The Labyrinth of Passion (romantic experiences)

by Charles Westmont

  Justine’s facial expression transformed into a serious yet insecure frown. “I have to confess, my love …, she paused, turning her head away and back, that my trip to Basel went a little bit out of control. Everything was in order, until the Divine Marquis suggested that we take a walk along the river behind our hotel. We were walking for quite some time in the sunset, it was a balmy 28 degrees. He was describing the diagnostic procedure that he had experienced at the clinic. I allowed him to hold my hand while we were talking.” She paused, “You will not be mad?” she pleaded with Etienne, letting out a deep sigh. Etienne did not answer. He was watching her face intensely and could not assess with certainty, if she was serious or putting on an act. She turned back to him with her best ‘I look embarrassed’ posture.

  “Well! he pulled me into a gentle hold and searched upward for my lips. I had my high heels on and wore my yellow sundress. He was hesitant at first, but, in no time, he became more daring and he was successful in delivering a moist kiss. I began to giggle nervously, but I noticed that he was not amused by my reaction. In a quick move, I felt his hand lift the back of my skirt and his fingers rammed up my crotch from the rear. ‘I noticed that you were not wearing underwear, you little slut, let us start some serious playing,’ he said. With one hand he was pulling down his zipper, while the other began rubbing my pussy. His movement accelerated to a hard grinding and his other hand extended to probe my asshole. My apprehension rapidly converted to excitement and I surrendered. He forced my head down toward his crotch. Here I was, kneeling and my short skirt was lifted above to my waist.”

  Etienne was captivated by her story. He was sharing her rising excitement, energizing his own.

  “The Divine Marquis’s physique is not endowed with grace matching the level of his deportment,” she stated. “In return, I was startled by his huge penis emerging intertwined in black hair, and darting at me. My mouth could not resist the challenge of engulfing the trophy. I nearly choked at first, but I could not repel the pressure aimed between my lips. With the assistance of his powerful grip, I began rubbing, sucking and pulling at the growing device. Very soon, I tasted a surge arising and taking a deep breath from my nose, I allowed the wave to spurt inside my mouth. My knees were hurting and I rose to see the smile of satisfaction on his face. ‘My partner is a very fortunate man,’ he said, pulling his clothing in place and regaining his composure. I really felt like a slut.”

  Etienne was amazed by the level of his excitement. “Go and fetch that whip!” he commanded, forcing a stern look. He grabbed the whip from her hand.

  “On all fours, bring me that ass!” She obeyed and he began to whip her butt softly.

  “So you are a little slut,” he continued in a loud and menacing tone. He brought the whip to a gentle caress of her hips, than striking them in turn with restraint. She was moaning, but Etienne could not distinguish between her pleasure and her pain.

  “Please Master, I am sorry!” she whispered. He pulled her long mane and sent a few lashes over her proffered breasts and belly. His breathing began to accelerate wildly and he barely had time to move his penis to ejaculate over her butt. He could see in her eyes that she had taken her pleasure without fanfare.

  Etienne woke up to see Justine sleeping with her thumb in her mouth. As usual, he reveled in contemplation of her beauty. Her face in this peaceful state was borrowing the soft texture of a peach glowing in the morning dew. Her lips were calling for kisses, and her neck down to the one breast revealed by the comforter was a soft mousse, begging to be touched. “I thought that I had captured this pet for my pleasure on demand,” he thought, when his ego took over for a brief moment. “Her presence at my side has become a necessary and unrelenting obsession. This is the hunter being hunted. I see less and less possibility that I will be able to let her go, as I did often in the past with my lovers.” The hall clock was announcing noon.

  He smiled at her still sleeping and slipped into a daydream “So often, we spend more than twelve hours in bed, each awakening spelling a resumption of lovemaking. When she is first to surface from sleep, if I am covered, she uncovers to begin her exploration, ending without fail with a compulsory stop, even when I keep my eyes shut, feigning sleep, at the toy that she never gets tired off. It takes all my will power to abstain from intervening. She likes to play without being disturbed, sniffing, liking, sucking, munching, stroking at will. I have to admit to myself that she a cool sadist, forcing me to suffer my pleasure to the limit. At times, she will not expand the territory of her attention by more than six inches, humming protectively, while she is savoring her prize. Sometimes, I succeed at withholding myself from extending the feeling. Invariably, whatever the time of day, we begin exchanging secrets and stories. The story teller however, never hints at a distinction between fantasies and real life experiences. She tested her acting experience, when she revealed the fantasy of her return trip from Basel. So often it is when we are lying in the nude touching, in full observation of each other’s reactions, that the film of the fantasies unravels.”

  These exchanges could continue anywhere, in restaurants, driving on the road, in their hotel room, where, fully captured by their stories, they would hear knocking at the door, announcing late afternoon and time for the maid to clean the room. The personnel learned the lovers’ habits and would never insist after a first knock, leaving the work for the next day.

  Heloise

  “Etienne, she pleaded, tell me another story of your experiences before we met, it is your turn.” Etienne was excited by the idea of sharing his intimate love experiences with Justine. It had become an obsession for both of them to learn and share everything that they were and did. They were opening their soul at the mercy of the other and nothing was taboo. It became so easy that they were able to release secrets hidden inside their soul in the course of their life, without shame or the fear of the consequences of the revelations.

  On this occasion, Etienne had decided on a slightly devious scenario, to destabilize Justine. He figured that reinforcing his tale with a touch of malice could become an amusing experience. It might even bring to the surface a tad of jealousy.

  “The company was completing a project in Australia. I was enjoying a scotch after a long day of business meetings in Brisbane,” he began. “I was debating if I should return to the airport or stay the night and leave in the morning. I turned on my chair to draw the attention of the waitress for a refill, when my eye caught a raving long hair brunette engaged in conversation with an older gentleman. I moved my chair to take a better look. I caught her large dark eyes gleaming in support of her argument. She was wearing a dark suit with a short skirt accentuating her long tanned thighs and legs ending in stiletto heels. She was elegant in her demeanor and charged with femininity and sex appeal. ‘I should explore this further,’ I thought, while my body was loading with the renewed energy of the hunter’s instinct for a potential catch. I heard the gentleman asked the waitress for the men’s room. When he stood. I rose in an attempt to catch the brunette’s eyes. She looked at me and a discreet smile appeared on her full lips before she lowered her eyes.”

  “I found myself at her side, ‘May I sit for a moment, although I would not like to disturb your conversation,’ I lied shamefully, ‘but I could not resist the appeal of your beautiful smile.’

  ‘You are not disturbing me in the least,’ she answered, with a more expressive smile this time, ‘I will introduce you to my supervisor, who will be on his way shortly.’ We just had time to exchange names, before the gentleman returned to collect his overcoat. After introductions and handshakes, the professor departed and we sat and entered a lengthy conversation that would lead to an even longer relationship. At first we remained at the bar stretching casually as old friends over a glass of wine. She blushed, when she noticed my eyes were spending long moments sliding up and down her great legs. ‘You are very pretty I added, let us have diner.’ I do not remember all the details, but we kept on chatting joyfully. She was a c
ommunications graduate from Melbourne University. She had followed her professor to Brisbane to assist in a research project, the subject of her thesis. We were ending our diner and I noticed that her eyes were beginning to sparkle. I assumed the wine was an accomplice.”

  “We were ready to leave the table and I looked at my watch. It was past midnight. ‘Good Lord! I said out loud, I completely forgot to book a room.’ I took her hand and pulled her toward the front desk. ‘We are so sorry sir,’ the Marriot attendant was truly embarrassed, ‘but we are fully booked, I will call the International around the block.’ I felt Heloise hand press on mine and she whispered in my ear. ‘I will be pleased to have you with me tonight…, I insist.’ I told the attendant with a wink that I would make other arrangements. Heloise pulled me toward the elevator. Between the second and the third floor, I felt myself forced against the back mirror, when her full lips followed with a kiss. I swung her around against the mirror and pressed her body keeping her captive in a love lock until the door opened on the 16th floor. She ran out with me in tow, unlocked the door of the suite, mumbled something incoherent and ran to the bathroom. She had chosen one of my favorite suites on the Hamilton River overlooking the Gold Coast. The Gold Coast, located southeast near Queensland, stretches from Brisbane to Gold Coast city. The Gold Coast region offered me the best surfing experiences.”

  “Heloise did not seem to emerge, so after a few minutes, I turned on the TV set and sat awaiting her return. The bathroom door finally opened and she stood, wrapped in the complementary bathrobe, busy at brushing her teeth. I heard her mumbling again, understanding that she would join me soon. I could see in the opening of the robe that her long legs were leading somewhere that I could not exactly make out, but could easily guess. She returned wearing a black satin babydoll. I whistled softly confirming the replacement was a success. I did not have time to move, that she was sitting on my lap, moving in for a hug. ‘I am truly sorry, but I am not accustomed to so much wine. I am feeling much better,’ she said reassuring. We began to kiss and my hands could not resist caressing her long thighs. They felt even softer than the satin of her nightwear. She became uncomfortable, when my fingers would come close to her pussy, so I continued my caresses while maintaining a respectful distance. Her kisses became more and more intense. I must tell you, Justine that the length of her tongue was proportionate to the length of her legs and that my throat was taking abuse from her travel in my mouth. It did not take long to release the safety catch of my offensive weapon. I lifted her smoothly and laid her on the bed. To my surprise, she turned the lights off and pulled the comforter up to her neck. I stood surprised for a second and removing my clothes I slipped beside her. I remained motionless for a few minutes, awaiting her reaction. She turned to whisper in my ear. ‘I have to tell you that I am still a virgin. You are the first man in my bed.’”

  Etienne sensed Justine stiffen and shiver and he paused. “Is it OK my love?” he enquired.

  “Please go on, I cannot become jealous for something in your past. I love every word coming from your mouth, even when they challenge me. I am proud and excited by your prowess, I am curious to learn everything about you. If I come to hate you, I will let you know, but the feeling will not last.”

  Etienne was a tad uncertain about her ambivalent answer, but he decided to go on. In addition, he found these reminiscences quite thrilling to vent. He had never shared these memories with anyone before.

  “I was stunned by Heloise’s revelation and could not move or talk for a while,” he went on. “She began to cuddle closer. ‘How old are you?’ I asked. ‘I will be 19 next week.’ She turned back and I could not see her face. I swallowed and took a deep breath. Nature’s call took over and I began kissing the softness of her shoulder, pausing on her neck to approach her lips. She engulfed my mouth, darting with her tongue. My hand slid down to her breasts to find very small mounds capped with soft nipples the size of large pacifiers. ‘Oh! How much I missed my pacifier,’ I thought. In no time, I abandoned her mouth, to grab one of these beauties. Here I was back at the age of one year old sucking and munching. The more I did, the harder it would become and I would shift to the next attraction and then come back. I had so much fun at this, it must have lasted for hours. I felt that I was back over my mother’s breast. Although I do not remember her breastfeeding me, it brought a found memory of something past or … missed. Heloise did not miss a beat and from her moaning, I was reassured that she was fully sharing my pleasure. While my penis had settled for a rest, my hands were rounding her butt. Somehow, however, I had resolved to remain away for attacking her hymen. That conquest, I thought, should be reserved for a more personal a commitment.”

  “I awoke in the morning, my face resting on her breasts. When I moved away, she captured me with a beautiful smile and pulled me for a kiss. I left her with no second thoughts or promises, about a future for us. I was leaving for Switzerland the following day. When I arrived at the airport, the thought of our lovely encounter was still vivid on my mind. I called to send her a dozen roses, in appreciation.”

  Justine was looking at him with unusual inquisitive intensity. “Do you love my breasts and my nipples?” she enquired.

  “I could never live without your breasts, full, firm and the size of my dreams. I would never let a day go by, without giving them their deserved attention. As for your nipples,” and Etienne jumped over her pulled down the blanket and began to munch at her, with barely controlled ferocity. Justine was giggling at him, so Etienne looked at her in the eyes, “And there is much more to this story, if are you up for it?”

  “Please, go on, I love it,” she pleaded.

  “I did not return to Australia for the best part of six years. I never heard from Heloise and the memory of our brief experience was slowly erased by many other lovers. After my return to Melbourne to assess the possibility of a new project, I was, one evening, sitting alone at my hotel, when I answered my cellular. ‘Etienne, this is Heloise, I heard of your return to Australia. I am coming to Melbourne tomorrow.’ I was taken by the memory surfacing from so long ago. I told Heloise to meet me at Nick’s bar for dinner at 20h00, the next day.”

  “I had been waiting patiently for over 25 minutes sipping on my martini, when my attention was captured by the arrival of a luscious blonde. Her back was turned from me and I noticed that she was moving toward the other end of the bar. I turned toward the entrance and kept checking for new arrivals, when I felt a slight brushing on my arm. There was the tall blonde at my side. I was about to enquire as to her intentions, when something familiar in her eyes struck me. ‘Heloise!’ I was so loud, that many of the bar’s patrons turned in our direction. ‘Please sit down, you look so gorgeous, yet I hardly can recognize you.’ She pulled those long enticing legs popping from leather boots climbing above her knees over the bar stool. Mario, the ‘Maître D’, coughed his amazement and winked. He pulled her chair to the table. She stared silent for a moment. ‘Do I please you?’ she enquired. I began laughing. ‘“You are certainly full of surprises. Yes! you please me just as much as the last time. You even excite me a little more than a lovely dark hair lady that I met a long time ago in Brisbane.’”

  “Heloise went on to explain that she had married twice over the last few years, but that she could never reach the satisfaction that was engendered by our brief encounter. She had kept enquiring of my whereabouts. When she heard of my return to Australia, she began fantasizing about our next encounter. So here she was, goo-goo eyed. She seemed to handle the alcohol much better this time and much of her timidity had faded with the years. We closed the car door and she was already in action undoing my pants and engulfing her prey. She was attempting to recapture, in a few minutes, six years of privation. I could not restrain her or myself. I hardly had the time to wave the parking attendant away when I was filling her mouth. She surfaced like a lioness after her kill. ‘You smell and taste great my love,’ she said wiping her mouth and boasting the smile of victory.”
/>   Justine had moved closer.

  “Heloise called the office the following week. ‘I have decided to move to Melbourne, to be near you, my lover.’ I was surprised at first by her decision. I was becoming uneasy over her excessive attention. As much as I loved our occasional love making, she was not the person that I would share my life with and I did not expect to extend my stay in Australia. She was open to all my desires, making herself vulnerable to my gentle abuse of her charms. There was never a ride in the car when she would not insist to be plowed over the steering wheel.”

  “I saw her a last time before I left for Africa. She had invited me for coffee. I entered the apartment, to see a pretty brunette in her company. Heloise said that she wanted to bid me a special farewell. Her friend that she did not introduce was preparing the coffee. Heloise kissed me and pulled me near the kitchen island counter, she pulled her panties down and began fondling my penis over my pants. While her friend watched, she removed my organ and pulled it inside her. I fucked her over the counter. The friend never moved and barely showed interest. I began thinking that she was a lesbian. The thought attenuated my guilt. I kissed Heloise and left thinking that she may have enjoyed her performance in front of the audience. When I was closing the door, I saw her in a deep embrace caressing her friend’s breasts.”

  Etienne had noticed a change in Justine during the episode. She had moved closer, pressing her nipples on his side. Then, she began pressing and rubbing her mound on his thigh. Her breathing was accelerating. Before Etienne could make a move, she rose and turned opening her legs and sat on his face. Only with a great effort, did Etienne succeed in turning his head to take a breath. She began to sway back and forth with very slow moves. His nose was collecting the emulsion from her cunt, lubricating the path all the way to a slide between her generous cheeks. After a few passes his nose could penetrate her anus with ease. She went on in frenzy, “Go my puppy. Smell my ass and my cunt. Get that tongue out, lick and explore.”