The Flagellum, she was a ripsnorter. She admired whipping days and I adored drinking absinthe.
Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
Soho - 1920s...
...A special mystique grew around her and absinthe...she, always with flagellum, and I, with absinthe, made from the herb wormwood, a pick-me-up after a rough channel crossing...
...There are not so many alive who can remember her or absinthe...
...She admired whipping days and I adored drinking absinthe... successor Pernod, a licorice-flavored spirit...
...I had a rough channel crossing, a celibate quill soldier, so I had in mind a pick-me-upper at the Domino Room at the Cafe Royal in London, so inclined to masturbate in the dark corner drinking absinthe - letting my private parts drink it in and arouse my public orgasm...
...The waitress brought me absinthe, a green liquid that intoxicated my cunt until it spoke erotic syllabary, drunk on vowels a, e, i, OOOH....YOU!...
..."Enjoy your apertif," the waitress said. She served the absinthe to me in a tall glass. Across the top was a silver filter on which was laid one lump of sugar. She poured water onto the sugar and it/I dripped slowly through onto the liquid making it cloudy. "l'beure verte."...
...The Flagellum, she was a ripsnorter. She was a frequent patron of the Domino Room. She snifted brandy from the snifter until her whip gave her direction...
...I remember that night in the Domino Room. I had spent a great deal of time in Tangier and I drank Moroccan wines while there. Like women, the cheap ones are sour and have an acid taste. I don't at all know why I was attracted to them, or why they were even on the menu. There is so little demand for anything less than palatable and few credentials in both...really, now...
...What came of The Flagellum and me, a voyeur? She strolled through the Domino Room, turning heads and raising my labia. The wine snobs turned their heads in disgust, and returned to filling their decanters...
...The Flagellum made my ass sting with excitement. Absinthe throbbed in my anus. I wanted her to ream me with the dried peel of the green oranges of the West Indian island of Curacao. My anal spirit is based in cognac, Triple sec White Curacao!...
...The whip gave her direction. I was her direction...I was feeling the effect now from 10 herbs and barks!...
..."Stand," she said, pointing at me with her whip. I did. "I want the raw product before it has been distilled. la bonne chauffe, raw cognac. Come to the barrels with me."...
...The flame under the brandy warmer lunged at my lesbian passions and I began to release my bouquet fully!...
..."Show me to your flesh. I am going to flavor you over the black oak of Gascony. This barrel dominates," The Flagellum spoke, in a whisper, barely audible, the workman in the next room was drying barley over a fire of peat....
...When you are whipped by the Flagellum, you know you have arrived at the pinnacle of sexual excellence. I write of desire in the basement of the Domino Room that night. I felt the absinthe hit the back of my throat each time the whip hit the back of my ass...stinging qualities in both, appreciated and enlivening...
...My name was not littered with gin-sodden crones and their addictions...
...rather, my name was branded onto the black oak of Gascony barrel, lesbian fire forged the butts' iron hoops that were hammered down around the staves of the butts by a squad of lesbian coopers who had come into contact with The Flagellum and circled around her, "The Sage whipped by The Flagellum and the visions of Absinthe - Soho 1920s...
...Naked, bent over the 150-gallon black oak of Gascony for the sensuous desires of The Flagellum, there was a long pause between the seriousness of playful, pre-fuck lashes. It filled a somewhat different aspect of my need. I had tried other woods, but found wanting. The basement of the Domino Room was the stimulus that a woman needed if she was to discover her sexuality in the terms of liquors and woods. It was a different time, a different place. It still lingers on my palate...and my ass...
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Erotica at its best, Sage; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Butch Howard
|That is one hyper erotic flagellum / absinthe experience, Sage. Your ability to see and convey explicit details of local color and inner sensations is positively stunning and provocative. I like the way you let us see through your eyes and hear your inner thoughts. This is really well done!
|Reviewed by Brett Moore
|Enjoyed this piece, which painted a nice setting. I especially like how you ended this story. There's much poetry in your prose.
|Reviewed by Nicky Goodman
|You on the homebrew Sage?! It's legal here, haven't checked the brands, some are weak and no psychoactive ingredients - what's the point of that? This is very naughty, and very funny - just don't go cutting off your ear - the green fairy, good inspiration for many artists - and part of a naughty and funny initiation ceremony for new teachers at a school i worked for - the real thing goes straight to the knees and aint for the weak hearted, bit like this write of yours - 'stinging qualities in both, appreciated and enlivening...' and a right laugh: like this line - 'The wine snobs turned their heads in disgust, and returned to filling their decanters...' LOL! Well done Sage-san, Nicky x|