licking so many stamps had made his tongue extemely pliable and the added bonus of being able to breath through his ears made him a hit with all the ladies ~weg~

(where do you require the answer to the question?)

all the ladies appreciated his ability to turn them into quivering masses
<I prefer it whispered in my ear but you can PM me;)>

masses of pink blancmange spread over a writhing body then licked clean with long strokes of the flat of his tongue was how he prefered to eat his dessert

dessert would be on her this evening but she would let him pick up the tab for dinner

for dinner he had planned a young game bird, with an organic stuffing and no dressing

dressing gown was discarded as the night air was warm and moist upon her skin. She slept fitfully, covering and then uncovering herself with a thin cotton sheet trying to remain cool.

cool as a cucumber he slipped in through the open window, his green eyes flashing around the room searching for valuables, then his eyes fell on the outline of her body barely covered and glowing ivory in the moonlight

in the moonlight the tiny beads of sweat that had collected upon her skin glistened. The wind blew past her open curtain and gently acrossed her sleeping form. He noticed her skin ripple with goosebumps and her nipples become erect.

erect hairs on the back of his neck bristled as he watched her stir, all thoughts of jewellry had long since disappeared from his mind as she became his new treasure

treasure this fantasy, I so do...one of my all time faves! Will she wake up and submit or will he take her by force?

force(d) by fatigue to drift away, he is sure to return

return and face the music

music played softly in the distance but all he could he was his own heart pounding

pounding waves crashing against the rocks, provided the rhythm for the symphony of passion their bodies were creating

creating sexual tension was her specialty, releasing it, his