Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 64
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 64 - A tale about Page 3 lifestyles and relationships set in Bombay, India, in the late Nineties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Blackmail Cheating Cuckold Rough Torture Interracial White Male Slow
Merlyn had done her share of outrageous things in her life but this was definitely the topper. On a scale of 1 to 10, what she was going to do tonight was way up there, nudging the double digits.
She soaped herself slowy, langurously stretching out her leg the way she had seen movie stars do in Hollywood films, running the large froth-filled sponge up and down her silk-smooth thighs, her calves. When she got to the soles of her foot, it tickled unbearably and she shivered, clenching her fists.
The bath smelled so good, so warm, so fragrantly aromatic, she could have spent all night in here, pampering herself. She had done just that the first night they were here in Frisco. And Steve had spent most of the night with her.
Finally, they'd dozed off, and she had woken in the early hours to find they were lying in cold scummy water, the book Steven had been reading, The Entertainment Economy, floating gallantly in the bathtub, his reading spectacles perched on top of the soggy hardback like the eyes of a submerged crocodile.
After that, he refused to get into the tub with her. "See these wrinkles?" he'd say, pointing at his face and neck playfully. "I aged ten years that one night!"
She thought of Steven and smiled. He was a wonderful man. Kind, gentle, a graceful, unselfish lover. A man used to power, yet wise enough not to abuse it. She liked him very much. Had enjoyed this time they had spent together in Frisco as well as in Bombay. Had enjoyed the sex immensely. As well as the intelligent, mature conversations they had about everything under the sun.
But tonight, she was about to step beyond the circle of Steven's arms. She had no illusions about what she going to do tonight. He had made it crystal clear to her. And of course, she had already read the book, The Perfumed Garden, where everything was spelled out to the last letter. This was no drunken orgy they were going to attend. The Moon Mask Night. What was the phrase Steven had used? "An erotic transference." That was it. A mutual sharing of pleasures of the senses, not just touch, but sight, sound, scent, and above all, the emotions. Not a wild, manic, free-for-all orgy, he had explained carefully.
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