- And you'll see that I'm worse.
It was even more extraordinary than the first one, because this time Zeujor let himself be freely unleashed, taking and giving everything he could.
And it was in an indescribable state of pleasure, pain and misunderstanding that Ariadne attained jouissance.
It was an ephemeral moment, but one that would never fade from memory.
Later, when they had a snack, a delicious petit-four, tea, juicy fruit, soft cake, everything was there. An assortment of various snacks, all more delicate and luxurious. With joy, Ariadne tasted caviar and filled her stomach with it.
Then resting for a moment while drinking a cup of tea, well seated in a cozy armchair, Ariadne contemplated her precious lover.
- Zeujor?
- Yes?
He was buttering a cracker.
- Are you doing something?
- Yes. He replied mockingly.