I met Bev at a dinner party and couldn't believe my luck when we started dating. She had a terrific smile and was sophisticated and witty. Her body was transformed by years of ballet training, limber but strong. When we kissed, she had this incredible quality of almost melting into submission. Our evenings together built up to a peak of passion followed by an incredible drifting dreamland of bliss that became a self feeding addiction for me.

I decided to take it to the next level.

My goal became to make her as physically and emotionally addicted to me as I was to her.

One night after a romantic dinner and a glass of wine, I asked of she would like to visit an exhibition of Georgia O'Keeffe paintings, knowing that she was a big fan.

I told her that there were two conditions - she had to describe the sensuality of the paintings to me and that I would reward her in a special way. "What do you mean by special?" she asked? I gave her a deep kiss and whispered warmly in her ear "trust me".

She shivered and said meekly, "ok". Then I told her, "We need to do some shopping first." Her eyes got wide as I explained what my plan was and then she broke into a wide grin and said slyly "That might be fun." We spent several hours researching on the Internet before finally selecting just the right product and having it shipped express delivery to my place. On exhibition day, I took the package to her place and she met me at the door, dressed in a sheer silk blouse and short black skirt that showed off her luscious legs. We kissed and she looked at the package with apprehension.

"Is it ok?" she asked. "Don't worry, you're going to love this" I said. It was a small remote controlled vibrator, designed to deliver discrete but intense pleasure.

Our plan was to stroll through the exhibit and reward each of her descriptions with a pleasure buzz. One more deep kiss and I asked, "Ready?" She nodded and I lubed the vibrator and showed it to her. I knew we were on the right track when I saw her pupils dilate just a bit. "Now help me get it in just the right position" I said.

She pulled her skirt up, took my hand, and slowly guided the vibrator into position. She was clearly already aroused. Then I kissed her deeply while reaching into my sport jacket pocket for the remote. As I pressed the button, it was clear the position was correct. The effect was immediate and wonderful.

Her passionate kiss melted into a totally yielding invitation. "Not just yet, you have a lecture to deliver" I reminded her. She had a dreamy far away look in her eyes as we drove to the exhibition. To help her focus, I asked her to give me some background on the artist and paintings. At the gallery, we began our long slow stroll.

As she described the first painting and its sensuous qualities, I nodded, smiled, and touched the remote. The effect was remarkable. She kept talking with some effort, but her voice trembled and her choice of descriptive adjectives became more sensual and erotic, but not too out of line with standard descriptions of O'Keeffe paintings. The exhibition was lightly attended and our steps echoed as we walked to the next painting.

I'd call the painting "Big Red", but Bev began describing the flower petals as representing the labia. Buzzzzzz! I gave her a long reward for that description. She looked at me and pleaded, "Can we go now?" "I'm enjoying your description" I said, adding extra emphasis to "enjoy" by pressing the remote. "Uh-oh" she gasped. Then a wicked smile crossed her face and she said "I understand." From that point on, her soft and sexy voice delivered progressively more lewd and lascivious descriptions and comparisons. That was ok with me, but other people began to notice. With every vibration, her voice projected throughout more of the exhibit. At one point an extremely attractive lady smiled and touched Bev on the arm and suggested that there might be other less sexually suggestive interpretations. Bev launched into a passionate defense of her descriptions. When I saw the effect her words were having on this other beautiful creature, I rewarded her with a long vibration. The stranger looked deeply into her eyes and murmured, "I'm sure you must be right" then fumbled with her purse and handed Bev her card. "Please, do call me sometime to discuss more of this art. Bring your man if you like.

" Then she winked at me and walked quickly away. Bev turned and looked at me, flushed to the point of distraction, "Pleeese baby".

It was time to go home and collect her reward. Luckily it was dark, because once we got to the car, she said "ok you bastard, keep it going" Then she pushed her seat back, pulled up her skirt, and began working the vibrator, moaning and shuddering. I reached over and rubbed her sensitive breasts. She did blush when I complemented her on recruiting another art critic. When we finally got into her apartment, she was possessed. We ripped our clothes off as we staggered to her bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed on my back, then straddled my waist and quickly lowered herself on my length. "Now you are going to pay" she moaned as she began to grind her hips. I grabbed her sweet soft place and we matched rhythm and her softness gripped and released my length.

We finished in a mind blowing orgasm and drifted off to dreamland. I don't know how many times she woke me up that night, each time gently teasing my length to attention and draining all my juices. I woke Bev in the morning with a kiss. "Thanks for the art lesson, now tell me if I've got this right." I touched her personal place with the vibrator and she squealed in delight, throwing her legs over my shoulders. She took my head in her hands and guided my tongue as she moaned and shuddered. Learning about art can be fun.