Fat Tuesday: In the Heat of the Night

The alcove was meant to seduce, and it was huge.
Red curtains tied by a noose, the balcony door open letting in a gentle breeze and the music coming from downstairs.
A huge soft-wood bed caught the eye.
The headboard was carved, some paintings on the wall showed images of couples in various sexual positions.
Red dominated, red on the silk sheet, on the four pillows at the head of the bed, pure seduction, eroticism.
In a corner of one of the walls a fireplace.
The room was a work of art, and I couldn't see everything.
But what I had seen had caught my attention.
- Miss Ayeska, I received some manuscripts for your new book of erotic stories, and I noticed in the draft that your agent provided me that it had in some paragraphs some asterisks.
I walked into the room and sat in an armchair .
He closed the door and I realized that he turned the key, locking us in the room.
He turned and crossed his arms and stared at me, waiting for my answer.
"My God! I have seldom indulged in romantic daydreams. I am different from most women, my life plans were never to marry and be in the shadow of a man. I had decided that I would chart my own path, be the mistress of my destiny. And that man, with that mask and dressed all in black, made me feel conflicting, unexpected sensations".
- So what?
- Things I'd like to try...
He stared at me with a curious and amusing expression at the same time.
- I know, why don't you try it?
I sensed the danger, not the physical danger of being close to a mysterious man and not knowing what he would do, no, the danger was even greater, the kind exercised by a man of attitude, intuitive and who could assume the authority to test my heart, and it frightened me.
If you have the manuscripts, I'd like them back.
I'm a collector of erotic literature, and your friend's fiancé told me that you were here in New Orleans trying to get this book published, that you've written erotic but supernatural short stories, and I reached out to the person who's representing you, and he willingly provided me with his manuscripts, and with the intention of negotiating a large sum of money for the exclusive rights to this book.
- The exclusive?
I don't want anyone else to have access to it.
- But... why is that?
Because in my opinion, sex doesn't start between your legs, it starts in your head, and as such, I believe I'm in the company of the most fascinating woman I've ever met.
He walked up to a desk and took what was supposed to be my manuscript, walked up to me and handed it to me.
- Read it to me.
- What do you mean?
I like erotic books so much that I collect them.
He sat down on the sofa opposite the armchair, placed his feet on a coffee table, crossed his legs.
Then he joined his hands behind his neck to support his head, leaving his manly body fully stretched.
I looked at him, at the manuscripts that I had in my hands, and I didn't know how it had happened, but he was in control, and I had to turn the tables, and that man was used to it, and I couldn't be another one on his list, which was supposed to be huge.
- I have a better idea. Let's see if we can write an erotic story together.
He drew a wider smile and his eyes shone beneath the mask.
- What do you have in mind?
I got up from the chair and sat down next to him.
I put my hand through his open shirt and stroked his chest.
The touch made him take a deep breath. The amused expression left his masked face and he sat up straight.
I slid my hand across her entire chest and again climbed towards her chest, my fingernails lightly scratching her already stiff nipples.
He bent his head to kiss me, but I stopped him.
- Not yet, it's me who's writing now... - I pulled my hands from inside his shirt and my fingers reached his head and pulled the leather strap, his dark hair fell on his shoulders. I stroked his hair a little above the neck.
- Chapter Two... behind the mask his eyes closed and his jaw muscle became tense.
My sense of pleasure and self-confidence grew as his excitement increased.
I felt my own body burn with desire, but I repressed it.
- My turn... - he put his hand on my arm and the touch of his fingers caused an immediate burst of heat in me.
- No... I'm the one who's writing now...
He frowned.
- I don't think I'm enjoying this.
I took his hand from my arm and brought it to my lips.
But first, my tongue wandered between my lips, drenching them.
- Chapter three...
I kissed the tip of his little finger and then his ring and middle fingers.
After kissing them, I went back to the middle and put it slowly into my mouth, my tongue licked it and I began to suck it slowly, my eyes fixed on his.
He growled as he felt my warm, moist lips move on the couch.
"Chapter five", he said.
You have to smile.
I looked in the direction of your pants, the fold of the fabric between your legs was stretched.
I put my hand on his knee and stroked it, and slowly my hand went up his thigh, and his thigh muscle was immediately tense to my touch, and I stopped when I reached the tissue erect between his legs, and then very slowly, I felt the elevation in his pants, and I marveled at the sensation that went through my body.
He turned me on more than anyone had ever turned me on before, and I could feel my warm moisture melting down my silk panties, and I felt a warmth, and my breasts went numb like crazy to feel his hands, his mouth, in them.
It was a real delight to feel the warmth of my body and my private parts.
His breathing became more wheezy.
Petulant, I played with my fingertips over his erection. I tilted my head towards him, without taking my fingers off his stiffness and kissed him and nibbled on his neck, nibbled on the tip of his ear. I felt his jaw tighten. I stretched my body towards him and kissed him on the mouth, rubbing my lips on his, provoking them, nibbling, until his mouth snatched the with my voluptuousness.
It was divine and I smelled its perfume and its masculine scent and I couldn't resist and I let out a little groan of pleasure with the duel of our tongues.
He put his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs on my bare skin, smoothing it out.
He immediately grabbed my arm and lifted me off the couch.
shortness of breath, obvious erection.
We've just come to the end of your turn, and now begins chapter one of mine, until we come to the end of it.
Without taking my eyes off yours, I began to take off my red dress, my sandals.
Her eyes flashed as she saw me in corsets, her breasts steeped and her panting breathing up and down, the black leather belt, the black silk stockings shaping my twisted legs.
- Take it all off... my God... you are... delicious...
I took off the corset, then the waistband and slid gently, slowly halfway down my thighs and legs.
And I stood naked in front of him.
My white body, my stiff breasts, my red, hard nipples, my flat, hairless belly.
I swallowed it dry, knowing that what was coming would be the most exciting, hectic, pleasurable experience of my life.
Count.
* oh my dear ghost, how you are inspiring me in this story. i will finish in the next one, and i hope to meet your expectations. sweet bjs and thank you again...you brought me what i needed most: inspiration...
Ayesk@
I don't know what to say.