I’d love to play a game with you.
The name of the game I have in mind is Slow Seduction.
La séduction lente.
Would you like to know the rules?
First, I make you comfortable, and then I ply you with some champagne. Something special, with more than just a touch of elegance. A bottle of Bollinger, I think; maybe the ‘95 RD.
Then we’ll sit side by side on the big leather sofa as we sip the chilled Bollinger, the shadows cast by the candles flickering on the wall behind us, the sound of sultry saxophones oozing from the concealed speakers. And we’ll talk.
Just talk.
We can talk about whatever you care to. We can talk about your life, or mine. We can talk about politics or literature or science or the cinema. In this game, it’s not so important what we talk about. It’s the fact that we’re talking that matters. Because underneath the conversation will be a layer of delicious anticipation, simmering as the charge in the atmosphere between us builds. You’ll be able feel it in the air. You’ll be able to watch it shifting my expression. You’ll be able to see it in my eyes, eyes that will be watching you so carefully, undressing you before I’ve laid a single finger upon your flesh.
Eyes that will be watching patiently for an opening.
And it will come.
When it does, I’ll move close to you, take the champagne flute from your hand and place it on the table in front of us. And then I’ll kiss you, slowly, softly, our lips barely brushing together as I stroke my fingertips down the side of your face and your neck. Perhaps you’ll shiver as my fingers slip down into the enticing opening of your blouse. You’ll hardly feel my touch as I unbutton it down its length, as I peel it apart to reveal your breasts. Perhaps you’ll gasp a little as I cradle one beautiful breast in my hand. If you do, I’ll kiss you a little more firmly, with greater passion, melding your lips with mine, moulding your yielding breast to my grasp. I’ll be able to feel your nipple growing harder against the centre of my palm. That will be the encouragement for me to coax your shy tongue forward with my own, as I run my fingers along the upslope of your breast, peeling the lacy cup of your bra down a little, just enough to reveal the taut crown that lies beneath, so that I can circle it slowly with a single fingertip.
By now, I’ll want to kiss the side of your neck too, slowly making my way down to the point where it meets your collarbone, so that I can feel the warmth and the smoothness of your skin against my face, so that I can breathe in the subtle scents of your perfume. And while I’m losing myself in the sensations of you, I’ll ease your blouse from your shoulder, follow it with the thin strap of your bra, and then ease the cup down fully to bare your breast, so that I can take its soft, warm nakedness in my hand….
Of course, that’s only the start of the game. The very beginning. This is a game that can lead to so much more. It’s a game that we can play for hours and hours.
So tell me: does my game arouse your interest sufficiently?
Is it a game you’d like to play with me as well?
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the thought of being slowly seduced…by someone who speaks as you do…most definitely your game arouses my interest…look forward to playing with you
I’m delighted to hear it, Kimmie…
~EA
EA…please let me be your lover…
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With pleasure, AS…
~EA
Delicious, utterly delicious - just enough to whet this girl’s appetite. Do please continue with the next course…
Then having successfully served the appetizer, Experimentress, I shall prepare the table to receive the main course…
~EA
Slow and sensual. Fast and furious. Same coin, different sides. You know them both so well…Thanks
Lovely of you to think so, Aurea…
~EA
hmmmm…. (dreamy smile, biting my lip slightly)
Mmmm. One of my very favourite expressions for a woman…
~EA
La seduction lente….
I think I could play by these rules…..
Then let the game commence, Jasmine…
~EA
Please, please continue. This is one luscious game. You’ve made me so anxious. The really delicious kind of anxious.
I want more…..now.
If not now…then hopefully very, very soon.
My sincere thanks,
Elyse
I’m glad I’ve made you that delicious kind of anxious, Elyse. And don’t worry - the game’s just getting started…
~EA
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I don’t know.
The fact that I’m sitting in my uni common room, looking flustered and needing a sip of water might be saying something.
I think I’d have to read a bit more…
Who’s teasing who now, Giti?
~EA
I would love to play your game, erotic, passionate and sensual - It arouses my interest very much…
That’s all that I ask, Ellie - and all that I want…
~EA
Only just discovered your wonderful blog…
…this game has already left an aching want within…the kind that’s part pleasure, part pain.
Welcome, Cath. Now that you’ve found your way here, I hope you’ll stay a while. If you do, perhaps you’ll permit me to try and soothe that ache within … or enhance it a little, according to your desire…
~EA
Mmmm, something about this story gives me the tingles, good tingles of course
xxx
I always try to make the tingles here good ones, Tara…
~EA
La séduction lente…
How lovely it would be to have you slowly seduce me…
Mmm.
I suspect it would a lovely experience for me as well, SP…
~EA
Delicious, just delicious… anticipation is all.
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Yes, it is, Pixie. Nothing feeds the appetite, or enhances the pleasure of the feast, quite like anticipation…
~EA
Ah you wicked , wicked man!!
Seduce my mind, you have my body!
Your games are the ones that I long to play.. with any man smart enough to play.
How delightful to read your words.. and find there is someone who might actually understand the game.. and be fun to play with!!
I try, Lea. I try…
~EA
I’m game!
I had a sneaking feeling you would be, Lolly…
~EA