Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Read online

  Then, as quickly as her jasmine had entered my system, was as quickly as she disappeared into the crowd. And not a moment too soon, because I’d just received the text to meet my Alice across the room with enough time to shake off PrimaDonna’s spellbinding scent.

  As I walked past the vibrant colors and fun-filled laughter that burst from behind the masks of the Sapphians that surrounded me, I began to see a Mohawk part the crowd in front of me.

  Pharaoh began to walk towards me as I made my way to meet my lucky Alice for the night.

  “Hey Silk, I’d say that Sir Sheik did okay, eh?”

  “I have to admit…” I looked around the grand ballroom at the historical parade of ecstasy and gaiety. “She definitely knows how to throw a party.”

  “Between you and me I thought it would be a bag of wank. Sometimes the Sheik can get a little snobby.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh as I began to move onward. “You’re a nut. Hey listen—I gotta go meet my Alice.”

  “You wanna bean? You nervous?”

  “A bean?”

  She showed me a little pink ecstasy pill with a star etched into it.

  “Aw, naw I'm good, playa’…”

  “You sure?”

  “Trust me—after witnessing all of this sexiness, I’m more than ready for this.”

  “I hear ya. I’m hornier than a dog with two richies…And my Alice just came in—I'm 'bout to rock her garden like she’s never been rocked!”

  “Shit…great sex AND mega-money…Silk, we livin' the life of Riley!”

  “Fa sho!”

  “Rock on! Rock it!”

  “Let’s get it!”

  I made my way to my Alice and was told that she would be wearing a pink mask with a pair of white satin gloves with the initials “L.A.L.” etched into them. However, despite the instructions, she noticed me before I’d recognized her.

  She gently clutched my hand without saying a word.

  I looked directly into her eyes and raised her hand to reveal the embroidery on her gloves, as I took a subtle bow of my head in her direction. I began to usher her in the direction of my room—this would be my first Alice and I was about to blow her mind.

  The text that I received about her said that the Dutch Alice, that NinaStarr had spoken to me about, had indeed led both days and bidded viciously for me. She was an heiress of a family who’d owned a very accomplished Dutch pharmaceutical company. She lived between Paris and Amsterdam but unlike the pig-tailed, hash-smoking and vibrant Dutch girls that I’d been used to hearing about—she was a humble and severely serious, platinum blonde-haired bombshell. With a very short, petite frame and baby blue eyes, she reminded me of the lotus flower that’d just arisen from the watery chaos, from which it sleeps, and awakened to blossom under the clearest of blue skies.

  And although she was not PrimaDonna, she was a beautiful and divine woman—and I would love her just the same.

  We weaved through the masqueraded hallway with ease and instantly arrived at the door of my room. She remained silent and her hands seemed to be slightly shaking, as though she might have been a little nervous.

  Once we arrived at the door, I smiled at her and then turned the knob.

  As soon as I’d opened the door, I spontaneously swept her up into my arms, as though we were crossing a wedding threshold—a mild attempt to warm her up to me. And it must’ve served to loosen her up a little, because she laughed inside of her mask, took a deep breath and sighed.

  “So, is this your first time to Cloud9?”

  “It is. Although I frequent the SocialClub9’s, I have yet to attend a Cloud9 until now.”

  “Well now, that’s one thing that we have in common, huh?” I smiled. “We’re both virgins to this most festive occasion.”

  “I suppose that’s true.” She looked downward. “I’m sorry, I’m just usually very reserved—I still can’t believe that we’re here together.”

  “But I AM excited to finally be here—with you.”

  I smiled and placed her gently on the bed. I tenderly removed her mask in the dim light. And to my surprise, it turned out to be the Alice whose hand I kissed at SocialClub9.

  “It’s you! Why am I not surprised? It seems you’ve been lucky since the grand opening of SocialClub9.”

  “A little bit of luck and a little bit of skill—I suppose.”

  “Or maybe a lot of skill…and a little bit of ambition and will.” I removed my cape, tuxedo jacket and shirt. ”Do you like Janelle Monae?”

  “I absolutely adore Janelle Monae.”

  I touched the iPod’s playlist and “Mushrooms and Roses” instantly filled the room. I began to move around the room, gracefully, to work my way out of the rest of my tux and light candles, as she undressed and sexed me with her eyes.

  “My first impression of you, that night at SocialClub9, replayed in my dreams, night after night—and now that I'm with you, I have to admit, I'm just a bit intimidated.”

  “Don't be! I’m nothing but a mere stallion and I'm honored by your presence. You're free to be whoever you want to be with me...”

  She smiled, as I’d worked the main pin out of her carefully sculpted hair. Her platinum and golden locks instantly dropped to drape the shoulder of her gown with ease.

  “Well, you’re definitely what they say you are…”

  “And what is this that they say I am?”

  I nibbled her ear as she closed her eyes.

  “All the ladies have coined a name for you…”

  “And what’s that?”

  I whispered and lined my tongue to trace the edge of her ear.

  “Sexy Silk…” She whispered with a moan, as her eyes remained sealed with ecstasy.

  I worked my samurai knot loose and removed my tank to reveal my tribal.

  “Because you’re charming…”

  She gazed onto my semi-naked frame, as if mesmerized and suddenly cemented within it.

  It would be my duty to slacken the hold, as I nuzzled her neck with my nose and began to undo the buttons of her ball gown. I smoothly undressed her masquerade gown and lightly kissed the nook of her shoulder. I breathed her in and left a trail of soft kisses for every inch of porcelain skin that was intermittently revealed.

  “You’re bold…”

  She inhaled deeply, as I paused before encircling my lips to her nipple and then released what seemed like a lifetime of relief, as I kissed her nipple to harden between my lips. And she shuddered in ecstasy, as I suckled her other nipple lovingly.

  My Alice placed her hands to my head and sunk her own head back to look towards the heavens.

  “And tantalizing…”

  “Is that right?”

  “Mh hmh…” she breathed breathlessly.

  “Well…right now…I’m drawn in by your beauty.”

  I gently coerced her gown to the floor and released her from a stiff cordiality, as I traced a line from the middle of her bosom to a belly button that begged to be kissed.

  “You’re as magnificent and pure as the lotus flower…” I kissed the rim of her navel, as my lips and nose would revel in the aroma of cool lavender.

  She was right—she was prim. But if you asked me for my sex-timation, I would say that she was already wet and ready for me—which was more than enough to loosen the lips and mind of any female.

  We kissed with a purity of passion that said that my sex-timation was correct. She already quietly yearned for me. It had been built up since day one of Cloud9 and the Masquerade Parade served as an added aphrodisiac.

  “…In Egyptian culture, the sun was believed to have arisen from the lotus. It was considered to be a perfect and divine flower…” I ventured back to lick again the inside of her navel teasingly as she smiled to herself. “…of course its white and graceful petals were also considered to be a natural intoxicant...and I’m already intoxicated by your natural beauty.”

  I peered deep into her eyes, piercing past the triple-paned windows to her soul. And as her lu
st’s physician, I’d seen her spell before.

  Hers was a tormented spirit; which was obsessively encased in fine crystals, to be boxed in and labeled, with the assumption that as an heir she must be persistently protected and controlled—like a fragile piece of glass is in a highly volatile environment.

  Hers was a life of passions constantly derailed. A pretty little girl riddled with a neat nobility and yet put off by stark indifference. A perfectly iced princess made invisible to all, as long as she retained her plastic bubble. A beautiful woman long lost to the spell of boredom and doomed to a lonely and sheltered existence.

  Hers was a soul riding on the high of expected ambiguity and an apathy plagued with the illusions of a need to maintain a solemn safety and security.

  This lotus flower suffered from extreme loneliness and hers was always a jagged pill to swallow—a classic case of the doldrums.

  She’d attended Cloud9 as an escape to her daily plate of bland stagnation. So, within this night, I would fill her with light and love and kill this dis-enfranchised state of solitude.

  I would give her what she thought she wanted and then treat her with what she needed to liberate her loneliness. She would get a full dose of Silk and experience the fullness of life thereof.

  As I gazed into her eyes there existed an aged disconnect. She was clearly broken. But I would be obliged to fix it through cunning linguistics. I pressed my lips upon her mouth, as I would commence to yield to her body’s youthful desires.

  I took her hand and slowly guided her within my unzipped tuxedo pants so that she could feel how wet I was for her.

  The sheer velocity of my love's liquid was a slick indication of how much I wanted her and how much I needed for her fantasy to come true. My nipples tingled and hardened as she stroked. And as my Alice rubbed my magical lantern, I would become the genie to fulfill her every wish.

  She closed her eyes and whispered "You are so wet…I want you to fuck me, Silk, like I’ve never been fucked.”

  I thought—that's the ticket to lick it.

  To the relief of my own longing, she was already growing to become a bolder woman.

  Tonight, she would lose the sweet innocence of a pillow princess and I would be guilty of setting her free to blaze wildly. Tonight, her body was my drug and I her wettest dream.

  My hand would guide, to slide and rub and break the seal of her lap’s prescription. And she moaned with every stroke.

  Our lips found a common lingo and my hands danced up and down her body, as does the pianist that tickles the white ivories with ease and an ever-so-delicate dexterity. We were now making beautiful music, as her spirit picked up on my body’s chord; and the kisses of my lip’s brim, fluted harmonious notes of fluttering crescendos amidst runaway scales, like the whimsical piccolo. Her body became my musical garden. And the hum and sound of her soul’s awakening was profound.

  And then with tongue and thumb, I had worked my way between her spread petals and gently nudged and parted the folds of her sweet and filled lips open. I politely licked the wettened seedcase that’d been revealed. And she moaned to give her stamp of approval.

  My hands' palm rested gently on her thigh and I filled her again with the slow-moving and smoothing stroke of my tongue—and again she moaned.

  And like the filled pod of opium poppy, the sap of her seed served to spill out and refine with my tongue’s heat—and yet again she released smoky moans, as I was filled with a new and dynamic high.

  I stretched out and became comfortable, as I brushed my tongue across her. With my head shaking ‘no’ and her lips whispering ‘oh yes’ with every stroke.

  It’d quickly become an oral play to her floral arrangement, as this lotus had been watered and her bud began to blossom. And my own body compelled me to quicken her pace.

  I threaded the eye of her needle to lace an extravagant fabric of silk to blanket her spirit. And my tongue would bob and weave the fabric, as she throbbed and grew; and my hands were equally as contented to become the comforter of her body.

  I let my love begin to speak for itself, as her pulse and breathing began to dip and surge in time with my hypnotic undercurrent.

  I licked the shimmering bulb of her lotus and blew the angel’s trumpet. And she moaned as I began to induce for her an ecstatic state.

  My fingers alternated, with my own tongue, to tease and stimulate her juices to run freely. And its bold rotating resulted in an ingested dose of ecstasy—making her head spin with every spiral of her wishing well.

  She was on fire and my tongue was wired to snake and give a rousing performance of crazy pirouettes and circle eight’s.

  “Oh my God, Silk.”

  She inadvertently grabbed my head, as I tenderly caressed her breast.

  “Oh, yes!”

  Her body began to roll and writhe in time to my tongue’s strikes, as our minds were now locked in a growing rhythm of our body’s delight. And her spirit could no longer put up a fight.

  She was about to cum from me smoking on her rose. But the whole world knows that I was NOT about to let her get off that easy.

  My jaws let go of her engorged lips and I commenced to blow a breeze to her pink jelly bean, as a buffer to her sweet release—this would surely dull the senses.

  “Power up!” I commanded, as I beheld the power of her flower.

  I played with her chloë, with the tip of my richie’s now growing head, as I squeezed the shaft and dipped the pen of it into the seeping ink of her fountainhead, to tease her.

  She moaned in blissful frustration. “Oh my god, Silk…you drivin’ me wild.”

  It had to be maddening. But in one smooth movement, I quickly stroked my muscle and dug in; to enter the head into her slowly and to blanket her with a quick and unexpected bliss.

  “Oh…my…God.”

  She grabbed the sheets, as I’d slid into her sideways, and the head of my ruler began to bulge inside of her, as I cupped her breast’s nipple into the palm of my hand. I dug my heel into the bed, for leverage, as my leg's quad became her leg's prop. Her body relied on me to cup it, as I gained access to her grand entrance from behind her.

  Then with pinched shoulders and a clenched core, my muscle was a magnificent arc and further anchored into her. I threw her a rhythmic curve and skimmed her walls with a barrage of long, concentric strokes—and I was just getting started.

  I’d worked my way to propel her petite frame to lie on top of me—as the length of my shaft hovered inside of her. Her body would gravitate and trampoline, as she looked to the heavens in amazement. And both of my hands supported the backs of her knees firmly, as her golden hair cascaded my chest and fell to the sheets, like a fountain.

  I cradled her body against mine and she was finally in danger of losing her mind, as my hips began to curl, and pump and bind me even further inside.

  I was lovin’ the Love Muscle as it was a long and thick ruler—and highly versatile. And with it, I would give this lotus what her body had desperately been in search of—a moment that lasted a lifetime.

  I could sense the Love Muscle grow to the next level, as I lightly rocked her body and held her in my bed of flowers; with arms arched like sweet fluorescent rainbows. I rocked and rang her like the proverbial bell that tolled within her portly folds, as she shrieked and chimed to my cradle’s time.

  “Oh, Silk…I love this…fuck me…” She was growing to be bolder, by the moment, and my muscle was now grown fully stiffened to the secondary level.

  And she would easily and willingly assume the position, as her belly’s moans were filled with earnest gratitude.

  But after careful consideration, I decided that she deserved my hips fullest cooperation—with an even more extended determination—as she pulled at her nipples in an uncontrolled desperation.

  Then with the tip of my head, I pushed the swell that was growing deep in her belly and curved my pelvis to kiss and hit her most sacred spot.

  Pilates had trained me for this ambitious round,
as I began to rock her up and down to growing moans and measured breaths, as she widened her legs and clenched her breasts. Her compass tipped east, north and west. And I now became her anchor while her body would float and drift aptly along my body’s embankment.

  My richie's heat and friction would be her new addiction, clearing a space to the very depths of her; and like a throbbing and shining lightning rod—the furthest reaches of her vessel became my member’s natural conductor; lighting every synapse as I loved her. And electric currents gripped and flooded her every nook and cranny.

  “Oh, yes.”

  And I would easily bounce and curl the delicate weight of her, as my pelvis met her sweetly rounded cheeks. She moaned with every throbbing beat of her belly’s tambourine.

  Reality began to fade the more we rocked and swung, within our purple haze. We began to float and hover, as I was now her hallucinogen and summoning a state of utter nirvana, like an Alice in the sky with diamonds.

  “…Yes, fuck me, Silk…fuck me.” Her words would roll.

  She was swimming in pleasure.

  Sweat and her royal wetness were now trickling from hers to mine, as we grinded and soaked the sheets. I served to stroke her, from her lips’ entry to the far ends of her internal universe, as she wriggled her pulsating chloë ferociously.

  My own juices were building furiously and my hips were ready to let loose. And like a stallion with a runaway caboose, I quickly pulled out and flipped her, to ride her a little more deeply inside.

  I placed her head on the pillow and the back of her knees met my elbows. I licked the sweat off her nipples to quickly re-enter her, as a large blue vein now pulsated down the center of her forehead.

  My body was straightened and met her deep in the bowels of her soul.

  “Oh, my…oh, oh yes!”

  We rocked with a subtle sensuality, which quickly became a fierce and vigorously primal physicality, as she would now moan loudly and I would groan and grunt wildly.

  “Oh, Silk!”

  My earth touched her heaven, as our bodies became a magical horizon. And our skyline was utterly sublime.

  And with clenched thighs and backside, as I ride, our vessels gently collided. And her body relied on my providing the key to her lock's neat yet streaming release.