare's 'As You Like It.' And, as it happens, I haven't had terribly much luck with Rosalinds."
She laughed.
Amelia's hands were large for a woman's, with long, dextrous fingers. Her touch was firm and confident. I noticed her well-groomed but unpolished nails as she helped me out of my clothes.
"Behold the man. You are a beautiful specimen, Casi. Here, this will keep you snug as you wait for me to freshen myself." She handed me a well-worn blue velvet bathrobe, then slowly walked off in regal splendor, still fully clothed.
There was soft music playing somewhere. A woman sang in a darkly sensuous smoky voice. I wandered toward the source of the sound, over by the far wall. It was Nan Moravia doing the definitive version of "Love is Pain."
You touched my soul
It brought me bliss
My tears began
With your soft kiss
Exquisite taste in music. Fine equipment, too. The clear "milky" tones of an old-fashioned tube-type MacIntosh amp and full-size Acoustic Research AR-3A speakers did the song justice. Might even put to shame the 300 watt per channel SWTP "Supertiger" system I had been planning to put together. All of it, the choice of music and the hardware, even the ambience, earned my seal of approval. For whatever it was worth.
I heard water running, then a wedge of light from the half-open bathroom door split the darkness. Rhythmic footsteps approached. Amelia placed a finger across my lips before I could open my mouth to speak. She took my hand and laid something cold and shiny into it. It was a metal squeeze-tube with a vaguely camphor-like smell. I strained to make out the label in the dim light: "XE-41 Industrial Strength Recreational Lubricant (certified safe for internal use)."
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