Ricky Martin 'Sound Loaded' [2 CD] { } ~94.01.09 207

And then – as if the thought had struck us both simultaneously – she rolled over on her belly and I slid down lower in bed. Again we kissed, a rather different kiss now, but that lewdly intimate nook of her body was no less luscious than her lips – and I drifted into a transport of love, offering lingual homage to her adorable little asshole in a silent eloquence. Well, no, not quite silent. I could hear my own noises, just barely audible but exciting beyond belief, the vaguely remote whisper of flesh upon wet flesh, a coy lisp of a sound, loaded with seductive innuendo. It was steeped in hot succulence, the aphrodisiac slither of a lesbian tongue in action, a sound drenched in scent and dripping with sex. But it still had only one meaning, of course, crude but unmistakable – like the subtitles on a foreign film – one simple meaning to cover a multitude of sins: I had fallen in hue with her ass… There were more bits and pieces, but my reverie had just been cut short. I was being summoned. Dropping the feather duster, I scurried over to the massage table, almost giving in to the impulse to perform a little curtsy for the boss-lady ...»