JonCam's blog post - My favourite sexual fantasy

I would like my favourite sexual fantasy to be perfect in every detail. My lover would be handsome (in a rugged kind of way), charming, intelligent and chivalrous. He’d have an air of self-assurance about himself and being very confident in his abilities both in and out of the boudoir without being arrogant or conceited. My scenario begins in the following way: a courier delivers a very special invitation with strict instructions to be available at 7pm sharp that evening to be transported to an undisclosed destination.

At exactly 7pm, a chauffeur-driven black stretch limousine takes me to a secret location. I arrive at a private entrance to an exclusive restaurant that only VIPs attend and, although this makes me feel very special, I am a little nervous as I am greeted by the headwaiter who ushers me down a plush red-carpeted corridor that leads to beautiful stained glass doors. The headwaiter quickly departs but not before announcing that his most experienced
waiter will return with additional bottles of their best champagne.

Upon opening the doors I see a handsome but familiar face waiting to greet me. He takes my hand which he raises to his sensual lips. He lightly kisses my hand and then presents me with a long stemmed red rose and leads me to a beautifully decorated candle-lit table set for two. I am impressed as I look around and see that we are in a private dining room with a balcony that overlooks the city with sweeping views of Sydney Harbour. Elegantly
arranged crystal vases of red roses decorate the room as their sweet fragrance permeates the room.

In his beautiful voice, he bows and says, "Madam, your chair awaits you." And, with a wave of his hand, he pulls out my chair for me to sit on. As I ease myself into my chair I feel warm lips tenderly kiss my shoulder leaving a trail of soft sensuous kisses to the nape of my neck this sends delicious shivers down my spine. He leans down and softly kisses my lips leaving my mouth tingling and wanting more. The scent of his aftershave fills my senses and draws me closer to him. He has excellent taste and wears only the best.

There is a knock on the glass doors and our waiter enters. He advises us that he will be looking after us during the evening and that will be at our service the entire evening. His name is Pierre and he also comes bearing gifts in the form of two bottles of French champagne tied with large red ribbons... compliments of the restaurant. One bottle he leaves chilling in a sterling silver ice bucket and the other bottle he places in the bar fridge for us to drink later. Pierre proceeds to pop the cork and fills our glasses and at the same time he profusely apologies to us as he has to leave to attend to an urgent matter
in the kitchen but shall return in 30 minutes to allow us time to check the menu and make our selections.

We realise that we are being left to our own devices and that we should take the opportunity to have a little erotic fun. He pulls his chair closer to mine and gently caresses my bare smooth legs with his strong hands. With a lustful look in his eyes he devilishly smiles at me as he slowly slides my black silk dress to my thighs. His eyes hungrily devour my body as my skin is exposed to him. I feel the tenderness in his hands as he gently parts my knees showing my inner thighs and oh so lightly caresses them as he slowly runs the tips of his fingers along my skin until he reaches the crotch of my black silk g-string. I watch him kneel down before me on the floor and can feel my juices flow knowing that my clitoris is now erect in anticipation. He pulls my g-string to one side, gently opens my cunt lips and proceeds to hungrily lick and tongue my erect clitoris running his tongue around it and sucking gently. Reaching up he pulls my shoulder straps from my shoulders exposing my firm breasts allowing them to fall free so they can be caressed as my hard nipples are gently rubbed with the palm of his hand. After paying attention to my breasts he then inserts two fingers deep into my waiting wet cunt (I know how he loves to hear me use the word) then thrusts slowly and gently in an undulating motion. My excitement is building... I am oblivious to my surroundings as I am in rapturous delight.

I open my eyes and see you looking at me with pure lust in your eyes... and know that you long to be inside of me giving all of your hard, throbbing and pulsating cock to me but Pierre will be returning shortly and we need to compose ourselves but not before we share the tantalising flavour of the juices on your fingers. This is definitely a test and I think we are up for the challenge as we hear a knock on the door; Pierre enters and prepares to take
our orders. We know that we require sustenance to get through this erotic night so we agree on the seafood platter for two then select vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries, finishing with a glass of port. During our meal we slyly
smile over the table at each other remembering the totally uninhibited delight of having your delicious tongue give me oral sex in this exclusive restaurant.

The sexual chemistry is too strong and after our delicious meal we are chauffeured to you apartment in your private limousine. While in the limousine we close the screen between us and the driver, I am so pleased to see that you have a hard-on. I unzip your pants and stroke your hard cock... it feels so good to touch then I bend down and take it gradually in my mouth. It tastes
so good and I pay particular attention to the head. It’s cut, very sensitive and very thick. You moan as I slowly suck your hard cock and your sighs of delight encourage me to continue the pleasure.

The driver interrupts us via the intercom and announces that we have arrived at the apartment building. Our clothes are in disarray so I straighten my hair and dress, you tuck your cock away, zip up your pants and we are soon strolling arm-in-arm through the foyer to the elevator. We arrive at the penthouse which has breath-taking views of Sydney Harbour from every vantage point. It is tastefully decorated with a masculine but modern flavour
about it. You escort me on a tour of the residence until we wander down a long corridor past a huge spa-bath that would comfortably accommodate four people, then onward to the master bedroom.

I anxiously open the bedroom door and see rose petals scattered on the floor before me leading to an exquisite bed. The ambiance is romantic and very sensual as scented candles flicker on pedestals placed around the room. A beautiful antique mahogany king-sized four-poster bed beckons us to pleasure each other once more. The bed is draped with full-length sheer silk curtains and adorned with cream satin sheets and an array of pillows and soft cushions. We slowly undress each other leaving a trail of clothes from the door to the bed. We are both naked and you lay me on the bed with my legs apart so you have access to my wet cunt. You lick my clit and suck on my lips and I am in heaven once more. We change to the soixante-neuf position giving me access to your hard cock as you slip your tongue deep inside my wet cunt. We continue to make love throughout the night then blissfully fall asleep nestled in each other's warm embrace.

The next morning I awake to find that I am alone in this marvellous bed and wonder where you could be. Within minutes you bring me breakfast in bed and wait on me hand and foot. I feel that I am truly blessed to have such a man in my life. After breakfast you confess that you have my g-string hidden away for safe keeping until I return to claim it. I tell him "my darling, you are most welcome to keep it" as I know he has a fetish for my female scent. I would love to realise this fantasy or something similar one day with a very hot, romantic guy. Who knows if it will happen...so I dream on lustfully. If you are still reading this thank you for taking the time to read my fantasy that has grown into a short story!