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The Most Intimate Part

Copyright© 2004 by Carlos Malenkov

Chapter 5

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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  

Amelia introduced me to life's finer pleasures. After making love, we would snack on chunks of bread torn off baguettes, accompanied by small wedges of Brie cheese and slices of Bermuda onion. "Dear Casi, you must learn to distinguish between good Brie and bad Brie." With her mouth full, munching noisily, "On the continent, we would laugh at the quality of cheese you Americans accept. Because it is marked 'imported, ' you believe that it is the finest. On the contrary, the dairies of Europe use America as a dumping ground for their inferior and unacceptable cheeses, the swill any self-respecting Belgian or Frenchman would feed to the pigs." She swallowed, then emitted a small, ladylike belch. "With few exceptions, what is marketed as high quality Brie here is bitter and spotted with brown mold. I needed to look far and wide to find even this middling quality cheese."

It tasted fine to me, delicate and creamy in fact. I couldn't imagine it being any better, and told her so. Her response: "If I were Judith and you Holofernes, I would cut off your head for impertinence!" A rather drastic remedy, I thought.

Rather than cutting off my head, she filled it with a cultural education of sorts. We haunted foreign film festivals, viewed the works of Bresson ("Le Filou"), Carné, Eisenstein, Buñuel, Fritz Lang. She assigned me books to read, and we discussed Goethe, Stendhal, and Balzac. We talked far into the night, and sometimes fell asleep in each other's arms, too fatigued to make love.

 
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