|
|
 |
 |
| Thursday, February 1st 2024 |
|
| *Under the Citys Gaze* |
Picture this – right before the festive season, an exhilarating incident unfurled, carving an unforgettable excitement into my recollections. While one lucky man keeps the details under wraps, I'm itching to give you a sneak peek into the evening that ignited a firestorm in my senses on that crisp December night.
Envision a familiar hotel, a spot I've frequented countless times on my trips to the capital. However, this time around, as I strolled in, the usual rooms I preferred were fully booked—Christmas unfolding in the heart of London, no less. The receptionist, suggested a room with a captivating city view. A tad more lavish, certainly, but 'tis the season to treat oneself.
Stepping into the room, my heart raced. I was pulled towards the floor-to-ceiling window and the magical display of sparkling city lights beneath. The scene was set for an indelible experience that continues to send tingles down my spine.
The excitement surged as I enjoyed a glass of wine, immersing myself in surroundings. With time to spare before my gentleman's arrival, I indulged in the moment. A sumptuous shower set the tone, leading to the careful selection of an outfit designed to captivate him. Among the choices, one emerged as the clear winner.
The dress embraced my curves. Its neckline teased and the daring thigh-high slit promised at the delicious delights that lay ahead. Complementing this allure was my delicate lace three-piece lingerie—a black canvas adorned with a subtle hint of purple florals. Slipping into this signalled my readiness for a night destined to be truly extraordinary.
The time had come.
Opening the door with deliberate slowness, I welcomed my gentleman's hungry gaze, a fire in his eyes that fuelled an intoxicating thrill. Seizing his hand without hesitation, I led him into my luxurious boudoir.
Hand in hand, my fingers traced down his neck, the subtle graze of nails sparking electric shivers. A teasing kiss captured his aftershave's essence. In that charged moment, our hands tightened, silently acknowledging the shared excitement for the intoxicating journey ahead.
Pouring wine for my new companion, we entered the room, captivated by the breath-taking floor-to-ceiling view. The allure of city lights proved irresistible, and I dimmed the lights, unveiling the twinkling spectacle beyond the curtains.
Before the window, wine in hand, my gentleman stood behind me, enchanted by the twinkling view. Delicate kisses on my neck, his hands traced a seductive path down my body. Leaning back, I felt the surge of his excitement grow, intensified as my hand brushed over his crotch, sensing the throbbing desire for the first time. Knowing I was the cause made me feel alive.
At that instant, I ventured into uncharted territory.
Turning around, I hushed him with a finger on his lips. Swiftly unclasping my halter neck dress, it cascaded down, revealing my enticing figure draped in delicate three-piece lingerie. He stepped back in awe, closing the gap to press me against the window for a fervent kiss, our tongues dancing in a silent dialogue.
As he went to take the curtain, I assertively grabbed his hand.
Tonight, embraced anonymity: I hungered for the thrill of a captivating show, and this night promised an unforgettable performance—for all to witness.
Before the eager onlookers below, I sensually undressed my gentleman, revealing his naked form. To heighten the tease, I skilfully released my lacy bra, unveiling my pert breasts. No words just exchanged glances full of desire.
With desire surging, I gracefully descended to my knees, drawing him near. Fingernails danced down his back, teasingly gripping his sculpted buttocks. The anticipation grew as I watched his member twitch with the desire at the anticipation of the moment tha
t lay ahead. The proximity of my breath teasing his arousal.
I let my tongue dance.
Delivering playful flickers on the tip. My fingernails traced down his shaft, as I teased his shaven balls adding to the sensory overload. Our gazes connected, as he observed the passion in my longing, blue eyes.
His legs tensed, and I delighted in the sharp intake of breath as I took him in for the first time. The warmth of my mouth sliding down the shaft until the tip grazed the back of my throat. Lips sealed tight, I revelled in his twitches and the throbbing masculinity in my grasp.
Every calculated move, every purposeful touch grew my wild desire - this was an intimate dance, a rhythmic tease to keep him on the edge.
His whispered a question, "Are they watching?"
He was met with my eager reply, "I hope so!”
I relished this performance, intensifying my rhythm, sliding, and gliding, playing with desire.
Anticipation peaked as his tension escalated with each motion. Legs trembling, he struggled for control, hand pressed against the window, matching the beat of our clandestine dance.
The awaited moment arrived.
Craving that explosive climax, I yearned to see him explode…
Locking eyes, his hands gripping my hair, I accelerated my teasing pattern.
Up and down, my fingernails digging into his buttocks. I've wipped the condom off.
A shake in his knees, a moan escaped. Another slide on that throbbing shaft.
And in that moment, his explosive ecstasy erupted.
Hitting my pert breasts, once, twice, a brief pause, then a third burst
OMG. Wow.
He was in heaven; I was wild with desire.
Retreating from the window, we eased onto the bed. Dimming the lights, our room plunged into darkness.
Act 1 was over.
Speachless, he lay there, as we became aware of the multitude of people who must have witnessed our naughty performance.
This is a night I will re-live for a very long time.
Yours Wildly
Melanie x |
|
|
 |
| Thursday, January 18th 2024 |
|
| *Seductive Stakes* role play |
I'm always excited to share scenes that resonate deeply with my pleasure and desire to thrill...
In glittering heart of the city, amidst the dazzling lights of the casino, Mr P was a man who lived on the edge of luck and chance. His days were woven with the thrill of the roulette wheel and the intoxicating allure of high-stakes poker. A gentleman in demeanour, he was a gambler by nature and luck had always been his steadfast companion.
However, as the wheels of fate spun, Mr P found himself entangled in a web of debts that no winning hand could break free.
Strapped for choices, he sought refuge in the one place where fortune could both be made and lost.. the casino. His final bet was the desperate hope that a stroke of luck would rescue him from the abyss he had fallen into.
Amidst the roulette tables and the clinking of chips, fate took a curious turn for Mr P. He found himself seated across a captivating croupier named Melanie. Her eyes sparkled like the diamonds on her fingers, and her every movement was a dance of grace. Little did Mr. P know that Melanie was not just a dealer of cards; she held a mystical power, the kind that could alter destinies.
As the debts piled higher, Mr P's desperation reached a crescendo. But with a whisper in his ear, Melanie made him an offer he couldn't refuse. The only way to erase the ledger of his debts was to fulfil her three wishes... wishes he was yet to know but it was an offer he knew he had to take. Satisfying Melanie became his only focus.
The first wish unfolded with the allure of a clandestine rendezvous. Melanie beckoned Mr P to her hotel room at 9 pm sharp. So as the clock ticked to 9pm. Mr P, stood nervously outside Melanies hotel room. He took a deep breath before delivering the prescribed three knocks. What awaited, he did not know. The door eased open slowly, revealing a silhouette framed by the soft glow within. To Mr P's surprise, Melanie stood before him in nothing but delicate lacy lingerie, a vision of sensuality that seemed to intensify the charged air between them. Her first wish granted; Mr P was beckoned into a world where his debts could be settled with the currency of desire.
With his first task complete, Mr P found himself summoned by Melanie for the second request. As the door closed behind him, Melanies gaze conveyed a desire for more than his presence. Her second wish unfolded, a request for a sensual massage. With no words spoken, Melanie reclined on the plush white sheets of the bed, gently un-hooked her lacy bra and awaited the touch of Mr P.
As he approached, the air thickened with a heady mixture of desire and trepidation. Mr P, guided by the unspoken language of sensuality, began the massage with tender strokes that traced the contours of Melanies shoulders. His hands, warm and skilled, glided over her skin, awakening a symphony of eroticism. His hands danced over her body as the boundaries between fulfilment and shared intimacy began to blur. Soft moans of satisfaction escaped Melanies lips as Mr Ps touch began to explore the perfect contours of her breasts. With a sharp intake of breath, Melanie placed her hands on Mr Ps lips to ensure he uttered no words. Her nails caressing his cheek she whispered her final wish in his ear.
It was simple. It was explicit. Her demand was for Mr P to bring her to the most intense, body shaking climax. But with one command.. this was to be done with nothing but the skilful flicker of his tongue. If he was to fulfil this desire, it was simple. His debts would be cleared. If he failed, his debts would remain. It was all or nothing.
The room embraced a hushed stillness, as Mr P embarked on a sensual exploration, his lips and tongue becoming instruments of ecstasy. The play of candlelight accentuated the contours of their entwined bodies, casting shadows that danced in rhythm with their shared surrender. Melanies sighs and gasps became a melodic symphony, guiding Mr P through the nuances of her desire. His technique was skilful reflecting his desperate longing to clear his casino debts. Gentle teasing of her thighs provided the provocative start before moving up and down her delicious vulva with long teasing strokes. Dancing around her clit with the lightest of touches. Varying intensity and speed with each intake of breath, lick, and squeeze of her legs. Side to side, up and down to the light circular flicker, this was a moment neither were going to forget as he moved through his delightful repertoire.
As he began to mimic the movement of indulging in a luxurious ice cream the breaths from Melanie and gripping of his hair became more frequent as she tried to control those waves of pleasure. As his hand stretched up to caress and squeeze her delicious breast, her legs widened and no more could she take the teasing stimulation around her clit. Body shaking, back arching, and her whole-body tensing with pleasure her third wish had been granted. Her body shaking with pure ecstasy.
With no words, Melanie pointed towards the door granting Mr Ps escape. Mr P emerged from the labyrinth of debts, a changed man. The casino lights still dazzled, but now they reflected in his eyes the secrets shared with the enigmatic croupier Melanie.
Words were never spoken but it was a table he would continue to visit secretly hoping this enigmatic croupier would once again whisper her deepest desires in his ear, dreaming of his next invite to Room 901... |
|
|
|
For more blogs, click here...
Link to this blog using: http://blogs.adultwork.com/Melanie+H or http://blogs.adultwork.com/7017352 or 
| What is your Secondary Language? |
English |
|
| What is your favourite perfume? |
Ysl Libre |
|
| What is your ethnicity? |
Caucasian (White) |
|
| What is the colour of your eyes? |
Blue |
|
| What is the colour of your hair? |
Blonde |
|
| What length is your hair? |
Long |
|
| How tall are you? |
5'2" |
|
| What is your dress size? |
8 |
|
| What size is your chest? |
32" |
|
| What is your bra cup-size? |
DD |
|
| Are your breasts natural or enhanced? |
Enhanced |
|
| Do you smoke? |
No |
|
| Will you do overnight bookings? |
Yes |
|
| What is your favourite sexual position? |
You on top |
|
.gif)
