JamesShe gazes at me blankly, then as I reposition myself beside her yawning pussy, gapes. Tilting my glass, I trickle the fine red wine over her clit, letting it seep through her soft, wet folds........ and she shrieks....The wine is not chilled, but against her heated flesh, it probably feels very cold indeed. She howls and struggles, but of course, is going no-where. I can take my time enjoying her. Dipping my head, I tongue lightly at her clit, which tastes smoky-salty-sweet. "That gives a new meaning to coq-au-vin," comments Michael."The coq part will be delivered in due course...."… And I fasten my mouth over her sex, tonguing her out and licking up the mix of wine and juices that coats her skin while she sings and yammers her ecstatic protest.Her clit is hard and erect; hardly surprising really, and I take a few moments to continue the winding circles that Michael started, this time using my tongue, all the time enjoying her....… her what....?.... cate

MichaelJames stares at her, wide-eyed. I think I'm doing the same."We have food and drinks to keep us going." she continues, "Blankets.... there's three of us. I bet we can think of a way of keeping warm, eh?" Unbelievably, she winks at us; James and I burst into laughter.Babe, you're a gem.…But our situation, whilst not desperate, needs to be dealt with. The temperature is still falling fast and, with the engine turned off, the cab is becoming icy. Already, our condensed breath on the windows is glazing over to filigreed tentacles of frost and my fingers are turning numb. Charlotte is rubbing her hands together, blowing through her fingers."Let's get the blankets out and snuggle up together in the back," she suggests.I find the flasks of hot drinks among the provisions, leaving Charlotte to serve up in the cab, whilst James and I wrestle down the back seat, spreading out blankets to accommodate three."Most women would be scared useless. She's no shrinking viole

The CityThe night is dark and sullen, moonless, and a chill sleet glazes the streets. Freezing mist casts a halo around the streetlamps.A pale face, framed by a wash of red hair, stares out into the night, watching traffic which swooshes by, surfing through iced puddles to splash up over the kerb, while those passing step hastily back from the deluge of freezing water. A scatter of people huddled under umbrellas, laden with bags and brightly wrapped parcels, walk quickly by, on their way to home and parties, family and friends. Neon signs glare out into the dismal night and as the last of the shops close, tinny Christmas Carols rattle their last breath, to fall silent.The face looks out at the world, observing, but not a part of it. Across the street, brightly lit Christmas trees adorn apartment windows glowing with warmth and welcome. Through windows, TV screens can be seen with flickering images of Fred Astaire and Danny Kaye dressed in red and white, while others disp

JamesShe wanders into the lounge, be-gowned, sleepy-eyed and lovely."Good morning, Charlotte. You'll be pleased to know that Michael is on his way."She brightens; nods and smiles, yawning, but doesn't reply. Instead, she ambles across to me, looking over at where I am working in the kitchenette."I could have done that for you, Master.""Thank you, Charlotte, but there's no need. I enjoy cooking. I always did.... What would you like for breakfast.?"She surveys my work area. "Is that pancake batter?""It is, yes.""Pancakes sound good then.""Anything with them?""Um… syrup? Bacon?""Coming up." "Shall I make some coffee?" she asks."Good idea. I like mine strong and black." "Yes, Master. I know that."I smile and wink at her, then pointing, "Orange juice too, I think. You'll find the oranges over there."I rummage through the fridge, searching for the bacon, then notice her expression, pensive, as she tips beans into the grinder. "Something wrong,

MichaelIt's chilly up here on the roof garden, but the view is astonishing, with a full circle panorama right across the City as far as the mountains one way, and to the sea the other. Charlotte wants to watch the New Year fireworks and there's not a better viewing spot than this.She leans over the wall looking down.... way down....How high are we? Thirty stories? More?"I wish you wouldn't do that," I say. "It's an awfully long drop. You're not Rapunzel, you know. Letting down your hair isn't going to produce a handsome prince."She grins, "Just watching the world go by...." Then she hooks her arm into mine, leaning into me, her head on my shoulder. "As for princes...."There's a warm glow inside me. I wish this could last and keep lasting. But then, that gnawing ache returns....I'm going to lose you........ to him....I realise that she's not looking out or down anymore, but at me. Although she's trying to hide it, she's watching me from the corner of her eye.