Visits

I realize it’s been nearly two years since I wrote but I decided to listen finally and do another that, yes, will be longer.


A lonely man sat at the bureau that once belonged to The Marquis de Sade. He dipped his quill into his inkwell while thinking of the next part of his vulgar little story. It was something about a young virgin or another. You know, the usual. While his mind whirled away he found himself mesmerized by the motion of the dip. Reminded him of the many things he had written. He let the quill fall into the inkwell with a small clink of the glass. His mind, however, continued to work. His daze led him to an old face. Not of who you are most likely thinking but of the man he now replaced. The Marquis’s face was in his mind’s eye. He was laughing. He was laughing at him, at Coulmier.

He let a small chuckle escape his marked lips. Thinking about the Marquis was not something he did often but when he did it was pleasing. It was entertaining. He usually brought visions of new works which is why he indulged the fictional Marquis now. He was hoping for fresh meat, as it were.

The Marquis took Coulmier by the hand and stood him up from his work. He placed a light kiss on his hand, the hands that worked so hard to impress him in whatever world he may be in now that he had gone. He had always prayed that him and Madeline where watching him and laughing at his haughty writings. It’s what kept him going all these years. The little “visits” like he had now helped as well. As the Marquis lifted from his kiss, he looked Coulmier in the eyes so intensely it seemed almost real. He shook away the thought and when he looked again, he had gone. “No! No wait. I need you!”

“Do you now?” came the reply from behind. He was seated at the desk at which he looked more natural than Abbe ever could. “How very interesting. Tell me, how is this coming along. You’ve been working on this for a bit now.”

“Yes, I’ve come to a small rut it seams,” he said advancing on the Marquis. “I’ve exhausted my knowledge I supposed.” Followed by a laugh, “If that is possible with a muse like you.”

“Well, I’ll just have to teach you something new.” He said with a smirk.

He stood and brushed the back of his hand on a rather soft cheek then curled his fingers around the back of Coulmier’s neck. He pulled him forward and he complied with the kiss he knew the Marquis wanted. Lips met with a spark of want that started the fire of lust. Being the leading man, the Marquis slipped his tongue into Coulmier's mouth to taste the sweet wine that had been there only moments before. Coulmier followed and joined in the quest of mapping out the entire of each other's mouths with their tongues, again.

Coulmier, accustomed to this from previous times, brought thier bodies close together, giving a small thrust into the growing erection of his counterpart. With every stroke and slide of tongue Coulmier could feel his cock tighten with excitement. Marquis was never one to fuss about so he took charge and pushed our friend the Abbe down to the floor, landing heavily atop him. He broke the kiss upon his landing and and took the time to undo the man's loins, followed by his own. With both men showing proudly to the empty room they delved back into eachother with more forceful kisses.

The Marquis placed a firm grip on the Abbe's manhood causing a moan to escape, only to be devoired by the Marquis lavishing tongue. He stroked gently to do nothing but further his erection. Coulmier met his motion with smooth, even thrusts. The Marquis dipped his head down to give his lover a tantalizing kiss on the tip of his aching erection. He then added a good bye lick and returned his head to gaze upon the pleasured face of his old friend.

Coulmier could not let the Marquis go untouched. While his cock acjed for wanted attention his fingers oddly ached for giving attention even more. He readhed for the erection thathe knew was badly in need of the attention he wanted to give. He placed little more than his fingertips and ran them the length of his penis. He merely groaned and smiled continuing to work him. He pushed the Marquis hand away and began to work at him. He took a bit more into his mouth than the Marquis did but it was only a lubricant of hurried measure. He straddled the Marquis and slowly slid himself down upon him.

Although he had been awhile he felt comfortable instead of painfully tight. Coulmier certainly seemed to know what he was doing. Perhaps his writings had done some good, for both of them. The soft-white man began to ride him so teasingly he felt that for once he was in the madhouse for all the right reasons. It was insanely good. The warm, tight ass of a beautifully corrupt priest surrounding his member was quite mind blowing indeed. He thrust up warning him to go faster. He willing surrendered to his will and spead up vastly. The Marquis sat up to give him another wanton kiss on the lips leading down to his neck.

The two men were beautiful in the middle of all the mess that surrounded them in the asylum. The glistening, soft-skinned muscle gliding in and out of the others warm tighness, the grasp of fingers as their climax hung by a fragile thread, and the look of shear bliss as that fragile thread broke in twine. The would be stifled moans were heard throughout the corridor.

A knock on the door and an inaudible voice awoke him from his blissful dream. "New linens please." He rushed quickly to the door. "Have you finished one yet my dear?"

"Finish your rounds and return to me and I shall have you two ready and waiting for you."