Chateau on the River –
Not sure how this works - here's a scenario Erotic Plays in French Chateau on river back and all Chateau facilities. Guests can arrive as they wish and enjoy their desires.
Elrod – Late 40’s – tall, slim
Lives in elegant French Chateau
Slight flecks of grey
Tanned – European
Successful – writer
Likes fine sensual things – the joys of the body and the mind.
Has been suffering from writers block and is hoping to create a new erotic novel.
Previously held house-parties at this time of year, masked balls and also used the location for films of a sensual – erotic kind.
Realises he needs some inspiration.
The Chateau while private has an open riverbank – small boats will moor and picnic there – and also there is a public footpath across one corner of the grounds where cyclists and walkers will occasionally pass.
It’s a hot sultry afternoon. A feeling of sensual laziness is in the air.- It’s a time for doing nothing – except that there is a lustful feeling that creates possibilities in the minds of all.
El had strolled down from his Chateau across the rolling lawns to the riverside. He carried a chilled bottle of fine sauternes and a bowl of strawberries. He was planning scenarios for his new book. He wrote erotic fiction and fantasies. The mix of shade and heat and the lazy flow of the river on a hot afternoon created the lustful indolence that brought ideas to mind. Half his own ideas and others just seemed to filter in. Settling on a soft grass bank in the relative privacy of his gardens – he sipped his wine and crushed a succulent strawberry in his mouth savouring the cool sweet juice flow down his throat.
El had settled in France 5 years ago He liked Burgundy – its mix of art and nature, of food and wine and the pleasures of the senses.
He wondered if anyone would pass this afternoon – smiled to himself at the possibilities that might create – and even if it was just a brief hello – the personality of another might trigger his imaginations. He sipped more wine, leant back luxuriating in the indolent heat- listening to insects buzz and inhaling the warm heady perfume of a summers day.
His eyes flickered and closed and he began to daydream of river banks – Of ratty and mole – of alice in wonderland, of elegant art of picnics and lovers – he visualised bodies slowly swirling in embrace – the tinkle of glass, the suggestions of giggles and the urgent whispering of couples – and even more. Maybe here – or in the Chateau – El wondered how things would shape.
Not sure how this works - here's a scenario Erotic Plays in French Chateau on river back and all Chateau facilities. Guests can arrive as they wish and enjoy their desires.
Elrod – Late 40’s – tall, slim
Lives in elegant French Chateau
Slight flecks of grey
Tanned – European
Successful – writer
Likes fine sensual things – the joys of the body and the mind.
Has been suffering from writers block and is hoping to create a new erotic novel.
Previously held house-parties at this time of year, masked balls and also used the location for films of a sensual – erotic kind.
Realises he needs some inspiration.
The Chateau while private has an open riverbank – small boats will moor and picnic there – and also there is a public footpath across one corner of the grounds where cyclists and walkers will occasionally pass.
It’s a hot sultry afternoon. A feeling of sensual laziness is in the air.- It’s a time for doing nothing – except that there is a lustful feeling that creates possibilities in the minds of all.
El had strolled down from his Chateau across the rolling lawns to the riverside. He carried a chilled bottle of fine sauternes and a bowl of strawberries. He was planning scenarios for his new book. He wrote erotic fiction and fantasies. The mix of shade and heat and the lazy flow of the river on a hot afternoon created the lustful indolence that brought ideas to mind. Half his own ideas and others just seemed to filter in. Settling on a soft grass bank in the relative privacy of his gardens – he sipped his wine and crushed a succulent strawberry in his mouth savouring the cool sweet juice flow down his throat.
El had settled in France 5 years ago He liked Burgundy – its mix of art and nature, of food and wine and the pleasures of the senses.
He wondered if anyone would pass this afternoon – smiled to himself at the possibilities that might create – and even if it was just a brief hello – the personality of another might trigger his imaginations. He sipped more wine, leant back luxuriating in the indolent heat- listening to insects buzz and inhaling the warm heady perfume of a summers day.
His eyes flickered and closed and he began to daydream of river banks – Of ratty and mole – of alice in wonderland, of elegant art of picnics and lovers – he visualised bodies slowly swirling in embrace – the tinkle of glass, the suggestions of giggles and the urgent whispering of couples – and even more. Maybe here – or in the Chateau – El wondered how things would shape.
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