In The Guggenheim Museum

by Aliel Morgan

This is my version of how Bilbo and Diana Dasher (Rik Mayall and Doon Mackichan) from "The Comic Strip Presents: Sex Actually" (directed by Peter Richardson) met. This bit of dialogue prompted my story: Diana: "Why don't you tell this young couple the reason you married me?" Bilbo: "I married you because you sucked me off in the Guggenheim Museum." Diana: "And swallowed."

I was 23 and in New York for the first time. My first trip abroad without Mummy and Daddy. I decided to visit the Guggenheim museum, to see what all the fuss was about. The building looked, more than anything, like a polystyrene cup that someone had sliced into rings and then loosely stacked on top of each other. Not wanting to judge the world famous museum solely by its outward appearance, however, I went in and took the lift to the top of the spiral gallery.

After walking by rows and rows of boring impressionist- and post-impressionist- and early modern art, I suddenly came to a section of inspired artwork which took my breath away and made my blood pump faster. They were the most profound and provocative works of art I'd ever seen! And then I saw him, the artist, sitting cross legged just where the wall was curving to continue down, simply looking at me. It felt like his eyes could see into my very soul, and I could feel my knickers getting drenched.

He slowly got up and walked over to me, never looking away. When he was standing right in front of me, he leaned in and breathed: "What do you feel when you see these paintings?" in the most deep and seductive voice, right in my ear.

His voice went straight to my core and I nearly swooned; I looked at him and whispered: "Hot". I couldn't bear to go another minute without having this man, this genius.

I took his hand and led him up the spiral gallery. I'd seen an empty restoration room just off the gallery, one floor up, I pulled him in there and locked the door. Once inside we could no longer keep our hands off each other, his lips were on mine in an instant and his hand on my neck felt like fire burning into my very soul. He made the most erotic sounds with his deep, masculine voice and I knew I couldn't wait another moment to have him in my mouth.

I got on my knees and undid the flies of his light linen trousers, his gorgeous cock sprang free and I eagerly took him in my mouth. I sucked lightly on the tip, and, as I licked up the drop of pre-cum, he made the most delicious moans. I licked the underside of his cock from bottom to top and then I took him fully in my mouth. As his moans got more intense, and he gripped my hair a bit tighter, I sucked harder while bobbing up and down over his delicious organ. I felt his balls tighten and then he erupted in my mouth. I'd never been keen on the idea of swallowing, but with him I couldn't get enough; I wanted to drink down every last drop.

As he spilled the last of his seed, he collapsed on the floor, pulling me with him. He kissed me like I'd never been kissed before and, when his breath calmed down, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, in that beautiful, deep, sensuous voice: "Your turn.".