The Ultimate Pleasure

Although I'm generally considered conservative—in terms of my views—and I blush more easily than a five-year-old child, when it comes to sex, I confess I am open-minded. I like to experiment, to play with sex toys, and to have fun in bed. No, I wasn't always like this. And the night I will describe marked my premiere in a cycle of very extravagant sexual experiences. So, let the curtain rise.

It was summer and the heat in my house was at least unbearable. A fan and lots of ice cubes were the essential accessories to cool the situation down. The game had already begun, and my goal and his was to find on which hot spot of our bodies the ice cubes would melt the fastest and with the greatest, of course, pleasure. However, as we sat on the sofa, I spotted some lollipops on the table. Yes, the familiar ones, which after a bit of licking reveal a very sweet gum. "Do you want to include these in our game too?" he asks me. "Yes," I answer, and I feel I have all the qualifications to star in a Harlequin story. He puts it in my mouth, and I, in the traditional slow way, begin to lick it. I'm talking about the lollipop, gentlemen. I continue: slowly, I lower it to my chest and then to my clitoris. What followed was all his doing. He licked it, I licked it, while simultaneously playing with the ice cubes and his tongue on the crucial spot. I truly felt I would explode and fill the living room with caramel.

My "ordeal" ended when, at the right moment, he entered me. I will never forget the absolute pleasure (so as not to use the appropriate word—I imagine small children are reading us) that pierced me when I came, and that particular sensation of dripping syrup and caramelized fluids.