1. Just Call Me...Lover.


    Date: 8/15/2024, Categories: BDSM Author: Piquet 

    ... trail of ruby-red seeds on the flagstones of the floor and a few drips of juice leading away from the kitchen table where the basket containing our rich harvest of fruit still lay.

She was nowhere to be seen but I suspected that she had laid the trail deliberately for me to follow. I soon found her in the cellar sitting with her back to me on the heavy olive-wood table. She had lit the candelabras and she sat with her knees up close to her chin, a large red and yellow pomegranate in one hand and with her head at an angle she was studying something on the table intently.

I realized then that I had not ventured down into that cellar for months. As I approached her, I saw that she had several drawings arranged on the table. These were done in black ink on a variety of shapes and sizes of paper. One glance at the drawings made the hair on my arms and neck prickle. All of them were portraits; self-portraits of the same woman, a mysterious, dark-eyed woman with long straight hair and a face that was as sinister as it was beautiful.

Jacqueline turned her face and smiled.

“Where did you find these?” I asked quietly.

“They were scattered on the floor.”

I shook my head but said nothing; unable to take my eyes off the strange, far-away eyes rendered so carefully and accurately in ink.

- “Is this the woman who owned those black panties?”

“I don't know, probably…I only met her briefly.”

I felt bad lying to her but I also felt a deep, instinctive need to ...
    ... protect her...but to protect her from what? I couldn't exactly say.

“She's beautiful and these are very good. Shall I keep them?”

“No...I mean...she may return one day, just leave them here. Let them become part of the long history of the place...and we too might leave something here.”

“Said in your usual romantic English way.”

Jacqueline slid, cat-like, off the table and looked at me with her head resting seductively on her shoulder. She transfixed me with her turquoise eyes.

-” You know, I like it down here; it's cool and cozy, I love the old stonework in the candlelight and that sweet, decadent aroma...whatisthat?”

She reached forward and drew my face towards her. She kissed me passionately, wasting no time unbuttoning my shirt. Her fingers massaged my muscles as my palms entwined her waist. Her tongue wrestled vigorously with mine, something she had never done before, and she shed her panties as soon as I began to ease them down.

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One Friday morning I returned from the local market and saw a note from Jacqueline informing me that she would be in the garden. The verdant shade of the villa's garden was a welcome respite from the oppressive, noon-time sun. I found Jacqueline reading by the far wall. She had picked a bowl of dark red mulberries.

“They look delicious.”

“Mmmm, yes they are,” she replied looking up from her book then added, “I was about to make some coffee.”

“No, you stay there. I'll make it.”

“Oh, you are a darling.”

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