la belle bacchante
August 23 
I enjoy so many guilty pleasures that you must think me a wanton minx,
a luxuriating sensualist who spends her days knee deep in indulgence
of one kind and another.
I would like to assure you, most assuredly, that I am.
Indeed.
And when I'm not, I'm plotting it.
Pleasure, that is...
For I am a hedonist, a sybarite, a voluptuary and a bon vivant!
And proud of it too.
In fact, I promote it at every opportunity.
Were you to pop over now, for example, perhaps to warn me of the evils of the flesh, I would make you sit down and have a glass of wine with me first,
for I am unrepentent, addicted to sensual pleasures, a Bacchanalian of the highest order.
Indeed, I am a blissful belle bacchante and loving devotee of He Who Is My Favourite God, for I live la dolce vita
and I like me a glass of wine, or two..
Why, I have just opened a bottle of 2002 Shiraz Viognier.
Bacchus would like him. He is known as Balthazar, a name I feel I would like to be called were I a man, and immediately I am entranced by the musk of his luxuriant and spicy perfume.
Just a splash of the sweet and aromatic Viognier to the lusty licorice, blackberry and cinnamon characters of the Shiraz has added an almost jaunty je ne sais quois to his darkly handsome demeanour.
"I please you, do I not?" he whispers as I lift him to my gaze.
"Indeed" I purr, his silky essence twinkling darkly liquid ruby in my glass. "I would swallow you in one mouthful, my dear, you tempt me so."
"Take me slowly, darling Minx, for I wish to dance upon your tongue in elegant embrace and fill your body with such sweet and lasting pleasure."
"I shall try to restrain myself," I promise, taking him to my lips, his fragrant berry boldness a bellissima, my mouth filled with the kiss of his carmine desire. I swirl him against my tongue, his ripe and velvety flavours deepening as he lingers softly before I swallow him, his ambrosia smouldering already against the corners of my carnal cornucopia.
"Mmmm" I murmur, my breath brushing the side of the glass as I release him from my lips."You're good."
"Oh Bella, I am the best" he smiles, his ruby twinkling, winking as I hold him close to my lips. "Let me fill you once more, my darling Minx. Allow me again to taste your mouth and envelope you in the redolent and primal pulse that is my nectar."
And he takes my mouth, his intoxication sweet, satisfying me again, oh, and again until, sated and filled, my thoughts awash with sweet desire and whirling with the delicious intoxication of lusts primeval and ancient, I whisper "No more".
And I am breathless.
Replete and consumed, our dance is done.
But oh how I taste him still, the lingering fragrance of his finish soft upon my tongue.
"Until tomorrow," I gasp, my touch tender as I place him back upon the shelf, the glisten of his aromatic lust a residual swirl against the edge of the bottle.
"I wait for you, sweet Minx," he purrs, his velvety tongue a reminder of our sweet pleasure, "For to taste your mouth is my purpose, my deepest pleasure and greatest reward.'
And I smile, for I know such pleasure, so deliciously wrought, is the very essence of la dolce vita, the sweet life.
And oh, how sweet it is as it melts mellifluous as honey against the tongue of this bon vivant and into every darkened corner of my existence.
Bacchus would be proud of his belle bacchante.
Indeed, he rejoices.
And I say "Cheers".
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Reader Comments (28)
You are making me want to BUY A PLANE TICKET to come spend a day knee deep in indulgence and a glass of that
2002 Shiraz Viognier with you....
Please G-D let me win the lottery so that I may finally revel in the company of this dear minx.
Oh, my...sigh...really, what else can one say after such a post? Except, perhaps, bring me more!
xoxoxo
Rapunzel
Goodness, and I thought you lot down under just swigged it back, belched and chundered. You must be a New Australian. Balthazar sounds like a bit of a fast mover. I like a wine that chats about the weather and flirts a bit before getting intimate.
i live in the california wine country,, and have virtually no taste for wine.. so i invite you dear minx to come and sup and drink,, as i have a surplus coming to me i am sure....
you make it sound so splendid.. but i fear the headache it will give me more than the delight on the tongue....
Cheers, indeed.
I, too, am a devotee of Bacchus. Quel suprise. How can one not adore the God of Wine and Ecstasy?! A Dionsysian feast awaits us when we finally meet, mon cher. Replete with highly inappropriate chair dancing, many bottles of the grape and generous helpings of fruit, cheese and dark chocolate.
You are such an amazing writer. Truly. Amazing.
What a writer...what a woman!
I raise my glass to my lips but not before I tip it with a wicked grin and a sly wink in your direction.
xoxo
M
Darling Meleah,
I feel an introduction between you and this charming fellow Balthazar, indeed between us three, is well overdue!!
Knee deep in indulgence would be the only fitting way to celebrate finally making your acquaintance, dearest friend.
May Bacchus influence those other Gods to send the money your way and get you on that plane!!
xox
Oh indeed Rapunzel!
More is more - and one can never get enough of it!
Peel those grapes and pour that wine!
xox
It is the Aussie beer, I fear, that has you confused, dearest Daphne...
Although it must be said that anything that can be swigged and belched has the potential for chunderous horror ..
Sipping my own delicious libations is more likely to lead to a spinning head and loss of breath.
That Balthazar is a fast mover indeed!
xox
Oh Paisley darling,
It is almost a sacrilege to live amongst such pleasure and not be able to wallow in it, knee deep!
I must join you and relieve some of the guilt!!
xox
And bottoms up, darling Whit!
xox
Dearest Margot,
What a pair of Bacchantes we are indeed!
I long for the Dionysian revelry in store when we meet at the feet of this most marvellous of Gods!!
Oh who cannot love one who inspires such merriment and inappropriate abandon!
I raise my glass, wink, in anticipation!!
Cheers, darling!
xox
OH how I love wine and to have wine with such company as the exalted Minx would be divine indeed....
Oh oh! I do hope that you've saved a glass for me!
Nothing more blasphemous or offensive than drinking a good wine and talking about life, religion, politics and sex.
Sign this bitch up.
And your company would be equally intoxicating, my dearest Magus!!
I shall raise a glass in anticipation!!
xox
Darling O,
Of course I have!!
You and Balthazar would be perfect company, I'm quite certain!!
Given our topics of conversation we would all have cause to be breathless!!
Eventually...
xox
minxy, i have the same effect on women ;)
I believe I am quite drunk on the Minx.
I have no doubt about that, darling Raffi..
You have the same effect on me, with that smooth yet spicy delivery of yours...
mmm...
xox
Ahhh, that's the way I like you, Lord Likely...
Drunk, disorderly and brandishing your manhood with the same reckless abandon with which I brandish my Balthazar!!
xox