Sensual Slaughter, The Web She Weaves
The perfume filled the air, making her slightly heady, becoming sweeter and more intense as she unwrapped and pulled each flimsy item from its wrapping. Holding the items one by one between her elegant hands, lifting each to inspect their intricate stitching, feeling the softness of the silk and lace. He had bought the gift through a website he knew she liked. It arrived by courier, beautifully
boxed, with layers of soft fragrant tissue paper encasing the delicate silk and lace trimmed thong and bra set. Underneath lay a suspender belt and a pair of sheer black stockings, beneath those lay his hand written note.
His note read:-
To the most Sensual woman I know,
I hope you approve of my gifts. When you wear these, it
will be as if my skin is shrouding yours.
My driver will collect you on Saturday at 8.30 pm.
I am taking you somewhere special.
With sensual expectation. X
Saturday soon arrived. She spent the late afternoon pampering herself. She wanted her skin to feel as soft as the silk underwear he had sent her. She removed unwanted areas of body hair before bathing in skin softening bath milk. After towel drying, she smoothed her skin with a delicate, freshening body lotion. As the lotion soaked into her skin, she dried and roughly styled her hair.
Taking each item in order she dressed herself, watching herself, her every move, in the long gilt mirror on the wall. Stopping for a critical overview, “hmm, not bad” she thought as she took in the sight of her skimpily clad body. She had always had expensive taste; this little ensemble was certainly no exception to that rule. She was very pleased with his purchase. She was also very pleased with the look of her own body. Her body curved perfectly to fill out her new underwear in exactly the right places. The red thong, with black lace trimming fitted snugly in between the cheeks of her bottom and her bra pushed her
breasts into voluptuous curves creating a deep cleavage. The suspender belt accentuated her thin waist, yet drew the eyes down, across her milky white thighs to the deep black of her stockings.
Her legs appeared long and shapely, well toned, despite a lack of exercise lately. She had missed that but was looking forward to getting back into the swing of it.
She viewed herself from every angle. Satisfied, she slipped into her red dress, put on her black high heels, picking up her black handbag on her way through the hall and front door. It was 8.30pm exactly as she left the house to meet the arriving car. The driver got out, opened the door for her, closing it gently as she settled into the back seat.
Within 20 minutes the car meandered along a dark winding, tree lined drive. She became excited. Feeling a stirring inside her causing her to shuffle a little in her seat as she gazed more intently through the window into the darkness.
Suddenly the light hit her eyes, causing her to squint a little. The driver had opened her door by the time she recovered from the glare. Taking her hand, the driver gently guided her from the car to the main steps. With a hand gesture he directed her up to the entrance. She saw that the main door was already open, yet could see only darkness beyond. Her excitement and sense of expectation rose. “I haven't felt like this since....”, her thoughts wandered off into thoughts of the last date she'd had.
The gentle male voice whispering “welcome darling, do come join me” brought her back to the present. She beamed a smile at him as she moved toward him. Taking his arm, the touch and warmth of him stirred her. She knew that tonight was going to be a very satisfying evening for both of them.
He led her down the dimly lit corridor, absorbing the sight of her, he complimented her elegance and beauty. He told her that dinner was ready for them in the main drawing room and asked if she would like to choose the wine from the cellar. “Oh yes I would love to, thank you”, she replied.
As they descended the cellar steps, she held onto his arm to steady herself. With each step, the slightly damp, stale aroma of the cellar grew stronger. Looking around in the dim light, she could make out some of the cobwebs in the corners of the ceilings and between the beams. Her senses were heightening, her breathing growing heavier as she was becoming increasingly aroused.
He was looking at her body with every step she took. He could see and hear her stirrings, which delighted him.
“Are you wearing my gifts?” he asked her
“Oh yes, they are beautiful, they fit perfectly, thank you” she responded
Leaning forward he lifted her, taking her into his embrace. They kissed passionately, losing themselves in each others soft lips and mouths, tongues wildly mingling and exploring. His hands ran around and down her body, feeling the presence of his gifts adorning her smooth skin.
Deftly he unzipped her dress, stripping it from her. She pushed him away, not in rejection, but in the desire to display herself to him in his gifts.
He drank in the sight of her. His eyes travelling her the deep cleavage of her breasts, her slim waist and as she turned for him, her buttocks, neatly parting as she bent forward to expose the black lace between them.
.
He pushed her to lean her forward into the steps, legs straight, buttocks raised and parted. He lowered himself to her from behind, exploring her crevices with his tongue. Licking at the black lace, stroking at the edges of the material until it became wet with her juices. He explored her until she moaned with pleasure and delight.
But she wasn't satisfied, she wanted more, much more. Her senses began to overwhelm her, her nature took over, she couldn't fight it, she lost control. She was aware of what was happening at first, but couldn't stop it.
She turned swiftly, grabbing and ripping his shirt open. She was at his belly. Feeling a searing pain, within seconds he became drowsy and was slightly confused, not quite comprehending what she was doing, yet at the same time feeling extremely horny.
He was disorientated, she was on top of him and he was responding, making love to her. It was a strange feeling as he couldn't move his arms. Looking round, it dawned on him that they were both suspended from the old beams by white silky threads, which were also wrapped around his body, tying his arms to his torso.
For some reason, he realised that he didn't care. Looking at her beautiful body as she devoured his sex, was somehow sensual and comforting. He obliged her throughout the night, without resistance, without apparent exhaustion.
As dawn broke he felt another searing pain in his belly, before losing conciousness. She needed to rest.
Spinning a mesh hammock of white silk threads to lay in, she checked his silky ties were secure before relaxing into her webbed bed. A few hours rest was all she would need, she wanted him alive and warm for her next sensual feast, possibly the next two or three. He would be too drained
to sustain her appetite beyond that.
On that last thought, Sensual Slaughter felt into a deep sleep.
Sensual Slaughter
Copyright: Deanna Derbyshire – permission given to Kerry Santo under the Scarybirds 'banner' to
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Date: 3 October 2006
