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Michelle sat alone in the restaurant, as cross as two sticks. She attacked the lime pastel fiercely and sipped her Americano with disgust. Stuck here, in Cuatro Vientos, with no one to talk to, no car keys, far from home in Barcelona. Worse, far from Madrid. Bored, annoyed and hopeless. This was supposed to be a lovely day in the capital. Jo had sparks in her eyes when she asked: "Michelle, you've got the day off tomorrow, right?" "I think so." "Excellent! Why don't you come to Madrid with me? I'll show you my office and we'll spend the day together and then in the afternoon we'll see a bi… 阅读更多内容

Michelle was lying in bed in complete darkness. The brilliant invention of the persianas, which completely blocked out the sun, allowed for a midday siesta. There was no light in the room, and although it was still warm, it was considerably colder than outside. No matter how long Michelle stayed there, her eyes could not adjust to the darkness. She couldn't see anything, only hear and feel. What she heard was a breath. Not just her own, there was another. She could also feel that breath on the inside of her thighs. She could feel kisses and hear pecks. She was grateful for darkness. She to… 阅读更多内容

Begin passion play, I won't shy away I'm your source of satisfaction Just relax my dear, make your mind so clear I'll lead you straight into action Taste me, you will see More is all you need Dedicated to How I'm pleasing you Your heart beats harder You burn with ardor My spell is vaster Obey your caster, caster Mistress of pleasures I'm using my skills To make you free transcending your dreams Twisting your hips as I give you thrills Your moan's my prayer and I hear your screams Mistress, mistress Your moan's my prayer and I hear your screams Mistress, mistress Come with me this way, neve… 阅读更多内容

The plane touched down smoothly. Kate, tired and sleepy, slowly began to collect her things. Modern aviation seemed like magic, a few hours ago she was in Brussels, the day before she was piloting the plane, and now - home, change, go to work. In the taxi she tried to recall the events of the last 24 hours, but blushed and, embarrassed, offered the driver her best chit-chat. The unpredictable weather, traffic jams and the cost of living were sure to make for a heated conversation. The door closed behind her. The suitcase stood in the middle of the corridor, forgotten. Shoes left on the floo… 阅读更多内容

Kate was resting, half dreaming. It was so nice to wrap her arms around Jo and feel her excitement. The tiny girl knew what she wanted and how to get it. Then they swapped places and it was as nice as the other way round. The pleasure surprised Kate as it came out of nowhere, as swift as a wave from the sea. It took her over, carried her away and left her as quickly as it had come. Jo enjoyed sex like everything else in her life. It was a moment of pleasure, a good time. A cup of coffee, a piece of chocolate. For a moment it was everything to her, but when it was gone, it was gone. "I'm so… 阅读更多内容

Michelle was resting, half dreaming. Her naked body was barely covered by a sheet, her breathing calming. She felt the warmth on her side and turned her head in that direction. The tiny girl with the funny little nose was lying next to her. She just gave her some pleasure. Quite a lot, in fact. Michelle stretched out and went to the balcony. The view was splendid. Mountains on one side, the sea on the other and Barcelona in the middle. She was going to settle down here, find her place, her pace, her peace. And now she made a friend . . . It was that morning when she was going to have breakf… 阅读更多内容

Not much was said backstage. Michelle took a cookie offered by the organiser and bit into it as if it were her personal enemy.  Their friend, a violinist called Benigna, came to congratulate them. A musician herself, she immediately sensed the atmosphere and stood at the door, unsure of what to do.  "Come in," Michelle said sombrely.  "Guys, you were great tonight", Benigna was honest in her opinion, but this time it was not much appreciated.  "Come on," Michelle waved her hand. "Why? What happened?" "Should you ask? I . . ." "We made an ad libitum vide in Handel's f… 阅读更多内容

A girl entered backstage. "We're ready to go." Kate took her guitar, checked the tuning and stood by the door, waiting. Michelle took her flute, played a few runs, adjusted the tuning, played a scale and nodded. They were ready. The audience began to clap casually as the girl entered, but soon the applause became warmer as some members noticed Kate's long legs, a bit of cleavage and Michelle's beautiful dress. Michelle felt like Yuja Wang and hated it. They were here for the music. Only the music mattered. Now they were not only going to play the repertoire, they were going to fight for rec… 阅读更多内容

The flight home from Zurich was uneventful. Michelle put on her headphones, closed her eyes and lost herself in her world. Kate took a seat next to the window. She contemplated the endless white blanket that covered Mother Earth. The sun was setting, bathing the scene in a soft light.  It was only last night that their final concert had taken place. They only had time for a quick dinner, ran to the hotel to pack their things, and had a quick nap before running to the airport. They did not talk much. The tour had been long and exhausting and the last day was just crazy. They had worked ha… 阅读更多内容

A small church, perhaps dating from the 12th century, was their venue for the evening. There were still some medieval frescoes on the walls.  Kate walked to the part that would be her stage. Her high heels tapped on the ancient stone floor. The sound reflected off the walls and soon the church was filled with it. Kate took a deep breath, turned and clapped her hands. Perfect. She eagerly took off her guitar, sat down and played a few bars of Vivaldi's Concerto in D. She sighed.  "Wow, what a great place. The sound comes right back to me. I can control every note." "Like you always… 阅读更多内容

I'm wearing a stunning gown Of orange, gold and red I am a feast for the eyes I'm gorgeous I slowly strip before you The wind's my serenade Piece by piece falling down I'm naked I am helpless, I'm fragile Unveiled, undisguised Exposed, defoliated I'm a tree… 阅读更多内容

Michelle was strolling through the streets of a charming Swiss town. Vicosoprano, not far from the Italian border, was just a speck on the map, something that cars on the Milan-Saint Moritz route passed at full speed. The drivers were unaware of the beauty and peculiar atmosphere of this town. It consisted of just a few houses but had a central square, a main church and a grand shop. There was a hotel and a courthouse with a tower. Today it is a museum, but 400 years ago it witnessed the madness of the witch trials. A lot has changed since then.  Michelle spotted a 16th-century mural dep… 阅读更多内容

"Professor!" Kate stopped and turned. The receptionist waved her hand.  "There's some correspondence for you." "Thank you." An envelope had to be brought in by someone, it was not postmarked and had no return address. Just Kate's name. Professor Catherine . . .  Inside was a business card. Michelle's name, email and phone. Not a word.  Kate put everything in her purse. There was something in it. A packet of cigarettes. She never smoked, it was true, but now she felt like an addict. She wanted it so badly and hated the feeling, hated herself for the lack of control. She squ… 阅读更多内容

The cold light of the street lamp enveloped the naked bodies of two girls. A breeze outside seemed to match the excited breathing of the lovers. The black-haired girl looked deep into the wise brown eyes of the blonde, who could not help but admire the sapphire hue of her partner's irises. They savoured the moment, touching each other as they had never done before. The excitement of the first time was slowly fading. The brunette tried to give her partner as much pleasure as she could, but at the same time the blonde's fingers felt awkward. It was strange, she wanted her so much. It was not un… 阅读更多内容

"Play it again, Sam."  Catherine raised her surprised eyes and met with the sparkly eyes of her friend. Kate (she hated "Cath" to the bone) forgot for the moment that the secret name her friend addressed her was cleverly covered in the misquote from "Casablanca". Sitting at the centre of the stage, bathed in light, she felt exposed and insecure.  "Oh, I don't think..."  "If they could stand it" Michelle nodded to the audience, "I can too. Play it." "Yes, Nick", Kate addressed Michelle with her secret name.  "It's Rick" corrected some nerd from the audience and everybod… 阅读更多内容

This girl was all too to my liking. She was too skinny, her lips were too thin, and her jokes too cruel. Nevertheless, I felt strangely attracted. I saw her at the party; our eyes met across the room. She gave me a piercing look that made my heart freeze. I tried to ignore her. After all, I had never met her before. Yet somehow I found myself drawn to her and her company. Her loud voice sounded icy, even harsh. What a horrible person, I thought. But then I started to listen to what she was saying. When a clever man was lecturing the company about a new star that was about to appear in the… 阅读更多内容

I am unable to describe Though I would like so much The sweet sensation in my breasts When they react to touch It shines like an orange-gold As it goes down the spine Tastes like B major, and sounds like honey Smells like a raindrop in a glass of wine I am unable to describe The bells and whistles, sparks and charms And all the love I feel for you When you do orgasm in my arms You look at me and bite your lip Arousal is such a good vibe I want to feel all you can give And learn the things I can't describe I'm not a poet, alas! No doubt I cannot find the rhythm or time But our breaths have… 阅读更多内容

We were bathing in the Summer afternoon Sun. It was warm and the windows allowed all the soft, gold light to come in. That day I finally convinced Kate to go with me and now I could hear her sights of wonder and excitement. She was sitting with legs gently spread, and a big stick guided by my skillful hand was moving in between her thighs. I could say from the blush on her cheek how much she enjoyed the ride. 'Grab it into your hand' I encouraged her. She looked at me with disbelief. 'Go on, try yourself. I will still guide you.' She moved her hand shyly and wrapped her tiny fingers around… 阅读更多内容

Point your finger at me, my darling Who has beckoned me with a promise of shiver I want to stand in front of you bare and willing Cover me with your touch, lead me to the bed I am an usurpt town Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end I am not in charge of your tender hands To obey is my duty, delight's my desire I love you so much and I want your love in return I thrive under your fingers, my lips call your name Take my hot breath, adore my passionate body Caress my twin roes, drink from my flower Unless you make me love you so much that it enslaves me, I’ll never be free And I'll never be ful… 阅读更多内容