Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women like to be a man's last romance. - Oscar Wilde
Satine laid back and closed her eyes as he placed a soft kiss on her neck; she didn’t close her eyes because his touch felt good, she closed them because she knew this dance all to well. Their hands would move all over her body and they would try so very hard to make her look at them the way they looked at her. Every night of her life someone tried to make her heart melt, they wanted to be more than just another customer to her. But that’s all they were. They were a customer purchasing a product for the night. One, they themselves, fell in love with.
With a soft sigh, one she managed to turn into a moan at the last moment, Satine wrapped her arms around him, fingers softly stroking his back. This one was young, the son on a nobleman who was brought here and given Satine as his birthday present, and the women who he would use to change from a man to a boy. He was sweet, shy; Satine knew once he pushed himself into her he would not last too long, the first timers never did.
Lip’s crushed against her own, lust was taking the boy now. His body was shaking with anticipation and Satine knew she would have to sooth him, calm him or he would never make the step from being a boy to being a man. She pushed him away, rolling them slowly so she was on top of him, carefully she pinned his wrists below her knee’s and smiled down at him. The smile was fake even though it told the boy, just for that night, she loved him too. It was what they wanted to see, to feel. It was what they paid for.
Reaching behind her she untied the bottom of her corset and began to loosen the strings. The look on the boys face was something she would never forget. Wide eyed wonderment, he knew what was happening. He was going to see his first naked woman, and she was a beautiful one at that. With the corset tossed to the side, Satine unpinned his hands. One she placed on her breast, guiding him as to how a woman liked to be touched, the other, that went down and between her legs.
Sometimes this was the only pleasure she got, being teacher, the boys loved to explore, to experience everything and anything they could. Some of the older men wanted nothing more then a quick fuck and to leave. She heard him moan softly below her as his fingers explored her body and she leaned down to whisper something softly into his ear.
“Think of your mother, think of your father, anything that you find boring and this pleasure will last so much longer.” The boy didn’t question her words, and he tried to think of anything but the feel of this woman sitting over him, the feel of her in his hands.
Satine began to undress him, her fingers tracing over every part of his pale body. Her lips met with his in a soft kiss and she rolled them once more, brought up her knees and guided him down and inside her. The boys moan was intoxicating, it was these times she didn’t mind what she was or what she did. Every virgin male brought to her would never forget the first time they made love, it wasn’t sex, not with Satine, their first time was never sex. She made each and every one of them believed she loved them and each and every one did love her.
Her hands went to his hips, guiding him to press his towards her and then slowly pull them back. Towards, away, towards, away, the pace slow and kind. Satine kissed him with a soft passion, arms and legs wrapping around him. Soon the pace began to build, his breath was short and Satine knew that it would soon end.
That this boy would no longer be a boy, he would be a man.
She matched his pace, hands glided over his sweat coated skin, down towards his hips once more, helping him keep his rhythm. A ghost of a gasp and his body began to quiver; Satine continued the rocking rhythm between them, and his gasp turned into a throaty moan as his entire body tightened up. At that moment Satine kissed his lips, forcing him to kiss her back, to relax into what he was feeling. The boy, now a man, moaned against her soft lips as his orgasm peaked and pleasure washed through his body.
Moments later he was laying atop of her, head buried in his neck, gasping softly, and all Satine could do was stroke his hair and place soft kisses into his temple. Yes, most men would be getting dressed and asked to leave her room now, but she always gave a little time to those who were experiencing this for the first time. It could be quite over whelming.
As he left he leaned in a kissed her once more, his fingers tangling in her deep red hair. Satine felt the difference in him now, this confidence had increased ten-fold, and if he could treat a woman they way she had shown him tonight, he may find happiness.
Hours later Satine was sat in nothing but her dressing gown, looking out of the Elephant’s window. Her head was pressed softly against the sill as she gazed out onto the streets below. In truth, if you asked her what she was looking at she would not be able to tell you what she was seeing. Satine was daydreaming. Dreaming of a life she could not have. A life where she had enough money to live on comfortably, a beautiful house, children and a husband that could love her and would want no-one else. Someone who was stricken with the beauty of her heart and soul, who loved to watch her upon the stage performing and someone she loved back completely.
Satine didn’t want one nighters, she wanted someone she could be with till the end of her day and be happy with. Fairytales do no happen to people like her, they are just the dreams that take you away from the harsh truth of your life.
With a soft sigh, one she managed to turn into a moan at the last moment, Satine wrapped her arms around him, fingers softly stroking his back. This one was young, the son on a nobleman who was brought here and given Satine as his birthday present, and the women who he would use to change from a man to a boy. He was sweet, shy; Satine knew once he pushed himself into her he would not last too long, the first timers never did.
Lip’s crushed against her own, lust was taking the boy now. His body was shaking with anticipation and Satine knew she would have to sooth him, calm him or he would never make the step from being a boy to being a man. She pushed him away, rolling them slowly so she was on top of him, carefully she pinned his wrists below her knee’s and smiled down at him. The smile was fake even though it told the boy, just for that night, she loved him too. It was what they wanted to see, to feel. It was what they paid for.
Reaching behind her she untied the bottom of her corset and began to loosen the strings. The look on the boys face was something she would never forget. Wide eyed wonderment, he knew what was happening. He was going to see his first naked woman, and she was a beautiful one at that. With the corset tossed to the side, Satine unpinned his hands. One she placed on her breast, guiding him as to how a woman liked to be touched, the other, that went down and between her legs.
Sometimes this was the only pleasure she got, being teacher, the boys loved to explore, to experience everything and anything they could. Some of the older men wanted nothing more then a quick fuck and to leave. She heard him moan softly below her as his fingers explored her body and she leaned down to whisper something softly into his ear.
“Think of your mother, think of your father, anything that you find boring and this pleasure will last so much longer.” The boy didn’t question her words, and he tried to think of anything but the feel of this woman sitting over him, the feel of her in his hands.
Satine began to undress him, her fingers tracing over every part of his pale body. Her lips met with his in a soft kiss and she rolled them once more, brought up her knees and guided him down and inside her. The boys moan was intoxicating, it was these times she didn’t mind what she was or what she did. Every virgin male brought to her would never forget the first time they made love, it wasn’t sex, not with Satine, their first time was never sex. She made each and every one of them believed she loved them and each and every one did love her.
Her hands went to his hips, guiding him to press his towards her and then slowly pull them back. Towards, away, towards, away, the pace slow and kind. Satine kissed him with a soft passion, arms and legs wrapping around him. Soon the pace began to build, his breath was short and Satine knew that it would soon end.
That this boy would no longer be a boy, he would be a man.
She matched his pace, hands glided over his sweat coated skin, down towards his hips once more, helping him keep his rhythm. A ghost of a gasp and his body began to quiver; Satine continued the rocking rhythm between them, and his gasp turned into a throaty moan as his entire body tightened up. At that moment Satine kissed his lips, forcing him to kiss her back, to relax into what he was feeling. The boy, now a man, moaned against her soft lips as his orgasm peaked and pleasure washed through his body.
Moments later he was laying atop of her, head buried in his neck, gasping softly, and all Satine could do was stroke his hair and place soft kisses into his temple. Yes, most men would be getting dressed and asked to leave her room now, but she always gave a little time to those who were experiencing this for the first time. It could be quite over whelming.
As he left he leaned in a kissed her once more, his fingers tangling in her deep red hair. Satine felt the difference in him now, this confidence had increased ten-fold, and if he could treat a woman they way she had shown him tonight, he may find happiness.
Hours later Satine was sat in nothing but her dressing gown, looking out of the Elephant’s window. Her head was pressed softly against the sill as she gazed out onto the streets below. In truth, if you asked her what she was looking at she would not be able to tell you what she was seeing. Satine was daydreaming. Dreaming of a life she could not have. A life where she had enough money to live on comfortably, a beautiful house, children and a husband that could love her and would want no-one else. Someone who was stricken with the beauty of her heart and soul, who loved to watch her upon the stage performing and someone she loved back completely.
Satine didn’t want one nighters, she wanted someone she could be with till the end of her day and be happy with. Fairytales do no happen to people like her, they are just the dreams that take you away from the harsh truth of your life.