My first asignment did not turn out as planned. I wanted to tell a story about the power of seduction, about being powerless to resist. It turned out, well, creepy.

But I went with the flow and that is usually a good thing. So here is my first asignment:




Perfect Seduction

She appeared in a blaze of beauty. The warm summer breeze flaunted her blonde mane as she approached me. Her dress flowed out loosely behind her but was pressed firmly against the front of her delectable body, forcing an unchaste thought into my brain that I could not, would not, suppress. I hated myself at that moment; how could I do this vision of perfect beauty justice? How? How, if the wind was outlining not only her bountiful breasts but even hinted at her nipples? No man is that strong.

She did not know that I was watching her, not then, was unaware of the fact that I could have simply reached out, not only to hold her at arms length but to pull her in and never let her go. To ravage her in my arms, to feel the soft warm flesh yield before my voracious fingers, to explore what could be mine, should be mine.

Even though I could see every mole and every little scar in a moment of crystal clarity, I knew that her skin was perfect. I could not even conceive it in any other way. My eyes tore away the thin summer dress and explored her fully, drank in her hidden beauty that was only bared for me.

As we passed one another, she granted me a fleeting smile, flashing her white teeth at me. Did she know that I had nothing but her taste on my lips? That my hot breath, heavy with desire, mixed with hers? That our insatiable tongues danced around one another without ever leaving our mouths?

Like a bar fighter who is kicked with steel capped boots once he is down, her scent overwhelmed as I came downwind. I staggered and almost fell as her perfume assaulted me; the musky, bittersweet fragrance of her sweat expressed everything I needed to know. I knew how it would be to trace my tongue over her glistening skin, guided only by her scent like a blind animal.

The swaying of her hips before my weary eyes and the rhythmic ‘toc toc’ of her heels had me hypnotized like a snake. I could not turn away, could not let her walk away like that. It was the perfect moment to strike.

I turned away.

She did not know that I was watching her, not then, not ever.