Double Saut?? Interracial Romance and Erotica

Based on a true story

Two foodies meet online. He's kinky; she's adventurous. Together, they embark on an expedition that will whet their appetites and lead them to the farthest boundaries of sex and love.

Sashimi-Inspired and Wok-hot Sex in New York - Threesome MFM and Shibari in Tokyo - Auto-erotic Asphyxiation and Mythical Tantra in Lhasa - Light BDSM

Firsthand Account of "Mirror Mirror on the Floor," Tokyo's One-of-a-Kind Kinky Nightclub

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• "Ginger or lemongrass?" he asks, when his lips finally part with hers. She licks her lips, miming an exaggerated effort to gather all the taste Johnny has left. After taking a moment to taste him again, she answers.
• He likes to tenderly hold her face with both hands while he kisses her; since she's a few inches taller than he when in heels, this "holding kiss" leaves the impression that he's drinking from her mouth.
• Under the table, unseen hands spread Sandra's legs. A warm breath caresses the insides of Sandra's thigh...
• "Big problem, Johnny," Sandra says, "I'm not allowed to wear any underwear. Seriously, there's a note that says, 'No underwear!'"
• His lips nipped her clitoris again and again, as if he was picking up a piece of salmon roe stuck in a mound of rice, determined not to break the delicate capsule.
• There is a blatant confidence in the way he looks at her, as if he never expects any rejection from a woman. A smile comes on Sandra's face. She can be seduced, often times easily. But she cannot be taken for granted.
• Whoever invented this reverse cowgirl position has certainly given it a misnomer. From Johnny's angle, he's neither looking at it from the rider's POV nor the horse's POV. Technically speaking, he's getting the POV of the horse's ass.
• Like Van Gogh's flowers, it was full of raw lines and, though not cosmetically attractive, its vibrant primary colors reflected the harmony of elements and life.
• That is a moment he could kill, bite and drink a prey's blood, a moment he surrenders to physical joy, heedless of any moral inhibition or second guessing. He closes his eyes and let his animal instinct take over, feeling the silky softness of her Anglo-Saxon hair on his fingers...