Lectures on fucking

"I was a desperate husband, tormented by his wife who ignored him and abandoned him for another woman. The dance lesson I'd been waiting for to develop my sensuality, which was so lacking in his eyes, wasn't exactly what I'd imagined, but it was salutary!

When I came face to face with you, I confess I was taken aback by your rather magnetic personality. I tried as little as possible to reveal to you the shameful reason why I had asked you for a dance lesson, but under your sardonic gaze and piqued by your mocking, yet equally understanding spirit, I found myself forced to confess to you, to my great shame, that it was my wife who had sent me to you so that you would develop my sensuality, so that I would be less of a boor, so that she would agree to take another look at me and so that this so humiliating situation where my role as a failing husband replaced by a woman would come to an end.

I thought you were going to ask me to change in the changing room before doing the stretching exercises. Instead, much to my surprise, you asked me to strip in front of you - and to do it sensually! I must admit I was terribly embarrassed: usually, it was my wife who did the stripteases for me... I felt so awkward taking off my jeans under your scrutinizing eyes, and your advice, however friendly, such as to go slowly, made me feel uncomfortable because it underlined how much progress I had to make and how low I was starting from.

I was even more embarrassed when you asked me to kiss your feet in an exciting way. Here again, it was your kind advice, spoken in that simple, amused but mortifying tone of voice, that revealed to me, as well as to you, my candid ineptitude: instead of placing light little kisses on your muscular feet and calves, I was to part my lips, stick out my tongue slightly and make lustful, wet little caresses with the flat of my tongue along the curve of your muscles. The advice was so obvious that I was confused that you'd give it to me...

Then, I don't know exactly what happened, I found myself lying on my back naked on the floor with my feet shackled in the air, my ass offered up despite my vigorous protests. But you had convinced me: if I really wanted my wife back, not only did I need you to teach me how to undress in such a way as to arouse her desire, to kiss her feet and legs as if I were a beautiful slut to arouse that budding desire, but above all I needed you to teach me how to make love to her. I didn't want to admit it, but thanks to you, it was obvious!

You then grabbed a huge rubber cock. You were both magnificent and terrifying to behold, you standing phallic and triumphant and I offered and vulnerable on the ground. You knelt down and... it was a masterclass in fucking, a festival of stars in the skin and flesh for an hour, my head bouncing up and down like a champagne cork from being shaken so much! The rest, I simply can't remember, it's all a blur, but all I can remember is that you were an extraordinary fucker for a whole hour, a fucker without equal!

Thank you for the lesson, Madame!"