a painting in grey..
As she stepped out of the car, closing the door behind the stealth was going well for her chat with mates a couple of glasses of wine, bit of space to herself as she visited the art gallery... She'd been interested in art ever since university, there was something about the creativity of an artist and how they express themselves on canvas, she enjoyed classical art the strong physical forms carved in marble...
The Romans and Greeks was so less inhibited. She'd done all the local galleries numerous times, but a friend of hers called hidden.. Had passed her a ticket to a private gallery showing she smiled to herself. Hopefully there will be free wine they usually was events like this.. He said that this would be an unusual event that would tickle the fancy.
She looked down at the ticket really an old Victorian townhouse, she looked up at the stone fascia , it spoke of wealth and privilege. She hesitated that the green large door for a moment that you wouldn't send me to a wrong address. It's not like him..
Oh well, she sighed.. And lifted the large lionn head knocker She was greeted by a pleasantly dressed young lady a white blouse, a professional black skirt good stockings and black heels. An easy-going likeable face.. Dark hair, blue eyes.. She was a little shorter than her, even in the heels.. I do hope I've come to the right place... As she presented her ticket... The Dorian Gray night . It read... Of course you have, the viewing will start soon ma'am, after drinks in the music room.
As she entered the spacious space dark wood panelling on the walls above the panels was a freeze of Roman gods and goddesses ... The black and white large marble tiles clicked with each step. She took. And a large wooden staircase extended up to the second floor... Two of the left. She could hear a group of people chatting giggling the sounds of people socialising and happy.. The young lady lead her into the room and then headed to fetch the tray of drinks passed round of the guests... The musical room was pleasant classical grand piano, a warm fire in the half big leather chairs by the fireplace really comfortable and homely..
The rest of the guests appeared to be dressed for a night out and were having fun. She could imagine hidden here socialising and gossiping.. On her quick assessment most the people in the room were attractive, no one overtly stunning, except for maybe him over there... He was tall, 6 foot two, confidently holding court too two couples.. He looked confident, she tried to place an age on him somewhere early 30s... Classical good looks... Some laughter came from the group.
The young lady returned with drink she smiled pleasantly, and offered a glass of red wine.... It was large.. Mr James has uncorked something special that night I think you'll enjoy it... She smiled pleasantly.. So Mr Gray... errr (maybe it was the books you've been reading) Mr James is our host? Yes, he that gentleman over their, she said, pointing towards the attractive man holding court... And you want me to introduce you? That would be pleasant... She said.. Weighing the glass in hand.. The first sip of the wine tasted okay, warm slightly oaky with a slight taste of cinnamon to the lips.
Excuse me a moment clear voice rang and filled the room... The host walked confidently in front of the fireplace in between the two red leather high backed chairs... Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to host this private showing my name for those of you who don't know , is Edward Lionel James... But you can call me LJ.. The history of these paintings is somewhat special and to be able to explain fully to you I will have to take around in small groups, my great-grandfather was a classic erroist from the Victorian period, he toured the from for many many years collecting the finest artworks of that period, the specialised in erotic and dark Gothic images so I hope none of you will be shocked with what you see... The pleasant smile was entrancing... Please enjoy your drinks , and I will be along to take a couple of you around at a time.. Thank for your attention. Enjoy the evening..
Wow, well presented. This should turn out to be an interesting evening... The wine was warming and sothing.. As she looked up, she could see LJ's eyes lock onto her a pleasant quizzical look his eye like he was inviting her to come play.. Hi, he said, stepping forwards... I hear our friend hidden send you a long...heck of Dirty minded man, but heck of a lot of fun.. Where do you know him from?
She blushed,
Anyhow, I need to ask you a favour, I've not done this tour for a long time and I need someone to come round with me to check that I've got my presentation right are you up for it?
The obvious answer was yes for her, he attractive, personable and this should be very interesting.....
He turned to the young lady in the white blouse, could you do me a favour and keep them entertained for a bit. I'm going to go get some practice in.. He smiled pleasantly... She nodded and went off to take care of the guests, from the little wiggle in the walk. She could tell that she quietly fancied him.. that young lady had good taste. She followed him back into the hallway.. Enjoying the view from behind ... He had strong shoulders, a trim waist, and a cute ass, those trousers. Must've been cut from specially.
As a heels Clicked across the black and white marble floor.. He turned.. Now on doubt you have noticed these classical freezes they echoed from the pantheon in Athens that classical temple to the goddess Athena, there's an interesting story about the man who destroyed the Elgin marbles is only a few of course, you do know in the British Museum. The rest of private collection the erotic ones , any how he died of syphilis, the Victorians sometimes destroyed such beautiful things..
As she look closer, she could see the figures were entwined in their revels toned male a female bodies portrayed in white marble.. Sensual gently erotic..
Not like the crude Trojan Art all giant fallacies and gross sexual images... The ancient world's version of the Dick pic. Impressive... but Surely this had to be re-creation..
This would be worth millions.. Whoever crafted this certainly had strongly captured the spirit.. His lovely soft voice broke into her viewing.. Now if you'd like to follow me upstairs. Most of the artwork is up there, including the more interesting places... At the foot of the staircase, he turned round smiled and said don't worry about the high heels this oak staircase may be old but the woods is tough as Diamond.. She could feel herself starting to melt. This man already... Where at the old rogue hidden found this gem... She made a mental note to thank him..later ... she was enjoying him too much.. He was pressing
All the right buttons... Yes, he was definitely doing it for her, at the top of the staircase, which turned left onto the balcony.. Past a oriental vase... On a dark black lacquered stand.. He stopped and turned again... Well my ancestor enjoyed oriental art as well as European in the next room. We will have a look at some of the more interesting samurai Art.... The Japanese as you know, are pretty kinky... So I hope this doesn't shock you too much. Then again, you know, hidden, don't you, so I think you'll be pretty hardened by now .. Is laughable soft.. That oak door opened onto what looked like a sitting room, once again, another fireplace, warming the space thick lush carpets. The smell of rich tobacco smoke, with pipes racked on the mantelpiece next to the clock.. It was kind of traditional to have a smoking room in this type of town house.
He said I don't myself but I am more than happy to guests to smoke in here.. Once again that nice smile.. He returned her gaze.. Do you smoke? Feel free.... Frankly, she had been dying for a cigarette for a little while, she opened a packet placed a cigarette in her mouth and was about to start tapping herself the lighter when she realised that he had already clicked open his zippo and was holding it ready for her.. Now to the kink. He winked.... He led towards a display cabinet.. Looking down, she could see a scroll a Japanese scroll... The image showed a geisha bound in quite an interesting fashion and a handsome samurai .. Semi-clad.... She wondered whether or not that was meant to be pain or pleasure on her face... She felt drawn into this image.. His warm voice again Now the amusing thing is is my ancestor actually has the ropes depicted in the scroll would you like to see them.... She nodded... He opened up a box at the side of the Cabinet, and handed her some well cared for, but truly ancient silk rope
Now my ancestor being a what I like to call completionist he's not just got the ropes. He's got the kimono....look.. He lists up the fabric from the box and she is drawn to come closer to him... As you know, oh no is actually wrapped and is not a garment until it has been placed on the person. There's a funny echo therebetween. The type of dress and the rope bondage that goes with it. He smiles... He passes the fabric for her to feel.....
Like the rope soft but this is silky and slidy and cool against the skin...
She could feel the heat of the fire from the room against her ass... And his strong presence close to her... She couldn't resist commenting, by the looks of it, she had quite a good time.. Then sipped her wine.. He smiled a twinkle in his eye...
It does actually get worse. Along this tour. I usually use this room to see how people react to what my ancestor got up to... But you seem up for it.. She nodded yes, I'm having a good time here... I'll actually has the sword to look, but be very careful on the blade. It is scarily sharp.... He hands her the sword... She draws the sword and feels very empowered she can almost feel the soul and spirit of the Samurai within like she's wearing the armor.....
wow... She muttered under her breath... This is quite something, isn't it, they say that the soul of the Samurai resides in there sword... Can I confess something he says, suddenly.. Go ahead, she says , trying to work out how to safely put the blade away... I really like the way you are making connection with the collection. It seems to resonate with you, and I think that something special. I just wanted you to know that... I think you are so going to enjoy this. I'm certain I will. Have you finished with your cigarette yet. He said patient he she had left the cigarette in the ashtray forgotten about it. It was half smoked but like most smokers once mentioned she couldn't resist finishing it.. He watched from the fireplace patiently sipping on his wine..
She fancied him.. As he guided her out of the room. She brushed against his chest for a moment.
Okay girl time to be a little more forward, she thought to herself....
So how you ever tried that bondage stuff yourself... She said aloud confidently... As she toyed with a wine glass running her finger round the rim and giving him her best comehither look.
He seemed to blush... Really, he blushed... Hidden would just snigger... Well you try all kinds of things over the years, he politely replied then broke into a boulder smile.and winked..
She couldn't resist a quick stolen glance down, she did notice she had had an affect on him, a small effect, but she'll work on it, button flys hu!! Yes All the right buttons...
Now if we can actually move on from the Japanese room. He smiled.. It's time for a little darker stuff from my ancestors collection.. As they walked to the next room. She stopped for a moment and checked out the landscape. It appeared to be of Stonehenge on solstice with the sun coming through the stones, bright colours... Is hand captured her waist,Absolutely no protests and there.... The gentle embrace of his hands felt good.... Good isn't it is actually modern and one of mine... You paint? Yes, it helps pass the time on. I do tend to get bit bored sometimes... Now Gently turning her hips and a gentle her bum.. Let's get this tour done. I've got other guests, you know..jokely.. It was her turn to wiggle a little bit as she walked... I'm going to fuck him at some point if I get the opportunity..he's hot.. Ok My ancestor had an interest in the occult, and all things magical and this room is dedicated to that.... Let's see if those keen senses of yours pick up something from this room..
In fact, her senses picked up something almost before he reached the door... The tingle of excitement or maybe fear ran down her spine and her family tightened on the inside, what was in this room, she'd always been pragmatic, but also had always known there was something else in the world.... At this interesting man got some proof that magic was real... Perhaps.. The door opened quietly on well oiled hinges... He smiled and said, well, you almost expect it to creak, don't you.... This is the library... And it certainly was hundreds upon hundreds of leather bound books. The smell of old paper and of course the signature fireplace with a portrait above it... The man who looks somewhat similar to her host... As she eyed up the portrait... She found his arms around her again been may be he's getting the message... Yes, that's one of my ancestors. He's the family cultist... He was always trying to seek out ways to control believe it or not, the succubus .. You do know what they are, don't you... She just shook her head... Not totally sure she replied... A Succubus is a demotic sexual spirit that seduces people, gives an erotic
fantasies ,fuck them and drains their life force... Scary hu.
Now they say the statues carved out one piece of ivory, he said, pointing to the figure... Her heart almost stopped on the spot... What the fuck... The statue was an elegant winged figure one hand on it crotch, the other crossing the chest, covering the nude breasts head inclined to the side.. It wasn't the statue, which to be was art Nouveau to her eyes.. It was the feeling that it was emanating... And resonating within her... She was hot gushingly hot and wanted to Fuck....To own the man beside her to rend him and ruin him... She buckled over the feeling was so intense in her stomach...That tight. I need to fuck feeling.. Are you okay her host seem to be completely unaffected... Muruff.. Was the only words from her lips... She was drawn to the statue, she had to touch it...own it then own him... woohoo there i think we need to get you some air....young lady His hand where on her to guild her......
Reaching out to was a foolish mistake... She clawed for face making contact deep and hard.. With her long red nails blood poured.... Striking home and leaving a red tear on his cheek.. A low animal ground in her throat.. Crouched again wet hungry.... He was going to be her prey.. She wanted to dominate control Fuck and feed off him... Mine... She pounced towards him....
He danced out of her way, catching first one arm and then the other pinning them behind a back... Even in her animal state. She knew that was fast so fast... Hidden could be sneaky like a ninja, but this man so quick so powerful... Almost godly... Lifting her bodily he carried out of the room.
Oh fuck a pychic... She was dimly aware of him saying under his breath..
Her next awareness was the door slamming... she being bent across the balcony rail with soaked gusset... And a pang of guilt for harming her host...He pinned her there for a moment... Arms pinned behind a back until he was sure that he was not going to be attacked again.
James, James I'm so sorry is your face okay, I don't know what came over me.. He stood there with a handkerchief gently tapping his face...
Trust me, it's nothing.. And I don't think you should go back in that room... Did say there was magic in there... Really, it's my fault.. I should have guessed from your reaction that your sensitive... She reached the handkerchief, to dab his skin for him, but there was nothing to dab... See I said there was nothing to worry about James smiled...
More to come peopel...;) |
