Together, Adam and Livia rose in her private elevator to her suite two stories above where the party itself was being held. 

     They got off, and Livia said, "Before we discuss anything, we must remove our clothing. You must make love to me."

     Adam chuckled. "Okay, but..."

     "It's not just because you're so damned attractive, darling, although I've never...there must be some sort of pheromone you exude that...anyway, in general, I don't like being dressed. Clothes confine me. More often than not, when I'm alone, by myself, which I am a good deal of the time. I am nude." As she spoke, she fumbled with the zipper on the back of her long, black gown. Darling, could you just..."

​     "Of course." 

     She wore nothing underneath. Wearing only high heels, she hung her gown in the nearest closet. She looked so thin, she reminded Adam of a skeleton wrapped in flesh. Her pale skin looked almost polished, like alabaster. Her breasts were small, boy's breasts almost. Her long, black hair fell like a smooth, flowing waterfall to her hips. Her pubis was every bit as black, so dark and thick that her pussy cleft was impossible to see. 

     She crossed over to Adam to kiss him full on the lips. "I cannot think until I've had you. My memory burns with how wonderful you were the last time we were together. Hurry, Adam. Here, I'll help you. Hurry!"

CONTINUE