If It Feels Good

Using the Five Senses to Enhance your Lovemaking

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From the back cover:

Joan Elizabeth Lloyd has been teaching lovers to share and revel in their sexual creativity for more than a dozen years. In IF IT FEELS GOOD, she reveals the exciting role each of the five senses plays in uninhibited, imaginative lovemaking. Through a combination of scintillatingly erotic stories and experience-tested advice, you'll learn to sexually recharge a relationship that could use a spark, or make an already satisrying relationship even hotter. If it looks good... if it sounds good... if it tastes good... you'll want to do it... more playfully, more passionately, every time.

From If It Feels Good

Linda and Henry's Story

Linda and Henry had spent a lot of their three- year marriage in the bedroom. From the outset of their relationship, they were kindred spirits, enjoying love-making at all hours of the day and night. One night Linda told Henry about a fantasy that she had had since childhood. She said that it took place a thousand years ago. She was a paid dancing girl and whore who educated a prince about the joys of sex. As she talked about it, Linda became so excited that she almost tore Henry's clothes off. Their lovemaking that night had never been better. While she still didn't want to risk coming right out and saying so, Henry got the message that she would enjoy playing it out with him.

About a week later, Henry arrived home from work with a large box in his arm. Although Linda pestered him, he wouldn't even discuss the contents until after dinner.

When the meal was finally over, they put the dishes in the dishwasher, refilled their wine glasses and went into the bed room. Henry handed the box to Linda and watched her face as she opened it.

Inside was a costume Henry had rented. There was a red peasant blouse and a full, multi-colored skirt. In a separate package was a large, gaudy necklace and a pair of earrings that were actually tiny bells.

"I want you to put those on," Henry said. "Then we'll play."

Linda was too shocked to speak. Embarrassed but excited, Linda took the packages into the bathroom to change.

Five minutes later Linda came back into the bedroom. She was dressed as a dancing girl, her breasts almost spilling out of the neckline of the low-cut blouse. The necklace hung heavily between her breasts and the earrings jingled as she moved. She had added an old bracelet on one bare ankle and she had adjusted her makeup to match the mood she was creating. She had even put a quick coat of bright red nail polish on her nails.

Henry spent a full minute letting his eyes roam over his wife's exotic body. "You look terrific," he said and he patted the bed next to him. "Now sit here by me and I'll tell you a story."

Linda sat down on the bed next to her husband and curled her bare feet under her.

"Once upon a time in a faraway land," Henry began, his voice low and seductive, "there lived a prince named Henry who wanted above all to learn to be a good king. He spent a considerable amount of time wandering through his kingdom in disguise, getting to know his subjects. He wanted to understand what they wanted and needed from their king."

Henry had rehearsed the whole plot for days and, from Linda's rapt attention and heavy breathing, he knew his story was right on target. He sipped his wine, then continued.

"One evening Prince Henry arrived at an inn on the outskirts of a small city. It had been a long trip and he was tired and hungry, so he decided to have dinner and stay at the inn for the night. As he looked around at the inn's common room, he appreciated that, like most of the public houses in the kingdom, it was clean and well kept.

"He found the innkeeper, a short, bald man with a huge belly, and told him to pour him a drink and bring him a portion of whatever meat he had available. Then Prince Henry sat at a little table in the corner of the room and drank the tankard of ale the inn keeper had poured for him. It was not unusual that no one recognized him, dressed as he was in the clothes of a wandering laborer."

Henry paused.

"Don't stop now," Linda said.

"I have no intention of stopping." Henry said. He took another sip of his wine.

"A good meal and a good night's sleep are just what I need, Prince Henry thought. When the innkeeper's daughter appeared, however, Henry started to think about more than just a meal and sleep. The girl was startlingly beautiful. Her long black hair fell over one shoulder and curled around the bottom of her full breast. Her tawny skin was clearly visible above the low neckline of her bright red peasant blouse and her hips made her many-colored skirt sway from side to side. Her soft blue eyes sparkled when she looked at him."

Henry paused in his story telling and looked at Linda. "She looked just like you do now." He kissed her on her full lips, then sat back and resumed his story.

"The girl crossed the room and placed a plate of venison stew in front of Prince Henry. As she did so she bent over deeply and allowed him a good view of the tops of her large breasts."

Henry looked at his wife on the bed next to him. "What do you think she said then?"

Linda smiled and hesitated only a moment. "I'm glad to be of service," she said, playing the part of the girl.

"And what is your name?" Henry said, lowering the pitch of his voice to play the part of the prince.

"My name is Linda," she said in a deep, throaty voice. "What's yours?"

"Henry," he said. "What do you do here all evening?"

"I serve my father's stew and sometimes, though not tonight, I dance for the customers." Linda licked her lips and gazed into her husband's eyes. "Sometimes I also provide other forms of entertainment." She winked at him.

With his arm around his wife's shoulder and his mouth close to her ear, Henry picked up the story.

"Prince Henry felt his penis begin to swell under his breeches but he suppressed the urge to throw the beautiful girl on the floor and fuck her right then and there. He had tumbled his share of wenches but those experiences had always been quick fucks with sweet young palace maids. Linda looked like she would certainly be able to provide interesting entertainment. 'You're a pretty little thing,' he said, pinching her bottom."

As Henry continued the tale, his wife sat up a bit straighter and arched her back. There was now a saucy tilt to her head and a gleam in her eyes. Henry slid his hand under his wife's bottom and squeezed one cheek.

Henry slipped back into Prince Henry's voice. "What kind of entertainment can you provide, pretty Linda?"

Linda picked up the story. "If you've a few copper coins, we could do whatever you want."

Her husband took his cue. "Prince Henry hesitated only an instant. He pulled a handful of coins from his pocket and counted a few into her hand. 'These are for the meal,' he said. Then he poured the rest into her other hand. 'And these are for you.'"

Linda turned and, in her dancing girl voice whispered into her husband's ear. "Finish your dinner and I'll finish up my duties down here. I'll meet you in your room in about an hour."

The storytelling continued. "To kill time, Prince Henry ate his stew, although he had little appetite for it. While Henry ate he watched Linda serve the few customers. He watched the impudent swish of her skirts and her bare ankles. He watched her breasts bounce under her blouse. A few times she looked back at him and thrust her chest forward so he could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric."

Linda thrust her chest forward. Henry tweaked his wife's nipples so they stood out under the sheer material of her blouse.

"Prince Henry wanted to see Linda dance, but he was glad that she wasn't dancing this evening. Dancing would take a long time and he didn't want to wait for her. He finished his stew and half a loaf of bread, washed them down with the rest of his ale and made his way up to his room."

Henry paused and looked at his wife. He knew she wasn't ready for overt actions yet. "Would you dance for me some evening?"

As Linda nodded, Henry smiled and resumed the story. "Prince Henry's room was a simple one: a large bed with a soft mattress, a trunk for his clothes and a table on which stood a small lamp, a water pitcher and bowl. Henry lit the lamp and turned it low. Then he pulled off his boots and settled on the bed to wait."

Henry rose from the bed and crossed to the dresser. He lit a small candle and extinguished all the lights in the room. He continued, "Only a few minutes later the door opened and Linda walked in. She crossed the room and sat down on the bed."

At this point Henry and his wife began to act out the scene. Henry reached up and slid his hand around to the back of Linda's neck. Then he pulled her face down and pressed his lips against hers. She was soft and warm and gave promise of delights to come.

She parted her lips and teased the tip of Henry's tongue with her own. She sucked gently, pulling his tongue inside the warmth of her mouth.

Henry was surprised. She felt like a different person. It was almost like making love to a whore, but the woman was his wife.

As they kissed, Linda stroked Henry's chest through his shirt. She felt the firm muscles of his shoulders and upper arms. While her hands touched him, Henry kneaded Linda's back and moved his hands sensuously up and down her neck and spine. He pressed the small of her back and felt her pliant body against the length of him.

Minutes later, Henry wound his hand in Linda's hair and pulled her face away. With his other hand he reached down the top of her low cut blouse and pulled one breast free. He gazed at the large globe in his hand, tipped by her dark brown nipple, already swollen and reaching for his mouth.

The married couple in their bedroom in suburbia had become the Prince and the whore, somewhere in an ancient inn.

Henry could not resist the temptation of his wife's breast. He took it in his mouth and flicked his tongue over the swollen tip. He felt it grow even harder as he swirled his tongue over her dark flesh. He drew her breast into his mouth and stroked it with the palm of his hand. He massaged her upper back which pushed her breast more firmly into his mouth.

He sucked, drawing her nipple deep into his mouth, then releasing the pressure. Over and over he sucked and released as he felt her body throb against his. He felt her tremble as she reached for the back of his head, holding him tighter against her chest. He released one breast, only to repeat his sucking on the other. He felt her hips begin to move rhythmically.

Slowly, he drew away. He sat up and gently pulled Linda's blouse up over her head, leaving the necklace to hang heavily between her breasts. Her flesh almost glowed as he caressed her with his eyes.

"You have a magnificent body, Linda," Henry murmured, in character as the prince. "Let me see all of you."

"Certainly, sir." She stood up and pulled off her skirt and he saw that she was wearing nothing underneath. She stood next to the bed, naked except for her necklace and earrings and the bracelet around her ankle.

His eyes roamed her voluptuous body. Her breasts were full, her nipples erect. Her ribs were narrow and hips slender. Her long and shapely legs were topped by a vee of dark curly hair.

She slid her hands over her body and under her breasts, offering them to him.

"Oh yes," Henry said as he stood up. "I want what you're offering. I want you very much." He quickly removed his clothes, laid back down and pulled Linda down beside him. His eyes and hands traveled over her body freely. Then his lips followed his hands. He tasted her skin. He licked and kissed and nipped at her chest and belly, her arms and her ribs.

He brushed his fingertips lightly across the top of her pubic bush and watched her skin react to his touch. Her back arched and stretched, inviting his touch on her vagina. His mouth and fingers were almost everywhere, but he was in no hurry to touch her between her legs.

He turned her over and kissed her spine. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive spot in the small of her back and over the mounds of her ass. He blew on the wet flesh. Tiny cries escaped her mouth.

His mouth travelled down the backs of her thighs to the backs of her knees where he placed tiny bites. Her body was going crazy. She thrashed so much that he had to hold her ankles to allow him to continue his exploration.

He turned her over on her back.

He felt the heat radiating from her and slid his hand from her belly to the soaked folds between her legs. Her body was wide open for him, drawing him nearer. She raised her knees and opened her thighs wide.

He stroked her with his hand and as his mouth devoured hers. He swirled his tongue in her mouth in the same rhythm as his fingers moved in the cleft between her legs.

Suddenly Linda was no longer satisfied with her passive posture. In the fantasy she was a whore, knowledgeable and creative. She wanted to show her 'prince' the joys of love. She looked down and saw her long fingers with their bright red polish. These were the hands of the whore in the story, not the housewife. She reached her hand down between their bodies and grasped his erect penis with her long fingers. He gasped at the heat that her hand caused. Passion flowed through his body, adding his heat to hers.

Henry was surprised and pleased at his wife's aggression. She had, in the past, usually been the passive partner, willing to do whatever they enjoyed but never the initiator. Now she was the active one.

At first, she just held his erection and squeezed slightly. Then she pulled, putting some tension in her grasp. Her squeezing and pulling took on the rhythm of his stroking until his hunger was as great as hers. She pulled away until his hand slipped from her body while her hand continued to draw on his cock. Her body began to move against him with the rhythm of her hand on his cock trapped between them.

She knew he was about to come when she felt him try to roll on top of her. She pressed him down on the bed. "No," she said hoarsely, "Linda, the whore, wants to pleasure you her way."

Henry revelled in his wife's new role. He soon lost control of his body and his mind. Her hand was all that he could think about.

She continued to fuck him with her hand. She rubbed and squeezed his cock while she reached for his testicles with her other hand. She ran the tips of her fingers over his balls and across the heated skin at the base of his cock.

"Yes," she said as she felt the contractions in his balls, "come for me. Let Linda watch you."

He looked up and saw that her face was consumed with passion. As she swayed in rhythm with her hand her necklace caught the light and the bells on her earrings tinkled.

When she slid her finger back and touched his puckered rear hole he could wait no more. All thoughts faded and he felt his semen press upward. Totally out of control, he spewed his juices across her hands and his belly.

"You're a witch," he said, breathless. A moment later, he continued, "But I'm not done with Linda yet."

If she would do that to him, he would return the favor. He pressed her onto her back on the bed and plunged two fingers inside of her vagina, fucking her with his hand. He pulled out and plunged deeply again. She responded swiftly and her hips fucked his hand. He reached down with his other hand and touched the center of her hunger. He had seldom seen her so hot.

"More," she screamed, "I want more inside of me."

Henry added a third finger to the two already thrusting in and our of her hot cunt.

"Yes. Now," she yelled. "Do it now."

As she had, he touched her rear hole. She came as he massaged her ass and her cunt. Her muscles squeezed the fingers inside of her. Her hips bucked and her thighs held his hands against her fevered flesh. Over and over she thrust her hips up against his hands.

They held each other until their bodies were calm. Linda sighed. Somehow she wanted to complete the fantasy. She looked up at Henry through lowered lashes and smiled. "I have to go now, or my father will begin to wonder where I am." Her rich, throaty laugh filled the room. "He doesn't mind what I do with the customers as long as I finish my work in the kitchen."

Henry reached over and pulled his wallet from his bedside table. He withdrew some bills. "Here, wench," he laughed. "Give these to your father. And thank him for your services."

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