## Archive-name: Seduction.of.a.Dream

From: bogus@bogus (Bogus)

Subject: STORY (new): Seduction of a Dream

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[The following is a love letter which I wrote several years ago to a woman I used to know. It was never sent. At the time I wrote it, all of it was true. Nothing ever happened between us, but we are still good friends. She's married now and living far away, but every now and then I find myself getting nostalgic... - Anonymous]

- anonymous -

You've cleverly eluded me for months now, never letting on whether you actually even noticed my pursuit. But I know you, and I know just how intelligent you are, and only a fool could've missed my last few attempts. Perhaps I've been too timid, too subtle; I know that you want a bold, strong man who can simply take you in his arms and have his way with you. And I could play that part, if only I knew I was the man you wanted to do it.

We've been spending so much time together lately, becoming very close friends, even sharing some intimacy. We've never actually called our nights out "dates", but how could they be anything else? I admire you as a person, because I feel that you are truly my equal, and perhaps my complement. Your mind is amazing, your wit sharp, and your ideals clear and strong. But I can have that part of you now, just as your friend. What I'm missing, and what I want now, is your body.

Does that surprise you? It really shouldn't. Despite your complaints, you must know how beautiful you are, and how you affect men. Maybe you honestly don't realize it, so let me explain. You're a strong, athletic-looking woman, which I find very attractive. More importantly, in spite of being very firm and trim, you've still got a very feminine figure. No masculine lines, no bulging muscles, but a beautifully curved, luxurious shape. You say that your breasts are too small. They may be small, but they're perfectly shaped, and fit the rest of your figure. Moving lower, my appreciative eyes come to rest at your waist. Very small, no more than 25 inches, giving you a definite hourglass figure, and accenting the fullness in other areas. Other areas, of course, meaning your gorgeous ass. You won't believe me when I say this, I know, because I've heard all of your complaints about having a flat ass. But I've been looking at you for a long time now, and you have one of the most perfectly shaped behinds I've ever seen on a woman. When you lie on one side, the way it flares from your slim waist has a remarkable effect on me, but you may never have noticed. I've been dreaming for a long time how wonderful it would be to trace the curve along your side, with my fingers, or better still with my mouth, moving slowly and pausing at all of the most sensuous areas.

But I'm hardly done. I said I would tell you exactly why I want you the way I do, and there's so much more to tell. Your legs are another very important reason. Long, strong, and smooth, yours are legs that any man would recognize as classics. Tapering from firm round thighs, and following yet another amazing curve, until we reach your delicate ankles. I could spend hours just stroking your legs, from top to bottom, learning the feeling of every inch.

I also am very attracted to your back, although that may sound strange. You remember, though, that it is one of the few places I have been allowed to touch you. A beautiful expanse of smooth skin, that I have felt pressed under my two hands. I don't think I'll ever forget the heat of your skin as I massaged you to sleep that night, my hands reaching as far as I dared down your sides, exploring all that you would allow and wishing I could continue all night.

And your face is beautiful, to me. You may well argue this; you might never be considered a classic beauty, since you don't have the fragile, delicate features that calls for. But your soft cheeks, sensuous lips, and scattered dimples are a truly striking combination. The blue-green of your eyes catches my attention every time I look at you, and sometimes it is hard for me to look away from you. Curly, blonde hair, sometimes out of control, sometimes beautifully arranged, completes a picture of a woman I could look at in appreciation for hours at a time. Do you understand now how much I want you? Whether you believe me or not, this is what I see when I look at you, and every time I see you, I find you even more attractive.

Let me indulge further, and tell you just what I envision for our first night together. This may always remain fantasy, but if you would consent, I would do all I could to make it reality.

I have invited you to my apartment for dinner. This is not unusual, but tonight we both know that the games have gone on long enough, and it is time for me to risk everything. There is a tension, although a rather pleasant one, which makes us all the more aware of each other throughout our meal. It is like nothing I ever prepared for you before, because I want this night to be like no other before. A large chef's salad, full of fresh meats and crisp vegetables, is our main course. I required something light, and although tasty, the meal does not require my attention. I would rather pay attention to you. With our salad, we have some wine, and slices of fresh, hot bread. We don't talk much during dinner, but my eyes are on you almost constantly. You seem slightly nervous, and you actually blush a few times as our eyes meet. I have been trying for a long time to shake your calm facade, and tonight I have succeeded. Dessert is simple; a bowl of fresh berries with heavy cream. No sugar is needed, because the berries themselves are so sweet. Cream and strawberry cling to your lips, and I contemplate for a moment kissing them clean, but it is still too early.

You begin to wash the dishes, as you usually do when visiting, but this time I persuade you to leave them alone. We are both being caught up in the evening, and I want nothing to spoil the mood. We move to the living room, each bringing a fresh glass of wine with us. You sit on the couch, expecting that we will watch a movie, as we often have before. But I have no such plans tonight. My plan calls for all of our attention to be focused on each other, and I sit beside you, closer than I ever have before. You seem uncertain for a moment, but you don't move away. I'm thankful, because even though I have resolved to follow you if needed, I don't want to seem to force myself on you. We sip our wine and listen to the radio, talking about what we have done in the last couple of days since seeing each other. Slowly, I reach out and rest my hand on your shoulder. You have worn my favorite outfit, perhaps to please me, and your shoulders are bare. Again, you hesitate, but then relax again, and after a moment I begin stroking your shoulders and the back of your neck.

After a few minutes have passed, without a word from either of us, I stop and finish the last of my wine. "I have been wanting, for a long time, to give you a serious massage," I say. "Will you let me?"

"What do you mean by 'serious'?" you ask.

"Very serious. I have massage oil in my room, and I want to give you a very thorough massage. I started once before, and you seemed to enjoy it, but we never got a chance to continue. You'll have to trust me, though, because you'll need to take your sweater off so I can work on your whole back." This is the moment where it could all fall apart. Always before, when I have touched you, it has been without your encouragement, as if you did not want to commit yourself to anything that happened. Now, I am asking you to reveal your body to me, and to give me control over you.

You seem to have trouble deciding, which doesn't surprise me. Then you look directly at me and confidently say, "Yes, I think that would be good."

"Come into the bedroom, then," I say, "and lie down." We both go to the bedroom, and I turn on one dim light. I make a pretense of glancing away for a moment as you remove your sweater, because I don't think I could trust myself if I looked at you now. You lie down, and I begin gently stroking your back and shoulders, until you relax and I can use firmer strokes. I knead the warm flesh of your back, occasionally concentrating on a small knot of muscle, until you are breathing deeply and occasionally making soft sounds of enjoyment. I reach to the night-table, and take out the oil. Sweet almond, a soothing, but potentially erotic scent. It is only room temperature, but I know it will be quickly warmed between my hands and your skin. You are startled by the first drops on your skin, but you relax again as my hands settle upon you. I work the oil in deeply, and your gentle purring sounds seem to come in time with the rhythm of my hands.

I no longer keep up the pretense of doing this therapeutically; by now, we both know that this massage is an erotic act, and we have both given ourselves over to it. I'm hoping it will lead to much more, and hoping that you want the same. I have increased the range of my strokes, and now my hands encircle your waist, holding you firmly as I move up your body, my fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts. Holding you that way, I lean over and kiss the back of your neck. A small shudder runs through you, letting me know that I have achieved yet another victory.

"You can stop me any time you want," I whisper to you, "but I don't think that I'm going to stop myself tonight. Now, may I do your legs, too?" You say nothing, but I'm certain you've heard me, as you reach your hands down and unbutton the white shorts you're wearing. "You don't have to do that," I say. "I can work around them with no trouble."

"There's no sense risking getting oil on them, and they're too tight anyway," you say into the pillow, as you raise your hips slightly.

"On anyone else, too tight. On you, perfect," I say with distinct feeling, as I slide them down over your gorgeous ass and legs. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that you are wearing a pair of very small panties, almost a G-string, and I wonder for a moment who is seducing whom tonight. I pause a moment, admiring the beautiful sight before me, and then drip some warm oil onto the backs of your thighs. I work my hands in long, deep strokes, occasionally closing my eyes and just feeling the perfect symmetry of your body, the firm muscles relaxing under my touch. I work down past the backs of your knees, to your calves, even stroking both heels briefly before moving back up. I don't stop at your thighs this time, but gently cup your smooth, full behind in my hands, brushing lightly over them and teasing at the edge of your panties.

Knowing that another opportunity has arrived, I pull off my own shirt and lean forward over you, until your back is pressed lightly against my chest. I kiss again on your neck, and then on the cheek that is turned toward me. I lie on my side next to you, and place my right hand on your hip, pulling so that you roll on one side, and our bodies press together along their entire length. My right arm goes around your waist, pulling you even tighter against me, and then I begin stroking your hip and stomach. You have complained before about having a soft stomach, but I can only think of how wonderful it will feel to kiss you there. My hand moves up, slowly, and you gently grasp my wrist. I am afraid that you are going to stop me, but you just leave your hand on mine as I cup one breast. A soft moan, barely more than a breath, escapes your lips, and I feel you tense. I'm certain that you can feel my growing erection, which is pressed against your bottom. I stroke both breasts, teasing your nipples into hardness, and knowing now that there is nothing that will stop us tonight.

You have been passive throughout, although clearly enjoying my actions, and it is apparent to me that I must continue to be the aggressor. It isn't a role that I'm used to, but I am finding it very easy, and very rewarding. I move away slightly, then pull you toward me, so that you are now lying on your back looking up at me. I look into your eyes, and I am rewarded by a look of deep pleasure. I hold your gaze, and you seem to stop breathing for a moment until I lower my lips to yours kissing you firmly and trying to make the kiss last all night. For a moment it occurs to me that it is rather strange, to have you virtually nude in my bed, my hands exploring your body, before our first kiss, but that isn't important to me. We hold each other tightly and continue to kiss. Your lips are beautifully sweet, but I want more, and gently kiss your forehead, nose, eyelids, and cheeks. I move over your chin, and begin kissing your throat, as you tip your head back to allow me control over you.

With my lips occupied above, my hands slip down your body, firmly grasping your ass and pressing you against me. You mirror my actions, and for a moment we are locked like that, with me practically devouring your throat and our hips grinding against each other. It would be so easy to lose control now, but I've been dreaming of going to bed with you for so long, I refuse to let it end so suddenly. Gasping, I break our embrace for a moment. "You are even more beautiful than I'd ever realized," I tell you, "and I hope you aren't planning on sleeping tonight."

"You still have your shorts on," you say, and tug at them suggestively. Without taking my eyes from yours, I untie them and toss them in the general direction of the laundry basket. Clothing can wait until morning; our bodies can't. I move on top of you, and your legs part, allowing me to rest comfortably between them. We are much less frantic than a moment before, but there is no question about the urgency of our embrace, and the growing heat radiating from both of us. Having memorized the taste of your neck, I move down further, until I have your left nipple in my mouth. Your hands run up and down the length of my back, pressing at the back of my head as I suck deeply at your breast, then gently take the nipple between my teeth. I don't want to hurt you, but I can tell that you aren't looking for gentleness right now, and I tease you with a quick bite. The effect is spectacular. You moan sharply, and wrap your legs tightly around me.

And I continue moving downward. I kiss my way across your stomach, pausing at the soft spot you think is so terrible. I plan to make you appreciate it as an asset, but I have more urgent needs right now. Stopping just at the edge of your panties, I grasp the thin strand of elastic and look at you. "I'm serious now," I say, and I am. "Stop me now, if you want, because after this it's too late." You just continue to meet my gaze, not saying anything, but your eyes speak to me. "I'm waiting," I tell you. "I have to hear it from you."

"Do it."

Trying to appear confident, I untangle your legs from around my back, and take the waistband in both hands. I consider just ripping your panties off, but they might be your favorite pair. Instead, I slide them down slowly over the entire perfect length of your legs. Once they are off, I dare look at you again. You are now completely naked, and truly the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. The heat of the night and our passion have filmed your entire body with perspiration. Your nipples are hard, and begging for further attention. Your face could redefine the word "desire". And now I look for the first time, and see neatly trimmed blonde hair surrounding the most beautiful, most inviting opening I've ever seen. I return my lips to where they were a moment ago, and continue working my way down.

My first taste of you is nothing short of heaven. I kiss gently at the outer folds of flesh, and then slip my tongue inside you. You are as hot and wet as any woman can be, and incredibly sweet. I lap at you slowly, sometimes just kissing, sometimes driving my tongue as deep inside of you as it will go, and enjoying the beautiful sounds you make in response. I tease that way for a long time, trying to learn all the right spots to make you feel good. You are such a sensuous woman, though, that you respond beautifully to almost everything I can do to you, and I decide it's time to see if I can finish satisfying you orally. I want to make you come, because it's the only thing I know that can make a woman as beautiful as you even more beautiful. I don't expect that you will be an easy woman to please, especially on my first try, but I'm determined to do it. I want to guarantee that you'll be back for more. After a moment of probing, I find what I'm looking for, almost hidden under its fleshy hood, and tease your clitoris out into the open with my tongue and fingers. Once revealed, I begin flicking it lightly with my tongue, then take it between my lips and suck at it for a few seconds. I alternate techniques, while I continue to probe inside you with two fingers, and you seem to be inching along the path to a beautiful orgasm. You seem to be on the verge of crying out, but you smother it. "It's okay. Make all the noise you want. We're the only ones here, and I want to hear your pleasure."

I return to my task, and now you seem to be well on your way. Your moans are louder and faster, and your fingers are tangling restlessly in my hair. I push a third finger into you, and clamp my lips on your clitoris, whipping my tongue back and forth over it. I know I've achieved my goal as time stands still for just a moment. Your legs stiffen, your hands press my face even further into you, and a long, low moan fills the room. It is the most erotic sound I've ever heard, and the sound alone is almost enough to make me come. Time starts moving again, as your body relaxes and you try to catch your breath. I place a few more kisses on your inner thighs, enjoying the little tremor that goes through you each time, then wipe some of the excess moisture from my face and take you in my arms again. When we've both calmed down a little, I ask if you'd like another glass of wine.

"What about you?" you ask, gently grasping my throbbing erection through my underwear.

"Let that cool a moment. I want you badly, but I wouldn't last half a minute now. Wine?"

"Yes, thanks. And then..."

"Yes, and then." I grin at you, glad to see that you are more than willing to go on, and go get us another glass of wine.

We rest for maybe ten minutes, hardly speaking, just sipping our wine and touching each other. By now, the pressure in my groin has lessened slightly, and I'm ready to start again. Noticing the direction of my glance, you drain your glass, and then take mine from me. Walking to my dresser, you strike a deliberately seductive pose, which has the desired effect on me, and then return to the bed. "I have a feeling this is going to be good," you say.

"I've got exactly the same feeling," I reply, and push you down again under me. Finally, I remove my own underwear. You are looking intently at me, but if you are surprised, you don't give any sign. I settle myself between your legs again, so that the tip of my rod is pressing against the entrance. Kissing you deeply, I ask, "Are we ready?"

"Yes, we're ready."

I hold my breath for a moment and begin to push into you. I expect little resistance, after opening you with my tongue and fingers earlier, but I can't remember ever before entering a woman with such silky smoothness, and such an exquisite pressure holding me. I move into you slowly, and rest for a moment once I'm fully inside you. This is a moment that I want to remember always, after dreaming about it for so long. Just as slowly, I begin to move back out of you, and then I start a regular stroking motion. I enjoy going deeply into you, and then pulling almost all the way out again, and the way you are now meeting my thrusts, this must be the way you like it, too. With all the excitement leading up to now, I don't expect to last long, so I stop and rest after a dozen strokes or so, kissing you and sucking at your breasts while I get myself back under control.

We continue this way, resting occasionally, for only a few minutes before I know I can't hold out much longer. "I can't take this much longer. I'm going to come, and I'm not going to be able to hold it back. Hold onto me!" I gasp, and begin really driving into you. We hold each other tight, and you continue trying to meet my thrusts until I get completely beyond control. I feel like some sort of animal now, aware of nothing but passion and a need to be deep inside you. I'm panting now, from exertion and excitement, and I can feel sweat running down my back. Each time I pound into you, I am rewarded with a small cry of pleasure. Finally, the dam within me breaks, and my entire body is filled with pleasure. I drive into you one last time and stay there, pumping my orgasm deep into you and pressing you as tightly against my chest as I can.

In a moment it's over, but I have no desire to pull out of you. I want to lie here on top of you, feeling your warm body and your strong heartbeat under me. I'm convinced that there can be no better feeling for a man, and I want it to last. If you want me to move you'll tell me, but for now, I'll just let myself go to sleep like this.

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