Seduction

By Stone Bryson

she wore a black stretch mini

skin tight ride

and heels that reached the sky.

had a low-cut strapless

displaying her promise

and stockings up to her thighs.

i was drowning in lust

as she climbed on the bed

and took her legs to 90 degrees.

her hand slipped beneath

her black silk thong

with the motion of desirable ease

as she worked herself over

my desire was building

by what was in front of eyes.

with her hips thrusting faster

she was pleading for passion

in-between her aching cries.

she fell to her knees

as I ripped off her top

she jerked at my fly with a moan.

she attacked my desire

with ruby-red lips

like a dog with a brand-new bone.

she teased me to the rim

then i brought her to her feet

and took her panties straight to the floor.

as i laid her on the bed

her sultry voice whispered

“i’m your goddess and i’m your whore.”

i tickled her longing

with a slow-moving tongue

as she was begging me for release

then i swallowed her passion

like a drunk with a bottle

until i felt her whole body scream.

then she yanked at my hair,

forcing me on my back -

engulfing me in her net.

then she straddled my lust

and moaned “don’t fucking stop -

‘til you’ve satisfied your Satanette.”

Copyright © 2004, 2006 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written February 1988 / Revised February 2003

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