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>your visit in New Orleans has been  delicious....the huge, Antebellum 
>house you are staying in is seething with musty history, sins covered 
>and discovered....a slow, languid feel of rich hedonism that seems to 
>seep from every timber...the scent of magnolias, the ivy climbing the 
>stone walls wafts intoxicating and opiate into your lushly appointed 
>chamber....as it mingles with the flickering candle-light you begin to 
>feel dizzy...  you feel a desire, almost a compulsion to get some fresh 
>air....your chamber seems so stuffy all of a sudden....you don a robe 
of 
>crimson silk and wander downstairs, listlessly, as if in a 
trance....the 
>carpets of the old manor still soft and lush under your bare feet...as 
>you step into the courtyard the carpet of grass is moist and soft as 
the 
>scent of magnolia and wisteria drifts by on a balmy, still breeze....a 
>full, shining moon gazes down brightly a wind, crisp and knife-edge 
>sharp passes by you, making your long, silky fine hair flow to the side 
>like a cape, making your silken robe flutter like a banner on an empty 
>battlefield....in your abstracted haze you wonder dazedly about the 
drop 
>in temperature....then you feel a Presence behind you.....you turn 
>around.....the man you see is tall, with the lithe, powerful grace of a 
>jungle cat....or a wolf....a long overcoat of sable velvet flutters 
>around him in the breeze like a cape....His hair remains perfectly in 
>place in the wind.....silky fine onyx strands with a lustrous 
>sheen.....He is pale complected, but striking with a sharp chin, and 
>full, delicate, sensuous carmine lips that show white teeth gleaming as 
>He deigns to give you a hungry, predatory smile.....and His eyes....His 
>eyes....His eyes...bottomless...a deep blue with an icy coldness that 
>keeps your and holds your gaze as you see within those deep eyes a 
>control...a confidence...a hunger that makes your heart pound...you are 
>afraid of this Stranger...and terrified even more that it is not the 
>fear that makes your heart pound....or keeps you from running..... 
>thoughts are cloudy, hazy...but your senses...your senses seem so 
>alive...the crisp bite of the night air...the tropical, floral scent of 
>the wisteria....the sound of the wind, the feel of your silky fine hair 
>as drifts around your neck in the breeze...time seems to relax...when 
He 
>gives you a slight nod and your hands reach to slide off your robe, as 
>if of their own accord, as if they belong to someone else...the silk 
>seems to take minutes to fall rustling to the dewy ground...the silk 
>seeming so slow as it slides down your neck...across the swell of your 
>breasts in the crisp night air your nipples pucker and stiffen as the 
>silk slides across them....down the curve of your back, brushing 
against 
>your rear, the sensitive tops of your thighs...the fabric whispers into 
>a billowing pile on the ground....you stand there...your smooth white 
>skin exposed to His cold, appraising gaze...and still you do not run, 
>cannot run...your heart pounds from the fear, fear of this Man, and 
fear 
>of yourself that you do not run....He waves His hand with a precise, 
>elegant flourish, and is suddenly holding a crystal glass of blood-dark 
>burgundy...He proffers it, and you accept, with no hesitation...as if 
in 
>a daze...you drink....the fragile glass lifted to your red, delicate, 
>cupid's bow lips...the deep, carmine elixir is smooth and warm as it 
>glides past your lips, white teeth....the inside of your long, slender 
>neck to your chest, its warmth begins to course through your veins, a 
>languid hot relaxation tempers your blood....with a deft, assured 
>gesture He plucks the crystal from your tremulous hand...He waves His 
>hand again, and the glass becomes a black rose...He gently caresses the 
>soft petals up your neck...your senses are so alive...the velvety 
petals 
>make you tremble as they lightly graze you...then He holds it by the 
>stem, and lets the long, wicked thorns lightly scratch your cheek...you 
>gasp at the sharp, burning sensation...He hands you the rose, and you 
>hold it loosely, carefully..... His long slender fingers trace down 
your 
>back, across your shoulders, down the back of your thighs...you feel so 
>languid, relaxed....His touch tingles electrically...you are still held 
>captive by that piercing gaze, so is so confident, infuriatingly 
assured 
>as His smooth hands, silky smooth, not at all sticky with sweat, caress 
>you, learn your curves.....He knows how to touch you, knows your secret 
>places, His long fingers play you like a fine violin....He keeps you 
>with His gaze as He leans down, lets His soft, delicate lips lightly 
>graze against yours...you feel a melting sense of bliss as His knowing 
>hands glide up and down the length of you...your heart is pounding, 
from 
>fear, from excitement...His sharp teeth lightly nip your lower 
>lip....you gasp...your senses are so vibrant, the mild pain so...what?   
>you melt into His strong embrace...you offer no resistance as His 
strong 
>arms gently guide you to the soft turf...His coat is lying on the 
>ground, the soft velvet kisses up the back of your thighs, your rear, 
>your back as you feel yourself being stretched out...one of His strong, 
>irresistible arms, His powerful hand stretches your arms above your 
>head, holds them there for moment...His mouth departs from your soft 
>lips, leaving them only your small gasps and inaudible sighs....when He 
>removes His hand, your arms are still stretched above you, as if His 
>will is as real to you as iron bonds...His mouth feels so warm now, to 
>sybaritically soft and smooth as it glides along the nape of your long, 
>slender neck...His teeth are sharp…they scratch you as His mouth moves 
>down your neck, leaving faint red furrows which fade to white...His 
long 
>fingernails are lightly caressing, teasingly grazing the outside of 
your 
>slightly parted thighs, the small of your back as He gives your neck a 
>sharp nip...you feel a languid heat of drowsy contentment as He does 
>this...His hands are warmer now as they are gently caressing the inside 
>of your legs....you feel another sharp nip on the swell of your breast, 
>and then a warm mouth gingerly encloses your nipple...a long tongue 
>lightly over your nipple with a speed and lightness that makes you 
think 
>of butterfly wings....or a serpent's tongue... His long nails are still 
>grazing your skin lightly, making small circles slowly up the inside of 
>your thigh....you feel like you are melting...you realize He is 
>completely silent, discern no breathing, and know that the shallow 
>panting you hear, the sharp gasps, must be your own...He sucks your 
>nipples with more pressure now, His tongue bearing down on it...His 
>long, slender finger deftly curls up inside your deepest place, finding 
>your most secret spots...your heart is pounding, as if it were beating 
>for two...your senses so alive...colors brighter, scents headier, 
sounds 
>sharper, and touches oh god touches....touches so vibrant, tingling, 
>electric...your skin feels so sensitive all over...the velvet under 
you, 
>the warm moist suckling at your breast, the long flexible digit inside 
>you...you are floating, weightless in the power of your sensations, 
>almost over loaded...you are barely aware of the moist mouth leaving 
>your breast, those soft satin lips gliding down your smooth skin...you 
>feel another sharp nip at the side of the small of your back...you are 
>so sensitive there...it is a sharp piercing, a white-hot 
>sensation...that makes you gasp, makes your whole body tremble...it is 
>so quick...you almost want to feel it again...and again...that needle 
>piercing....and then you do, you feel another piercing nip, at the 
>inside of the top of your thigh...and before that pain so sharp as to 
be 
>pleasure subsides, you feel a tongue deep within you...a pleasure so 
>great as to be almost pain...the two concepts seems to blur, to blend, 
>to lose all distinction...a long, supple tongue....a warm, soft, slick, 
>smooth tongue plunges deep inside you...you are trembling, 
>shaking...your limbs are tense, wanting to writhe...but your arms are 
>still stretched above you, held by invisible bonds of will....time 
loses 
>all meaning when that pointed tongue presses more firmly against your 
>secret button....that tongue moves slowly....with the relentless, 
>hedonistic, inhuman patience of one who has countless lifetimes before 
>him....you are gasping and trembling...your spasming becomes more 
>intense when that tongue touches you, and last for a thousand 
>eternities.... you continue to murmur breathless little sighs, continue 
>to float in a sea of liquid ecstasy even after He slides once more up 
>your body, slowly, sucking and nipping...His warm soft lips are once 
>more on your neck, you feel that sharp piercing again...it feels at 
>least as intense as His tongue did moments? lifetimes ago....as He 
>continues to passionately, reverently suckle at your nape, your feel 
>something long and thick sliding into you...it is so hot as it eases 
>inside you....and you wonder...if it is your essence filling him.....as 
>He fills you....He moves into you slowly, patiently...an inhuman 
>connoisseur of pleasure and sin, He takes His time...as He plunges deep 
>within you....so deep....stretching you...filling you....your hands are 
>suddenly free...as if He knows...that you are now His, that you will do 
>as He wishes...you place them on His back, feel the definition, the 
>strength, the animal power, and begin to match His slow, easy, steady 
>rhythm as He glides into you....gliding....easily...sensuously...He 
>fills you....you are aware only of the sensations that penetrate your 
>dream-like haze of languorous, languid, liquid 
>pleasure...sensations...so powerful....intense....a feeling of rapture 
>and ecstasy you never dreamed could exist....except for maybe...in your 
>deepest, darkest places...the places you fear to look...He has delved 
>into...shown you such passions, such sensual feelings....the 
sensations, 
>the powerful, dizzying, over-powering, floating sensations....are so 
>much....too much…not enough....you can take no more....you are 
>overloaded on your senses.....you feel a darkness stealing over you, 
>stealing you, as you black out.....



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