You are lying motionless on top of a large antique mahogany table. The warmth from the fire place cascades over your naked flesh like gloved hands relaxing every muscle and nerve in your sculpted figure.
A small pillow rests beneath your head as a dark satin cloth covers you eyes. The elimination of your visual sense magnifies the acuity of the remaining four.
The ambient noise from the crackling flames drowns out all other sounds in the room. A faint waft of strawberry floats in the air as you keenly observe your surroundings. The texture of the warm wood beneath you feels of hundreds of years of polish and waxing.
You wait patiently yet eagerly for the night to begin.
As we walk into the room the vision of you perfectly placed upon the table brings a smile to our faces. The object of our desire awaits us ready and willing.
Your expression is emotionless as we approach; unaware of our arrival you continue to silently relax and wait for your guest to arrive.
The tinkling of the sterling silver spreader announces the arrival of your much awaited partners. You smile and start to speak but a finger quickly covers your soft red lips as you hear a, "Shhh" come from the other side.
A sudden chill interrupts your warmth as a sticky pasty substance is smeared across the round rise of your breast. The instant cold draws the pinkish round areola tight atop you breast. The firm unforgiving blade of the spreader scrapes over the crest of the globe pinning the hardening nipple under it until it passes allowing the rock hard bulb to spring back into an erect stature.
The same deliberate action repeats itself on your opposite breast finally eliciting goose bumps all over your upper body.
Slowly a trail of cool stickiness is carved out down the slopes of the glorious mounds traveling south along the smooth rising and falling abdomen curving around the naval.
As the trail approaches the Mons it widens and covers the bald baby smooth rise just above the clitoral hood.
Deliberately and delicately the pasty substance is painted up and over your clit and down the sides of you dangling delicate lips. All the while your breath hastens and stomach trembles as you lay perfectly still not knowing what would happen next.
A hot wet tongue begins to trace the outer edges of the sweet smelling paste on one side as the spreader finishes its work down below. The strawberry smell begins to fill the room as both breasts are becoming devoured by two mouths. The small seeds mixed in the jam scrape along your flesh ever so lightly. The heightened awareness if touch allows you to feel each and every little pebble as it moves along the skin reacting to each nerve sensor along the way.
On one side soft tender lips and tongue clean away the sticky jam with cat like laps and kisses. On the other side a stronger more masculine tongue scoops up the pasty treat from around your breast.