THE NEED By Hisechoes: * * * At the thought of you, my love is still swelling against my chest, cravingly. My lust is still stretching against my jeans, painfully. All I know is I'm not done with you. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ SEDUCTION By tell_me_wy: * * * A master of seduction, she rounds the corner with a slightly unsteady gait, as though three drinks in down at the corner bar. But she’s fully sober, quick-witted and calculating, a minx of masterful guile. Attired in one of my dress shirts, almost a dress on her, a few buttons purposefully left undone, and smooth caramel legs left bare. She brushes her hair up past her ear with her hand halfway in the long sleeve, knowing full well she could make any request of me and score a win. She opens her mouth as if to speak and closes it, giving me only a slightly smirking smile. Building further her chance of success. She walks behind me grabbing my shoulders and standing up tiptoe to almost whisper in my ear: “Do you have plans?” “I don’t know. Do I?” I can feel her smiling. “Follow me…” She pirouettes, ensuring the shirt rises just enough for a preview of luscious curves, and skips just out of arms reach. I take a step and we begin a slow chase. She steps away with each step I take, the blessed tease, and leads on down the hallway toward a room of cool white sheets, warm sun and springtime scents. She backs her calves against the bed, and wears a deliciously devious expression: “The wolf corners the bunny…” I take hold of the shirt, towering over her, and say gently: “What happens to the bunny?” She bites her lip: “She gets eaten…” _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ LOVER By tell_me_wy: * * * Listening intently as my lips escort my tongue along the subtle indents intersecting hips and belly, hoping to evoke a sense of foreplay within the foreplay. Privy to so many of her gentle secrets and unspoken longings, she is still robed in mystery that I expect I’ll never fully undress. But she is as gracious as she is lovely, my guide in the practice of love, my master of pleasure from whom I must glean all that I may, in hopes of baptizing her in it. Tenfold.