The art of a seduction…

She let me fuck her but when I asked to taste her pussy, she said no. She said she gets too sensitive and would end up kicking me in the head. I think she was surprised how hard I made her cum. I can still feel her nails dig into my back and remember how her moans quickened until she came. I fucked her twice that night.

I think we only fucked one other time after that, but we stayed friends a very long time. We would dance around the idea of fucking again over the years, although never did. She was genuinely hurt when I suggested it would never happen again.

She had been quick to say at one time she couldn’t make herself cum and needed strange fingers between her legs. Years later, she mentioned the toy I had gotten her as part of the seduction, and she told me she used it regularly when she couldn’t seduce a man’s fingers or cock to do the job. She said it was still in a drawer somewhere. We would talk like this when we saw each other; openly familiar and sexually charged just waiting for the other to say yes.

I haven’t seen her in a while, and I suspect our seduction has finally come to an end. The realization there is no possibility of fucking one last time has let us drift.

I still wonder how her pussy would taste. I may just have to ask her the next time.

Erotic beauty marks…

The story of why we had to go to a birthday party for a sister of an old friend started to get complicated — it was the birthday for the sister of C’s brother’s old girlfriend, who I’m told, is still obsessed with her and hasn’t really dated since. There was a time where they all hung around, even after the dramatic breakup, and I think I even heard the word wild used. C had run into her a couple of weeks ago, they exchanged numbers, and had lunch to catch up. Next thing you know I am going to a stranger’s birthday party.

The reasons for the dramatic breakup as not fully explained but it was suggested her brother had caught his girlfriend with another woman, and after the shock of walking in on them wore off, was asked if she could suck his cock while some red head was going down on her. C went on to tell me that a few months after the breakup she was partying with the ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend and was too drunk to drive home. While the bed was spinning, the two of them came into her bedroom and tried to seduce her. The ex-girlfriend said she wanted to go down on her while her boyfriend sat quietly, watched, and jerked off. Now years later, with water under the bridge, I find myself very curious so there was no complaint about going to the party.

The party was being hosted by some other friend neither of us knew — it was much larger than we expected and spilled out into the back yard. We placed a token gift on a table with the other gifts and then made our way through the crowd. C spotted her brother’s ex-girlfriend, and we made our way over to her.

Kendra’s eyes sparkled when she saw C and gave her a big hug with words of appreciation that we could make it. She motioned to the man beside her and introduced her husband Max and kissed him on the cheek with a smile. Kendra was attractive, well dressed and had the look of someone who dedicated themselves to staying healthy. After some light banter, I could see why C wanted to rekindle the friendship. As we started to settle into conversation, Kendra asked if we had brought our bathing suits and innocently exposed a blue bikini bottom under her shorts and what looked very much like a strap-on beauty mark. We had left our bathing suits in the car, and after some discussion about the need for wine, I volunteered to go get our suits and meet them by the pool.

As I walked back to the car, I let my imagination wonder about her fresh-looking beauty mark and what she was doing last night — the thought of her and her husband hunting unicorns made me smile and the thought of her in a threesome made me want to join in. I imagined Kendra encouraging her husband as he fucked their newfound friend, and as she listened to their sounds, slipped on her strap-on and secured it tightly. Kendra stroked her cock as she watched and then tells them it’s her turn, and wants her husband to go sit on the chair and jerk off as he watches. She reaches for the lube as she starts to go down on an open pussy…

I realized I was now in front of the car and the fantasy fades. I gathered up our suits and a bag and head back to house.

When I found C and the others, they had settled in by the pool and Kendra had stripped down her bathing suit, and before she stepped into the pool, I notice she had a matching beauty mark on her other hip. I passed our bag to C and she asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. As she passed me a glass, she mentioned Kendra and Max were wondering if we’d be interested in a playdate sometime.

“I told them I would talk to you.”

W

the kiss is the seduction

Like most of our conversations, they tend to weave in and out of the topics of the day and are always mixed with enough innuendo to remind us that everything we say is part of an ongoing seduction. Over dinner one night, we debated whether seduction, by its very nature, has an end in mind or is something that only ends when energy and desire are exhausted.

Does a single seduction lead to drinks after work, and then its a different seduction that leads to the first kiss, and then a continuous series of seductions until bodies are intertwined — or is it something much bigger and not simply a series of progressive events? We have no interest in finding an answer to this question, and believe me we have come back to this many times in whispers, in arguments, and even in our own seductions. Our only agreement on the topic is with the kiss, although we have debated if it is a measure or simply a benchmark.

It was snowing when we kissed for the first time; the flakes were large and floated around us —the street and the world disappeared and I fell into you.

After the music, and as we walked to the car, we stopped and kiss deeply — lifting you into the air slightly, you jump and straddle me.We made love for the first time that night, and I fell even deeper into you.

You leave our bed early to catch a flight — the soft pink impression of your kiss is on the bathroom mirror with promises of desire and drunken sex.

Your kiss enters as a dream and sleep dissolves as I kiss you back; at first it is a dream, and then with the realization you are kissing me, I draw you in— your lips are soft and your tongue offers more than simply a kiss before sleep; I now kiss you deeply. I am hard and not fully awake but I search you out. You are wet and shift willingly to take my cock. We fuck as if in a dream.

Maybe in the end, the kiss is the seduction.

 W

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