A night at the Opera

A Sexual Fantasy

— By Fulana.de.taal

I see myself in a private box in a beautiful Opera House. An elegant man is with me. Both in elegant clothes. The music starts playing and we start too, as if we were part of the show, in the dark, following the melody. Every kiss, every caress, our sighs matches perfectly with the notes. Half naked, we're lying in the carpet floor drunk with the music and the pleasure. We don't want to stop but the final comes arrive. Covered by the sopranos dramatic voices, I moan as I never did. And with the audience's ovation we finish our show.