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Nabil's convinced me to write a story about him, me, Tony, and whoever else we need to have in our Dionysian palace. He suggested starting it off with him feeding Tony grapes. What resulted was clean porn. I don't know if I'll ever be able to look at grapes the same way again.
The fruit glowed peridot in the light of the perfumed braziers, hanging with a vicious delectability above the open lips of a similarly delectable youth. Temptation personified, golden juice burst through the swollen skin at the light pressure of a deft tongue against flawless teeth, once released by its former captors, the lithe fingers of another exquisite youth.
He fondled one more grape from the stem and lifted it delicately to the waiting mouth. The recumbent beneficiary whimpered with impatience, and this time the heat of a generous lip brushed the unstinting fingers, in search of the anticipated sweetness.
The grapes were unreasonably perfect, as were their consumers; but reason had little to do with the perfection of the inhabitants of Delilah's court.
"Eat slowly, lord. It won't do for you to ruin your stomach," said the dark one with a shy smile that still managed to be knowing.
The seraphic recipient's bejeweled chest rose in a voluble sigh, and he opened his eyes. "Grapes, epitome of their species though they be, are hardly enough to disturb a divine digestion."
The fruit glowed peridot in the light of the perfumed braziers, hanging with a vicious delectability above the open lips of a similarly delectable youth. Temptation personified, golden juice burst through the swollen skin at the light pressure of a deft tongue against flawless teeth, once released by its former captors, the lithe fingers of another exquisite youth.
He fondled one more grape from the stem and lifted it delicately to the waiting mouth. The recumbent beneficiary whimpered with impatience, and this time the heat of a generous lip brushed the unstinting fingers, in search of the anticipated sweetness.
The grapes were unreasonably perfect, as were their consumers; but reason had little to do with the perfection of the inhabitants of Delilah's court.
"Eat slowly, lord. It won't do for you to ruin your stomach," said the dark one with a shy smile that still managed to be knowing.
The seraphic recipient's bejeweled chest rose in a voluble sigh, and he opened his eyes. "Grapes, epitome of their species though they be, are hardly enough to disturb a divine digestion."
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Once again, I bow to your literary godliness. *smiles*
-A