@Lafilledemars, a famous writer of erotic literature, tells us with sensuality and passion about his evening on the eve of Valentine's Day. A story of black light in a gourmet restaurant.
A story of black light...
I come out of the bathroom, wearing only my silk kimono, when you stop me with a gesture and a sentence:
- “Do you want to play?”
Yet, you have reserved a table at a very famous restaurant, and if we are late, our table will not remain free for very long… So when you ask me if I want to play, I fear that we will be terribly late afterwards…
- "You didn't answer me," you insist, kissing my neck.
- "You know it won't be no... but it's just that you still booked 6 months ago to be sure to have this table..." I answer you while letting myself go to your kisses.
- "Don't worry... I was just thinking of a preliminary game"
Knowing your imagination, I can only be intrigued and excited at the same time. I see you take out a black silk blindfold , the promise of a naughty moment. I let myself go, because I love it when you take control.
Once blindfolded, I feel you gently remove my kimono, the silk caressing my skin. I stand, naked, in the middle of the room, and I hear you take something from the dresser.
You come back to me, and you take my hand. You place a kiss on it, and I feel another caress that I can't identify... It's fine like a paintbrush, or a felt-tip pen, and it leaves a slightly damp trace.
You kiss other parts of my body, one after the other, and then leave that same wet mark there… My arms, my neck, the base of my breasts… I let myself go, yet perplexed. I really don't understand what you're doing… But this alternation of kisses and these wet marks are incredibly soft and sensual.
After a moment that I don't identify at all, you whisper in my ear while removing my blindfold:
- “Wait a few moments, and you can get dressed.”
My first instinct when I regain my sight is to look at my hands and arms. Nothing. My thighs, nothing either. I look up at you, perplexed, but only your smile answers me, and your very teasing way of saying to me:
- "Now we're going to end up being late..."
I quickly get dressed and we're in the car. You still have that little smile. You seem to be having a blast. The restaurant is elegantly decorated, and the maître d' leads us to our table.
One of the boys brings us some champagne. It seems like you really have everything organized from A to Z.
We're having a toast and talking about this and that, when you lean over and say to me in an enigmatic way:
- "Would you like to freshen up a bit before the first course?"
- “Uh… Yes… Probably… Why?”
- "Because you could take this with you..."
And you hand me a little thing, barely ten centimeters long, cylindrical, white, quite elegant, with a little black ribbon attached to a little ring, and a push button on the side… With “Black light YESforLOV” written in gold and black letters...
- "Let's continue our little game from earlier, if you don't mind... Do you remember the places where I kissed you earlier? And the wet mark afterwards? I wrote a message there each time. Now, I suggest you discover the first one..."
I am speechless… I can’t wait to read your first message…
- “Do I look where I want?”
- "Yes, although I advise you to redo the progression... I ordered the gourmet menu... Before each dish, you will discover a message... Do you promise to only look at one at a time?"
- “Of course! It wouldn’t be funny otherwise!”
I close my hand around this little lamp, and I rush to the toilets. Of course I'm not going to look at everything right away... These messages are far too exciting, the content of which... I don't even think about going to lock myself in one of the stalls, I immediately look at the message on my hand.
In the little blue light appears a heart with “Thank you for accepting my games”... It makes me smile... Even if I expected something more... Intimate...
I return to my seat, responding to your smile, and we resume our conversation while enjoying the first course.
The waiter clears the table, I get up immediately and kiss you as I pass. I can't wait to discover the second message... having been left wanting more with the first one...
Little blue light on my forearm . “You are an extraordinary woman” ... I smile again. But how wise you have remained…
When I return to our table, I see that this amuses you immensely...
Third course, third message, on my arm “Imagine my mouth slowly moving up here” . A shiver runs through me… And I return to my place a little more troubled… Especially since your gaze becomes more ardent, because you know that I respect the progression…
Fourth course, fourth message… In my neck, at the base of my shoulder, I decipher upside down in the mirror “My teeth crunch gently here…” I shiver with pleasure just at this evocation…
The meal takes a more naughty turn… And that doesn’t displease me…
Fifth course… On the top of my breast you wrote “ There, it’s my tongue that slides to the tip of your breast” … My breathing quickens… I feel my breasts tense… The excellent wines that accompany our meal warm my senses a little…
Sixth course… My thigh … “My hand is dying to slide down the inside of this thigh to your intimacy”...
I find myself looking forward to the meal being over… And when I find you again, I feel that you too are getting into the game… you put your hand on my knee under the table and ask me:
- "Do you like it?"
I plant my gaze in yours to answer you
- “I like everything… Always…”
Our conversation becomes more and more tender, sensual… I know that you want me as I want you… The fact that I wear these erotic messages on my body for all to see, but that we are the only ones to know it is a delight that is exciting to the highest degree…
Dessert… All that’s left is my belly…
- "Do you want to find out the latest message, or would you rather wait?"
- “I can’t wait to be alone with you…”
My voice is almost hoarse, and we quickly finish our dessert. We decline the offer of coffee, go out and the car speeds towards your place… Barely through the door, we undress each other while kissing, progressing towards the bedroom, scattering our respective clothes in the process…
You lift me up and swing me onto the bed. You're on top of me. You've got the little lamp.
- “Do you want to know the last message?”
I sit up to read the blue letters. It's quite tedious, because it's written backwards. But I decipher "Taking you... It's uniting our bodies as well as our minds... I love you"
This is the most beautiful statement I have ever been told. The night has only just begun…
