The Seductress in New Orleans
She wasn’t from Cajun country. She’s a sweet, sensual, exotic woman with a sexy voice and very intoxicating body. She’s a seductress in New Orleans.
He was her prey, he is her desire. He hungered to have her as much as she ached to seduce him. He found her tonight as usual in her favorite dimly lit restaurant in the French Quarter. He felt she had seduced many a man as he wanted to be seduced by her, by the erotic desire and sensuality she possessed.
The Quarter was dark tonight, they both could feel the passion and desire in the air. The band in the restaurant began to play, she got up, began to move to the music. She danced only for him, to feel his eyes on her, to feel the sensual desire of both of them float back and forth across the room. His desire for her only ignited the erotic sensual desire and lust in her for him.
She hungered to feel his touch, feel the graze of his lips against her neck, his hands slide down her back, only to have his arms encircle her.
He walked towards her, drawn by her mystical enchanting eyes and the divine mystery of her body. Drawn in by desires dance. As she flirted with him, he could hear the words her body spoke only to him, “take me”, “take me”, “I’m yours”, only drew him deeper into the enchantment of the intoxicating scent of her body and wanting of knowing her soul.
They danced, the feeling of erotic sensations flowing through both of them. His hands claiming ownership of her body, her body responding to his touch. She whispers into his ear, “I want you”. They both smile, he takes her by the hand, leads her out of the dimly lit den of desire.
They walk, holding hands, no words need be spoken, they both knew what they wanted and needed from each other. He led her to his place, opened the door, she steps in. The lights are low, she could feel him behind her. She could feel her body start to react to his closeness, the wetness of desire building as he turned her towards him, buried his face against her neck, inhaling her scent, kissing his way down her neck over her shoulder, all the while sliding his hands down pulling her tightly to him.
He kisses her deeply, parting her lips with his tongue, tasting her, she felt the passion flowing thru her, felt it growing in him. Running her hands down over his chest, moving lower feeling the hardness of his cock, smiling he leads her to the bedroom.
Undressing her slowly in the shadowy lights of the night, she lays back watching as he undresses and comes to her. She begins to slowly stroke and rub the wetness between her legs; he strokes his cock watching her. She whispers for him to come to her. He slides next to her, she takes his cock in her hand, slowly stroking it, feeling the veins, the hardness of it and how thick he is. She caresses his balls with long fingers, gently, lingering, wanting to satisfy him as well as herself with the touch. She leans to take the head between her lips, feels him shutter, her juices flowing even more as she taste him. She feels the passion flowing thru him as she tastes his sweet enticing lust. He’s warmed her heart and soothed her soul.
She is the seductress, a mysterious woman of intoxicating desire.
Their bodies join, her fingers sliding over his back, pulling him closer to her. Thrusting his cock deep inside the walls of desire he bends tasting her breast. She arched her back, raising her hips to take more of him. She caresses his body as she kisses his lips, as she comes for him, her juices flowing around his cock.
He was intoxicated by her desire, addicted to her. He tasted her breast as she exploded again around his cock, as he slid deeper, with one final thrust, no longer to hold back came deep inside her.
His seductress is full of passion, lust and desire like no other he’s ever been with. Using each others bodies to pleasure only each other.
He moved off her, she smiled, slid down over him, to taste the sweet nectar of each other together. She wrapped her lips around his cock, sliding all the way down, licking up each drop of sweet juice, feeling the hardness start to grow again. She slides down over him to take him inside her one more time to feel the exotic intoxication of another orgasm only he can bring out of her.
His seductress in New Orleans belongs only to him.
