Book One: Velvet Memories.

Chapter One: Salmacis.

Velvet sits quietly gazing out of the study window, remembering. Her pale white hand fidgets absently at her skirts, and a dreamy smile curves her luscious crimson lips upwards.
Inside her mind lay secrets, both sinful and sensuous...

Upon the bed lays Adonis, his smile feral and devious. He is naked, save for that smile, and oh how gloriously he wears that nakedness!

His hand reaches toward my own naked form, pulling me closer to the bed, his eyes telling mine of the pleasures to come. I go, willingly, slipping my body in-between his and that of Salmacis.

Mm, yes! Revel in that feeling of skin against silky skin... Of kisses sweetly exchanging between lovers, fingers stroking... hearts beating strongly... sheets trapping... claws raking as teeth sink deeply into tender flesh...

I feel my thighs being shifted apart. Salmacis moves gracefully between them, her flesh pressing warmly against mine. Thoughts become abstract, blurring from the haze of desire and fear that overtakes me...

Her tongue... seductively dragging over the sensitive flesh of my cunt, coaxing it to swell and pulse... Feeling it become a beacon to pleasure.
Again and again, Salmacis dancing her clever tongue against that tiny button that rouses my body to tremble and arch...

Soft smoky moans escape my lips, one after the other, after another as that talented naiad works me to an earth-shattering climax... Fingers delving into me, rubbing and plunging...
Tongue sliding... circling... fucking...
Adonis' hand grips me, steadying, and he too, is flung into the chaotic frenzy that is my orgasm...

My pent up desires burst free, energy flooding through and over us, and the intoxicating honey of my release adorns Salmacis' beautiful face...

With a start, Velvets' eyes fly open, and her mind drags itself back to the present. Adonis is standing, watching, his smile as feral as the one in her memory...

The Beginning: An Explanation and Greeting.

Once upon a time, there was a girl, on the cusp of being a woman.
She had been abused, battered by life and learnt a great many things from it.
She had eyes like a painting of grey clouds over a vibrant green sea, and hair like rich chocolate.
A body sculpted into the very image of an Earth Goddess, round and curved with lust and femininity.
So smooth and soft was her skin, so lush her lips, and wide her hips... So fragrant and alluring that shadowed valley between her thighs.
Her name was a name to be whispered between sheets...
A name to be savoured on the tongue, to caress the ear of the one who heard it.
Her name... was Velvet.
She grew to be an enchantress, a performer of mind tricks and sexual enrapturing.
Although she was coveted by many at this time in her life, she chose her close loves with care and great feeling, binding them to her as she was to them, by some magical and unseen force.
Velvet loved to love, to share and learn and nurture and bedazzle...
To hold and be held, to ravish and consume and be so completely devoured in return.
Her one weakness was to be alone, and all of the threads attached to that fate; rejection, favouritism, death.
For Velvet, to be alone was akin to dying... To be one small, insignificant being with no love, fading in the darkness that eats at one from the inside...
An unlikely fate for one as desirable as she; one that attracted people, much like the exquisite scent of nectar attracts bees.
Many a being has suffered a uniquely cruel fate from falling for the Enchantress, only to have their love unrequited.
This will be a tale of her adventure on the path to seeking the meaning of love, the truth of sex, and the sinfully decadent tales of those she encounters along the way.