secrets of a Venetian courtesan

The cool breeze kissed my breast as my
companions warm breath caressed my neck, the gentle rocking motion
and the sound of the water against the side of the gondolier drowned
the noise of the street into the blur as we slowly made our way down
the Grand Canal and he made his way up my skirts. His deep brown eyes
peering through the mask, filled with a wanton desire and a
passionate lust as he pulled me closer to him, he had, had a taste
now he wanted his fill. His wife still intoxicated with the strong
wine, popped her head out from under the blankets and she peered over
his back as she gently kissed his back, taking hold of her hair he
pulled her round to kiss her not surprised by her willingness to join
in and he enjoyed the attention.