Wanda loved to love in the morning and always fancied her Roqué when he was dressed in his dark suit ready for work – it was always her fantasy to make love to him dressed just like this.
Rays of morning sunlight flooded the breakfast table, glasses of freshly squeezed water melon juice brought vibrant colour to the occasion and the aroma of Columbian coffee pervaded the air. She wore only
Roqué’s white silk shirt from yesterday, her erect nipples prominent against the soft fabric, her hair was tousled and a beautiful chain of edible flowers adorned her neck. He had other ideas. He sat her at the breakfast table and firmly but gently tied a blindfold over her eyes.
He took the firm and erect spears of asparagus with tight green tips wrapped in oak smoked salmon and dipped them into the oozing yolk of a soft boiled duck egg. He made her lean forward, her mouth open to capture her breakfast prize. She sucked on the asparagus and a little of the egg yolk drizzled down her chin. Roqué licked it off, nuzzled her neck and moved down to nibble her edible necklace…