Odalisque Paradise
Charles stood beside the shelves gaping unceremoniously at the women before him. He was very aware of the parts that they had that he did not. His parts responded to their presence and form as if the hand of nature were manipulating him invisibly. Charles hastily glanced toward the man who now was stretched back across the settee awaiting the attention of the fair dames.
Charles cleared his throat and then wished that he had not. All attention in the sex-tense room immediately settled on him. One of the women smiled faintly and moved closer to him, her body moving in a way that only naked women move. Charles swallowed hard making his Adam’s apple bob wildly.
Something very odd happened to Charles the moment her delicate hand touched his body. His mind ceased to exist in the here and now and became victim of his nerve endings. Every ounce of his concentration was focused on that feminine hand that now caressed his cheek, and then caressed his neck. Words no longer formed full sentences within his cranium but merely fragment of sentences, and sometimes fragments of words. The word want became a mantra in his sex-addled mind.
Charles groped internally for the nerve, or strength of presence of mind to respond to the caresses, and had he been observing the situation he would have been appalled that the only thing to cross his lips sounded moderately like a pig squeal.
“Iiiii-eee.” The guttural sound broke the silence of the moment, and soon everything descended into depravity. Charles was settled on the large chair and the woman was atop him, her legs dangling on either side of the chair resting on the arms. The apex of her thighs was placed mollifying close to his aching organ. From where he sat, he could see that the other two sat on the settee watching, eagerly, like young children at a fine opera.
Unease permeated his thoughts, but with a naked woman on top of him, he was not feeling uneasy enough to attempt an escape. The woman took his face in her hands and forced his eyes to meet hers. He didn’t see his erection touch her shaft he didn’t see his penis vanish into the cleft of her thighs. But he did feel it, and the feeling was so heavenly he thought he might faint.
Charles whose wants had been so long denied thoroughly enjoyed those first moments of sexual intercourse. He passionately thrust up into her, while she held his face close and looked into his eyes. He was nearly at his peak when things began to change.
The first thing Charles noticed was the smell. It was foul and unpleasantly distracting. So much so that his nose twitched and he blinked away from the lady’s eyes. In his mind he had been certain that once he discovered the source of the odor, he would be able to continue the moment.
Alas for Charles, this was not to be the case. As he looked past the shoulder of the woman now bouncing wildly on his lap, and toward the watching spectators, his heart froze and all at once his erection died.
Charles cleared his throat and then wished that he had not. All attention in the sex-tense room immediately settled on him. One of the women smiled faintly and moved closer to him, her body moving in a way that only naked women move. Charles swallowed hard making his Adam’s apple bob wildly.
Something very odd happened to Charles the moment her delicate hand touched his body. His mind ceased to exist in the here and now and became victim of his nerve endings. Every ounce of his concentration was focused on that feminine hand that now caressed his cheek, and then caressed his neck. Words no longer formed full sentences within his cranium but merely fragment of sentences, and sometimes fragments of words. The word want became a mantra in his sex-addled mind.
Charles groped internally for the nerve, or strength of presence of mind to respond to the caresses, and had he been observing the situation he would have been appalled that the only thing to cross his lips sounded moderately like a pig squeal.
“Iiiii-eee.” The guttural sound broke the silence of the moment, and soon everything descended into depravity. Charles was settled on the large chair and the woman was atop him, her legs dangling on either side of the chair resting on the arms. The apex of her thighs was placed mollifying close to his aching organ. From where he sat, he could see that the other two sat on the settee watching, eagerly, like young children at a fine opera.
Unease permeated his thoughts, but with a naked woman on top of him, he was not feeling uneasy enough to attempt an escape. The woman took his face in her hands and forced his eyes to meet hers. He didn’t see his erection touch her shaft he didn’t see his penis vanish into the cleft of her thighs. But he did feel it, and the feeling was so heavenly he thought he might faint.
Charles whose wants had been so long denied thoroughly enjoyed those first moments of sexual intercourse. He passionately thrust up into her, while she held his face close and looked into his eyes. He was nearly at his peak when things began to change.
The first thing Charles noticed was the smell. It was foul and unpleasantly distracting. So much so that his nose twitched and he blinked away from the lady’s eyes. In his mind he had been certain that once he discovered the source of the odor, he would be able to continue the moment.
Alas for Charles, this was not to be the case. As he looked past the shoulder of the woman now bouncing wildly on his lap, and toward the watching spectators, his heart froze and all at once his erection died.
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