An evening with...

Author's note: The story below is entirely fictitious, and may contain material or concepts of an adult nature. It is a tale of activities between two consenting adults, in the privacy of their own home. If you are likely to be offended by such, then don't read it. You have been warned.
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She sat on the couch, awaiting his arrival, little know what awaited her that evening. The message that her man had sent her was as exciting as it was cryptic: "I'll be there at 7pm sharp. Be on the couch, blindfolded, awaiting my arrival. Dress sexy.

It was rare that he, such a sweet and gentle man, took such an authoritative tone with with her - but knowing her as he did, she knew he was planning a surprise for her.

She had readied herself early this evening - drawing a warm scented bubble bath; and she had allowed time should she wish to luxuriate in it. However, anticipation got the better of her and she hastened her preparation.

Now that the appointed hour drew near, she lay on the couch sipping a glass of red wine. Clad only in a thin nightdress of black satin and lace, the wine warmed her inside as the radiance from the crackling fire did the same from without.

With a glance at the carriage clock on the mantelpiece, she saw that it was nearly time. The tone of the message was such that she knew he would not be late, and tardiness on her part would involve a punishment. She placed the wine goblet on the table and donned the blindfold, carefully tying the knot behind her head. As the clock began to chime the hour, a shiver ran up her spine as the heard the sound of a key in the door.

The door opened and then closed, and footsteps rang out across the floorboards as he walked wordlessly into the room. Over the crackle of the open fire, she heard him open his briefcase and then a rustling sound as if he had removed something from it.

Silence for a moment, and then the sound of his footsteps approaching.

She could hear his breath quicken as he surveyed her form, observing her before he placed his warm hand on her head - a delicate caress to smooth an errant strand of her wispy hair.

She felt the back of his hand gently stroke her cheek, one side and then the other. Her lips parted slightly, as if yearning for a touch from his as he moved closer. She felt something touch her lips, something softer than skin - a food of some kind. Whilst it was not unusual for them to use food as an object of seduction, it had been a while and she was greatly pleased at his thoughtfulness and attention to the finest detail.

She opened her mouth as he pushed the morsel in, and she immediately recognized the flavour that greeted her. The salty taste, combined with the creamy texture was unmistakable and she savoured it, smiling sensually as she did so.

She heard her man place a plate on the table in front of her. His hand reached around her head, stroking her ear as he did so, to the knot on the blindfold. With a deft flick her removed it, and light filled her world again. She gazed into his handsome eyes, relishing his fine form. With the flavour still on her lips, her gaze drifted to the plate on the table until.....

An involuntary gasp escaped he lips when she saw the morsels of food arrayed, and the container that was on the table. Her mind reeled suddenly, unable to reconcile what she saw before her. She turned to her man, and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

He smiled in return as his rich baritone voice said, "Yes, I know.... I can't believe it's not butter either!"