Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Read online

  I turned around and couldn't believe my eyes. It must have been a mirage or a cruel trick of the mind.

  The vision of PrimaDonna standing at the door pierced into my conscience as a dagger would—kind of like the long, thin high and pointed heels that adorned her feet.

  She struck a pose, with a flair of un-deniability; and was fully decorated in a red, three-row chiffon hip scarf and a skirt ornamented with gleaming silver coins and beads.

  I thought it an optical illusion, but was sure that in my thoroughly relaxed state that my senses would not deceive me.

  It looked, sounded, and even smelled of PrimaDonna, but I was still perplexed as to how and why she was standing in the place of my third Alice.

  I must have worn my bewilderment on my face because she began to speak again, without me providing an answer to her question.

  “I worked it out with your Alice for the night and it seems I'm owed her a favor. I couldn't resist after the first and second Alice beamed with accolades.”

  She was the last person that I expected to be standing at my door and yet she was the one that I most wanted to be standing there. It's as if, after many weeks of wanting and longing, she had been conveniently conjured to join the ranks of my harem for the night. I'd pitched my hook so far out to sea that PrimaDonna had finally taken the bait to culminate this moment in time.

  “…So, Silk, you finally have me to yourself.”

  It seems that I, with utter patience, had finally lured the queen to a check and mate.

  My heart was overjoyed and now pumped fresh and new quarts of blood into my body, like I’d been reborn. A renewed vigor overcame me and a divine strength impelled me to ascend to her level.

  I took care to catch my breath and exhaled with a deep intensity as she looked into my eyes.

  “You’re more than welcome, PrimaDonna, to come and ride with me.”

  I commanded her attention by rising out of the whirling waters of the Roman tub like a pure bred Arabian stallion. And with muscles flexed and waxed flawless, I stood slated to stride towards her.

  “I’ll be your genie, tonight.”

  She placed her hands onto her hips and mouthed the sound "oooh" as I stood. Then she bit her full, plump lip and said. “You’re truly a force to be reckoned with!”

  I began to move forward out of the tub and she placed out her finger as if to motion to me to stop.

  “Don’t budge, Silk…I’ll come to you…”

  She un-did her coined bikini top; and then her scarf and skirt—which crashed to the floor in one false swoop, as she exercised her right to reveal herself to me.

  And like the discovery and deliverance of a chest full of precious stones—it was a grand and priceless unveiling.

  PrimaDonna was the standard with which all woman-kind subscribed. She was a glorious sight to behold, as the shiny black and silky-haired locks that curled and draped from the crown of this queen of goddesses, lead my eyes from the softest skin of her delicate neckline to a full and ample bosom. Her hips sung songs as they graciously swayed and her soft, yet solidly sculpted, legs stretched for miles and even days. She was indeed an Aphrodite of Milos—and I would be one of the privileged to sing her praises.

  The queen had indeed entered. And was now holding court as each of her smooth and lustrous advances commanded my attention.

  And although her state of undress was truly disarming, I found a way to compliment her presence, as she glided slowly towards me.

  “PrimaDonna, you’re absolutely spellbinding. The reality of your body far exceeds even my own imagination.”

  I met her eminence at the deck of the tub, as the steam still rose from my skin and water still trickled my yearning body.

  And, together, we finally embraced.

  Our lips tussled and danced together, as they were locked in a stronghold. Our mouths became intent on taking the breaths of each other, for our body’s senseless torture. And our tongues intent on taking the speech from the other, if not to simply allow our lips to remain transfixed for a lifetime.

  We kissed and we were instantly conveyed to a state of supreme bliss; the planets aligned and all the stars celebrated, with flight and dances throughout the galaxy.

  And then as we finally and reluctantly tore ourselves from each other, we gazed deep into the eyes of each other, as though we’d been long, lost soulmates from another life and had simply been displaced through reincarnation. Her pure and pleasant jasmine mixed with the steam’s mist to blanket my senses and I was hypnotized. Its majestic presence invigorated my spirit and soothed my soul.

  I would’ve gazed into her eyes until the end of infinity, but she grabbed my hand and we both were ushered back into the sunken bath—as her queen-ship had officially been received.

  “Don’t worry, handsome, I’m not going anywhere…” She stepped into the water and looked into my eyes. “We have all night…”

  She settled herself into the tepid water and looked around at the cascaded candles that was scattered throughout the bathroom and had spilled into the bedroom as well.

  "It's no wonder the girls are in a frenzy over you…"

  I settled into the water and smiled.

  “Candles, ambient music, fresh fruits and Moët…I have to admit, Silk. You’re worthy of your supreme distinction…”

  I still remained slightly entranced and caught off guard that I was graced with her presence, while her intentions became coolly succinct, as she managed the flow of our actions with a brevity and clarity.

  I wanted to ravage this woman. But she had taken command of her longings so quickly. And I’d decided that it would profit me to compose my spirit, despite my own burning desires for her as well.

  As long as I’d waited for this moment, I would delay my gratification just a little bit longer. It was time to shake off the haze and to be the self-assured stallion that they’d made me to be.

  I clenched my jaws, straightened my posture and began to summon calm. I poured her a glass of champagne, as her regal eyes looked right through me. It was a sure sign that she had a vast amount of sex-perience. And while it should have intimidated me, it only drew me in more.

  I would not be daunted because I learned a long time ago that all the world loves a good lover. And if Cloud9 had taught me anything, it was that I was not only good—I was phenomenal.

  I began to feed PrimaDonna slices of caramel-dipped mangos and pineapples that set with strawberries and bunches of grapes in a silver bowl on a nearby tray. And the queen of goddesses would receive it, with sensuous gratitude, and swallow sips of champagne as a chaser.

  Between nibbles she began to converse.

  “So, Silk, you may be wondering why I’m REALLY here.”

  “Mmmh, just a little bit.”

  “Well, for the first time at Cloud9, you were singlehandedly causing a bidding frenzy. The girls were about to outright riot, so I HAD to step in and maintain order.”

  I smiled at her hint of sarcasm.

  “It was my duty to come join you…for the good of the girls.”

  "Well, I aim to please and I’m glad you stepped in…for the good of the girls of course…”

  "The Alices that came your way were two of the most challenging; and your ability to satisfy even them speaks volumes as to your overall capabilities...”

  "Both were more than pleased. They seemed to even be…transformed.”

  I dangled a grape on a vein between her lips, as her tongue guided it within and gently partook of its juices.

  "What can I say—the anatomy of a woman has always intrigued me…and driven me to leave a lasting impression on the mind, body, and soul of such a divine species. Sex to me—like meditation—can be much more than physical. It can be truly spiritual.”

  While I spoke softly, I began to bathe her with the finest Mediterranean oils and knead the coiled muscles of her noble neck and shoulders, as she began to close her eyes to relax.

  I studied every inch of her, as an art student
does the subjected model. The oils, which dripped from the brushstrokes of my hands, left slippery lanes along her elongated neck; while her spirit took the course to give her body over to the twists of wrists and the dabs of stroking, given at the hands of my fingertips. Her tanned and cream-toned body became slickened with the oils, which served to loosen and rub away any remaining tensions and apprehensions. And it seemed that PrimaDonna finally began to unwind.

  I ran my fingers across her skin and now knew the complete and honorable joy her clothes must have felt in adorning her. And every place that my hands touched would be sealed with a soft and yielding kiss. My lips would tiptoe and give a good show of the skipping that it would now bestow; up and down to dip and dance from vale to vale with a zealous fervor. And for once my reception was uncontested, as I filled her with love and adoration.

  I peered deep into her sapphire eyes, piercing past the triple-paned windows to her soul. But unlike the others, there was no spell to speak of on the surface and her lingering poison might have been so deeply masked that it was almost non-existent.

  PrimaDonna was simply divine and her mask was a regal fortitude. And with full authority and without warning, she slid her fingers between my legs within the water.

  "Ooh, you are so, so wet already.”

  I felt my body shudder and lay backwards towards the deck of the bath, as she took control of me.

  "It seems that you have that effect on me.”

  My eyes closed briefly in my ecstasy.

  “I blame it on your undeniable beauty, my queen.”

  And finally her majesty had fully released the grasp of her measured restraint.

  She stroked me in the water passing her fingers’ digits wherever they fitted. And her oceanic irises became dotted with speckles of shimmering sapphires and shone with waves of brilliance and desire.

  I gave in, to swim within the loins of my impulses and finally kissed her lips once again.

  I was jumping for joy and on fire with excitement on the inside; but on the surface, I was as cool as the other side of the pillow.

  But PrimaDonna was breaking me down so quickly.

  She backed me up onto the deck of the tub and again moving without warning, PrimaDonna poured champagne to spill and cascade down my body, as she licked the sweetness of its liquor from my skin.

  The tables were for the first time turned against me, as she began to blissfully torture me with the tip of her tongue. And as my wetted locks splashed my shoulders around me, she began to implement her dominance.

  PrimaDonna had so keenly reversed our roles, as she now licked between the grooved labyrinths of my own constricted abdominals to make her way towards coiled hips.

  And it seems that I was now the fruit on the tray as she sucked the whole of me. I was an ancient aphrodisiac, like the pomegranate fruit. And with every ingested nibble, she grew increasingly activated.

  And with every pump of my pelvis, my groans grew increasingly reverberated.

  She set her lips to surround the heat, again and again, between my legs and it had been a building so long in the making—a smoldering fire quaking to awaken me.

  Her jaws would increasingly feed my volcano's cumming, as she stretched and held the rim of my lips to open wide. And my vessel’s volcano threatened to erupt at each and every aching quaking.

  She was as talented with her tongue as I was with mine. And my ability to curtail the volcano’s tremble was a trial by fire, like lava through growing fissures. Any second now, the molten rock of my climax threatened to burst through. And my ability to control the flow sank while she now feverishly stroked my bulging stead, as beads of sweat formed up on my brow.

  “Oh, I’m cumming, baby…”

  The raging ball of fire rose up and through my legs to usher in an unstoppable momentum. My vessel’s volcano erupted and it was a magnificent magma.

  I shook and tremored; and smiled, as the heated lava dribbled and leaked between my rigid thighs.

  She kissed my leg. Then took hold and lifted the richie. And began to lick my magma from me, as she stroked it.

  “Power up…” She kissed the shaft and then chanted the words in victorious glee.

  “I’m not sure when last you'd been gratified…” She stroked the ruler and the wetness that streamed between my legs. “But I figured that after all you’ve done for the ladies of this organization—you really do deserve this.”

  “You’re amazing!” I chuckled and looked to the ceiling in utter satisfaction, as I moved with a now-balanced harmony.

  To usher in her climax was the only way that I could show her my deepest appreciation.

  And like a deep breath to a candle's flickering glow, my release inspired me to become alive and feed the vibrancy of our amorous awakening.

  I dipped back into the water, as she slid my hand to feel the wetness of a legitimate longing that now slipped between her own legs.

  She closed her eyes and quietly moaned.

  It was now my turn to steer her towards her own gratification and I was determined to satisfy her as none had done before.

  I was at present a cooled and hardened igneous rock, as I lifted her onto the shaft to straddle me.

  “Oh my God, Silk! If you only knew how long...”

  She held on and grinded in bliss, as she began to unveil and reveal her spirit.

  We kissed within our newfound jubilee and we fed from each other's energy to become a constant stream of rejuvenation.

  I swept her up with legs clenched against my core, as we continued to kiss passionately. And water flung all around us, to splash upon the Castle de Verre tile, as we transversed the master bath into my main suite.

  We found our bodies furiously interlocked and in a hot pursuit of each other, as we crossed the marble through the pathway of sprinkled red rose petals. We’d held back for way too long it seems. We’d missed each other desperately. And now could not resist the viscosity with which our vessels wanted—needed—to make love.

  We parted and passed through the sheer, red veil that draped from the ceiling and hit the chocolate perspective platform bed with a ferocious velocity, as a trail of incense leapt from the genie's lamp.

  All of our built and pent up emotions were at the moment running wildly. But as I looked upon her alluring landscape, I relished in the fact that it was my turn to deliberate the pace.

  Like Saturnalia, I would reverse the roles of master and slave within this Greco-Roman Festival and I exalted her body, as it was presented at its delicate and decadent best.

  And I, the grandmaster to her royal highness, would dine among a feast fit for a king tonight.

  The retinas of my queen’s eyes blazed electric blue, as I gently caressed the wet locks of her hair with the palm of my hand and savored the amaretto mousse of the nape of her insatiable neck. I delighted in cherry biscotti nipples as the ridge of her navel became caramel truffles and strawberry tiramisu. And as I followed her gondola's caramel trail, below bridges and through winding canals, I left sprinkles of cherry-filled kisses, as I indulged. And when I’d finally reached the delicacy of her cream-filled puffs, hers was a delectable banquet yearning to be infinitely felt and touched.

  And it seemed that I would have my cake and eat it, too.

  True enough—a line might’ve been the shortest distance between two points, but PrimaDonna’s winding and sloping curves were the sexiest expanse. Her scenic route was a sweet and irresistible escalade and now her charming Venetian serenade would guide me directly to the doorway of her royal court.

  And judging by her acute aquatics, the festivities had begun and but were awaiting me to join the regale. And I would persist to quench my carnal appetite, as I took my first dawdling lick of her almond unhurriedly.

  She was the sweetest sorbet. And as I let the flavor linger, she moaned in eager anticipation.

  “Oh my God, Silk…you feel so good.”

  I had finally reached the height of her reception. And her supple plum became a de
licacy, as I sucked sumptuously on every bit and every morsel. I would quickly acquire an oral fixation, as I voraciously fed my sweet tooth; and her lips would respond and puff up like pastries, as she moaned. I and her plum would dance within pools and exult together. And my tongue would swirl and curl her gem, as me and her lips brim would slip and swim in jovial jubilation. My jaws would breathe her essence in and her moans would resonate at the constrictions of my oral cavity. And in her bliss, she was having a ball, as I drew in and blew off steam within the wine and confines of her chalice.

  Her harvest was supreme. And she was delighted at my tongue’s ability to pluck it and to more than adequately commemorate her bloomed ripening, with the soft suckle of my remarkably cultivated palate.

  “Oh, Silk...I’m cumming…”

  As soon as the words had touched and fleeted her lovely lips and gave rise to blow an increasing width into my richie, I moved to quickly fill her up inside.

  I crouched and ran the stretch of my shaft down the length of her labia, as she suffered the first of many climaxes. She moaned in sensuous torture, until I finally relieved her overwhelming ecstasy by crossing the folds of her threshold. Her walls and crevices quickly felt my presence as her soulful moans were now dotted with salacious zeal. And her body grew delighted to be awakened and eager to be beaming and brimming with vitality.

  I took care to convey my utmost adoration, as the pools and byways of her hallways became nudged and thrust. And like passion fruit in gelatin, we mutually began to wriggle and bind together; with our bliss becoming a ballad sung with grand mandolins and driven by a romantic narrative.

  “Ooh, God…Silk…”

  Then without warning, she wrapped her long legs around me and flipped us both over on the bed. She spread her arms around us and kissed my chest as if a magic “x” had been painted over my heart.

  She whispered into my ear. “Silk, I want to feel your tongue again.”

  It seems that she was in control once more and her limber body proceeded upon an unexpected processional.

  Her eminence traveled and climbed from my lap to my lips and her promenade was poetry in motion—a parade from the great Flavian amphitheatre to the greatest Roman square.