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| Seduction |
| Your heart pounds from the first
knock on the door. You can hear your blood
rushing in your ears, and your skin burns
from anticipation. |
| When you turn the knob, and pull, it is
like opening a door into paradise. You
knew she would be beautiful. You'd seen the
pictures of her body, so clear, so perfect,
so mesmerising. Her face, until this moment,
had been a blur hinting at the promise which
now stood before you. Until this moment she
had been a fantasy. In this moment you know
she is reality. |
| Her hair is silk drenched with candlelight,
a dark exotic mane framing a classic face
and sassy, knowing, sapphire eyes. Her
lips are full. Soft. Inviting. You wish, in
that space between laboured breaths they were
pressed against. She sees the look in your
eyes and those generous lips curve into a
smile which is pure sinner. There are no saints
here tonight. |
| She knows what you want
more than you do. Knows what you want and
knows you're going to get it. Though it won't
be easy. This girl, this woman, won't go easy
on you at all. |
| As she walks into the room her lips graze
yours. The kiss is surprisingly chaste. A
tease. A taste of what is to come. You can
tell from the way her hips grind with each
step she is a woman comfortable in her skin.
In only her skin. Clothes may make the woman.
For her it is the woman who makes the clothes.
They are a sheath. A veil to be removed with
aching slowness, so the wonder beneath blossoms
in the light. |
| You watch her walk past. Her scent lingers.
The gentlest brush of her hand, or her hip,
on your groin as she floats by. Your world
is hers now. Her world is everything--from
the secret of who she is, to the hidden pleasures
she will reveal to you. She is your mystery
now. For just a little while, she'll be the
adventure you've yearned for. Nothing else
exists in this moment but the two of you,
and passion. |
| Imagine those lips against your skin, the
curve of her breast, nipple hard as a diamond
pressed against your palm. Want, for the longest
moment, the length of her legs wrapped around
you. Wonder at the touch of her lips and supple
tongue. The intimate breeze of her breath
on your face, your chest, your stomach, your...
She looks over her shoulder at you. |
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