A Mysterious Harp Player

It is a warm spring evening and I walk the silent streets of Paris as I make my way home after a great night out with friends. I am alone, quiet and calm. It is the time of night when everyone is warm in their beds, dancing with their dreams. I walk along the Seine River and it seems to twinkle as the air rushes over its surface. The air creates ripples that seem to entwine themselves with the air above it. Tiny sparkles of light and water play together, rising up to fill the streets with a sense of magic. A magic that can only be seen by the lovers of Paris.

As I walk along the pebbled street I notice a door that is slightly ajar. It is emanating a warm glow of light and I am drawn towards it. Compelled to enter this unknown passage I walk through the door, closing it quietly behind me. The room is dark and it takes a little while for my eyes to adjust. As they do, I can finally see that I am standing at the back of a very old theatre. Rows and rows of empty seats stand before me in reverence like pews in a Catholic Cathedral. The room is filled with the sound of what I can only describe as angelic music. I move around a pillar and can now see that the stage is softly lit by candles that surround a mysterious man playing the harp. His eyes are closed as he gently moves with the music radiating from his fingers. I slowly walk closer to see who this man is. He has dark hair, golden tanned skin and the most beautiful hands I have ever seen. Each finger nail is painted with a different colour and from a short distance it almost looks like a rainbow is plucking at the harp strings.

The room is filled with the most amazing sense of peace and tranquility. I can no longer define the boundaries of reality. It feels like I am dreaming, yet my breath is stirring within me. I sink into the moment and no longer try to make sense of the situation. Without a second thought I find myself peeling off my clothes. I continue to walk closer to the stage, my presence remaining undetected . Naked and bare foot I gently climb the stairs of the stage and stand before the player. His eyes open for the first time and without stopping he stares deep into mine. I can feel the music resonating through his body and penetrating me with his gaze. I slowly lower myself to the floor of the stage. I stretch my body out and press my back against the floor. I am positioned at the base of the harp and candle light dances off my naked body. I can feel the music vibrating through the floor and up through my muscles, my bones, my soul. The harp player starts to play more passionately and my back arches instinctively. As he plucks the strings my body instantly reacts and it is as if his fingers are making love to me. The music expresses the passion and the energy that is now radiating between us. I close my eyes and melt into the magic of this moment. My heart is warm and full. I long to stay in this moment for eternity. The music starts to slow and my body softens. The sounds gently start to fade away until silence fills the room for the first time. With my eyes closed I feel the presence of the player move closer to me. He kneels down next to me. I can feel the warmth of his skin as his moves into me. Our lips softly, slowly meet. Warm breath is exchanged and tongues ever so sweetly intertwine. I no longer feel separate. In this moment man and woman merge to become one. A single tear gently rolls down my left cheek and I feel like I have experienced love for the first time. The kiss finishes softly and I take a moment to stay with this feeling. When I finally open my eyes, the harp player is gone. I stay for a little while longer. Tears pouring down my cheeks and candle light gently flickering around me.

Sheeps Stations, Gumboots and Threeplay Continued...

It has been about 30 minutes since my abductors retreated and left me alone in a state of heightened bliss. I have finally relaxed into this chair and become friends with the ropes that bind my arms behind my back. I strangely feel powerful and strong. I can feel my sexual energy surging through every cell of my body and rising to the surface like fine champagne bubbles. As I close my eyes and focus on my exposed body, I feel deep into myself. My body is young and fit. It feels strong and supple. I breathe deeply, in and out , in and out.

My breathing takes me into a deep state of relaxation and I don't even realise that there is someone standing in front of me. I become aware of his presence when I feel two fingers enter me gently. Another pair of hands release the ropes from around my wrists. The feeling of physical freedom sends a rush of energy up my arms, down my breast and finally meets with the two fingers now deep inside of me. I take a deep breath in and as I exhale my body explodes with ecstasy. My body shakes as I experience the most powerful orgasm I have ever felt. It feels like my whole body is pulsing as strongly and as deeply as my luscious pussy. This is heaven. Bliss.

Sheeps Stations, Gumboots and Threeplay

It's Friday afternoon and I'm itching for some excitement when I receive a text message from a friend inviting me to his farm for the weekend. His triple xxx at the bottom of the message arouses my curiosity as to what he is actually planning. What did I have to lose apart from my clothes? So, with little hesitation I packed a few things in an overnight bag, took the roof off my mini convertible and let the wind race through my hair.

As I approach the farm the wind is soft on my face and the air is sweet with the smell of gum trees. I have been driving for an hour and my body is aching to be stretched out. The sun has already set for the evening and the dusk air seems to hug the horizon with a sense of mystery. I enter the farm gates and drive 200 metres up the long driveway to the guest house. I park the car and I take a moment to close my eyes and take in the sounds around me. It is so peaceful and I feel the stress of the city instantly melt away from my body. Before I have a chance to open my eyes I feel a strong hand grab my arm and another cover my mouth so I can't scream. Another pair of hands places a blind fold over my eyes and ties my hands behind my back. I am now being dragged out of the car and up a path. All I can feel is the gravel beneath my feet and strong male hands holding me tightly. I think they are two men, one must be my friend James, but who was this other stranger who has seemed to abduct me without hesitation.

I am now being led into what smells like a hay barn. I can't see a thing and my abductors have yet to breathe a word to me. My heart is pounding so fast from the adrenaline rush and I am a little unsure if I should be scared or excited at this point. The men's silence and the strength of their grip on my arms is a little unsettling. They place me on a chair and one of them leans into my ear and whispers "Are you Okay?". It is James. The warmth and smile in his voice eases me at once and I smile in his direction. I slowly relax into the chair and allow myself to enjoy this very strange experience. I feel two hands on my knees and a body leans into me, his lips meeting mine. The kiss is long and passionate. His face is rough with stubble and I'm sure it isn't James. As he pulls back I ask, "who are you?". Silence.

Again, he leans in towards me and kisses my lips ever so gently but this time he slowly slides his warm hand up my inner thigh. A quiver runs through my body, my hearts starts racing and I long to be touched. But his fingers fall short of my groin and I am left lusting for more. The rope around my my wrists offers no release and I am now beginning to feel frustrated by my lack of freedom. I can feel someone standing behind me, his presence is strong and intimidating. He does nothing but stand behind me. I can feel the warmth of his breath brush eerily past my left ear and I begin to wonder what they have install for me. The hands of the man standing behind me move to my throat. He firmly presses his hands against my throat and then slides them down to the centre of my chest. There he begins to undo the buttons of my shirt and he forcefully peels it behind my back. Another pair of hands firmly grips inside the waist of my jeans, he releases the zip and rips my jeans off in one swift movement. I am now feeling incredibly exposed, my hands remain bound behind my back and I am now wearing nothing but a bra. Vulnerable to two men, one I know well and the other remaining a stranger, I await their next move.

I hear the two men whisper to each other but I can't make out what they are saying. One of them comes up to me and places my feet into a pair of gumboots. He slowly slides his hands up the outside of my thighs until they reach my hips. Pulling me closer towards him he gently starts to kiss my belly, the top of my pubic bone and he slowly makes his way down to my now pulsing pussy. He passionately kisses my pussy and my clitoris, whilst inserting a finger deep inside me. I moan with delight and I can feel myself wanting to erupt. His hand slides up my body to my mouth and he smothers my moans with his grip. His finger is wildly teasing my g-spot and my hips can't help but respond to his touches. I want to be able to feel his cock, feel him press against me, enter me. I want to fully surrender to both men, one at a time and then together. My mind starts to race through images of how the three of us could be together. I dream up positions I would never dare to do, but now they seem so incredibly tempting. And then, just as I am becoming incredibly turned on, he stops. He stands up and it sounds like he is walking towards the entrance. I hear the door close and the sound of a key locking the door. I call out, "Guys, what are you doing?" No reply. I have been left panting and pulsating, all alone, tied to a chair in a hay barn wearing nothing but gumboots.


To be continued...

Arabian Nights

As I, a western woman, stroll the streets of Dubai I am captivated by the Islamic women covered head to toe in black burkhas. Their eyes tell a story of forbidden secrets that can only allure the imagination into a haven of wild fantasy. As the desert sun kisses the back of my neck and the heat rises from my swollen feet, I find myself peering deep into the eyes of middle eastern men. Their eyes return the gesture. I feel them slowly undressing me with their deep dark stares and lips that are so succulent my mouth waters with desire.

My host approaches me and tells me he is ready to escort me to the desert for the evening. He is a young Egyptian male with green eyes and soft dark curly hair. His smile lights up his face as he takes my hand and helps me into the passenger seat of a white Toyota Landcruiser. We drive for about 20 minutes before the dusty streets slowly disappear. We find ourselves in the middle of dense sand dunes under a softly lit dusk sky. He continues to drive through the dunes until we are completely surrounded by sand and sky. There is no sign of life and I am excited by the prospect of being alone in the desert with my Egyptian companion.

When the four wheel drive stops at the bottom of a sand dune I am perplexed as to why we are here. There is nothing around except for endless mountains of sand, but with an incredibly cheeky grin Akil assures me to walk to the top of the dune. I slide my sandals off my feet so I can feel the warm sand between my toes. When I reach the top of the dune, whilst Akil is behind me watching my every move, I gasp with such delight. As my eyes reach the the peak of the dune I can see the most magnificent sunset. The sun is a deep red colour, a colour that reminds me of Parisian lipstick. I sit in awe as the sun slowly kisses the desert horizon. We sit there, side by side, watching the sun melt away as it is gracefully replaced with a blanket of twinkling stars. It is a while before a single word is uttered. The silence is broken when Akil slowly leans in towards me and whispers in my ear, "You are more beautiful than all the stars combined and your smile moves me more than any sunset". I can feel his warm breath on my neck, as I turn and look deep into his green eyes I can't help but wonder what it would be like to give myself to this wonderful stranger.

Before I can say a word we are back in the car and driving deeper into the desert. When we stop about 10 minutes later, the sky has become a deep majestic black backdrop, splashed with glittering stars dancing to the soft summer breeze. Akil takes my hand and guides me towards a tent, lit up by a glowing fire pit. The tent is filled with cushions and candles. In the middle of the tent lies a platter of fresh breads and exotic dips. The air is filled with the scent of aromatic spices and I feel myself melting into my environment. I slide myself onto a cushion and Akil sits next to me. He dips his finger in one of the dips and urges me to lick it off him. I slowly lean in and envelop his finger with my now hot, succulent lips. I allow my lips to linger as I slowly suck and tease his finger. When I pull back Akil looks at me with such lust I feel myself instantly becoming wet. Without taking my gaze off Akil I slowly remove my shirt and allow the soft breeze to lick my nipples. Akil slowly moves into me, kissing me passionately, one hand around my waist and the other cupping my breast. As we kiss I release a moan that frees the sexual tension I had been holding in my body. Our bodies move closer together and my haert pounds as I feel his warmth against my bare chest. His hands slowly slide down my waist and like a magician he unravells my skirt revealing my body to the desert sky. I lie back onto the cushions as Akil slowly undresses himself. He crawls over to me and kisses my lips ever so slowly, whilst he gently enters my yearning yoni. We make love for hours, until every cell of my body is tingling with such delight and ecstacy.

As I fall asleep with such deep satisfaction, I look forward to waking up to the desert sunrise entwined with my Egyptian companion.

Jet Black x.