Sandra walked down the narrow streets of Orléans France; her hand securely tucked inside Creighton’s. The city was alive with excitement for the Joan of Arc Festival. Merchants of all kinds were dressed in medieval costume, selling their wares on the streets and in the shops. The smells of food, pastries and sweets filtered through the air as they made their way through the streets. They paused by the statue of Joan of Arc, where they had their photo taken by a local photographer for five euros, then toured Joan of Arc’s home. Afterward, they visited several shops and stores in search for souvenirs. Creighton found a delicate hand knitted shawl for his mother, and for his father, a pair of hand sewn leather gloves. Sandra bought Nana a needlepoint blanket and Papa a new riding crop, blushing as she paid for it. For Cathy, she bought a bottle of perfume and a pair of silver and crystal earrings. Creighton, too, bought perfume for Sabrina, a hand designed beaded bag for Irena, a book
Reluctantly stepping out of the tub, Sandra wrapped a large soft bath sheet-sized towel around her slender frame, unsure exactly how long she had lounged beneath the warm water. She loved taking baths, but she rarely did so at home. Her grandparents lived in an old farmhouse, complete with a claw foot bathtub. It was far from being large enough to relax in comfortably. She stepped back into the large master bedroom, opening the wooden armoire, where the majority of her clothes had been placed. Rummaging through the array of new items, she finally found the very erotic outfit Creighton had insisted she buy. Sandra was tired because of all they had done that day, but she was eager to be back in Creighton’s arms. Hurriedly, she slipped on the black leather panties with the heart-shaped front, making certain the string slid between her butt cheeks. She then zipped up the front of the matching bustier to just beneath her sternum, allowing her breasts to swell above the metal closure; hidd
He held her hand out flat and opened the bottle of gel, slowly dribbling it onto the golden spheres. He smiled at her as he wrapped her fingers around them.“Massage them,” he ordered in a hushed tone. “Make them warm and slick.” Sandra did as she was told, her hand quickly warming under the gel. Creighton went to the dresser and picked up Sandra’s iPod, shuffling through the songs until he found the playlist he wanted her to dance to. A variety of today’s pop singles. He went to the bed and gathered the handcuffs together then quickly attached them to the rich wooden bed frame. He looked back at her as she continued to play with the golden balls and smiled.“Ready?” he asked her, and she nodded anxiously. “Come here and stand next to me.” Sandra walked to him as he sat on the edge of the bed, standing in front of him, blushing. Creighton glanced up at her, running his warm hands up her boots to her hips and then to her exposed butocks, massaging them gently.“You are absolutely ama
Moving and swirling to the music, Sandra’s pulse increased as did her breathing, her hands sliding up and over the leather that encased her slender frame, then back down across her torso and bottom. She was growing more urgent for release with each movement until she was dizzy with passion.“Need some help?” he asked a few moments later, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her tight against him. His erection pressed into her behind as his other hand reached around and cupped her curls. He massaged the leather between her legs, feeling the heat radiate from beneath it, making her moan and wiggle against his touch. She was wet, very wet and it took all of thirty seconds before he had her quaking in his arms, crying out her release.Creighton held her tight, supporting her with his weight as he quickly pulled the beads from her bottom, making her cry out his name, her fingers digging into his forearm and wrists. He unzipped the leather bustier just enou
She felt him move the thin leather strap aside, the warm moisture running down the crack, causing her to giggle and squirm as it tickled closer to her anus. His fingers were there to prevent it from dripping any further, massaging and caressing the small opening to her rectum. She drew a deep breath and forced herself to relax, moaning again when he slipped a long finger carefully inside. Sandra felt dizzy lying across the pillows. It was an odd position, but it was very comfortable with all of them beneath her. The strange tingling began again, followed by the pressure as he slid another finger inside her, thrusting in and out of her very slowly. Her backside began relaxing, unaware that she had tightened her muscles against his touch. He moved his free hand up her bottom and massaged her cheeks as he slid a third finger into her rectum, causing her to gasp. “Easy my love,” he told her, stroking and thrusting inside her until she relaxed again. She felt the warmth of his penis as t
Creighton steered the sleek black Mercedes easily along the main road toward Versailles, where they planned to stop for lunch. They remained silent, for the most part, as they listened to the soft classical music from the radio. Sandra found herself smiling as she relaxed against the back of the seat. She really loved this man, though she didn’t know how to handle his extravagant spending. She always seemed to feel elated and put down every time he bought her something.“What’s the matter?” he asked as though reading her mind. Sandra glanced at the man beside her and noted the concerned frown that etched his handsome features.“What makes you think there’s something wrong?” she asked, her tone filled with humor, knowing how easy it was for him to read her.“I know you well enough to know when something is bothering you.”“You don’t know me at all,” she teased with a soft chuckle.“I know you better than you think,” he told her again, turning his attention back to the road. “Are you d
Creighton pulled the car to a halt on a rather busy street and stopped the engine. Sandra glanced around at the surroundings while waiting for him to walk to her side of the car and open her door. The street was filled with refurbished old buildings and shops. A large cathedral loomed over the tops of the buildings, appearing like a guardian among the masses. They walked up to the front of a quaint old building with an orange sign that read Chateau Café. Like usual, Creighton spoke French to the young man who greeted them and was led to a table near the front window. Sandra sat down and looked at the many paintings and pictures hanging on the walls.“They have a buffet set up, unless you want something different,” he told her, and she smiled. “That sounds fine.” He placed the order with the man who nodded and said something in French back.“When we have more time, I would love to show you the sights. Versailles is very beautiful and full of history. You would find it quite romantic.
“Like what?”“Well, you’ve already said your favorite books are the classics, but you too have an eclectic taste. Romance and adventure, I think would be your passion. I know your favorite colors are bright colors; blues, yellows, pinks. I know you love your family, but you tend to back down to your sister in order to avoid an argument. I know your favorite food is pasta. Your favorite actor would be Orlando Bloom or Ryan Reynolds, someone handsome and romantic. Actress, probably Anne Hathaway or maybe Charlize Theron. Strong, independent, beautiful females like yourself. I think your favorite season would be summer, so you can run, and your new favorite vacation spot is France. How close am I?”“Not bad,” she said with a blush. “But why do you think I back down to Cathy?”“The way you talk about her, the way you’re always worried about what she would say to everything you do. You don’t seem like the confrontational sort of person, though you do have a temper, so I think you would rat