In the heart of New Orleans, where the air is thick with humidity and secrets, lives a wealthy mistress named Evangeline. Her mansion, draped in ivy and mystery, is a sanctuary for her most delicious indulgences. Today, she’s initiating her newest submissive, the eager and nervously excited Gabriel, into the taboo world of golden showers.
Evangeline is a vision in black lace; her curves encased in a gown that’s equal parts elegance and seduction. Her eyes, as dark as her dress, sparkle with a wickedness that Gabriel finds both terrifying and intoxicating. He’s naked, kneeling on the plush carpet of her boudoir, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.
“Gabriel,” she purrs, circling him like a predator, “you’ve expressed an interest in exploring the more taboo aspects of pleasure. Is that correct?”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes, Mistress.”
She smiles, a slow, sultry curve of her lips. “Good. Because today, we’re going to explore the art of golden showers. It’s a dance in taboo lust, a test of boundaries, and a symphony of the most primal desires.”
Gabriel’s eyes widen, but his cock, already half-hard from the thrill of the unknown, twitches at her words. Evangeline sees it and chuckles, a sound like distant thunder.
“Let’s begin with a little lesson in psychology,” she says, gripping his shoulder. “The allure of golden showers is not just the act but the taboo surrounding it. It’s the thrill of crossing a line, of breaking a social norm. It’s about trust, power, and intimacy.”
She walks over to a small table laden with glasses filled with amber liquid. Gabriel’s eyebrows furrow, confusion evident on his face. Evangeline laughs, a musical sound that makes his cock throb.
“It’s tea, darling,” she says, picking up a glass. “But for now, let’s pretend it’s something more… *intimate*.”
She takes a sip, her eyes never leaving his. Then, she leans down and kisses him, letting the warm liquid flow from her mouth to his. He swallows instinctively, his eyes widening at the intimacy of the act.
“That’s a start,” she whispers against his lips. “But we’ve got much further to go.”
Evangeline stands and walks to the chaise lounge by the window. She sits, her back against the armrest, and spreads her legs, her black lace panties glistening with her arousal.
“Crawl to me, Gabriel,” she commands, her voice husky with desire. He does, his cock hard and bobbing between his legs.
“Kneel between my legs,” she instructs. He obeys, his face inches from her pussy. He can smell her arousal and see the damp patch on her panties. His cock throbs, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
Evangeline reaches down, her fingers slipping into her panties and pulling them to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. Gabriel’s breath hitches, his eyes locked onto her cunt.
” “You see this, Gabriel?” she asks, her fingers spreading her pussy lips, revealing the pink flesh within. “This is where the magic happens. This is where the taboo becomes tantalizing.”
She trails a fingertip along her slit, gathering her nectar before bringing it to Gabriel’s lips. He sucks on it, his eyes fluttering closed as her taste explodes on his tongue. She smiles, her eyes gleaming with lust and approval.
“But that’s not what we’re here for, is it?” she asks, her voice a sultry purr. “We’re here to explore the darker desires, the ones that make your heart race and your cock throb.”
With that, she stands, her gown rustling as she moves. She turns, presenting her back to him, and slowly lifts her skirt, revealing her firm, rounded ass. Gabriel’s breath hitches, his cock aching with anticipation.
“You see, Gabriel,” she says, looking back at him over her shoulder, “golden showers are about more than just the act. They’re about the build-up, the anticipation, the tease.”
She bends slightly, her ass parting to reveal her tight, puckered hole. Gabriel’s cock jerks, a drop of pre-cum falling to the floor. Evangeline sees it and smiles, a wicked, knowing curve of her lips.
“They’re about pushing boundaries,” she continues, her voice a husky whisper. “About exploring the taboo, the forbidden.”
She reaches back, her fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart, giving him a better view of her most intimate place. Gabriel’s breath comes in short pants, his cock throbbing with each beat of his heart.
Evangeline stands and turns to face him, her gown falling back into place. She reaches down, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock, smearing the pre-cum along his shaft.
“And they’re about desire,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “About wanting something so badly that you can taste it.”
She steps back, her eyes never leaving his. She reaches down, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. She pulls them down slowly, her eyes locked onto him, before stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.
“Are you ready, Gabriel?” she asks, her voice a sultry purr. “Are you ready to dive into the taboo, to explore the forbidden, to taste the desire?”
Gabriel swallows hard, his cock aching with need. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with lust.
Evangeline smiles, a slow, sensual curve of her lips. She turns and walks to the chaise lounge, her hips swaying with each step. She sits, her back against the armrest, and spreads her legs, her pussy glistening with her arousal.
“Then come, Gabriel,” she says, her voice a husky command. “Come and drink from the fountain of desire.”
Gabriel crawls to her, his cock hard and bobbing between his legs. He kneels between her thighs, his face inches from her pussy. He can smell her arousal and see the dampness on her inner thighs. His cock throbs, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
Evangeline reaches down, her fingers slipping into his hair. She grips it tightly, pulling his head back so that he’s looking up at her. “Remember, Gabriel,” she says, her voice a sultry whisper, “this is about trust, power, and intimacy. It’s about pushing boundaries and exploring the taboo.”
With that, she pulls his head forward, guiding his mouth to her pussy. He licks tentatively, his tongue gathering her nectar, his senses filled with her scent, her taste. She moans, her hips lifting to meet his mouth, her fingers tightening in his hair.
“That’s it, Gabriel,” she purrs, her voice husky with desire. “Taste me, drink me, worship me.”
Gabriel’s cock throbs as he licks and sucks, his face buried in her pussy. He can feel her arousal taste her desire, and it fuels his own. He’s lost in her, lost in the taboo, lost in the forbidden dance of lust.
Evangeline moans, her body writhing under his mouth. She pulls his head back, her eyes glazed with lust. “That’s enough, my pet,” she whispers. “It’s time for the main event.”
She stands, her body trembling slightly with anticipation. Gabriel looks up at her, his face glistening with her juices, his cock hard and ready. Evangeline smiles, a wicked, lustful curve of her lips.
“Stand, Gabriel,” she commands. He does, his body trembling with nervous excitement. She reaches out, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it gently. “This is your first time, isn’t it?” she asks, her voice husky.
Gabriel nods, his breath hitching as she strokes him, his cock throbbing in her hand. “Yes, Mistress,” he manages to say, his voice hoarse with lust.
Evangeline smiles, her lips curving slowly and sensually. “Then let’s make it memorable,” she says, her voice a sultry purr.
She turns to the center of the room, her hips swaying with each step. She stands, her legs spread slightly, her body poised and ready. Gabriel watches her, his cock aching with anticipation.
“Come, Gabriel,” she says, her voice a husky command. “Come and stand before me.”
Gabriel does, his body trembling with nervous excitement. He stands before her, his cock hard and bobbing between them. Evangeline reaches out, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock, smearing the pre-cum along his shaft.
“Remember, Gabriel,” she says, her voice sultry. This is about trust, power, and intimacy. It’s about pushing boundaries and exploring the taboo.”
With that, she turns, presenting her back to him. She lifts her gown, revealing her firm, rounded ass. She looks back at him over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation.
“Are you ready, Gabriel?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. “Are you ready to dive into the taboo, to explore the forbidden, to taste the desire?”
Gabriel swallows hard, his cock throbbing with need. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with lust.
Evangeline smiles, a slow, sensual curve of her lips. She turns to face him, her eyes never leaving his. She reaches down, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it gently.
“Then let’s begin,” she says, her voice husky. She steps back, her eyes locked onto him and slowly lifts her gown, revealing her naked body beneath. Gabriel’s breath hitches, his cock throbbing at the sight of her.
Evangeline turns gracefully and bends at the waist, her hands resting on a nearby table for support. She arches her back, presenting her firm, rounded ass to him, her glistening pussy peeking out from between her thighs. Gabriel’s heart races as he sees her most intimate places, ready and waiting for him.
“Come closer, Gabriel,” she purrs, looking back at him over her shoulder. He takes a tentative step forward, his cock bobbing with each movement. He’s so close now that he can see the moisture on her pussy lips, can smell the musk of her arousal.
Evangeline reaches back, her fingers spreading her ass cheeks, revealing her tight, puckered hole. Gabriel’s breath comes in short pants, his cock aching with anticipation. He’s never seen anything so intimate, so forbidden, so utterly erotic.
“It’s alright, Gabriel,” she whispers, her voice soft and reassuring. “This is about exploration, about pushing boundaries. About trust and desire.”
She reaches down, her fingers slipping between her legs, gathering her nectar. She brings her hand back up, her fingers glistening with her juices. She goes back, her fingertips tracing the outline of his cock, smearing her arousal along his shaft.
Gabriel groans, his hips jerking at her touch. His cock throbs, aching for release. But Evangeline has other plans. She steps back, her body brushing against his, her ass pressing against his cock.
“Let it out, Gabriel.” He looks confused, and then she clarifies, “Let your arousal out; let the evidence of your desire for me flow freely.” He looks at her briefly, then understanding spreads on his face. His face reddens slightly, mixed with embarrassment and excitement, but he does as she commands. She smiles, a wicked, lustful curve of her lips. “That’s it. Let it flow; let it release your desire to me.”
The sound of his release hitting the floor fills the room, a steady, rhythmic pattern that seems to echo in the silence. Evangeline moans, her body writhing with each drop that hits the floor. She reaches back, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him as he releases.
“That’s it, Gabriel,” she purrs, her voice husky with desire. “Let it out, let it flow. Give me your desire, your lust, your taboo.”
Gabriel groans, his hips thrusting into her hand as he releases. His cock throbs, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. Evangeline smiles, her eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction.
“Good boy, Gabriel,” she whispers, her voice a sultry purr. “You’ve done so well.”
She turns to face him, her body brushing against his. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips, smearing his release onto his face. He can taste it, salty and warm, a tangible evidence of his desire.
“And now, Gabriel,” she says, her voice a husky whisper, “it’s my turn.”
She steps back, her eyes locked onto his. She reaches down, her fingers slipping between her legs, gathering her nectar. She brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them, her eyes never leaving his. Gabriel watches her, his cock throbbing at the sight of her tasting herself, her eyes glazed with lust.
Evangeline turns and walks to the chaise lounge, her hips swaying with each step. She sits, her back against the armrest, and spreads her legs, her pussy glistening with her arousal. Gabriel follows her, his cock hard and ready, his body trembling with anticipation.
“Come, Gabriel,” she purrs, her voice a husky command. “Come and kneel before me.”
He does, his face inches from her pussy. He can smell her arousal and see the dampness on her inner thighs. His cock throbs, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. Evangeline sees it and smiles, a wicked, knowing curve of her lips.
“Are you ready, Gabriel?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. “Are you ready to dive into the taboo, to explore the forbidden, to taste my desire?”
Gabriel swallows hard, his cock aching with need. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with lust.
Evangeline smiles, a slow, sensual curve of her lips. She leans back, her body poised and ready. Gabriel watches her, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
“Then let’s begin,” she says, her voice a sultry whisper. She takes a deep breath, her body tensing slightly. And then, she releases.
A stream of warm liquid flows from her, arcing through the air and landing on Gabriel’s chest. He gasps, his eyes widening at the sensation, the warmth, the intimacy of it. Evangeline moans, her body writhing as she releases, her eyes locked onto his.
“That’s it, Gabriel,” she purrs, her voice husky with desire. “Feel it, taste it, bathe in it. This is my desire, my lust, my taboo.”
Gabriel’s cock throbs as he feels her warm liquid on his skin, smell the musk of her arousal, and the ecstasy on her face. He’s lost in her, lost in the taboo, lost in the forbidden dance of lust. He reaches down, his fingers gathering her nectar, bringing it to his mouth, tasting her.
Evangeline moans, her body writhing as she watches him taste her. She reaches out, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him as she releases. Gabriel groans, his hips thrusting into her hand, his cock throbbing with need.
“That’s it, Gabriel,” she whispers, her voice a sultry purr. “Let it out, let it flow. Give me your desire, your lust, your taboo.”
Gabriel’s body tenses, his cock throbbing as he releases. His body shakes with the intensity of his release, his cock pulsing in her hand. Evangeline smiles, her eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction.
“Good boy, Gabriel,” she purrs in a whisper. “You’ve done so well. You’ve dived into the taboo, explored the forbidden, tasted and desired.”
She reaches down, her fingers gathering his release, bringing it to her mouth, tasting him. Gabriel watches her, his cock throbbing at the sight of her tasting him, her tongue flicking out to savor the essence of his surrender. A wicked smile plays on her lips as she licks her fingers clean, her gaze never leaving his.
Gabriel, still shuddering in the aftermath, lies back against the soft sheets, his body spent but his mind still drowning in the intoxication of her dominance. Evangeline straddles him, her warmth pressing against his skin, her hands trailing slow, possessive strokes down his chest.
“You see now, don’t you?” she murmurs, her breath hot against his ear. “There’s no shame in desire, no sin in indulgence. Only the truth of what we crave.”
He swallows hard, nodding, his body still trembling from the intensity of their shared moment. She presses a soft kiss to his lips, a contrast to the filth they had just indulged in, her tongue teasing against his own in a lingering taste of their combined pleasure.
Evangeline leans back, stretching like a satisfied feline, her body glowing with satisfaction. “And now, my sweet Gabriel,” she purrs, “you belong to me. Mind, body, and every wicked thought you’ve ever dared to have.”
His heart pounds, not with fear, but with submission. With devotion. With the undeniable truth that he is hers now, forever marked by the night they drowned together in the abyss of their most forbidden desires.
As the last shivers of pleasure fade into the haze of exhaustion, she curls against him, her fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest. And in the following silence, Gabriel knows—he has crossed a threshold he can never return from. And he never wants to.