The Book of You
Taking your hand, Elizabeth leads you across the room. She pauses to whisper something in Lisa’s ear. Smiling in response, the Librarian glances at you before attending to her errand. “Where are we going?,” you ask. “I’m checking out my favourite book!,” says Elizabeth, guiding you towards twin French doors leading outside.
The doors open onto an enormous courtyard, the mansion walls surrounding on all sides. The spring air is cool, making your nipples tighten pleasantly, a gentle breeze sending goosebumps over your naked body. But the sun is warm in a cloudless sky, birdsong fills the air. Trees and walkways adorn the courtyard and long tables are set up for the after-party dinner. But you and Elizabeth are alone at the moment. Following her towards a garden, you walk across the lawn, soft, cool grass and dandelions caress your feet.
Elizabeth brings you to a clearing encircled by tall flowers. There, you see the blanket and pillows she’s arranged for this occasion, your embroidered bathrobe folded neatly in one corner next to a picnic basket. A pre-opened bottle of champagne chills along with two glasses, which sit nearby. She lets go of your hand, crouching to pour. Kneeling in front of you, she lifts the glass with both hands- an offering to her goddess. A wave of déjà vu threatens to overwhelm you. A feeling of familiarity, almost a memory, fills your consciousness.
Among the Tall Flowers
She leads you away from the manor and prying eyes, through the forest, her dress not nearly as fine as your own, but it is you who belongs to her and she’s holding your hand, giggling, glancing back at you with those big brown eyes and you can deny her nothing, so smitten are you, so absolutely breathless with your desire for her; and she’s leading you to a clearing ringed by flowers where she will perform forbidden acts upon your willing, but inexperienced body, awakening an eternal lust in you for her and for the others she invites to join in your mutual debauchery, and she’s on her knees in front of you, dress undone, long nipples hard, full, tongue out, savoring your swollen wetness, those glorious eyes fixated on your own, worshiping you, commanding you to come…
Unnnnngh!
You gasp. Elizabeth lowers the champagne glass, eyebrows knitting in concern until understanding gradually arises in her eyes. “Did you just come?,” she asks, sounding both amused and aroused. Reluctantly, you nod, catching your breath. Your ears burn with embarrassment, immediately aware of how silly you must look. These reveries you have when you’re with Elizabeth, are they simply fantasies or something more?
“Two weeks without an orgasm is a lot to ask our members,” says Elizabeth, “but don’t worry, we’ll soon get you sorted.” She pats the blanket, beckoning you to lie down. You obey.
Lying back on the pillow, you allow yourself to relax, feeling the sun warm your skin. Elizabeth leans over you, admiring your prone, curvy body. You reach out to stroke her magenta hair, slightly disappointed she dyed her gorgeous brown locks for the day. You run your fingers through her signature grey streak, which is temporarily a light pink, but still soft beneath your hands. You gaze into those eyes, guileless, innocent despite the seductive effect they have on anyone she meets. It makes you want to be used for her pleasure, to belong to her like a wrapped gift, to be hers. She closes her eyes, leaning forward for a kiss.
Now her tongue is in your mouth, your lips around it, sucking and licking it like a cock. Elizabeth’s teeth scrape your bottom lip, moving down to the nape of your neck. She lowers one of her stiff nipples towards your parted lips, your tongue darting out to intercept. Teasingly, she pulls it away at the last moment, repeating the motion again, compelling you to pout and whine in a manner unsuitable for someone your age. Mercifully, she dips it into your mouth, taking your right nipple into hers, tenderly chewing, attempting to suck your entire teat into her mouth. You nibble, lick, and gnaw contentedly, wishing you could just lie here, naked in the sunlight, sucking Elizabeth’s tits for the rest of your life.
Her hand strokes your inner thigh, inching up. You open your knees wide. Elizabeth’s fingers spread and knead your labia, rhythmically slapping your clitoral glans, the sting shocking, thrilling. You moan, almost crying with your need to come. She sucks in more of your tit, slowly biting down, chewing thoughtfully on your nipple. You feel one of her fingers slide effortlessly into you. Adding a second finger, which barely fits, she moans in appreciation of how tight you are.
Elizabeth moves down your body, trailing her tongue from your neck to your soft belly. Her hands push your thighs apart. She pauses for a long moment, gazing at your drenched pussy like a book she’s been eager to read. You feel the cool intake of air from her lips when she inhales, followed by her hot, exhaled breath blowing on your clit -a summer breeze across a field of wheat.
Her violet glow flashes passionately and you feel a surprising sense of pride in your soft body, that this amazing person would be so aroused by it. Closing her eyes, Elizabeth stokes her cheeks against your sopping vulva, gradually smearing her entire exquisite face with your wetness. She pushes that perky little nose deeply into your cunt, fucking you with it, licking your tight little tush-hole – a trigger that always makes you gush.
Her face glazed with your wetness, Elizabeth looks up at you, a devilish gleam in her eyes. Opening her mouth wide, her tongue ripples like ocean waves striking the shore- a little trick of muscle control she developed as a sex-worker in Amsterdam. Smiling, she takes one of your fingers into her mouth so you can feel the motion. Fascinated, you ask, “Can you teach me how to do that?” Grinning with her eyes, Elizabeth nods, her head bobbing to engulf your finger to the last knuckle.
She lowers her face once again, her rippling tongue finding your aching clit at last, tenderly pressing against it. You feel every tiny tastebud, the waves of her tongue splashing over your vulva. She moans hungrily while she works, sending vibrations through every nerve ending. Elizabeth reaches up, her fingers pinching your nipples, accelerating your inevitable submission to her ministrations. You grip the back of her head with both hands, fingers weaving through her hair, pulling on the straps of her steampunk goggles. The rippling of her tongue increases in speed and intensity.
A sob escapes you, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. Your body spasms. She pins your thighs down to control your thrashing. The orgasm crashes over you for what feels like an eternity, but must at least be a full minute. Trembling, your body collapses into ecstatic repose. But Elizabeth immediately begins again, her tongue hard this time, wetly plucking your overstimulated clit like a taut guitar string, forcing another, more powerful orgasm from you while you beg and weep.
Crawling up, she takes you into her arms, cuddling you tightly, your head resting on her chest while your breathing stabilizes. She reaches into the picnic basket, producing warm washcloths and cool drinking water, meticulously washing you, stroking your hair, attending to you like a found kitten. Lying together on the blanket, you hold one another in silence, listening to the birds. You wonder whether you’re in a dream or perhaps an erotic afterlife.
The Glow
You look down at the spring green light emanating from your body, pulsating with your heartbeat- a literal afterglow. “So what do you know about this…phenomenon?,” you ask, watching the light dance on your fingers. Elizabeth takes your hand, adding her own purple glow to the storm of color. “After today’s event,” she answers solemnly, “violence within 20 miles of here will drop to zero for three months. Donations to our charities will increase. People will simply be kinder to one another. The Glow channels our empathy and desire into practical change.”
Stunned, you process the implications of this power. “So that’s why you have quarterly orgies?,” you ask, laughing, “We’re literally fucking for peace?” Elizabeth smiles, saying “It’s more complex than that, and it’s just a small part of a much larger plan. But yes, our sexual energies will help us in our charitable mission.” Watching her glow throb in sync with her pulse you ask, “Did you give this ability to me this morning when you kissed me?” She shakes her head, “No, you already had the Glow. I just help people realize their abilities, activate them.”
Running her fingers through your hair, Elizabeth explains, “I concentrate on the person, ease their fears, fuel their desire.” Her fingernails scrape lightly over your nipples. “Then I add my own lust,” she continues, “If they are one of us, the Glow manifests.” Just like she did with you this morning. Just like she did with Christopher a few weeks ago. “Is that why you sucked my husband’s cock? You were testing him?,” you ask, blurting out your petty jealousy before you can catch yourself.
But Elizabeth shrugs seductively, coyly biting her bottom lip. Her eyes dart up and to the side, wistfully recalling a fond memory. She gazes back at you with horny mischief in those eyes and you know you would have enthusiastically fed Christopher’s dripping dick to her personally had you been there, squeezing his balls, emptying the last squirt of his jizz down her perfect throat. But Christopher wasn’t invited to today’s party. You feel a pang of sadness. “So, he doesn’t have it, the Glow?,” you ask.
Elizabeth kneels over you on all fours, leaning close, her hair touching your cheeks, eyes alight with excitement. “Oh yes, you picked a good one! Christopher has the Glow- it’s a reflection of his good character, a natural trait,” she says, “It’s faint, but I think he can be nurtured into a full member of the Phoenix Group. Exposing him to more of us will help him manifest over time.” You imagine what this exposure might entail and you realize, that’s why Jo had her hand down his pants earlier- she was nurturing him. You can’t wait to see him exposed to more of these beautiful people, to watch him shine! You kiss her, so proud you are of your man.
As Above, So Below
“So what else does it do?,” you ask, “Are there side effects?” Elizabeth’s pubic hair brushes over your navel. She slowly begins humping, her wetness smearing your belly. “You’ll notice,” she says breathlessly, “your libido will increase, affecting those around you. Even those without the Glow will want to do good things for you.” You think back over the last few weeks since you first met Elizabeth, how horny you have been, how people have been bending over backwards to do anything you ask. You thought it was just because most people enjoy helping short, busty women who don’t wear bras.
“You’ll also notice,” says Elizabeth, climbing higher towards you, “you’re able to come very easily, and often.” Your hands slide up, caressing her hips. Grabbing a handful of your right breast, she flicks your rigid nipple against her clit. “Your orgasms will become more intense,” says Elizabeth, her voice quavering, “like the one I’m about to have on your face right now, Darling.” She climbs higher, hovering over your lips, your head pinned against the blanket.
“Open,” Elizabeth says, commanding. You obey, showing her your tongue. You hear a female Cardinal’s mating song, then Elizabeth’s cool, smooth thighs close around your ears, leaving you in a world of silence and gleeful submission. Sitting up, she perches lightly on your chest. Her tall, dancer’s body is backlit by the sunshine, shafts of purple light shining through her glow like stained glass. You bask in the glory of her, thrilled by the thought of how many millions of people would want to be you right now- your wildest fangirl fantasy come true.
Your hands move up from her hips to stroke those long, perpetually-hard nipples, which snap to attention between each of your fingers. Lowering herself, Elizabeth gently grinds her mound across your lips. You lovingly deliver soft kisses to her hard clit, reveling in her moans. Keeping your tongue soft, you allow her to set the pace, to luxuriate on your mouth. Although you remain Christopher’s wife in your heart, your body absolutely belongs to Elizabeth at this moment. But you’re beginning to open your heart as well, your affection growing, expanding to encompass more lovers than you could have ever dreamed. You think of each of them possessively now: my Christopher, my Bradley, my Jo, my Lisa, my Handsome Stranger, and of course, my Elizabeth.
My Elizabeth! Extending your tongue, you allow her to choose its destination. Her hips thrust forward and back, building a rhythm, soaking your face in her musky juices. Your tongue twirls into her legendary arse. Elizabeth groans, throwing her head back, extending her arms into the air, reaching for bliss. You stare up at her in awe, reverently moaning your own blasphemous prayers into her. Oh my goddess of wanton carnality, use me, make me your cunt’s servant, bathe me in the cum of a thousand cocks and fuck my soul forever!
Her body quivers above you, her breath hitches, her nipples grow even harder beneath your fingers. Elizabeth looks down at you, mouth agape. Grasping the roots of your pigtails with both hands, she pulls hard, humping your obedient lips with wild abandon. You flick your tongue rapidly, gasping for air when you can, so thrilled to be hers.
She grinds herself into a long, tightly-controlled orgasm, eyes closed, with only a slight unngh escaping her at the last moment. With a soft sigh, Elizabeth opens her eyes, smiling brightly. Oh, if you could only have a photo of her at this moment you would wank to it every night! Glancing down, she runs her fingers across your lips, enjoying the sloppy mess she’s made of your face. A long strand of spit drips slowly from her pursed lips, the colors of the rainbow shining in its prismatic light. Beaming with pride, you extend your tongue to receive her offering, not degradation: Communion. You swallow with gratitude, opening again for more.
“Good girl,” says Elizabeth.
D34U’s other works:
This series, A Song of Hope and Longing started with one of the most popular blogs on my website, A Wife’s First Threesome from October 2024, en erotic love-letter from D34U to his wife. A woman meets a man she has a crush on at a restaurant, with the intention of seducing him alongside her husband. She encounters the singularly attractive Elizabeth for the first time in the bathroom, and Elizabeth gives her the boost of courage she needs to see her plan through. It still is a hugely popular blog.
Continuing D34U’s love letter to his wife, Such a Good Boy, was published in December 2024, in which the same character relives her threesome experience on a phone call with the mysterious Elizabeth. This gets her so horny, that she face-fucks her husband before getting him off, in a wicked scene of teasing and denial, until she finally gives him what he so desperately needs.
Then, there is Two Weeks – A Slow Burn a scocher of a tale. After two weeks of extreme denial during which her husband has brought her to the edge countless times,Tabby is ready to burst with her supressed desire.
If you haven’t read it yet, Wife’s FIrst Orgy – Part One features one of the hottest tit-tease scene’s I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading.
A Wife’s First Orgy – Part Two is harking back to the very best of the Golden Age of porn. A must read.
And especially for Halloween, a sublimely beautiful tale:
I’m Your Renfield: A Halloween Tale of Vampiric Lust
Published on the website of the fabulous Girl On The Net, which also features the character Elizabeth, Rewarded at the Glory Hole a gorgeously appealing slide into erotic fantasy. Uhhh.