The first annual Nine Instruments event served not only to support a good cause but it also lent itself to the ultimate experience in seduction and eroticism. Only the most sophisticated and elite were in attendance. Among the crowd was a couple intent on capitalizing on the potential for romance. Their actions were scripted but their desire for one another was untamed.
“Excuse me,” she whispered to her husband, “I really must do some networking-- I’ll be right back.” She circulated amongst the masses like a panther stalking her prey. Her actions did not go unnoticed. He watched her circulating; he was ever aroused by her presence. The jiggle in her walk and her trademark fragrance always seemed to arouse passions in him that, if he wasn't careful, would be detectable to the other partygoers. She mingled with the partygoers, perusing the art and swaying to the Latin rhythms. He was distracted briefly by the many sights and sounds the night offered and he lost vision of his beloved.
She approached him from behind-- tentatively but with the confidence of a woman intent on seducing her man. Her hand found the small of her back; she leaned in close and whispered in his ear. Her words flowed like sweet and sticky honey over her lips. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, the heat of her body against his arm. She spoke without censor of the things she would do to him, of dreams she wanted fulfilled. He did his best to focus on her words, to be present and in the moment, be he could barely keep his own erotic ruminations at bay.
He played along with her game and welcomed her advances. Undaunted by their public surroundings, she pursued him relentlessly, the night taking on erotic overtures of it’s own. On this night, she was transformed into a sexy seductress and she was exacting in her detail of her mission. Her body fit in his arms like it was customized for his embrace as she pulled him to the dance floor and they swayed to the music. At his threshold for teasing, he whisked her away from the gala event to partake in his own plan to seduce his sweet lady.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
Prelude to Passion
“Excuse me,” she whispered to her husband, “I really must do some networking-- I’ll be right back.” She circulated amongst the masses like a panther stalking her prey. Her actions did not go unnoticed. He watched her circulating; he was ever aroused by her presence. The jiggle in her walk and her trademark fragrance always seemed to arouse passions in him that, if he wasn't careful, would be detectable to the other partygoers. She mingled with the partygoers, perusing the art and swaying to the Latin rhythms. He was distracted briefly by the many sights and sounds the night offered and he lost vision of his beloved.
She approached him from behind-- tentatively but with the confidence of a woman intent on seducing her man. Her hand found the small of her back; she leaned in close and whispered in his ear. Her words flowed like sweet and sticky honey over her lips. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, the heat of her body against his arm. She spoke without censor of the things she would do to him, of dreams she wanted fulfilled. He did his best to focus on her words, to be present and in the moment, be he could barely keep his own erotic ruminations at bay.
He played along with her game and welcomed her advances. Undaunted by their public surroundings, she pursued him relentlessly, the night taking on erotic overtures of it’s own. On this night, she was transformed into a sexy seductress and she was exacting in her detail of her mission. Her body fit in his arms like it was customized for his embrace as she pulled him to the dance floor and they swayed to the music. At his threshold for teasing, he whisked her away from the gala event to partake in his own plan to seduce his sweet lady.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
Prelude to Passion
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