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What I am about to describe, is a place where I enjoy the most unusual nights of my life. I regularly found myself in the most exclusive, high-class establishment of erotica. Well, it certainly was exclusive, but to all intents and purposes, it was otherwise known as a sex club. It was, however, a very, very different type of sex club.I was drawn there, not for the sex, but for the ambiance, the music and the pianist. The sheer eroticism of this place had gained rave reviews, not to mention its high-rise vistas overlooking old London town; not that there was much of the old town remaining anymore.This place had class. It was on the top floor of a large tower block, also known as the ‘Flame Spiral’ in the popular area of Canary Wharf; all the new buildings here had snappy names. The top floor comprised solely of glass walls. The polarised and coloured glass precluded most people from the other high rise buildings from actually looking in, and hence, inadvertently becoming peeping Tom’s. But for those perverts that lived high enough, and had telescopes, the management bid them good luck. The clients, that’s what the mid-twenties to early forty’s men and women were called, enjoyed exclusivity and basked in the knowledge that the whole place was secure and uncompromised. The staff were hand-picked, loyal and above all, moral and unbribable. In a place like this, they had to be.The room was elegant; split into six themed sections, each one of them quite large and would easily occupy a small sized hall, with dividing partitions that almost abutted a central rotating area with a stage. A walkway around the stage allowed the men and women to move freely from area to area; allowing them to watch or participate in whatever fantasy was on offer. It was laid out in the form of a clock face, every section representing ten minutes. The individual rooms opened outwards from the central area until they touched the glass walls of the tower.In the central area, on the rotating stage, was a piano and every room was fitted with the state of the art WiFi sound system.The whole place opened its doors at around eleven o’clock in the evening and festivities continued until the early hours of the morning, but at twelve, something special happened. Although people were starting to indulge in each other well before twelve o’clock; some of them were completely naked by then, pairing up and enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. Some had already disappeared into the various rooms. I stayed in the bar area. I was waiting patiently for twelve. From twelve to one, was my golden hour, and I only had five minutes to wait.The woman I had come to see, the pianist, appeared from behind the bar and made her way to the stage. She looked elegant, exotic and beautiful. My eyes darted across her body, and in an instant, I had absorbed every facet of her being. Her skin was the darkest black I had ever seen, her eyes a deep brown. She had the brightest red lips that looked like silk; I imagined it to be courtesy of Dolce ten minutes in each section, even I could work out that Maths.The pianist played beautiful music, but her words were erotically Erenköy escort charged. Her voice had a low husky tone to it. Her words, carefully chosen to precisely describe what she saw in front of her, as the stage rotated.“Welcome all you lovely people,” the pianist began, “welcome to the Golden Hour, I hope you all enjoy yourselves and that you have a sexy time here this evening.”Yes, her husky voice made the whole situation far more erotic than just watching. The BarThe Pianist then started to describe what I could actually see. “On the left of the bar I see a young couple, maybe newcomers, maybe just cautious or careful. His hands brush her hair from her face. They’re turning to look towards me now. I hope I don’t blush.”I looked over the bar and could see the couple smile at each other; just like people do at football matches when they discover they are on TV. Only their actions were being described as it seeped from the sound system into every room.“I see them look longingly at the Leather seats in the room next to them. Perhaps they are wondering whether they should steal some private time before exploring other delights. They seem happy to talk and sip their drinks for now. They look so young and there’s plenty of time for them to enjoy tonight.”I watched them as they glanced sideways at each other. Was the pianist suggesting what they should do? Or could she really read their minds.“A couple kiss while they lean on the bar. He’s looking lovingly and longingly into her eyes. Is this love?”My eyes followed her words across the bar.“In the centre of the bar area, for all you ladies with nothing better to do, is a gentleman with a well-toned body. His partner is removing his shirt to reveal a stunning six-pack, I reckon he must be a fireman in his day job. She’s a cheeky one too! Fancy bending over like that, showing me her TuTu; she does have a lovely smooth one as well! Did she kiss him there… Oh! You lucky girl.”I clocked the couple, he was not difficult to find, but she was hidden from my view. Obviously, not from the pianist’s view, though.“The barman looks cute, he doesn’t exactly look rushed off his feet, so if anyone is feeling thirsty. Now is the time to get that much-needed refreshment.” Her voice rose at the end of the sentence, I smiled at the blatant plug to try and get people to buy drinks. She continued with her commentary.“At the other end of the bar is a tall, well-groomed man. Dressed in a black dinner jacket, he sips a cool drink. He looks lonely. No-one should be lonely here tonight. He seems to be watching me.”I realised she was talking about me, and I threw a wink in her direction. If only she knew how my heart felt at that precise moment.“Now he’s flirting with me. Ladies and Gentlemen, he winked at me. Are there no loose women in this place ready to distract him. I think I shall call him 007, if you’re still on your own by the time I finish, come and say hello.”My heart leapt from my chest. I had my invite to join her at the end of her show. A tall blonde wearing a see through chemise dress walked towards me. She was practically naked içerenköy escort bayan underneath and I could see her dark aureoles shine through her dress. I even had time to notice her dark black landing strip through the fine fabric before she got too close; obviously not a natural blonde, I thought. I smiled and tilted my head as she approached me. She nodded as she walked past, her hand gently brushed against my thigh and stroked it as she continued onwards. It seemed she was not destined to be mine, not tonight, but then, I didn’t really mind. I had my lady for the night and she was in the middle of the stage. The rotating stage continued to inch around, every minute of time marking out one degree as it rotated around. The Mirrored RoomThe pianist’s voice was almost uninterrupted as the stage entered the mirrored room.“I can see a couple, no two couples, maybe four. He’s holding her by the hips and bending her over sensually at the waist, he’s actually bending all of them over. You have to bear with me here folks, this mirrored room always confuses me.”I swiveled my chair to follow her gaze to the next room. Had ten minutes been used up already? She was right, though, the mirrored room was confusing. It was a maze of angled mirrors. Beige cushions and seats were scattered in every nook and cranny; everyone and everything reflected everywhere. There were mirrors on the walls, ceilings and floor. Every angle could be seen from just about any other. No part of anyone’s anatomy was safe in this room.“I can see him stroke he waist, lovingly, although I also see his urgency, his need to penetrate her. She has such an elegant waist. His hands wander over her body, floating above her creamy white skin. She is almost albino. I have never seen skin that white before. He’s readying her for him. I watched the action and listened to her intoxicating words as she described every facet of the woman’s body and how aroused, yet gentle and unhurried the man was behaving with her.“She is ready for him, anticipating his entry. I see her breath spread out on the mirror surface that is inches from her face. What a lovely sight it is to see a fully erect cock enter such a compliant body.”I agreed. His entry was slow and deliberate, though, how long he would keep up this loving motion remained to be seen. “I definitely I heard a gasp come from her mouth. If anyone has time to spare, do pop along to the mirrored room. They look so erotic together.”I looked around the whole place to see if anyone was moving in their direction and sure enough, a few couples were migrating to the mirrored room.I smiled at my pianist. How could she play such wonderful music and describe such horny and erotic events at the same time? I took a sip of my drink. Her words made me thirsty.“I can see a man at the back of the room, his partner, flat on her back, her legs on his shoulders. I love the juxtaposition of black and white skin, it looks so erotic, I think.”I would have to agree with her. Though I wished it was my white skin in juxtaposition with the pianist’s black skin. I sighed as I wished more Escort Tuzla than anything for that eventual outcome for tonight. In reality, I knew tonight would not be like that, but maybe next week or the week after.The pianist’s description continued.“I see him enter her, effortlessly. I see his cock slide in and now out. I can only imagine what she would do with anything that came close to her open mouth right now. I know that I would love to be standing close to her at this precise moment.”She wasn’t the only one. I couldn’t see the couple myself, but she painted such an erotic picture that I would have liked to have been there, presenting my penis to her lips and then sliding it slowly into her mouth.“I can see their reflections in the mirrored roof. His firm buttocks show such potential for a good night, I’m sure she is going to enjoy this. She looks thrilled to be taken by him; it’s certainly thrilling for me to witness this. Give her one for me, honey.”The pianist smiled as she directed her last sentence towards the rear of the room.I wondered if the man she referred to was her partner or husband but I doubted it. I hoped he wasn’t. It’s funny, but in all the while I had been coming here, I never once considered that she had a partner. I guess, I just didn’t want her to have one at all.I could see that my pianist had now rotated so that she was now side on to me. I could see the stage lights glint off her shoulders and scatter onto the black and white keys. She had changed the music and was now playing some gentle Jazz. She was so talented. What was she doing in a place like this? I suddenly felt like Bogart, I was certainly dressed like him. Should I go up to her at the end of this show and give her the most famous movie line of all time? I pondered the idea as I watched her intently.I watched the curves of her body sway as her hands moved effortlessly over the keys. It was then that I had a dirty thought. I wondered what her long red-tipped fingers would look like, wrapped around my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to make the vision a reality.Her words once more broke my concentration. The Bondage Room“Ladies and Gents, you have to see this. A young, dare I say it, a nubile woman is hanging from a rope in the bondage room. The rope is tightly bound around her wrists, as she dangles from a hook in the ceiling; her toes are just touching the floor. A black silk scarf is tightly bound around her eyes; it forms a wonderful contrast to her natural red hair flowing over her magnificent, full breasts.”I pried myself away from the couple in the mirrored room. His urgency had escalated since the pianist mentioned how erotic they looked together, his pace had certainly increased. I wondered whether it was spurred on by her words. My view of the bondage room was partly obscured by one of the partitions, so I had to rely purely on her description of the events. I closed my eyes and listened to her husky voice. Her words were suggestive, sometimes obscene but they always came across as sensual. She seemed to relish in describing the hot, spicy and raunchy events happening before her.“I see a slim man caressing the redhead from behind, his hands alternating between her breasts and waist. He is relishing on taking his time with her. A dark haired woman is kneeling in front of her. Her face is so close to the redhead’s sex that I would have to say, her breath would be condensing on her, making her even wetter.

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