Genital pleasure and taboo

May 30, 2017

28th May

Sunday: a day for contemplation; for gentle caresses and kisses. A day for love. Today we may defy the abyss together –

Your tongue plays in my mouth. Then the mad trembling of copulation and our shared frenzy – all before breakfast.

Genital pleasure, you know, is a form of ardent religiosity! So very apt for a Sunday, don’t you think?

Then after lunch, carnival masks and carnality. MH sacrifices his wife to us in order to caress your naked breasts. She is pale and plump and wears an ample pair of French knickers, purple in colour. While MH pumps between your spread legs on the sofa, we use his poor wife on the floor. She cums with a series of gasps and a tiny shudder. Her perfume is strong, cloying, not pleasant at all. I can still smell it now…that and the odour of her sex on my fingers –

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Sex is imprisoned in a gothic fortress of taboos – and these we must continuously transgress to overcome the terrible isolation that faces each and every one of us in life.

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Drinks follow the crescendo of our clinically engineered sexual encounter. Then food: quesadillas filled with four cheeses, these followed by homemade vanilla and cinnamon ice cream which I serve with toasted nuts and chocolate sauce.

All slightly surreal, I agree.

We sit eating, the five of us, like characters from an Iris Murdoch novel. Gabriella drinks white wine, a rather good Riesling. I drink brandy. MH sips a cold beer, while Mrs MH swills gin & tonic with intrepid enthusiasm – as if to forget her recent distracted quiescence, and her desultory orgasm on the carpet. Or perhaps it’s the sight of her hubby’s pimpled backside between Dee’s spread thighs she wishes to expunge from memory?

We play dress up. Bundles of fancy dress items carried down from the boxroom. Much laughter. Mrs MH’s swaying tits as she tries on a ball gown. MH wants to fuck Gabriella, but she isn’t interested. Instead she offers to pleasure plump Mrs MH with a strapon, while he watches their labouring bodies. Dee in red silk panties will act as his fricatrice. I will fetch the box of tissues and the KY.

The MHs finally leave us about nine-thirty. We go up to shower and change, and after that I fix fresh drinks. We are all a little drunk. And we end this damp, eager Sunday by eating fresh jam doughnuts.

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