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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This had been long time in the planning.... Jammie and Beebee had long awaited the time they would to be together again. Both excited yet nervous. Hungry for each other, hungry to taste each other once more. The arrangement was to spend a night together at a rented Georgian cottage in the countryside away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The bedroom of the cottage was particularly attractive with a large four poster bed, complete with white netted curtains, and dark Bordeaux colored sheets which matched the luxurious velvety wall paper. The dark room was of a medium size, not too small but big enough to house the large king sized bed. The walls all had mounted black gothic style cast iron lanterns encasing candle's which complimented the already set ambiance of the room. The glimmering light of the lit candles let off a subtle golden glow that bounced off the dark red wall paper.Every so often the summer evening breeze coming in through the small Georgian windows of the bedroom made the candle flames flicker ever so slightly producing a shadow of dancing silhouettes as the flames moved in unison.
Jammie had brought a magnum bottle of Dom Perignon Rose 1996 as a treat for him and Beebee. He eagerly opened the bottle, poured them both a glass and put it back into the ceramic ice bucket on the wooden antique bedside table next to the bed. Raising his glass, “A toast” he declared. “ To intimate times, romance and my one true friend” Jammie & Beebee clinked glasses and each took a sip of the bubbling pink champagne.
Jammie had also prepared some dark chocolate glazed summer fruits for them to share, though the excitement had all but suppressed his hunger for food and instead elevated his hunger for Beebee.
They moved closer to each other on the bed looking deep into one another's eyes. The longing was over. They were together again as they had so desperately wished for. Jammie lent in towards Beebee and kissed her. The taste of the champagne all but gone, instead he had the taste of Beebee on his lips. Peachy with a hint of cherry. Beebee looked at Jammie and said “kiss me, kiss me deep” to which Jammie gladly obliged.
They kissed passionately for a substantial amount time whilst in each others arms. Slowly caressing one another, feeling, tasting and smelling each other. The world could have been alight with war and they both would have been oblivious as at that time it felt they were the only two people alive.
Alive and content as they were...... more was to come and they both knew it.
Jammie was an old school type of gent. He minded his p's & q's. He believed a lady should be treated graciously. He believed in true love. He loved Beebee enormously as she did he. Jammie did however have a different side. One that very few would ever have the chance to get to know. Beebee knew this side of Jammie very well. She had seen it.
And so the evening slowly but passionately progressed. Loving deep kisses turning into desired touching of one another. Jammie knew it was time to move on to other things. But that's not what they had planned for that particular session. This one was to be different. And so they both took a sip from their ever bubbling champagne. Jammie stood up and preceded to removed all of his clothes. Bebee got up and walked over to her semi unpacked suitcase. From it she pulled four sets of handcuffs and proceeded to handcuff Jammie to the four posters of the bed. After doing so, Beebee took another sip of her champagne, this was not only for dutch courage but also a suggestive reminder to Jammie that he was unable reach his drink....and alas couldn't drink. Jammie looked on anxiously as he lay naked handcuffed on the bed as Beebee prepared herself.
Wearing a white bra and white French style knickers Beebee placed herself on Jammie's stomach. Beebee giggled as she edged herself up closer to Jammie's face whilst all the time seductively dragging and pushing herself harder on Jammie's chest. Beebee, again tormentingly reached for her champagne and downed the remainder of the glass. Another giggle lead to Beebee placing herself on Jammie's awaiting face. With Beebee's hands firmly gripping the headboard of the bed she started to grind. First softly but progressively harder. Jammie could feel her moisten. He could taste her through the white knickers she was wearing. Beebee soon removed her french pants....and continued to push back and fourth on Jammie's face. Then, without notice the moist clear glossiness of Beebee's love stuff turned a shade of pink then further still a darker red. The colour change was noticeable on Jammie's face too. His lips likened to that of smeared red lipstick. It also had resemblance to a red goatie type beard quickly sprouting on his dimpled chin. His tongue inside her licking intensely the sweet taste had now developed a complimentary bitterness. Beebee let out cries of joy as she glanced down from her heightened position to see Jammie beneath her.... tasting her, tasting what nobody had before. Jammie looked up to Beebee to check she was in a satisfied state. She was.
Beebee soon after got up from the bed and walked back over to her suitcase. To Jammie's surprise Beebee removed a large 10inch straight clear straw. “Jammie” Beebee said.... “I have a surprise for you.”
Placing herself into a squatting position Beebee carefully inserted the clear straw into her cherry pie and returned to Jammie on the bed. By now Jammie was pretty thirsty, although he didn't say anything so not to spoil the moment. Once again mounted on Jammie's face she told Jammie to suck the straw. He did. At first nothing. He sucked harder. Nothing still. And then, the straw slowly filled with a dark red substance. Although, the stream was nothing more than a trickle Jammie was overwhelmed by the tasty fresh juice he was now orally extracting from Beebee. Whilst Beebee continued to thrust and grind over Jammie's face so to make sure his face didn't miss out on the offering of her love potion. Drip by drip Jammie took the warm sweet bitterness into his mouth.
All of a sudden there was no more. As if the straw had been blocked. Beebee looked down at Jammie and suggested he sucked a lot harder. Jammie took a deep breath and sucked the straw as hard as he could. To his amazement he could see a fleshy bit, closely resembling what he'd thought a blood clot would look like stubbornly make its way down the straw. It was very hard work, but after a good fifteen minutes he finally got his prize. He left it in his mouth a while, rolling it on his tongue., playing with it between his teeth like a piece of stuck meat recently removed using a toothpick. Shortly after, Jammie swallowed the now partly diluted clot. Beebee took great pleasure in seeing Jammie do this. Beebee had worked out that if she pushed as if she was going to the toilet that the red trickle of warm red love potion would be more constant and hopefully quench Jammie's ever growing thirst. And so the red juice continued to flow turning Jammie's face redder. Where the red trickles had run down the side of his face now lye dried brown sticky streaks.
Beebee took pity on Jammie and released him from the handcuffs. Jammie was very grateful and returned the favor with a kiss. They lied down together on the bed and held each others hands. After a moment of pondering thoughts Jammie checked the time. “My goodness” he said in a surprised
manner. “It's only 9:30pm...... Second round chicken?” Jammie asked. Beebee looked at him, kissed him and replied “Jammie chicken.... as nice as the bed is, I haven't come here to sleep!”
Round Two........ To be continued.
Written by Thomas_______________________
*All characters are fictional. The above events should not be attempted without professional supervision.T's & C's apply
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