The path of seduction is laid out in the promise. It starts with a simple idea, a story that captures your attention long enough to bring color to your skin. You’re curious, you want to know what comes next. You read on and now you’re more than curious. You’re hungry. You ask for more.
Now you are truly caught, because the next moment is written just for you, catering to desires you only half-understand, desires unintentionally revealed in the few short words you shared. You are instilled with a need, now, a need not only for the words themselves, but the idea of them. You live with the knowledge that you have somehow given over some small part of yourself to this stranger, exchanging a sliver of self for the presence of his words. Need becomes its own aphrodisiac. You are fed morsels of potential. You are trapped by the proximity of ideas in truth. The act of salvation through experience. Bite-sized liquid heat that leaves you vulnerable.
You are fed, and yet, it is never quite enough.
You are always left wanting more.
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I closed the study door behind you. My fingers never left your wrist as I turned to face you. My fingers curled around your hand and I lifted your wrist to my lips. I tasted the heat from your skin. I bruised your pulse with teeth and lips.
In silence, I worked. Hands drew your shirt over your head, leaving you in jeans and bra. Then your waist. Fingers unsnapped buttons and drew jeans over hips. I knelt, lifted one leg. I felt your trembling return as I guided your feet free. Calmly, but without hesitation, I moved. I left you little time to think.
You were stripped.
My breath was warm against your stomache, a calculated reminder of your current state of undress. Fingers curled around your calves, and slowly, quietly, moved up the back of your legs. I took my time. I wanted you to feel the strong warm touch of my hands on your skin, I wanted your body to understand it, to become at ease with the way I touch you.
I found the back of your thighs and paused. My face cradled close to your skin, I looked up, met your gaze.
I wasn’t done teasing yet. Not done making you witness how far I could make you go. My fingers caught on your panties and dragged one side of your panties low.
Laughing .. of course I always want more.. especially when you do that on purpose like that!
I am never satisfied with morsels or slivers.. hints of what might be. I do want more.. I do.
Such a tease.. such a tease!