Darlings, there are weekends that pass by in a blur of routine, and then there are weekends like this one—where every moment is infused with passion, pleasure, and a touch of decadence. My latest encounter with the irresistible Christine Love and the ever-elegant Mr. E was a perfect symphony of sensuality, submission, and shared fantasies. Let me take you through the unforgettable events of this weekend, from start to finish.
It all began in a charming little café, where Christine and I met to discuss our upcoming rendezvous. The anticipation hung in the air as we sipped our lattes and indulged in some light conversation, knowing full well the deliciously deviant fun that awaited us. There’s something intoxicating about the quiet moments before the storm, when the day’s events are still just fantasies waiting to be fulfilled.
With our plans set and our excitement building, we made our way to Mr. E’s riverside apartment. The moment we stepped through the door, the atmosphere shifted, becoming charged with the promise of what was to come. Mr. E greeted us with his usual gentlemanly charm, and after some polite conversation, he discreetly handed us each an envelope.
Before diving into the main event, we took a moment to enjoy a refreshing drink. Sparkling orange juice for me, and cocktails for Christine and Mr E.
Once we’d finished our drinks, it was time to get ready. Christine and I slipped into the bedroom, where we changed into our finest black stockings and lingerie. The feel of the delicate fabric against my skin, the tight embrace of the garters, and the anticipation of what was to come all combined to send a thrill of excitement through me. We were ready to put on a show Mr. E wouldn’t soon forget.
We began with a little game—a favourite of Mr. E’s that never fails to heighten his senses. Christine and I brought out our preferred perfumes, dabbing them onto our wrists and challenging Mr. E to identify each scent. As he inhaled the luxurious notes of Penhaligon’s and Tom Ford’s Oud, the rich fragrances swirled around him, mingling with the air of anticipation. This sensory overload set the stage perfectly for what was to come.
With Mr. E thoroughly entranced, Christine and I moved into the living room, where we began our sensual lesbian show. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, each kiss, each touch designed to draw him deeper into our world of pleasure. His eyes were glued to us, his breath quickening as he watched us undress each other, revealing the lace and silk beneath.
But we didn’t let him simply watch for long. Soon, it was time for him to join in—and not as a participant, but as our servant. We forced him to his knees, demanding his full attention and service. First, he worshipped our pussies, his tongue flicking and caressing, desperately trying to please. Then, we made him switch to our asses, his submission complete as he licked and kissed us, his desire evident in every moan.
As we used him for our pleasure, Mr. E couldn’t hold back any longer. The sight of us together, the feel of our bodies against his, was too much. He began to jerk himself off, his movements frantic as he chased his release. Christine and I continued our show, feeding off each other’s energy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. When he finally came, his body shuddering in the throes of orgasm, we let him catch his breath—knowing full well that the fun was far from over.
Once he had recovered, it was time to take things to the bathroom for one of his favourite kinks. We led him to the tub, where Christine and I positioned ourselves above him. The look of anticipation in his eyes was unmistakable as we began our golden showers, marking him as ours in the most primal way. He moaned in pleasure, his body trembling beneath us, completely at our mercy.
Afterward, we all rinsed off in the shower, washing away the evidence of our fun but leaving the memory of it imprinted on our minds. With clean skin and refreshed spirits, we slipped into fresh stockings, ready for the next round of play.
With Mr. E now clean and eager for more, we moved to the bedroom for the final act of our encounter. Christine and I resumed our lesbian show, this time in the bed, our bodies tangling together in a dance of passion. I reached for a strap-on and used it on Christine, driving her to the brink of ecstasy while Mr. E watched, his arousal building once again.
But Mr. E wasn’t left out. I selected a smaller toy for him, one that would allow me to fuck his ass hard without overwhelming him. He groaned in pleasure as I pushed it inside him, his submission complete. Christine, ever the sensual goddess, sat on his cock, riding him while she made out with me, our lips locked in a heated kiss.
The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, but we weren’t finished yet. Christine shifted her position, sitting on Mr. E’s face, her hips grinding against his mouth as I used a dildo on her. His muffled moans mixed with her cries of pleasure, and in the midst of it all, he began to jerk off again, desperate for one last release.
As Christine and I continued our play, lost in our own world of ecstasy, Mr. E came for the second time that evening, his body convulsing beneath us as he gave in to the pleasure.
Finally, spent and satisfied, we collapsed onto the bed, basking in the afterglow of our shared experience. We took our time getting dressed, chatting leisurely as the adrenaline began to fade, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.
As much as I wished to linger, I had other commitments and had to leave. Christine and Mr E, however, had more planned for their evening and headed off to a cigar lounge.
And so, our weekend rendezvous came to an end. Until next time, Mr. E.