LeFantome (Erik) waits in his lair for the appearance of his love, his Angel of the Evening the lovely, luscious and sensual Angelique. He is attired in his finery with the fire blazing and the Music of the Night playing in the background as he hums to himself what could be keeping his intended from coming from her lair to his grotto. She is his Angel, his soltice in his lonely existence in this deep dark cavern of his mind. She is his fresh air in a sea of puzzlement and confusion in a world of discontent and disillusion. Her hair radiant as the sun, her lips crimson as the blood of man and her body, oh her body is that of a godess, a godess with the curvature of the warm yet hardened sexuality of her maidenhood. Her perfume, her aroma he can still taste from the cushions he rests on. The aroma of sweet innocence lost with the spirit of womanhood and essence of spice,to see those leather boots up to her creamy white thighs; the covering of her busoms of ripe fruit and cherries, a pleasure Erik hopes to taste this eve. The rounded hips barely covered by the skirt of animal skins dyed black at the night. Blond hair flowing down her back, blowing in the wind like a spider web spinning her cuckoon. The anticipation of her arrival is immense. Chills down the spine; anticipation in all the regions of his person and his mind. It was just last fortnight that she came....came out of her lair to tease and titilate this phantom of the evening. Nevermind his features, his tortured stange features, for this beauty of the night was for that one night his Juliet, his Christine and his Lady McBeth. With the ease of a Cleopatra making love to her Marc Anthony she tortured and teased her Erik to the fullfillment of his fantasy. Her lips caresed him and her breath took him away to the galaxies. She controlled her destiny; she deflowered the serpent the red crimson of the Angel of Red Death her Erik. She melted his heart and his body with her touch and her lips. Erik's body rose and fell with the touch of her sex. But for now the anticipation was almost too much as he waited for the sound of the spash of the water as she rowed to her lover. the Angel of the Night. Angelique the individual; Angelique the heartless, Angelique the mystery, Angelique the lady behind the hopes and desires of a new and improved Erik , an Erik of all the world, a changed and self reliant Erik. With her love and patience he tranforms to a prince of love and a prince of the music of the bedroom.
Off in the distance the sounds of rushing waters and a small craft coming to the shores of the grotto under the bustling metropolis. Could it be? Could it be my Angel of the Evening, my starlet of the Night with the twinkling eyes and the radiant mouth and the scent of gardenia that surrounds her presence? Closer the small craft comes, and nearer to her Erik. The boat docks and a hooded figure dressed in crimson steps out. "I can't see your face, my beauty?", Erik exclaims! Slowly the fugure of the youthful prima donna turns around. She tosses her hair which is the color of sunshine and the hood falls to her shoulders. It is my Angel, my cat's eye in the night, my godess of the evening ; it is Angelique from across the rivers of crimson!!! "Yes, my knight, my phantom of the Opera House. I have come to you again to taste of your love and your humanity", she silkenly speaks. With a voice like an Angel and a melody of sweet music in the air he approaches her...He grasps her by the hand and leads her to his throne made of gold and of lace and red velvet. "Here you sit, my lovely and here is your palace under the world. I shall play for you and serenade you with my music."
The beautiful Angelique removes her cloak and hood and it falls in a heap on the rock floor. What appears is a transfiguration of beauty clothed only in black and lace . Floor length and sheer was the fabric outlining the wonders of her beauty with just a touch of crimson at the neck in the form of a collar with sparkles of diamond around the base to highlight her lovely face. "Play for me, Red Angel", she says! "Play and let me embrace your music of the Night!"
Erik approached her and partaked of her loveliness. Her rounded busoms like two globes with a cherry, her hips and legs soft and sensuous as her cheeks of pink. Her legs of tenderness yet firm of hard work in the factories above. Her hair of golden and flowing over the shoulders to gently touch her breasts. "A Kiss, my lovely, before I begin!, " he said. "A kiss to inspire me and chill my flesh!" He bent down to hold her, to let their lips meet and taste of her beauty and her warmth. "Oh, such magic was this such pure joy was this! My Angel has come home, home for the darkness!".
Thus it began. Their first kiss of this evening; the beginning of a night that the both will remember.....a night unlike any other....a night full of the mystery of the music and the passion of lust and love. Gently, softly, the Phantom caresses his Angelique, his Angelique. Their lips touch and gentleness of her moist and crimson were interlocked with his. The air entranced her perfume. her taste excited his every hair and flesh. Electricity shot sparks through the air. The power of love has set the music of the night free.
He grasps her, senses her and unfruls her splendor. Her gown her straps fall away and her beauty is revealed.to his eyes. "Close your eyes and Surrender to your darkest dreams," spoke Erik "Purge the thoughts of the world you knew before" Close your eyes and let your spirit start to soar" You will live, my Angelique as you never have lived before! He turns and summons the music of the night. The music begins to play and he turns back to his Angelique, her cat's eyes shining and sparkling in the moonlight. I am here for you my love. And he returns to her arms.
His cloak falls away; his garments disappear. Her gown of black and crimson and diamond melts in the moonlight and they are one. The lovely flesh is now revealed. The golden hair, the ivory flesh abounds. The mouth is perfect, the hair submine, the breasts of his lady abound with loveliness and tenderness. The crimson cherry of her nipples, taut and crimson, an artwork of beauty. Hips of loveliness and shape of a goddess. Finely combed tufts form their triangle on her bodice. Long legs of muscles curved and shaped with glamour and style. Little feet so perfectly formed she must be a princess. The hour glass shape of a goddess of Venus and Zeus. Could this be a muse? His shoulders of granite and chest of manliness approached this muse and goddess. His manhood now prominent to her eyes. His manhood now visible to her vision as it rises for the occasions of their embrace. He caressess her skin, he kneads her loveliness. He touches her womanhood and her busoms of ivory and crimson. They meet and embrace. They stroke and melt within each other. He kisses her lips, her shoulders, the fleshly part of her neck and his teeth caress her jugular vein, not to injure but to excite. Slowly his hand grasps the underside of her breasts and busoms as he lifts it up to meet his lips. His tongue circles around the aurora of it and the tips peck at the little bump that be the nipple of the suckling child. They are firm yet taut as she moans softly. First the right, then the left commands his attention all the while his member raises to the occasion. It presses her waist and touches that part of her yet a secret but not for long... Erik's hands smooth the flesh of her hips and the fleshy part of the inside of her thighs. The inside of her knee commands his touch as he caresses. Tenderness is the order of the day. Caresses under the arms; down the small of her lovely back; inside her elbow, and he runs his fingers through her hair. All the while kissing with his lips of his lovely; his Angelique has intended for this wonderful night.......while the music continued..............
The waves spashed their approval as they lapped at the shore. The wetness of her body and the moisture of his lips on her bodice came song to their love. The electricity abounded, and softly, deftly, the music surrounded them. They felt it; heard it. Such sweet intoxication. The darker side was giving in to the Music of the Night..........
You are my soul and inspiration. Your body is my temple. and my love abounds and stores its resources by your pleasures. God created woman and man was for woman. Love abounds when two hearts collide and in this case they are exploding with anticipation and joy for each other. Tonight, Tonight will be not just any night. Tonight there will be no morning sun! The bodies will meet and the love they share will be complete. For the 1st time and for the first of many LeFantome and his Angelique will experience the joys that God has given his son and daughters of the world.
Erik and Angelique are to be one. One flesh one love; one body. Eric grasps the lovely one and slithers down her loins. ever caressing the flesh and kneading his cushy folds. His tongue explores and searches. He falls to her feet with the lovely painted tips of the toes, and fiddles with the toes as he laps at the big toe in a playful fashion. Then, caresses her thighs as he moves gently upwards rubbing the inner fleshly tenderness of the knees and, the legs slowly part. Her body opens up to reveal her sex and the lips of her sex await the touch of her man. Slowly yet softly the gates of Heaven do part and the lips separate like the freshness of love. Slowly, surely , hands approach their target.....softly tenderly grasping and caressing. The wetness is a coming and love it is a blossoming and the Phantom tastes the woman whom he loves. Gliding aside the lips to caress the inner sanctum, his touch and lips release their caresses there to moans from his love. Gliding and smoothing the little taco before him, tongue and hands embrace the body near. Just teasing the lovely curley locks with their tufts of golden fleece just teasing and flicking the juices flowing. She shudders, hips rising to meet the teasing She moans with pleasure it so abounds. Erik's touch of his Angelique is like petals falling from the stems of flowers. Flicking , gently teasing. Just a tip of a finger in her honey of love. Not touching the button just yet. His tongue gently following the crease of the folds, and darting in the hollow. She urges MORE, MORE, deeper and deeper! OH YES, OH YES, I want you my love . And then more pressures will he do. A touch deeper with the forefingers and just a nibble at the little button rising.....OH YES my love she says.....His mouth presents a circle , a circle of love around its victim ! The button now waits for his suckle and his kiss. Her flesh inside quivers and falls and the pressure is so great! But not to let go ; not yet not just yet. THe sweet honey of her moistness and the love juices of her tunnel make wet and moist of the journey doth hense. Eriks lips touch her button and gently suck its juices as he pumps with two fingers in her love cavern of desire. He can feel her body shiver as the climax begins to come. It comes in waves and the musles ever tighten a grips around the body inside her. SHe is rising and falling with her hips and her sex and she loves what is happening to her mind and her spirit. She cums over again and she comes twice more and she grasps at his member to second the score.
His member ever taut and solid and thick. Her hand feels the warmth and the moistures of his jewels and the anticipation yet to come. His organ ever ruby with his head proud and true. Her hand stroking and caressing and her body feels it too! Erik shifts position and they meet at their sex and the two carress with their tongues and their hands. She teases him and touches the man that he is. Not a Hercules but a man with a soul to love and touch. With the spell of musk in the air and the scent of love on the loose they devoure each other in the most loving touch with their love knobs in their lips. Gently, softly night unfurls it senses. Slowly softly tongues and hands abound. They form a triangle of love and caring and passion and feelings abound. Not dirty nor vicious the passion begins its peak. But not yet will it end ; not yet will it end. This is only foreplay and to begins the climax the best is yet to come. Shifts again with his body above her. Her legs greet his with the parting of the ocean. His penis is now near to her love cavern of joy as he thrust towards her cave into the season of joy. He enters and so smoothly as the juices ever flow and she cries as he greets her with their love evermore.
Now it begins.....sweet intoxification....the Music of the Night........ LeFantome positions himself to cross that final frontier of his love. Le Fantome to be what it ought to be; one body with the beautiful Angelique One life.....one love.... one body!!! His organ of love now enters her body as the junction meant by God to give to Adam and Eve that tenderness of fruits that of their sexuality. The love of his life and the Eve of his dreams are now one as he thrusts in her home of love. The movements begin ever slowly as he enters her, gliding down her canal of love. She welcomes him in her canal with a moistness and a freedoom as she gentles settles on his sex and they are one. Slowly gently he begins to thrust then feeling her surround him as he bores deeper deeper into her. The ease is met with soft moans and a release of love juices from her and from his pre cum. His sex is large now taut and firm and penetrating. His girth is close to her as he fondles her wonderful breasts as he thrust in her canal. He moves as she raises and meets his thursts of love. They move together as a couple in ecstasy of a balletic opera of motion. Rising falling ever more releasing their love. Faster slower to heighten each sensation. Her body quivers as they lay next to each other. Her insides surround him and squeeze to feel him in her. The contractions begin as she presses against her Phantom and her body responds to his entrance and love. For what seems an eternity they met with him on top of his lady and she greeting his pulsing hot and throbbing member into her canal. They shift and she assume to the tip of him as she lowers toward him and his throbbing and ruby red head of his sex. Re entry to her body is soft and warm and he thrusts to greet her entry into her body. Up and down they rise, up and down. Grasping her busom and bringing up he suckles on her ruby nipples and her bountiful busoms. She reaches back to touch his jewels as they rise and fall on each other. His jewels are taut and heavy with the juices to follow ; with the gushes of sperm stored inside to give to his lady. The bodies are one again and meet and thrust, moan and squeeze the life of each other. HE pushes at the top of her canal to search the infamous G area to heighten her pleasure. She searches with her thrust to find it also to savor its sweet rewards. For 5 then 10 minutes of the clock it continues slowly faster heightening each contraction but not yet not yet the final reward for his lady..... As they move as a pair they begin to feel as a team of one spirit one body one love. He feels it is time that her pressing it acheiving the sacrifice of love. From the depths of his loins comes a rush of excitement of love. From beneath him he feels her coming as she cries out in pleasure and his loins do respond with a rush toward her pleasure. From the base of his jewel the liquid is coming up; through the tip of his sex to enter her in a gush. Not once but many times it delivers his sperm to the depth of her cervix and o'ver the wall of her canal. Hot and firey does it release it's sperm inside her. She squeals with the joy that the bonus has brought. Erik fills her with love juice and it pours from her pussy down her slit it decends to her rear and the covers.....The joy is immense and the act is not over as they thrust together to spread the joys all asunder. They roll over in a heap with his sex still within her to cuddle and to pet all the spirit that they feel within them. For what is an eternity she stays with him in her as he pulls away her hands nurse their partner. She lays her hand on the member duly spent and she lowers her lips to kiss and to fondle. He touches her pussy with his hands ever gently to caress his lover and their juices they have surrendered. Now touching her neck and her cheek of her face their gifts of love smooth the winkle from her brows. She tastes the saltiness of his member and his lips and he tastes her juice with his tongue and his lips. They will stay here together in their arms that night and will wake in the morning and cherish the night. Their lovemakeing is not through only put on hold for a rest and tomorrow AM will resume all again.......just the beginning of the rest of our lives.......my Angelique....my Angel of the Night!