Craft a tale of the ultimate seduction. Let your imagination run wild, all your most erotic fantasies.
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Craft a tale of the ultimate seduction. Let your imagination run wild, all your most erotic fantasies.
:icon277: I haven't forgotten. Just been having a difficult time getting a cohesive idea together. It's getting there.
i understand. Take your time and knock one out of the park.
rose
“Give it a chance. I swear you will have a good time”
“Donna, you of all people know I hate Halloween parties. There is nothing worse than being dressed up in some too heavy costume trying to make conversation with a bunch of anonymous jerks”
“But I promised Ben that you would be there” she wheedled at me. It always turns out this way. Donna is a social butterfly, how and why we became best friends in college is a mystery to me “Besides, I borrowed this costume from my cousin Abigail. She said it is very sexy. Go put it on.” She shoos me towards the bedroom. “You can’t back out on me now.”
“Or what? You’ll never speak to me again?”
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I forgot that her cousin is deep into the Society for Creative Anachronism. Apparently I am some medieval lady complete with corset and a whole bolt of fabric for my skirts. Some of this fabric really needs to be readjusted to cover my chest. Damn it if I catch pneumonia because of Donna I swear I‘ll kill her. She couldn’t have chosen a nice comfortable bar maids dress. Nooooo, not Donna. I feel like fucking Cinderella or something. I really should have stayed home. She also forgot to mention that the men were not required to dress up. They are wearing nice, comfy modern tuxedo. Their only concession to the costume part of this evening is a domino. I bet they don’t need two people with them to take a whiz. I need to cool off.
I wander away from the main ballroom. The party is at this exclusive estate of some friend or other of Donna’s. I open the third door to the right. It’s a library complete with books and the roaring fire. Damn if I don’t feel like I’ve stepped into some Regency period novel.
I sit on the couch pretty far from the fire. Well I am more of lounging since the corset doesn’t really allow me to bend into a comfortable slouch position. These dresses were not meant to be worn with central heating. I lean my head back and close my eyes for a moment. I hear the door shut. I open my eyes with a start.
“Shhh, Close you eyes again. I didn’t mean to startle you. Donna mentioned I could find you here.” A tall, dark haired man in a black tuxedo stalked into the room. “That dress looks like it was meant for dancing. Would you like to dance?” He holds out his hand.
What century did I just step into? “Why not?” He raises me to my feet and sweeps me into a waltz. There is no music, but we swing and sway cautiously twirling around the furniture.
He lowers his head and kisses my lips as we glide to a halt. “I have dreamed of kissing you since I first saw you.”
He gently nibbles on my lower lip as his hands slowly caress down my back to rest at the swell of my hips. His hands glide down the curve of my posterior and I feel myself getting warmer. This time it’s not the wretched heating system.
We stopped dancing and sank to the floor, my skirts bunching up around my knees. His hands creep up my stocking to the sensitive skin along the inside of my thigh. He makes little circles around the tops of my stockings, sending bolts of lighting zipping through my womb. My head is thrown back in, my neck exposed to his gentle sensuous kisses trailing down towards my breasts which are straining to pop free of this dress. He frees one nipple from the dress. It is pebble hard as he smoothly sucks it into his warm mouth and laves his tongue around the aureole.
One hand creeps up and firmly anchors my ass checks as the other hand teases the dripping wet outer folds of my pussy; tugging just firm enough on those nether curls to stimulate my clitoris. I am flooding his hand with my sticky love juices.
He releases the other breast from its confines as the hand tugging on my pussy seeks the warmth of my slit. He eases one finger in, slowly feeling his way into my core. He takes the newly freed breast into his mouth to lavish on it the same treatment and playfully nips at its pebbly hardness. I groan as the desire sears through my body and my slick sheath tightens on his finger.
His hand resumes the firm caress of my behind and slightly parts my butt checks as he adds one, no two more fingers to my vagina.
I want more as I begin to fumble with his tuxedo pants. Not sure he will take the hint I utter,”I want you in me, now.”
He turns me over and draws me to my knees. “This way we won’t crush you skirts further” he murmurs as he tosses them over my head!
The cool air is caressing my bare derrière which must make quite a sight with the garter belts and no undies. I feel his heat approaching behind me and his cock is sliding up and down my wet crack. His hands are holding me firmly in place as he eases the tip into my throbbing hole.
I try to push back onto him. I want his hard sword in me to the hilt but he holds me steady and slowly eases into me inch by throbbing inch. One hand release his hold as the last inch sinks in. It reaches under and pinches my clit.
“Oh my god”, I scream as I begin to ride the wave towards the crest. He pulls himself out until he is just barely in and slowly thrusts back in. In and out slow and steady he pushes me higher and higher until I feel as if I am going to go insane from wanting to reach that climax until finally he increases the tempo and like the crescendo of an orchestra piece strums on my clitoris as he takes me over the top. My senses explode. As I drift down, back into this world I think “Maybe this party isn’t so boring after all.”
M'lady Chipmunk,
Very nice! Definitely worth the wait.
Yours
Truly Mad Lews
Thank you kind sir
You're up for read and review this afternoon.
rose
*sigh* Why is uncomfortable period dress so sexy. It always gets to me. Throw men in tuxes into the mix, and the humidity level between my thighs becomes embarrassing. (i feel i should wear Depends when we go to the Ren Faire.) Very good. Hangs together and the actions are clear. Dialogue and characterization lend a nice punch.
Up to level II with you.
Now on to the nits.
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Originally Posted by ladychipmunk
Well done ladychipmunk! That was great. You even had me wondering if she was going to wake up and find out it was all a dream!
I am looking forward to seeing you up in level 2 very soon.
Tank you to all who helped me in level one. Your feedback was much appreciated!