Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember - Sex Stories

Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember

... attention to the man I was supposed to allure. Cristophe Sabitini, no doubt, the notorious erotica master. I realized I'd been ignoring him to study the living statues. As I met his dark eyes I got overwhelmed by the sense of familiarity. Where else had I seen them? The next emotion that blew my world to pieces was the instant attraction. Was it because of the deep admiration I've harbored for him for years? I have gotten one of the details right, though. He was wearing a carnival mask and I couldn't see much of his face. His athletic body was fully covered by an elegant tuxedo. I couldn't even get a look at his hands for they were wrapped in leather gloves. My lips curled in a smile. It looked as the mystery of Sabitini wouldn't be resolved that easily. Oh, well, I was keen on picking his brain apart. He was regarding me with amused expression though I could tell he loved what he saw. I appreciated his manners as he kissed my hand and led me to the dining table, pulling my chair and making sure I was properly seated. While I was never one of the women to complain of the fact that the gentlemen are already an extinct species such small gestures really made an impression on me. Cristophe spoke fluently though his deep voice was laced with European accent I had a hard time to distinguish. I thought of Connor for a moment and once again I compared the two men mentally. They can't be the same person, can they? I was supposed to recognize my boss and the object of my lust, in ...

... spite of the mask, gloves, the smoke and mirrors. I composed myself quickly and directed all of my attention to Cristophe. I had gotten over my initial shock when we got served the champagne and the entree meal. The bubbly, cold liquid was flowing down my tongue when he began his introductory speech. The whole meeting felt quite intimate so I quickly let go of my inhibitions. It was as if I met an old friend, the type of old friend who had unlimited access to all my dirty thoughts. I swear, as he confessed of his life-long obsession with sex I got even more dumbstruck than when I faced the living statues. Cristophe's well-chosen words reflected so much on my own thoughts, desires and secrets, as if he had extracted my inner monologue and managed to put down all of my conflicts with the world and myself with an envious eloquence. That was the moment when the lust prevailed, as well as the raw desire, the longing to connect and feel that burning passion he was talking about so beautifully. At that point I didn't care who he was, I didn't want to know anything of his life, his past, I couldn't care less what he looked like. Our spirits were alike and I realized he was the only one capable of seeing and appreciating the real Sophie. That epiphany reflected on my physical state and before I knew my thighs were smeared with wet juices. I squeezed them and placed my hands on the table trying to calm myself down. My nipples were visibly hard under the thin fabric of my dress. When he ...