Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 11:27:10 -0600
From: Tammy Jones <tammyjones@lovergirl.com>
Subject: Seduction

				 SEDUCTION

				    By

				Tammy Jones

      This is a work of erotic fiction.It contains graphic sex.If this
offends you, don't read it! If you're under 18, get lost.None of these
people are real, just little corners of my mind that I sometimes let out to
play.....


				 FOR LORI

                 I see you immediately across the dark, smokey room as I
make my way onto the stage, the only female in a crowded room of men. Our
eyes meet, shooting daggers at each other, locked together in a passionate
stare. Your face flushes, your breathing quickens, I smile. Though I am not
the only dancer on the stage, your eyes remain glued on me. I know what
you're here for. My smile broadens and I begin my SEDUCTION.

                The music blares out in the background but I ignore it,
moving to the music in your eyes. I slowly strip off my clothes, baring
myself to you, body and soul. Your eyes drink deeply of me, your desire
plainly visible in them as I dance my way across the stage to you. I sway
seductively back and forth in front of you, teasing you, tantalizing
you. My hips churn, my nipples burn, my passion a mirror of your own. Our
eyes remain locked as I descend from the stage to dance at your table, my
dance only for you, ignoring the whistles and laughter from around me, they
mean nothing. I notice the wedding ring on your finger, but I dismiss
it. Again, I know why you are here, in this place, a place with room only
for two.

                I lean forward, whispering in your ear, offering a
lap-dance. You stare deeply into my eyes and nod, unable to speak. I
straddle you, my arms going around your neck as my weight descends upon
you, pulling your head forward to rest in the valley between my breasts. I
feel your body trembling as I slowly begin to grind myself against
you. Your tongue darts out to taste me as I move faster and faster, my
passion burning ever higher. I feel your body tense and relax as your
climax comes upon you, and I realize just how hot you are, cumming just
from the feel of my naked flesh rubbing against you. I kiss you deeply,
whispering for you to wait for me after the show. Your eyes agree, burning
me with your desire, and I walk back to the stage to finish my work.

                I see you standing in the storm as I exit the building, the
rain unable to quench the fire raging inside you. You seem unable to move,
to go or stay. I remove the decision from you,taking your hand and leading
you away from that place, taking you to a place where your fires can at
last be put out. We enter the hotel room hand in hand, having never said a
word on the trip here, our eyes saying all that needs to be said.Our lips
join together in a fiery kiss as soon as the door closes behind us, melting
into one, our passion finally allowed to be free as we begin our mutual
seduction.

                I break our kiss, standing back slightly, as I begin to
uncover your body, slowly peeling your wet clothes off, touching you,
carressing you, building your excitement to a fever. Finally you are naked,
your body free of it's confinements, open to me. I sit you on the bed and
begin another dance, slowly removing my clothes, stoking your fires with my
sensuous movements, till I am naked once again for you. You cannot resist
yourself any longer as I sit on the bed with you, and your hands begin to
move of their own accord,carressing me. The buds of my nipples become
pebbles under your fingers, the flower of my womanhood opening for you, the
wetness of my desire coating your fingers as you kiss me, moving slowly, oh
so slowly down my body. Your lips sear my skin as you cover my nipples with
them, teasing them with your tongue, tasting me. My moans fill the air as
you gently kiss your way down my taut belly, lingering for a moment at my
navel, making me squirm. You look up at me and my eyes beg you to continue,
my body now putty in your hands, my passion soaring. Slowly, tentatively,
you open my flower with your tongue, licking the swollen lips, tasting of
my wetness. Your hands continue to carress me as your sweet lips kiss the
center of my sensations, your tongue probing to the very core of my
being. I feel myself approaching the mountaintop and somehow make you stop,
wanting this feeling to last just a little longer, and I push you away.

                 I lay you back on the bed and cover your lips with hot
little kisses, my tongue tasting you. I kiss you all over, your face, your
eyes, your neck, your throat, and on down as I continue to tease you with
my tongue. Your back arches as my mouth closes on your sweet nipples, my
teeth gently biting, sending you off in a whirlwind of sensation. I suckle
at your breasts for as long as you will permit me, your moans growing
louder as your temperature rises, till your hands push me down farther,
forcing me to the center of your desire. I nestle between your legs, gazing
at the sweet wonder that is your sex. I part the petals of your flower with
my fingers, finding the rosebud inside them. I linger for a moment, teasing
you. Your body trembles as my hot breath blows on you, your arrousal very
evident by your wetness. I breathe you in for a moment, exulting in your
scent, then bring my tongue to bear on your rosebud, my lips kissing yours,
drinking of your cup. Moaning, your body writhes under my kisses, your hips
lifting to meet me, you are so very hot! I try to pull away, wanting to
tease you, to prolong your ecstacy, but you will have none of it, clamping
my head in the vice of your legs and holding me there, forcing me to
continue ravishing your sex. Your ardor swells, your passion climbs,
suddenly your dam breaks and your river overflows it's banks. I drink of
you, your taste is heaven, like water to one dieing in the desert. I cannot
stop, cannot be sated, your honey sweet as wine to my thirsty lips. Finally
your river runs dry for the moment and, after a few more kisses, I crawl
upward to find your other lips, sharing your taste with you.

                Slowly we kiss, gently at first, then more passionately as
the wind of your taste blows across the embers of our desire, fanning them
rapidly to open flame. Instinctively our legs scissor, bringing our sexes
together in a kiss of their own. Lips to lips they merge, becoming one, as
two flowers sprouting from the same stem. Gently I begin to rub against
you, slowly. You push against me harder, grinding against me, the heat from
your sex almost more than I can bear. Passion breaks our kiss as we lean
back, lifting our hips from the bed to further our efforts. Our movements
become feverish now, rubbing, humping, grinding, as together we climb the
mountain of passion. Our moans fill the air, interrupting the silence,
proclaiming our ecstacy for any who would hear. All too soon we crest the
pinnacle of our desire, crying out our pleasure as we plunge into the abyss
of orgasm, our nectar spewing forth to merge as we have merged, soaking the
sheets as evidence of our union. Exhausted, we spoon together, touching,
carressing, kissing, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Totally
spent, we fall asleep in each others arms.....

                  I awake some time later and rise from the bed, quietly
gathering my things and dressing. I take your sodden panties as a keepsake
of you, leaving you mine to remember our passion. I go to the door and
pause to look back at you, lying in the moonlight, sprawled on the sheets
of our mutual passion. I drink in your beauty, the lovely shape of your
mouth, the curve of your breast, the sweet cherry in it's center, the swell
of your hips, and the lovely rose blossom between them. I blow you a kiss
from the doorway, you smile in your sleep as though you are aware of me,
and I am sorely tempted to return to you, awaken you to begin our play all
over again. You stir in your sleep, your wedding band glimmers in the
moonlight, and I realize that tomorrow you will return to your loving
family, your fantasy fulfilled. And I?....well, I don't even know your
name. I close the door behind me. Ah well, lover..... perhaps we shall meet
again one day..........

				    FIN

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