We move from the bath to the bedroom; more champagne on ice and a thermos of hot water stand by the bed. We disengage long enough to uncork the bottle and splash some into glasses; I splash some selectively on you as well, with predictable and delightful result: I taste the wine on your body, and find the mix of salt and bubbles intoxicating, and even more delicious than expected. I push you down and splash you some more. You decide to splash back.

You take an ice cube in your mouth and kiss me, then move to my chest, sucking and gently biting. From somewhere you produce a blindfold and, before I realize it, my eyes are covered. I consider my options; my curiosity is aroused, of course (along with everything else) and I want to know what you have in mind.

What you have in mind is simple, straightforward, always surprising, and intensely sensual. I feel your mouth on me again, but this time instead of icy cold it is quite hot: you’ve taken a swallow from the thermos. A moment later, hot again; and then ice-cold. You continue to pleasure me this way, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, sometimes a mere 98.6. When I can bear no more, with your icy lips around me, I grab your head and force you to finish the job. With one hand I pull you up and kiss you hard; my other hand plunges into the ice bucket, then pushes its way into your warm, wet, waiting pussy. I lick my fingers, then kiss you again: our tastes mingle on my tongue.

By now I have removed my blindfold, though I am still on my back. I fill my mouth with ice and tell you to move up, your hands above your head and supporting you against the wall. I re-ice your labia, this time with my lips and tongue, before taking a sip of the hot water and returning to work. I flip you onto your back and take more ice, then hot water, until you come practically on my command.

I pour more wine for us both. We talk, laugh, kiss, and doze. When we wake, we start another game.