I am almost fully recovered from my wild romp with Claudia and Geneviève earlier this evening and enjoying the pleasant flashbacks of what occurred between the three of us. Madame Élise’s gracious gesture of two vintage bottles of expensive 1988 Veuve Clicquot champagne, and the gift of the lovely Geneviève, with her epic Gianni Versace, wet look, stretch, Bodycon dress, has left me feeling very humbled, fortunate, and grateful. I cannot get the sight of these two gorgeous women out of my mind. Claudia and I have reservations for two at the well-established Piazza Romana at 339 Chemin du Bord-du-lac, in West Island, which was established in 1971 by the Odoardi family. I have a car on the way that will take us there; wait, then drive us back to our homes, door-to-door.
Tonight, I will wear a dark navy Brooks Brothers Regent cashmere sport coat with a pair of tan Regent flat-front merino wool trousers, woven in Italy by the renowned Reda mill. Also, from Brooks Brothers, my dress shirt will be American-made Oxford cloth, with mother-of-pearl buttons, barrel cuffs, and a Polo button-down collar, in a smart pale blue. My feet will adorn a pair of Allen Edmonds Park Avenue shell cordovan cap-toe Oxford dress shoes. My eyeglass frames will be a Matsuda M3105-D Rimless, with prescription, custom RX, Leica ground lenses, and my watch will be a 1982 Omega Speedmaster Pro, model 145.022, and vintage.
The front desk called and announced that my driver for the evening was outside, and I must call Claudia, and depart immediately. I dialed her number, and her roommate Sasha answered and explained that, “Claudia is already on her way to the Piazza Romana, and she will meet you there, and be at the bar waiting.” With everything set, the fully loaded and maximally optioned Lincoln Town car that I was in began its journey to the restaurant. Antonino, our driver, is wearing fine Italian threads and a Rolex Daytona that outbids my mere Omega Speedmaster Pro. I arrived at the Piazza Romana with no delays, and entered to find a fine gentleman named Tony Odoardi, who was well dressed in an Armani pinstripe suit, with an Armani pure silk jacquard tie, with a diamond micro pattern, and he was wearing a sweet pair of John Lobb, Jermyn shoes, with a Palladium finished buckle. “Good evening, sir, I am Marc Hanson, and I have a reservation. I am told that my guest will be at the bar.” He replied quickly, “Yes, Mr. Hanson, your esteemed guest is indeed waiting for you. Please, follow me.”
Mr. Odoardi led me to the bar area with a confident walk at a mild pace, and as I traversed the lovely layout, I took in the overall ambiance of the room, and was quite pleased. He led me to the bar, and about half-way along its length, he called out and said, “Madame Élise, Madame Élise, Mr. Hanson is here,” and he brought me directly to her, and she stood up, and looked me squarely in the eyes, and said, “Bonsoir Marc, je suis Élise Delvaux. Je suis heureux de vous rencontrer.” I sweetly replied, “Madame Élise, quel plaisir de vous recontrer ici, je suis tellement ravie de faire votre connaissance. Tu es si belle Élise, juste comme je l’imaginais!” Indeed, Madame Élise Delvaux was a delight for the eyes, and it was a pleasure to meet her, and she is so very beautiful, and just as I imagined her. I quickly looked around without being rude to see if Claudia was in the area, but I did not find her.
We leaned into each other, and exchanged the customary “la bise,” which is a social gesture involving a light touch of the cheeks, and an air kiss sound. As I approached Élise’s lovely face, I detected the pleasant scent of Thierry Mugler’s perfume known as “Angel,” a unique gourmand fragrance, with notes of chocolate, vanilla, caramel, and patchouli. This scent gave me the notion of asking Élise to skip dinner and come back to my apartment, and bounce around in the bed that was left a hot mess by Claudia and Geneviève just three hours ago. If only I could combine Élise’s scent with what we all left behind, I would never leave that bed again. Élise is stunningly beautiful and so tall and elite. My heart is racing.
Élise immediately takes charge and explains that, “I am here to dine with you, Marc, and Claudia will not be joining us tonight; I am afraid. I do hope that you are not disappointed that I am here.” I retorted quickly, “Claudia? Who is Claudia? Claudia…who is this person you speak of?” Madame Élise broke out in laughter, blushing slightly, and instantly understood my retort as a suggestion that her beauty, and overall presence was so overwhelming, that my memories of Claudia were somehow completely erased, leaving me with amnesia, but in awe of her stunning presence, and she was correct. Claudia? Before I could reply, Mr. Odoardi appeared, as if out of thin air, and said, “Madame Élise, Mr. Hanson. Your table is ready, and sir, your driver Antonino is seated in our kitchen near my office at a table we reserve for ourselves, and he will be comfortable.” I replied, “Thank you so much for this courtesy. Please allow him carte blanche for anything that he may need and amend my check as needed.” Élise smiled, and Mr. Odoardi did as well, and promptly escorted us to our prime location table.
Élise Delvaux is 5 feet 9 inches tall, and was wearing a cool beige Brunello Cucinelli dazzling net-knit dress, with a V-neck, off-the-shoulder style, that had to be a size 6. A superb pair of full 34D, well-elevated breasts were perfectly positioned to adorn the V-neck of the Cucinelli masterpiece. This beautiful, and eloquent summer fashion dress was superb, as it extended to ten inches below the knees, and had side slits beginning exactly where her thumbnail would be with her arms fully extended by her sides, allowing her perfect legs to be seen from a side angle while walking. The indirect lighting of the restaurant combined with the numerous candles flickering in the area, painted Madame Élise in a perfect light, and she was radiant, emanating a golden-purple aura all around her. She intrigues me, and I feel a familiarity with her, as if we know each other.
The silk-blend crêpe slip, which was part of the dazzling net-knit dress, shielded Élise from the garment’s transparency, and was an awe-inspiring sight. Around her suave neck was a red starburst flower silk pongee foulard, with a refined floral-inspired pattern. The fluid lines of this accessory alone placed Élise Delvaux in an elite class of women, far beyond Claudia and Geneviève, who were in their mid-20s. Also by Cucinelli was a stunning pair of rust soft brown Nappa leather sandals, with precious straps adorning her perfect feet. Élise is all legs and was probably a runway model at some point in her life. I loved her copper Cucinelli Techno raffia shoulder bag with Monilli. The superb geometric lines of this unique Monilli embroidery completed the iconic elements of her showcase Brunello Cucinelli summer ensemble that I was fortunate to experience.
Élise and I sat down at our well-appointed table, and she already knew what delicious dish she was going to order, which was the lemon sole fillet in a white wine sauce. To keep the wine selection matched to the dish, I ordered the same entrée, and the waiter paired us with an excellent white wine, a Silver Oak Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon vintage 1993, which exhibited citrus notes of lemon, lime, and grapefruit to complement the lemon flavors in the sole. A perfect pairing for a late evening dinner selection. With dinner ordered, I asked Élise about Claudia’s change of plans, and how it is that Élise’s lovely and elegant presence is gracing me this evening. With a courteous but serious business-casual smile on her face, she asked, “Marc; what did you do to my Claudia? What exactly did you do to her, Marc? Es-tu une brute, es-tu un vilain garçon Marc?”
I knew exactly what she was referring to, because this has happened to me before, and I replied, “Élise, I make love, in love, not lust. I love with my whole heart and soul each and every woman that I pursue. My kiss is more than a simple kiss. My touch is much more than a touch, because of the love that is in me, and my ability to appeal to the body, and the soul, I am able to affect women who are open, free of inhibition, and emotionally healthy, with ease, and they relax, and feel safe in my presence. I can emanate spiritual energy that is essentially élan-vital, into our union while making love at any stage that may present itself. The inflow of this humble and unconditional love can open a floodgate of emotions that are sometimes overwhelming. Is this what you are referring to? Is our dear Claudia overwhelmed with feelings and attachment for me, and has she admitted this to you?”
Élise looked at me with stern wonderment, paused for a moment, and said, “Yes, and with Claudia, she became very comfortable with you. She is only 26 years old Marc, and you know, the girls, they all talk about the men they date, and the gossip can be deep. But with you, all we heard about was this, this, feeling of warmth, and a sense of peace, trust, and kindness, and Marc, Marc, Marc! Then of course there was much amazement about you pleasuring her in the way that you did, and men, they do not do that; they do not love us at all. They just want to be serviced, and act like warrior kings, but you, you gave pleasure as if you loved her, you brute! That is not supposed to happen in an escort encounter. Then she spoke about this warmth, a heat that is not hot, but, well, she could not understand it, and she grew to want that more, the comfort of it. Honestly, Marc, what is really happening? Because Claudia, well, she came to love you, and I, we, cannot have that. My girls cannot become attached to people in this situation. Soon you will be leaving us and are going so far away. What did you do to my Claudia, really! Es-tu une brute, es-tu un vilain garçon Marc?”
I replied to Élise in a very calm, seductive tone, with the greatest authenticity that I could muster, and said, “Élise, are you married, or presently involved in a long-term relationship at the moment? She quickly replied with a firm, “no.” I quickly retorted and said, “Take me home with you. If not tonight, let’s get together tomorrow evening. Let me show you what I am all about, because as I peer into your lovely eyes at this very moment, I am sensing a deep knowing of you, as if you are familiar to me.” Élise listened attentively, but remained silent, and removed the linen napkin from the table, and placed it neatly in her lap. At this very moment, the wine arrived, and the waiter added some warmth, and a convenient pause to the conversation that had just occurred. He carefully decanted the fine wine into our glasses, then walked away swiftly. I never broke my loving gaze and held her attention the whole time.
I then lifted my glass of wine as a toast, and said to Élise, “lovely lady, you charming, and heavenly women; I make a toast, and request that you allow me to be in your presence, so that you can discover who I am. What do you say to that Madame Élise?” She smiled, and lifted her glass to mine, and we clicked our glasses together perfectly, and she said, “All right, Mr. Marc. I am curious to know something. Do you think I will surrender to you, like Claudia and Geneviève did?” I replied, “no Élise, as a matter of fact, I know now that if anyone will be surrendering themselves, it will be me to you, because I can certainly see that you are someone very special.” With these words, Élise looked at me in complete seriousness, and all the muscles in her face were relaxed, neutral, and did not convey one iota of what she may be thinking, but she maintained a lock on me, eye-to-eye, for a few seconds of comfortable, tension-free silence. With perfect timing, our food now arrives, and is placed on the table with great care, and we thanked the waiter, then continued to look at each other, but now we were smiling as we both took another slow sip of wine and prepared to dine.
Élise looked at me and said, “Indeed, you are a brute, Marc, you do know this, yes?” I replied, “yes Élise, but I am a loving brute, and a bit naughty too in a delicious way.” Élise looked at me and smiled warmly, and we both began to eat our finely prepared meal in comfortable silence, while we both continued to look at each other, and enjoy each other’s pleasant company. I loved this silence, and how comfortable we could be together without idle chit-chat to nervously fill in the time. Intuitively, I felt as if our souls knew each other and were being introduced in this special time and place after a long period of being apart. It was just a hunch, but I felt something special about her.
Élise Delvaux is absolutely gorgeous, and elite, and me being 29 years old, and having the company of Élise who is about 37, will be the pleasure of my life, especially if I can make some inroads into her well-developed persona, and breakthrough her well-developed defenses. I took another sip of wine, and asked Élise, “How is it that you came to intercept Claudia tonight? Is she OK, or was there some problem that she spoke to you about? Élise replied, “my girls always come back to where I am located after a client encounter, and we always debrief after every appointment. My girls hold nothing back from me, and we all talk and gossip in a large room and have a good time doing so. The first encounter with you, she said, was very pleasant, and she explained how you treated her in detail, and I could see that she felt something. It was in her eyes. The other girls were becoming jealous and asked Claudia why she allowed you to give her pleasure as you did, and she said that she felt comfortable, that you had a way about you that was uncommon.”
I replied, “How did this description of me from Claudia make you feel? Did Geneviève give you any insights as well?” Élise replied, “Claudia’s description of you and your lovemaking intrigued me and made me curious about you. Geneviève was quiet, reserved, and pensive when she came back this evening with Claudia, and all she said was that she had a very fine time, and was treated well, and she seemed very relaxed. Oh, and thank you for the generous envelope that you gave her. She was compliments of the establishment for all your referrals to us, which number over 20 today.” I replied, “No, no, thank you, Élise, for accommodating me and my team. We are under a lot of stress, and your girls have sharpened us up well, and have given us an edge in what we do, and clarity of mind. I fully understand that you are protecting Claudia, and I am satisfied to know that she is lovingly cared for by you.”
As we dined, we spoke about many things, all the things you would expect in such an encounter, and soon it was time to pay the check, and leave. I gave the waiter my card and waited for him to come back. I looked at Élise with stern determination and said, “Élise, take me home with you tonight. Allow me into your bed, and into your innermost sanctuary. Trust me. We will disrobe and spoon closely. I will hold you close to me, and cuddle. We will fall asleep peacefully, and I will wake you from slumber with caresses, and kisses, two hours before dawn, and by the time the sun rises in the east, you and I will be as one, and make love in every way possible, until we fall from exhaustion in the coolness of the summer morning.” Her eyebrows lifted slightly, her cheeks became rosy, and her eyes opened wider. Then she gave me a wicked sideways glance, and said, “Vous brute, vous brute, absolue d’un homme qu’avez vous l’intention de me faire?”
The waiter came back with my card, and Élise asked me to walk outside with her so we could smoke. I extended my right arm so that she could wrap her left arm around my jutting elbow, and together we walked outside. I pulled out my S.T. Dupont LeGrand lighter, and lit her pink Sobranie Cocktail cigarette, then lit one of my Sobranie Black Russians that I kept in a thin, gold, and black lacquer, S.T. Dupont case, and we puffed together. Élise quipped, “You’re a Sobranie man too, aye?” I replied, “yes Élise, but of course,” and she smiled and said, “Marc, do you have plans tomorrow for Saturday evening?” I said, “No Élise, my day and night are open.” She replied, “May I send you one of my girls tomorrow evening for let us say, 8 pm? She is someone special and will stay with you until the afternoon?” I replied, “I would love that, and I like surprises too. That would be grand! Should I make any special preparations for her, a special drink, or something that she likes?” Élise replied, “No Marc, she will bring what she may require for the stay. Is this alright with you, Mr. Marc Hanson?” I replied, “That is fine with me, Madame Élise Delvaux. Thank you for taking such good care of me and for being such gracious company tonight.”
We finished our cigarettes, and I walked Élise to her car, which was a stunning white 1993 Jaguar XJS Vanden Plas. “Marc, I want to thank you for being who you are, and for being such a gentleman. I appreciate the excellent care with which you treated my precious girls. I enjoyed this evening with you so very much. Thank you for the dinner and your wonderful company. I will call you tomorrow evening to confirm.” I replied, “Élise, the pleasure was all mine, and being graced with your company will never be forgotten. You have made a lasting imprint on my soul. Thank you so very much, Élise.” I extended my right hand, and she gave me hers, and I kissed her hand delicately, then softly looked into her eyes with absolute care. Then I leaned in and kissed her “la bise” style, and said, “Élise, je me souviendrai toujours de toi. Votre apparence et toute votre splendeur. Tellement belle Élise. Bonne nuit.” She replied, “Bonne nuit Marc. Merci encore.”
Antonino dropped me off at my apartment, and when I arrived inside, I took off all my clothes and dove into my bed naked as if it was the day I was born. I immediately started to root around the bed and sheets like a rabid feral cat, searching for the natural scent trails left behind by Claudia and Geneviève. I furiously attempted to identify which lovely girl adorned a particular location by smell. I found Geneviève’s scent quickly, and became like a wildcat in heat, and rubbed, and tumbled in the area, as if drugged by catnip. Then I wrapped the sheet that Claudia had been in around myself, and started to get “nippy,” with that wild look in my feral eyes. I was digging my claws into the sheets, and scratching like a puma in a rage, and was thrashing around like a complete lunatic. Then I began to laugh heartily, and said out loud, “Hanson, get a grip, man,” and soon after, at some point in time, I drifted off to sleep. I awoke still wrapped in Claudia’s sheet, and her scent was there, and it was pleasant. It is Saturday morning, and I must get moving, so the housekeeping staff can clean my dragon’s lair for this evening. I left a detailed note and a substantial tip on my desk, and when I get back, all of my linens, pillowcases, and everything else will be refreshed, and ready for this evening’s wild festivities, and wild they will be!
I had a great morning and afternoon in the city of Montreal, and got a 90-minute spa treatment, and a mani-pedi, followed by a light protein packed lunch, being careful to eat foods that will not bloat me for this evening’s gymnastics. I purchased more beeswax candles, new music, and a pair of Koss M-125 portable powered speakers. I also acquired some Versace Blue cologne to scent my bed and sheets, which produces a delicious bed scent. I went into Chinatown to obtain a custom-blended herbal energy supply. I explained to the chemist what I was planning to do, and he smiled, and said, “I have something for you that will give you the strength of a mighty bear.” I said, “a horny panda bear, or a docile black bear.” He said, “Horny Panda,” and I said, “Perfect!” I needed all the energy that I could get, because Madame Élise promised an overnight stay encounter with one of her lovely girls, so I wanted to have enough energy to go the distance, intending on working myself to exhaustion. I arrived back at my apartment later in the afternoon, and began to relax, preparing my tea and herb infusions, and other preparations that I make to get into an energetic mindset.
The phone rang, and it was Élise calling to confirm my rendezvous, and she told me to expect a delightful woman named “Marie” shortly. I replied, “Élise, I wish it could be you,” and she said, “You brute, you are so persistent, Mr. Marc. You keep that up, and you never know, maybe I will change my mind one-day, monsieur. Enjoy your evening, Marc, and no voodoo-love on my girl.” I replied, “Thank you, Élise. I will be thinking of you the entire time I am making love to one of your divine girls.” Élise said, “I am sure you will be. Vous brute, vous brute! Bonne Nuit Mr. Marc.” About 30 minutes later, the front desk announced a visitor named Ms. Marie, who is now on her way to my door. The anticipation is very exciting, and I enjoy this part of the experience the most. Time moves so slowly after the announcement of my guests’ arrival, which increases the excitement, and the naughtiness of the entire endeavor.
A loud tapping came from my door that was not subtle, which piqued my interest and excitement. I opened the door slowly, wearing just a pair of black Nike no-fly compression shorts, and gasped at what I saw. I could not believe my eyes, and the blood rushed to my head, and to my loins furiously, as my eyes adorned a unique, Vivienne Westwood knitted mini-dress, constructed from steel-gray, open-knit alpaca wool, with graduated leaf motifs from the coveted 1993 collection seen in Vogue. My breathing ceased for a slight moment, and mild vertigo was overtaking me, so I had to collect myself quickly. A nude internal corset produced a pronounced décolletage, visible through the opening to the corsage front, which exhibited a fine pair of bronzed breasts in the corsage window. The high neck of this dress, and the long-fitted sleeves, overwhelmed my senses to breathlessness.
Adorning the feet of the woman wearing the dress was a pair of Vivienne Westwood black croc-effect leather elevated court shoes, with a 6-inch heel and 2-inch platform, that were an orgasm-producing sight. My loins are now welling in response to this eye-candy of delight. In her left hand was an adorable, small, Hermès black box, calf leather, Kelly bag, and in her right hand was a vintage, woven, black leather, and sterling riding crop being held shoulder high, rather than towards the floor. I looked at this well-dressed woman, and her delightful, and towering eminence of 6 feet, 3 inches of slender, and buxom runway-model sexiness, decked out in her Vivienne Westwood showcase of a wardrobe, and said, “I am assuming that Marie is your middle name Madame Élise!” She replied, “Marc, I brought this riding crop to keep you at bay, and if you try to overwhelm me with your voodoo-love, I shall beat you senseless. Is this understood, monsieur?” I replied, “yes Madame Élise, yes, and yes. Please enter my lair and be warned that there are no rules of engagement, and that I shall use every ounce of my power, and every trick in the book that I know, to bring you to complete submission, and utter bliss.” Élise replied, “I am counting on it, Mr. Marc.” Upon hearing her acceptance of my terms, the lovely Élise entered my abode.
As I approached Élise Marie Delvaux, she lowered the riding crop from her shoulder, moving it down to her side in the attack position, and I lunged, and took her by force, and kissed her, like a lion pouncing on an Oryx that he had just captured by the neck. There was no passionate kiss, only vicious, precise, deep French kissing. Our tongues dueling like fencing experts in a match. She sneakily placed the riding crop behind my lower back and grabbed it with both hands while we were kissing, and she pulled me closer to her body, controlling my movements. Élise’s riposte to my vicious French kiss attack was to spin me around and slam me into a wall. The strength of the woman and the savage look in her eyes took me by storm, and I knew this was a new level of passion play, and I was more than ready to retort.
She then broke off the kiss, planted her knee in my crotch, and started to bite me, and nibbled my exposed shoulders on the anterior portion of my deltoid, making her way to my neck. The delicious hard bites, and sucking of my neck continued, as my hands caressed, and explored the texture, and feel of that gorgeous Vivienne Westwood alpaca wool mini dress. The wool was so soft, and the dress so well made, that it aroused my passions greatly. Truthfully, it was the woman in the dress that was lighting my fire, and in a firm commanding tone, I said to Élise, “I want you naked, but leave your panties on, and join me in my bed soon.” Élise released her teeth from my neck, and said, “OK, Mr. Marc, but be warned. I am “en-garde” with your voodoo antics, monsieur.” We both smiled, and disengaged from the initial “bout,” and opening parry of our love festival.
Élise Marie Delvaux, when not wearing her orgasm-inducing platform court shoes, stands 5 feet, 9 inches tall, is willowy, and has an olive skin tone that is bronzed to perfection. She is slender, lean, long-legged, and lithe, with an hourglass figure, and well-proportioned. Élise has prominent and defined cheekbones, is chiseled, and has striking facial structure with a sharp jawline, defined chin, and a distinct nose shape. Élise has full lips, piercing, almond-shaped eyes, and when she walks, an air of confidence, grace, and power is exuded. She is mesmerizing, charismatic, enigmatic, and alluring, all at the same time, and she has the ability to convey many emotions and moods instantaneously. Élise walked through my door sporting the original “Rachel haircut,” which was shoulder length, wavy, and shaped with numerous layers, with a dazzling peppering of caramel and honey toned highlights.
As Élise was disrobing as instructed, I queued my music selection program, which included artists such as Billy Ocean, Lionel Richie, El DeBarge, and other similar love-themed songs. My initial thoughts about my approach to loving and caring for Madame Élise will be to mimic the tempo and form of Antonio Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons,” which is fast-slow-fast in varying degrees. We began the evening “allegro,” and I want us to now move into “adagio,” and stay there for a long time. Eventually, we will be back to “allegro,” then back to “adagio,” and hopefully her first of many ecstatic releases. Then, it will be time for another, “allegro” period, then a quick transition to “presto,” and another earth-shattering ecstatic release, followed by a period of rest, where I will massage her entire body with fine creams, and lotions from her toes to her delightful neck, head, and scalp. I plan to work hard, and labor non-stop, and then begin again at “allegro,” for the second act, and I trust that Madame Élise can keep the pace. I am also open to the possibility that my plans could change moment by moment, and I must remain fluid.
Élise entered my bed, and covered herself with my fine Egyptian cotton sheet, and settled into the soft pillows surrounding her, and she was a glorious sight to behold. As I moved towards her, El DeBarge’s “All This love,” played; a perfect segue into a calm, and romantic vibe that I shall call, “largo é pianissimo sempre,” slow and very quiet throughout. I calmly entered the bed, and slid under the sheet to spoon Élise, and we nestled beautifully, and interlocked perfectly. My right arm is underneath her, and she is resting in the crook, and we are holding hands, while my left hand and arm are resting on her left flank and hip, and the spoon hug is fabulous. I whispered, “Élise, how are you feeling, my sweet?” and she replied, “Warm, and cozy; Mr. Marc. You feel good, monsieur, and I like this feeling.” And with those words, Élise and I tightened our spoon as much as possible, and let the heat build up under the sheet, and it was as if that sheet was a magic blanket. I immediately shifted my energy pattern and intentions from “dominance and conquest” to “equilibrium, love, and peace.” Élise and I entered into a spiritual union in less than a minute while in the spoon, and the resonance of our souls came to homeostatic balance almost instantly.
The best possible outcome of a new love encounter is to be in resonance from the very beginning, and Élise Marie Delvaux is a magnificent person, free of any inhibitions, and her energy is what I call, “love-radiant,” and like Claudia, her aura is purple and golden, with a wonderful blending, and ever-changing hue. Élise, like me, radiates love unconditionally, and this is a rare state of mind anywhere in the world, and sets us apart from most of humanity. Élise and I remained embraced in the spoon for at least four songs, and then she started to move and stretch, and turned herself to face me squarely, face-to-face, lightly kissing, with closed mouth-pecks, and tender caresses of her hands on my shoulders and face. Her perfume was so subtle, and it was the “Angel” scent by Thierry Mugler, the same perfume she was wearing the first time we met. Our kissing slowly escalated to subtle French kissing, with a delicate and tender pace, still in “largo” tempo, which I was loving. Élise and I were kissing and touching with our souls, using our bodies as a conduit, and were making love on the physical and the spiritual planes of existence. It was so refreshing to be with a woman who was capable of this level of intimacy with me.
We remained kissing this way for five songs that were playing on the stereo, and I decided to have my hand roam towards her delightful, pure-cotton panties. Using my left hand, I slowly made my way down her body, and began to press my fingertips on the outside of her undergarment and make my way towards her paradise garden. I detected moisture, warmth, and humidity, more so than I would expect. Élise raised her leg, making access to her garden easier, and I probed deeper, and found that her garment was moister still. This discovery aroused me greatly, and quickened my breathing, and Élise detected my arousal, and said in a whisper, “Mr. Marc, you will find that I am one who produces a delightful nectar, a thick, and sweet, aromatic honey like no other woman you have ever known.” I replied, “I must know more about this Madame,” and she smiled and said, “Take your time, monsieur, I can produce honey like no other.” My level of arousal and excitement has now peaked, but I remained cool and calm on the surface.
Élise continued to kiss me deeply, gracefully, and passionately; then she broke off the kiss, and began to rise to her knees, removing the sheet, and exposing both of us. Élise took note of my erect tree of life under my compression shorts, and she pulled the shorts down, over the tree, with extreme care, and the tree sprang to life. She then planted moist kisses randomly along the tip, length, and base, teasing, then covered the tree again, and threw one of her legs over my pelvic region. Élise was now hovering over me and began to inch forward so she could place her lovely, covered garden by my face. I was now lying flat, but slightly elevated by my pillows at a perfect angle for what was about to occur. Élise made her way towards my upper body, still wearing her lovely beige cotton panties. She positioned herself on the pillows, so that she could hover her covered garden directly over my nose and mouth, and said, “breathe me in, and delight in the aroma, but do not touch, and do not kiss.” Élise maintained a precise distance and moved around in such a way as to produce a sampling of aromatic scent from her lovely body.
The aroma was indescribable and intoxicating. I immediately began to think of the many plants that produce thick, viscous, sweet liquids like the agave, sunflower, maple, aloe, honeysuckle, and evening primrose. Élise was one of those rare women with what I call a “secretion-garden,” which is a woman who has overproductive Bartholin’s glands, that produce abundant, moist, aromatic spices when aroused properly. I was in complete bliss to have discovered this about Élise. I sampled her natural fragrance, and aromatic enticements for a time; then Élise moved to one side of the bed, and removed her beige cotton panties with great care, and proceeded to get into a comfortable physical position to form a modified Raja Supta Kurmasana, known as the reclining tortoise yoga pose. From a seated position at the base of where the pillow stack lay, she leaned forward, and began to rotate, and open her hips, then position her shoulders perfectly, so that she could place her legs and feet behind her neck, with her feet crossed, and pointed. She then began to lift herself up, and tip herself backwards, to recline into the pillow stack on her back, creating the ultimate, open, and accessible approach to her lovely paradise garden, that I have ever seen. I was in new territory this evening and would be dining in a most optimal orientation with superb open access to her most desirable, and sacred anatomical structures.
Élise had a beautifully landscaped garden, with a precise rectangle landing-strip trimmed to perfection. As I approached this masterpiece of an anatomical wonder, with the intent of placing tender kisses upon its surface, I noticed that Élise was able to move, and oscillate her bulbocavernosus, and ischiocavernosus muscles with ease. I would soon find out that she could also control the levator ani muscle groups as well, and this is a superb aid to whatever technique I may choose to use to bring her to climax. I positioned myself comfortably in the prone position, and placed my arms around, and to the back of Élise, and nested my open palms on either side of the base of her spine in the region of the lumbosacral plexus, in the approximate area of L3 to S2. I did this to assist her comfort in the Raja Supta Kurmasana position, by concentrating my Chi, and “élan-vital” energy into this divine area of her body. I had no other choice than to use the entire length and width of my tongue to administer the first of dozens of ice cream cone licks upon the exterior of her paradise garden. Élise promised me that, “I am one who produces a delightful nectar, a thick, and sweet, aromatic honey like no other…” and this was absolutely true.
To describe the flavor, abundant yield, and culinary delight of the paradise garden of Élise Marie Delvaux, I must give you this precise vision as follows. Imagine forming a large snowball-sized amount of beige butter pecan ice cream in your hands, then mashing it down on a wooden board, and forming it into the shape of a woman’s “garden of Eden.” You will also need ten squeeze bottles with the following liquid flavors inside of them: vanilla, caramel, hazelnut, classic simple syrup, cinnamon dolce, peppermint, toffee nut, raspberry, white mocha, and mocha. With extreme care, you will dispense five drops of each flavor randomly over the entire surface of the beige butter pecan masterpiece that you previously formed. Wait 2 minutes for the flavors to melt into the beige butter pecan delight, and dig in, slowly licking, from edge-to-edge, and working your way to the center, where a tiny, Dum-Dum, hard sugar lollipop is planted. Now imagine that the tips of all ten of those squeeze bottles, are magically hidden beneath the beige butter pecan formation, and randomly, by some magical process, they squeeze only one drop of their individual flavors every two seconds, and those flavors magically bubble up to the surface to delight your tongue without pause. This is the precise definition of my experience in the abundantly flavorful and overflowing paradise garden of Élise Marie Delvaux.
Many superb minutes passed while I administered the most delicate tongue torture that I could deliver, and Élise achieved a soothing multilevel orgasm, involving her body, mind, and spirit, with the utmost grace, controlled emotion, and sweet gasps, and moans. As Élise began to unfold, and come out of the Raja Supta Kurmasana position, I felt a sense of euphoria, and disorientation for a few seconds, and reclined on my left side in the recovery position, while I watched Élise relax, and resume her normal, slender, lean, long-legged, and lithe orientation. She then proceeded to lay down beside me, and spooned for a considerable time, in a tight union, with our hands embraced. We spooned in silence, basking in the limelight of our spirits, and reflecting only on the present moment, and moment-by-moment transitions in divine union. I experienced a lucid freedom, and a peace that I had never known before.
For the first time in my life, a woman imparted to me an abundance of spiritual energy, leaving me filled and fulfilled, in all dimensions of my being, without the need for a physical orgasm of my own. Instead of my normal mode of spiritual depletion, I now have the gift of spiritual abundance, from the lovely Élise Marie Delvaux. The psychedelic libations secreted by the magnificent paradise garden of this heaven-sent woman opened a new dimension of reality for me that would last my entire lifetime. Within a few minutes, I was able to come back to reality, having absorbed the euphoria and altered state of consciousness that was gifted to me, and began to kiss Élise’s neck and shoulders. I whispered to her and said, “Sweet Élise, relax, and stretch out, and I will massage you, and work out your body after that fantastic yoga pose.” She smiled and said, “Marc, you can do whatever you like. I am yours, monsieur, and yes, I would love your bold hands all over me.”
I had previously purchased a trio of high-end massage oils in Chinatown, derived from grapeseed oil, apricot kernel oil, and coconut oil, and began to work on Élise’s perfect body from her feet to her shoulders. We listened to sweet, slow, love songs, and maintained the “largo é pianissimo sempre” tempo of our love affair, and would remain in this perfect tempo for the duration. We were both mature and well evolved souls, and the lovely Élise Marie Delvaux was much more evolved, refined, and developed spiritually than I was. It was a privilege to be in her company, and she was a gift from heaven, and I was grateful for her love. I worked, and worked, and put great effort into pleasuring her with sensual touches, and deep tissue muscle release. A few times she said, with eyes closed, “Marc, espèce de brute. Tes mains m’aiment si bien. Je comprends quelque chose à ton sujet maintenant. Vous faites l’amour, dans l’amour. Je le crois maintenant, parce que je le sens. In the English language, this translates to, “Marc, you brute. Your hands love me so well. I understand something about you now. You make love, in love. I believe it now because I feel it.”
I kept massaging Élise for almost one hour, and she began to move around, and said, “Marc, how many songs are in your CD collection playing now?” I replied, “There is one hour of music before I have to insert another disc.” Elise replied, “Restart this lovely CD that you have, and select a random shuffle. I will then pleasure you, but not bring you to completion until the last song. When the music ends, and the silence begins, I will relieve your suffering, and a splendid suffering it will be, Marc. Can you manage the agonizing enticement, where I bring you to the edge, then stop, and start all over again? Will you be able to be brought to the edge dozens of times with no release?” I replied, “Elise, I understand the difficulty that I will face with such enticement, and I accept your terms,, madame.” I reset the CD player, and the music began. I then removed my undergarment, and met Élise in the center of the bed, and we kissed briefly, and she said softly, “Lay down on your back, Marc,” and I proceeded to do so. Then Élise went over the top of me, and hovered her paradise garden above my lips, and offered her delights to me again. She began to move in a steady rhythm, front to back, engaging with my mouth, then lifting away, then re-engaging playfully.
Élise maintained control of her pleasure, and was also prolonging her climax, while enticing my “tree of life” with delicate fingertip caresses, and sensual touching from the root of the tree, upwards to the shaft, and terminating on my perfectly shaped glans. She planted kisses everywhere while enticing me with her fingertips, sensuously gliding those fingertips on all my sensitive areas. Minutes passed, and now the torture began, as a slight impulse wave made its way to the glans, and Élise, being laser focused, stopped all stimulation, and watched the “tree” swell, and pulse, and move, like a leaf being pushed by a slight breeze, and this was the “edge” of the point of no return. Every time I approached the “edge,” Élise would offer the hovering garden to my mouth, lips, and tongue, and mash, gyrate, and rock back and forth, until her edge approached, then she would lift. Élise’s lift, always followed by bringing me to the edge, and then she would offer her paradise garden, and this went on, and on, and on, it seemed ad infinitum. I looked at the clock beside my bed, and 30 minutes had passed, and I began to physically-ache. I felt pleasure and pain, but this pain was physical and mental frustration that could lead to madness if prolonged. I was being challenged in a new way for the first time by a supreme master lover, and was enjoying every painful and blissful second of it.
Once I realized that my emotions could turn to anger and frustration, I quickly quelled them and began to focus on breathing and visualizing love and light. This mindset brought me to a place where I could endure the “edge” of orgasm indefinitely. Élise, sensing my torture, lovingly changed her position, and now hovered above me, mouth to mouth, and we kissed deeply for a long time, and this quelled any frustration that was building in me. Élise was indeed an avatar of Aphrodite, an ascended master of passion, and lovemaking. She broke off the kiss suddenly, then went back to our original position, fully offering me her delicious paradise garden, and I got to work mightily, more so than on previous visits. Élise concentrated on her pleasure and was not touching the “tree” in any way, when suddenly, the music stopped.
I was so happy to hear the silence, and the slight background noise of the climate control system. Élise began to assist my cunnilingual techniques, with movements of her own, and we maintained a steady rhythm of stimulating her most sensitive garden areas. A few minutes passed, and she began to climax powerfully, yet gracefully, and offered abundant gifts of delightful honey, spice, and garden produce, that I absolutely adored, and took deep within me. Élise soon reaching the peak of her pleasure, eventually splayed out her legs, and put her full body weight upon me, then mashed her paradise garden just beneath my raised chin, as she pushed her body back to get the ideal position to engulf the entire “tree of life” in her delightful, and silky-smooth mouth.
Once in position, she took my highly stimulated “tree” by force, and proceeded to pleasure me with rapid fire, precision, silky-smooth, full-length strokes, with slight vacuum-pressure, and soon brought me to a full, deep-pelvic, and abdominal convulsing, and explosive, orgasm. I had to put my arms around her and squeeze her tightly to avoid lifting my shoulders off the bed, as wave after wave of electrical impulses and orgasmic bliss came over me. Rapid machine gun fire and ejection of my life giving humors ensued, and the tightness in my abdomen was like none I had ever experienced. I could barely move my diaphragm to breathe deeply for almost one minute, as I panted, and gasped for air while all my vital humors were harvested. The sensations were felt over my entire body, from head to toe, and from the tree of life to my soul.
Élise would not release her vacuum seal on my tree of life, and she maintained her position for a couple of minutes. She raised her hips again, and offered her garden to me for dessert, and an after-orgasm treat, while still maintaining a lock on the tree. Finally, she released me from her lip-locked vacuum-seal, and dismounted, and we spooned together for a few minutes to recover. Eventually we both got out of bed slowly, one after the other, and began to freshen up, and do all the things that lovers do after such an epic battle. A few minutes passed, and we were both washed up, and refreshed, and decided to have a drink, and take a smoke break. Élise and I proceeded to pour a cordial drink into my Waterford Lismore diamond tumblers and decided upon Amaretto Disaronno on the rocks, which was an excellent pairing after the “fine dining” we had both just enjoyed. Élise was in the loveseat wrapped in a soft cotton throw blanket that I had just bought, and I sat in bed, while we talked, and sipped our drinks for almost an hour.
Élise arrived at my place at 8 pm that evening, and it was now 2 am, and we had spent six hours fully engaged in our lovemaking together. She found one of my nice Alfani cotton t-shirts to sleep in, and we snuggled in bed with the minimal amount of candlelight burning, and we both entered a peaceful sleep a short time later. I slept soundly to almost 07:30 in the morning and went straight to a shower and shave. I had an extra brand-new toothbrush for Élise, and three different types of bathroom spray in case any of us needed to do the “forbidden” morning ritual that we all must do, eventually. Luckily, the bathroom in my apartment was fan ventilated, and I hoped Élise would feel comfortable in any situation. I entered the living room, and Élise was awake, and we kissed good morning, and she also hit the shower, and freshened up, while I put up some coffee for the both of us.
A few minutes passed and Élise came to me all refreshed, and said, “let us go for a quick morning ride before breakfast,” and without any fuss, or drama; we began to kiss, and get aroused, and we quickly began to make love with the windows open, and the full light of day upon us. Élise was on top, and she said, “Do not worry about me, do not hold back, this is for you, let it all go. Marc.” And in less than 5 minutes, Élise brought me to a frustration-free, and utterly delightful orgasm that was light, and fluffy, like hot, fresh, baked bread being pulled apart, and admired. I kissed her passionately, and went about preparing a light breakfast of coffee, toast, and fried eggs, with a small cup of fresh fruit salad. Élise was very happy with my fresh and light portions of food. Élise, noticed the envelope on my desk, and said, “Marc is that where you leave the cash envelope for my girls,” and I replied, “Yes, Elise,” and she said, “I am here as a friend and lover Marc. I like you very much and enjoy your company. When you and I are together, you will not need to fill an envelope, monsieur. Is this understood?”
I smiled warmly at Élise and said, “Élise Marie Delvaux, you are an amazing woman, and I too am fond of you in so many ways.” Together we finished our breakfast and continued to talk for quite a while, and then it was time for Élise to go. She left her personal home phone number on my desk, and said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening, and; Mr. Marc. Stay in touch and call me soon. Passe une belle journée belle brute!” I replied, “Madame Élise. Passez une bonne journée, et je vous verrai bientôt. We kissed, and hugged, and I walked her to my door, offering to see her to her car when she said, “Marc, I am walking to the office from here. We are only half a block away on the same side of the street, and my car is in the underground garage there.” I replied, “You were so close to me this entire time, and did not sneak over here to see me?” She said, “Trust me, Mr. Marc; the thought did cross my mind, especially after the stories I heard about you, monsieur! Es-tu une brute, es-tu un vilain garçon Marc?” I replied, “Now you know that yes, I am a brute!” and with those last words, Madame Élise Marie Delvaux was gone, but certainly not forgotten.