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Dear Everyone,
Dear Everyone,
Gabriel led her into the adjoining tiled corridor that displayed sculptures and began walking toward the end of it, far beyond earshot of the other guests. He positioned her in a dark corner between two large marble statues perched high atop plinths. She was dwarfed by the towering forms.
He grabbed her purse and tossed it aside. The sound of the leather hitting the floor echoed down the corridor.
“What were you doing with him?” Gabriel’s eyes flamed and his cheeks were slightly red, which for him was a rare occurrence.
“We were just making small talk before he—“
Gabriel pulled her into a searing embrace, one hand tangling in her hair and the other sliding down her dress to grip her backside.
The force of his kiss pushed her until she felt the cold wall of the Gallery against the naked skin of her upper back. His hard body aligned with hers forcefully.
“I don’t want to see another man’s hands on you again.”
He parted her mouth roughly, penetrating with his tongue, while his hand slid over the curve of her backside, massaging the flesh with his fingers.
Julia realized instantly that he’d been careful with her every other time he’d touched her. He wasn’t careful now. Part of her was inflamed, desperate for him. Another part of her was wondering what he would do if she said stop …
He lifted her left leg, pulling her thigh around his hip and grinding against her.
She felt him through the fabric of her dress, hearing the silk taffeta rustle like a breathless woman. The dress clearly wanted more.
“What do I have to do to make you mine?” he groaned, mouth against mouth.
“I am yours.”
“Not tonight, it seems.” He tugged her lower lip backwards into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth.
“Didn’t you understand my lecture? Every word, every painting was for you.” His hand slid up her leg, teasing the skin of her thigh until it reached the string that stretched across her hip.
She shuddered and he pulled back to see her face.
“No garters tonight?”
She shook her head.
“Then what’s this?” His fingers tugged at the very thin string.
“Panties,” she breathed.
His eyes glinted greedily.
“What kind of panties?”
“A thong.”
He smiled dangerously before pressing his lips to her ear. “Am I to assume that you wore this for me?”
“There’s never been anyone else.”
Without warning, his lips found hers again and he lifted her, pressing her against the cold wall. His lips on her neck, he pushed their hips together.
The long, thin heels of Julia’s tangerine stilettos caught the curves of Gabriel’s ass. He fixed her with wild, blue eyes.
“I want you. Right now.”
Suddenly, her panties were gone and she found herself bare.
He began to touch her and her heels shifted, digging into his ass so much that he gasped.
“Do you know how difficult it was for me to control myself during the lecture? How I longed to take you in my arms? Conducting small talk was torture when all I wanted was this.
“I wish you could see how sexy you are with your back against the wall and your legs wrapped around me. I want you like this, except I want you panting my name.”
Gabriel leaned forward to dip his tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat and Julia’s eyes closed…
Dear Everyone,
The following is a meditation on Museum Sex that was penned by Professor Gabriel O. Emerson, Associate Professor of Italian Studies, University of Toronto. It first appeared here on the Manic Readers website, at the invitation of Miss Ivy:
“I find museums enlightening, provocative … and sexy.
As a Dante specialist, I find myself invited to give lectures around the world. Over the course of my travels, I’ve had the good fortune of visiting many famous museums.
The best museums are quiet and spacious. They allow guests to appreciate the art and artifacts in silence. They’re tastefully decorated so as not to detract from the objects on display. They provide places for visitors to sit down or to stand and contemplate the exhibits.
My favourite museum, without question, is the Uffizi Gallery in Florence.
Cosimo de Medici commissioned the Uffizi in the 16th century. Giorgio Vasari, a famous painter and sculptor, designed the gallery. My favourite room in the museum is the Sandro Botticelli room, which contains several of his masterpieces.
One of my favourite paintings by Botticelli is “The Birth of Venus.”
Venus is a voluptuous but modest figure, with a serene countenance and long, flowing hair. I could gaze at her for hours. This brings me to another reason why I like museums – they are incredibly erotic.
Beauty, in particular, the beauty of the female form, has been celebrated throughout history through art. Sometimes the beauty one sees in a museum is so tantalizing, so seductive, it begs for release.
Never is this release more potent and necessary than when one is enjoying a museum with one’s lover. Art, like sex, is supposed to be a shared experience. One is supposed to stand in front of a painting and feel what the artist is trying to communicate. The presence of another, who one knows intimately, only heightens the excitement.
Which leads me to speak, quite naturally, about another favourite topic of mine, museum sex.
Imagine finding a quiet and slightly darkened corner of a gallery, pushing your lover up against a wall to steal a kiss, your bodies aligning perfectly. The low hum of the distant crowd echoes in your ears along with her whimpers and whispered pleas.
Almost breathless, you touch her, allowing your fingers to stroke the hidden nakedness of her skin. Unable to contain your ardour, you pay homage to her mouth and neck, causing her to repeat your name over and over. You push aside clothing, only to feel the blissful connection of flesh against soft, soft flesh.
Searing kisses. Speeding hearts. The rush of blood through the veins. The musky sweet scent of sweat and sex. And always there is the pleasurable excitement of the forbidden, the possibility of being caught …
In a temple that worships the gods and goddesses of beauty, why shouldn’t we indulge our carnal instincts? The sensuous coupling of two desires made one.
Yes, in the sequel to “Gabriel’s Inferno,” there is mention of museum sex. But you’ll have to read the story to see what happens ….”
And now for something completely different –
Happy Thanksgiving to those celebrating and thank you for your support.
All the best,
SR
I am honoured to have had all three of my novels appear on the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller lists. I was a Semifinalist for Best Author in the 2011 and 2012 Goodreads Choice Awards. {More About Sylvain}
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