OhCleo Advent Calendar, December 02
EXCLUSIVE OHCLEO CONTENT ANNOUNCEMENT!!! CW/TW: alcohol. This series of audios has occasional mentions of the speaker and listener sipping wine. Hey, friends…so as I was plugging away at the office today, an idea popped into my head. Are you ready? Wait for it… … An Audio Advent Calendar for the coming X-mas season! Here’s what it will consist of - each day from now through December 23, I will be releasing a short audio (roughly 2-3 minutes). These audios will tell a story of a Christmas Eve encounter between me (speaking character) and you (the listener). It will be in the context of an established relationship, and will be very cozy…very sensual. Picture a quiet Christmas Eve, fire in the fireplace, tree lights providing the only illumination, soft music playing, and a little red wine freeing of us of our inhibitions… The story will unfold over 23 days, with basic (no SFX) short audios, and on Christmas Eve, I will be releasing the story in its full form, complete with SFX. I can’t tell you how much I wish I had thought of this on November 1st. But what can I say? On the 1st, I was still recovering from Halloween, and starting to think about Thanksgiving. so, here we are…anyway, look for the first installment December 01, and subsequent installments each day through December 23, with the complete story being released on the 24th. Wish me luck 😅, and stay sexy, Friends! 😊💙😘
Transcript
Your response is a widening of your smile and a narrowing of your eyes. You set down your wine glass and stand up, taking my wrists in your hands, indicating that I should do the same. I rise off the couch and you move my hands to your waist as you look up into my eyes.
There is a heat in them now, a sparkle that seems to come from within. Your hands drape over my shoulders. Taking your cue, I pull you close and lean in to kiss you.
Our lips brush, tender and tentative at first, fluttering movements, a hint of wine on each other's breath. Somehow, it tastes better this way. Gradually, our kissing begins to build in intensity, the tentative flutter displaced by a quick flick of the tongue here, a gentle nibble of the lower lip there.
My response is immediate. I feel myself beginning to swell and come alive. I pull you closer still so that you can feel it too.
We moan softly in unison, and suddenly all pretense of subtlety is lost. Our tongues entwine and dance, no longer the delicate ballet in which they had been engaged, more like a tango, full of staccato movements and fiery passion.
-watering second of every track.