I can’t remember what led to the experience, but the incredible combination of strawberries, whipped cream, and Ray will never be forgotten.

He had planned the evening to include dinner out and dessert in. The champagne was chilled, the strawberries were cold and clean, the whipped cream waited by the bed in the hotel room. We sipped champagne as Ray slowly and tenderly massaged my feet and ankles, moving his hand up my legs until it rested just below the juncture with my pelvis.

I was completely relaxed, my eyes shut, and I was hot and wet. The sound of whipped cream being sprayed enticed me to imagine the feeling of it against my skin. I could smell a strawberry as Ray’s mouth brought it close to my lips. As he put it between my lips and his tongue explored mine, I savored the sweet strawberry... Read More