The masterpiece

Jessica led her conductor further and further along the score of happiness. She played his hot flute persistently and with passion like her clarinet in a masterpiece. She sensed that he was giving himself to her, completely lost in the frenzy of his emotions.

Meanwhile, John's mind was a maelstrom of conflicting feelings. Guilt gnawed at him, reminding him of his professional responsibilities and the moral boundaries he had transgressed. What would this illicit encounter mean for both of their professional futures? Could they get through the time afterwards unscathed? Would they continue to work together professionally? But in the heat of the moment, his desire for Jessica overpowered his reason. He had never felt so alive and desired.

The clarinettist put all the temperament and skill she could muster into the exciting performance. With every caressing kiss, with every teasing lick, she stoked the passionate fire that burned inside him. He could no longer bear the silence. The sounds of his lust wove the magical carpet of sound on which they both escaped reality.

She provided the melody and his body moved in perfect harmony with her. Every vibration was a testimony to the creative longing that bound them together. She performed the vibrato masterfully. Without interruption, her legato transitioned them from the first phrase into the finale furioso.

When her passion reached a crescendo, he reared up and sang the hymn to the heavenly skill of her tongue. Jessica, meanwhile, went into ritardando.

They sank down languidly, their hearts beating in unison in a quiet nocturne.