From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DarkNites-Temptation
Date: 18 May 1996 21:10:06 GMT

From: jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu (Still Waters... )
Subject: DarkNites: Temptation
Date: 11 Dec 94 12:10:33 CDT

			      DarkNites
			      Temptation

	Anne stood back, regarding her reflection with a critical eye.
The emerald green dress flowed down over one shoulder, over her
breasts and then cascaded down down to the floor in a fall of
brilliant color. She did a quarter turn to regard her profile. Folds
of fabric from her shoulder skimmed her bare back to swing gracefully
to her knees. She regarded herself with satisfaction. Every man at the
gala would be wondering how the dress was staying up...

	She walked from the bathroom, humming a snazzy tune. She was
in a terrific mood. So good in fact, she didn't feel like going
tonight. She was definitely in a hot-fudge-on-brownie-and-tv mood.
Even the sound of fervent swearing coming from the bedroom didn't
really faze her...

	Adam was leaning over her vanity, venting his feelings as he
ripped apart his bow-tie for the umpteenth time. Seven years of
marriage and he was still trying to tie the damn thing on his own...
Anne struck an alluring pose and fluttered her lashes. Adam swore some
more. God, what did it take to get the man's attention... She cleared
her throat loudly and re-struck her pose. Adam glanced towards her.

	"Wow."

	She did a slow turn. Adam strode towards her.

	"How in the hell does that thing stay up?? He teasingly lifted
her tail and peered under it. Anne grinned flirtatiously up at him.

	"Female secret."

	His hands slid down her sides. "Mmmmm, you smell fantastic... "

	"Thank you." She swiftly knotted the black fabric around his
neck into a perfectly respectable bow. Adam sighed in resignation. "I
guess some things are destined to remain a mystery to me."

	Anne pressed herself against him and snuggled her face into
his neck.

	"You look so wonderful... " she mumbled into the curve of his
neck. "Some thing about men in tuxes just does it for me... Other
little girls grew up dreaming of Knights In Shining Armor. Mine was in
a black tux." She groaned achingly. "Mmmm, I just want to take a bite
out of you... "

	Adam grinned but didn't say a word. It was pretty obvious that
she didn't want to go to the gala. Too bad they had to...

	She peeled her body off his and drew her hands down his chest.
She fastened on the single button holding the jacket together and
undid it. Immediately her hands were below the fabric and reveling in
the feel of muscle and heat beneath thin fabric. He kissed her then,
slowly but not erotically. Just a you're-nice-too kiss. Anne was not
pleased. Damn. He obviously had no intention of giving in and staying
home... Alright. Sometimes a woman just had to get down and dirty to
have her way. Torpedos ready, Captain...

	Her nails scratched lightly down his torso as she headed for
his dress pants. Her fingers slipped under the waistband, seeking for
an erect member. Adam gasped as his stomach muscles contracted
involuntarily to let her have more space. Time to stop this before it
goes to far, he thought suddenly as he realized how tempted he was to
let her do this. But certain other parts of him had different
agendas...

	Anne felt the tips of her fingers graze his swelling head.
Suddenly seized by a sense of urgency, she wrestled with the snap of
his pants. She wanted to feel him growing hard in her hand. She wanted
to feel his cock reach its full length. She wanted to look in his eyes
as she held him... Free! Her hand dove into his boxers and wrapped
around his still-stiffening shaft. Her other hand wrapped around his
neck as she leant against him, looking down at the spectacular sight
of a man getting aroused. A small groan escaped her then, and that
probably weakened his will more than any amount of naked flesh could.
He took hold of the hand around his penis and, gently but firmly,
removed it. Her clouded eyes swung upwards in surprise.

	"What's wrong?"

	"Anne, you're tempting me like crazy but we still have to go.
The CEO of Fieldbrook has to be at this charity ball. There's no way
around it."

	She sighed reluctantly.

	"I guess you're right," she said slowly. But even as he
watched her, he saw a dangerous look come into her eyes. "But we don't
really have to leave Now, do we... " she continued huskily. Before he
could stop her, she had pushed his dress pants and boxers down over
his hips and was on her knees.

	"Oh shit!" he gasped as an incredible warmth and wetness slid
slowly over his pulsing cock.

			Three Hours later
			The Regency Hotel

	Adam was having trouble keeping his thoughts in line. One of
the most gorgeous women in the room was sending unmistakable signals
his way, and his ego flowered under the attention. A beautiful woman
coming on to him here, another at home... His tension in his groin
increased deliciously at the thought. He had performed his social
obligations long enough. It was time to get home and finish what Anne
had started earlier...

	Even as he finished that thought, Anne materialized at his
side. Her smile deepened as his gaze met hers, and a knowing,
intensely arousing look entered her eyes. The woman knew exactly what
he was thinking... And then she glanced towards Karen and saw the
hungry way the other woman was looking at him... Adam grinned
inwardly. This was going to get interesting.

	"Hello, I don't think we've met," began Anne pleasantly. "I'm
Adam's wife, Anne Damier Hallquist." She sat back and watched the
other woman absorb the name. Anne Damier... The writer?? Karen shot a
disbelieving look at her, and then her gaze switched between her and
Adam. Anne's gaze was part amusement and part cold steel. That's right
sister, you're out of your league here... This man is mine. Every
delectable inch... Anne placed one hand on Adam's arm in an
unconscious act of possession.

	After Karen had taken herself off in search of other prey,
Anne sent a satisfied smile at her husband.

	"That was over too quickly," sighed Adam disappointed. "I love
having women fight over me... " Anne snorted indelicately and jabbed
him in the ribs.

	"You looked like you were having fun anyway. And with my
lipstick barely dry on your cock... " she murmured in a low voice.
Adam started involuntarily, as her words triggered an extremely vivid
image of Anne's eyes looking up at him through her lashes as her lips
and hands caressed his penis. A rush of blood surged through his neck
and chest as his imagination took off...

	Anne slipped a hand behind him to shape the firm curve of his
butt. It was a subtle, almost unnoticeable move but her eyes dared
him to back away. Traces of color appeared over his cheekbones. Anne
chuckled softly thinking that she had embarrassed him, but one look at
his intense eyes set her straight. To her surprise, the boldness of
his gaze made her wish she hadn't kept turning him on all that night.
Just harmless teasing, darling... maybe a little revenge in it, but
mostly harmless... As her own cheeks heated up, she found herself
wondering if she had gotten in too deep...

	Adam moved in close, too close, regarding her with those
steady eyes. Anne suppressed the instinct to step back. One hand
curved around her back, as she found herself being held close to his
body. He bent his head down to to whisper into her ear. Anne shivered
involuntarily as the nerves in her neck and shoulder flared into life.

	"Lady, you've been playing with fire all evening." Anne gasped
as the deep vibration of his voice in her ear triggered little spasms
all down her side. Adam smiled inwardly as he felt the muscles under
his hands tense up. She didn't reply him.

	"You could get into trouble leading a man on this way... " One
hand slid up her bare back to stroke her side of her neck gently. Anne
swallowed though her mouth had just gone dry. She really, really hoped
he was just playing with her. If Adam had decided to get outrageous,
things could get out of control real fast.

	His lips found her neck, his tongue rasping against the smooth
skin as intimately as if they weren't in a crowded ballroom. Anne
gently pushed him back a step. She didn't care if they were married.
There was a limit to what she would do under the eyes of a hundred
people. Adam's eyes were glowing with an unholy glee. Ohhh shit.

	"Come with me... " He guided her firmly through the crowd with
a hand on her lower back.

	"Where are we going?" she asked breathlessly. Let it be
home...

	"Somewhere very private," he promised seductively.

				* * *

	He pressed her back against the door as soon as it shut behind
them. Anne groaned as his lips found her shoulder. The pressure of
his body in front and of the door behind her, made her feel very
helpless... and very turned-on. There was the familiar flare of heat
in her groin that heralded the flood of moisture she could already
feel spreading between her inner lips.

	Adam's hand started to pull up the skirt of her silk gown,
slipping through the thigh high slit, bunching it up as he shaped the
curve of her behind. She was so relieved that this wasn't going to be
a repeat of the Ladies Room Experience that she didn't even mind when
he tore off her panties and plunged into her. She just hooked one
stockinged leg over his hip and held on...

				* * *

	"I'm sorry," murmured Adam. They were lying on the lace
bedspread of the massive bed. The suite was dim, only the lights in
the wall sconces showed his worried face as he leaned over her, still
fully dressed.

	"I should have waited... Did I hurt you?" Anne shook her head,
her eyes twinkling.

	"I'm fine. You weren't though," she teased. "I must have been
doing something right!" Adam reddened in response.

	"I should tie your hands behind your back every time we go
out. Of course then you'd probably give me a raging hard on by
whispering all sorts of depraved suggestions in my ear. I can't
possibly win... " he said in a disgusted voice. Anne laughed then,
still glowing in the thrill of her power.

	"That's what you get for marrying a writer," she said
provocatively, drawing her nails down his shirt front. Before he knew
it, she had pushed him back onto the bed and swung herself over him.

	"But since we're here, I think we should take advantage of
it... " she murmured huskily. Adam grinned happily, relaxing as all
sorts of interesting positions started occurring to him. "... we
should order room service," she finished and bounded off him. Adam
sighed.

	After she had wolfed down the Triple Layer Club with Extra
Bacon and Mayo, she lay back in her freshly crumpled green dress with
a glorious smile on her face.

	"Life is good," she said, spreading out her arms over the
soft lace of the bedspread. Adam slid down to lie beside her, full of
Pecan Pie, as she snuggled up to him.

	"I have to agree." He began to toy casually with the edge of
her bodice. A finger gently shaped the soft swell of a breast, sliding
up and over her nipple. Even as he watched, it began to harden,
forming a sharp nub against the soft fabric. Anne sighed softly and
shifted to offer him more of herself. Adam slipped one hand under the
dress to cup a breast. Warm, living flesh in his hand...

	Anne trembled as he squeezed. Nerve endings awakened, coming
together to form a shivering, longing feeling deep inside her. She
buried her face in his shoulder, breathing in his scent deeply. Adam
caught her chin in his fingers and tilted her face up for a long, lazy
kiss. Their bodies moved instinctively to press together. Anne wrapped
her arms around her husband's neck as his weight came down on her and
gave herself up to the kiss.

	Adam's hands fastened on the top of her bodice and attempted
to slip it down. It held. He pulled back from her then with a puzzled
look. She smiled wickedly as she reached up to unfasten the almost
invisible strap holding the whole thing together. The fabric loosened
and slipped down gently as she sat up and drew it off her legs. Adam
drew a sharp breath at the erotic sight of her in nothing but silky
black thigh-highs. With a slight smile, she reached to slip one lace
top down her leg but he lunged at her with a mock growl and pinned her
to the bed. A small giggle escaped her before he silenced her with his
mouth...

	She touched him to her heart's content. Her hands shaping the
muscles of his shoulders, sliding lovingly down the smooth expanse of
his back to curve around the sexy swell of his butt. Adam shuddered as
she drew her nails lightly back up the sides of his hips and replied
by rolling over to have her on top of him. She straightened up slowly,
lips curving in a mysterious smile. Adam murmured something softly as
he reached up to cup the breasts swaying temptingly above him. She
leaned forwards to let his hands take the weight of her breasts and
then moved down his body, until her slit nestled against his penis.
Adam sighed as her wet, female flesh seemed to absorb him into its
depths. Slowly, almost imperceptibly she started to rock against him,
the motion parting her outer lips and bringing her clitoris in direct
contact with the hardness of his cock.

	Adam groaned as the shifting pressure of her body stroked
along the length of his throbbing shaft. Her delicate movements were
driving him crazy when what he needed was grinding speed. Anne had
thrown her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the
unbelievable sensations her swollen flesh was receiving. Her fluids
had spread over his flesh, coating it so she could press her clitoris
against him without hurting herself. She picked up the pace, grinding
down on him until her inner lips had spread out over him and her
entire crotch was getting the delicious stimulation she needed. Adam
arched his back gasping, as he started moving with her. The pleasure
was exquisite...

	Anne was getting close, so close that her nails were digging
into Adam's shoulders. She forced herself to back off, slowing down
gradually, reveling in the shimmering sensations within her. He took
over then, sitting up and maneuvering her to the edge of the bed. In a
fluid move, he was off the bed and kneeling between her legs.

	Anne bit her lower lip as Adam's tongue found her clitoris.
And teased it. She squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate on the
sensations her already sensitized flesh was producing. She let go off
her control and let her body move as it needed too, squirming and
straining towards his mouth. The clever tip of his tongue flicked
rapidly all over her swollen inner lips, probing deeper and deeper
until she was involuntarily thrusting her hips to get it into her. He
gladly obliged, holding her still under him as he stroked his tongue
all around the sensitive entrance of her vagina. The delicious
rasping forced a slow, heartfelt moan from her as a deep, inner need
was partially satisfied. One hand clutched at the sheets as the
tension in her built. The movement of her hips slowed and her
breathing became labored as she sighed her climax. Suddenly she felt
his tongue grind against her clitoris and everything froze in
exquisite pleasure...

	Adam didn't let her come down before he had her pinned down to
the bed. His hand found its way back between her legs, but this time
he was careful to stay away from her over-sensitive clit. Instead, he
sank one finger into her soaking vagina, his stomach muscles
contracting as he felt the last few ripples of her muscles around it.
He took a shuddering breath as he envisioned those hot, wet walls
gripping him, sliding wetly around him. Instinctively, he started
thrusting his finger in and out of her slowly. Anne opened her eyes, a
little dazed from her orgasm, but no where near satisfied... Her
breathing was still racing as she reached for his shoulders and dug
her nails into them.

	"You love this, don't you... " he growled into her ear,
keeping the motion of his fingers low and even. She nodded furiously,
color creeping into her cheeks.

	"What else do you want me to do to you? Tell me," he goaded.

	"I want you in me now. I want you to make me come," she
gasped, flushing a bright red. She drew in a sharp breath. "Ohhhhh
God, that feels sooo goood."

	Adam swiftly moved into position, spreading her legs wider to
get closer. The twinge of pain in her inner thigh startled her so she
lifted that stockinged leg up prop her calf on his shoulder and hooked
the other over his hip.

	"Oh yes, baby... " he whispered fiercely as he shifted to
guide his cock into her entrance. "You're so hot and... Oh yeesss... "
he ground out.

	He drove into her slowly but stopped because it was almost
enough to send him over the edge. As he knelt over her, frozen in
sheer pleasure, Anne took advantage of her position, and contracted
her muscles around him.

	"Oh my God... " Adam gasped, as he felt the wave of tightness
flow along his cock. With a heroic effort, he fought against the
throbbing in his balls that threatened to shoot down his shaft.
Through a haze, he heard her triumphant laugh and another rippling
contraction. A massive thrust and her laugh turned to a surprised gasp
as her body arched towards him and the throbbing started for real.
That was all too much for his strained control to handle... He lost it
with a cry...

	They came down in a deliciously warm glow, wrapped up in each
other's arms. Anne buried her face in Adam's chest and practically
purred like a kitten. He wasn't in much better shape. He couldn't feel
his feet... On top of that, they were both grinning like idiots. And
that's how they fell asleep.

		      Much later that night...

	"Adam... "

	"Hmmmmm... "

	"I'm hungry."
--
YES! A WOMAN DID WRITE THIS!!
(Yes, I'm hungry... )
All comments and flames welcome at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu