L'Amour à Paris

Nous sommes à Paris...on vacation. We have been touring, eating amazing food, wine-tasting and drinking, shopping, and of course, l'amour. One evening, we go to a fine restaurant for dinner. You are dressed all in black...pants, shirt, blazer. God, do you look incredible with your hair moussed and your silver shining. Your eyes are sparkling and your beautiful smile is absolutely irresistible. I am wearing all black as well...a flowing dress with a plunging v-neck and black open-toed heels. Blood red nail polish colors my fingers and toes, and red lips shine. My blonde curls are bouncy and full of life and my eyes look particularly green and sparkling. We are ready for an incredible evening of food, drink, and each other.

Dinner is delicious...pate au fois gras, poisson du jour, salade, les desserts, du vin et fromage, et les autres choses. After a nice espresso and an aperatif, we stroll along les rues de Paris holding hands. We take a ride on the Seine sur un bateau mouche and go to the upper level where the moon is shining and a soft breeze kisses our cheeks. We stand by the rail and watch as the cityscape slowly passes by. La Tour Eiffel is beautifully lit in the distance. You take my hands and pull me close. Our eyes are fixed on each other and suddenly we are all alone in this magical place. We kiss and become one. The emotions that we feel are beyond anything we've ever experienced. When le bateau docks, we hail a cab and head to the hotel.

In the cab, we continue to kiss and gaze. Your hand slides up my thigh to find my sweet wetness oozing and my lips yearning for your touch and your tongue. When we get to our room, it is lit by the moonlight. The windows are tall like the ceilings of the old building with its European charm. We open them and the cool breeze gently blows the long, sheer drapes into the room in a flowing, sensuous motion. We stand in front of the window in the moonlit darkness of our room. You turn me around and slowly unzip my dress and pull it off of my shoulders. I turn around and step out of the dress, high heels still on. I take off your jacket, unbutton your shirt, and kiss your chest as I go. I undo your pants as you kick off your shoes and I pull them down, kissing your stomach and your thighs as I go. You step out of your pants and I walk you to the bed. I unhook your black, silky bra and gently pull it off, cupping your breasts from behind and softly biting your shoulders and neck as you begin to moan. I remove my bra and heels and get on the bed where you are waiting. We kneel facing each other with our breasts just barely touching. We begin to kiss slowly and then more passionately. My face is in your hands and my arms are now around you. Our mouths continue what they're doing and our hands begin to roam. We each find the other's wetness and our fingers probe and rub and slide back and forth.

I turn you around and bend you over, plunging my fingers into you from behind. Your body heat continues to rise and you beg me to eat you. I lie down as you kneel over me and I begin licking you from beneath. I put my fingers back in and penetrate you with increasing pressure. I add another finger and start to suck your swollen clit. You are moaning and calling my name until you start to buck and come and fall over onto your back when you can't take anymore. I caress your chest for a while and you doze off sweetly.

When you awake, you come to me and kiss me, tasting yourself on me. You work your way down until your tongue and mouth and hands and face are in my soaked pussy. You make love to me so beautifully that I let you know with my sounds and my tears of joy...relaying how wonderful this moment is and how special you make me feel. It is all so incredibly tender, loving, and warm.

Aaahh...Paris, l'amour, toi et moi. What an amazing combination. Je t'aime beaucoup, ma chèrie.