Friday 6:30 pm

Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night.

After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home. The evening was calm and mild by London standards and I dropped into Lou Lou’s quaint little Victorian era flower emporium to buy a bunch of arum lilies. The shop was located right round the corner from my apartment building and as I turned the corner I instinctively glanced up at the fifth floor to the windows of my apartment.

There, against the inky blackness, I saw a trio of candles burning.

I smiled and felt a slight tingle of expectation in the pit of my stomach. I gripped the stems of the lilies tighter as I entered the elevator and jabbed hard at the button marked five. I then realized that I was becoming impatient; contemptuous of delay, intolerant of anything that stood between me and the exquisite embodiment of pleasure that was waiting for me.

Her name was Tamsin.

My door was unlocked. As I entered, I was greeted by the rich aroma of sandalwood. I took a deep breath and my mouth began to water as the incense stirred my senses. I heard music playing quietly in the background; an exotic, tribal rhythm that sounded like it had originated in the Near East. The apartment was dark, but as I walked into the corridor I saw a line of candles leading to the lounge.
As I entered the lounge I noticed that the couch was covered with a cloth of sumptuous purple velvet. By one end of it was a small, round table upon which was a silver wine jug and two goblets; all sparkling in the candle light. A bowl of red grapes completed this intimate little still-life.

As my eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom, I saw a figure slowly approaching from out of the shadows. A vision of mystic beauty stood before me.
She wore her hair in an antique style, reminding me of recent films set in ancient Greece. Around her neck, a heavy necklace hung of agates and sardonyx, turquoise, gold and lapis lazuli. As she raised her hands and took a step closer I saw heavy gold rings on her fingers and a bracelet of what appeared to be pure gold.
I was awed and speechless but not surprised – nothing Tamsin did these days surprised me. I had known her for three months and she would constantly reinvent herself. Whether she did it for me or to fill some inner need in her, I don’t know but I was just glad to be along for the ride.



I looked down her exquisite body. Every inch of her was pure poetry. She wore what appeared to be a length of white cotton cloth draped elegantly around one shoulder and leaving one of her magnificent breasts uncovered. The rest of the cloth hung down to her knees. I let my eyes linger on her loveliness for a long while as she stood there. She said nothing but, as always, her eyes of crystalline blue were alive and burning with intense emotion.
I stepped closer and she took my hand. She ran my fingers down her face and across her breasts then spoke to me in a language I did not understand. It was a tongue rich and sibilant and as she spoke, the intensity in her eyes grew. I listened to the arcane words, spoken with the utmost softness and tenderness; as though they were a sacred incantation and I knew then that I was in the presence of the Goddess.

Gracefully, she walked over to the small table and poured us both a goblet of wine. It was a rich, sweet red that I had never tasted before. It was at once intoxicating and refreshing and as I savored the last drop, I was met by a sweet smile. She took a sip from her own cup then put it down. I felt strong hands and smooth palms run over my shoulders.

They were purple of raiment and golden,
Filled full of thee, fiery with wine,
Thy lovers in haunts unbeholden,
In marvelous cambers of thine….

She kissed me and slowly started to undress me. She would not allow me to help her, so I knew that tonight was about me. But how could I begin to ignore this woman’s need for pleasure. I was her devotee, I was her slave and I was her adjunct in all things.

My clothes soon lay in a discarded pile on the floor; I had emerged from them like a moth after metamorphosis – a newly potent creature with wondrous capabilities.
I took a deep breath as I saw her get down on her knees before me. Soon, supple fingers, velvety lips and a satin tongue were working their magic on my balls and cock. I shut my eyes and listened to the luscious sounds of Tamsin’s mouth at work on my shaft; set against a background of hypnotic music. The rich incense and the ambrosial wine too cast their spell on my senses. I soon found myself transported into an occult world of infinite possibilities presided over by this beautiful arch-sorceress.

She now reached around and parted the cheeks of my butt, rubbing all the sensitive area behind my balls and at the rim. I loved this and it was something that she had not done before. The rose of expectation began to bloom within in me.
I became hard quickly as she started tugging my cock upwards at just the right angle. My breathing was getting heavier and, sensing this, she stopped. I saw a salacious smile creep across her face as she slowly rose and led me to the couch. I sat down; my cock still wet and glistening from her saliva and still standing rigidly to attention.
Tamsin stood before me, turned slowly and teasingly raised the cloth revealing her beautiful butt.