Minx's blog: "Stories"

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.

An erotic night in which she had planned As I gave in to her every demand Her skin like milk and body so cold My soul once mine has now been sold Her eyes they glowed in the pitch black room With a smile on her face to seal my doom Her nails so sharp she scraped down my chest My blood then trickled onto her breasts We shared our blood in the passion and fire A taste so sweet that we both now desire I can see her face in every candle flame All I ask is to know her name I knew right then we were meant to be because the girl I loved was cursed like me For she hates the morning and loves the night Our lust increase's by the fires light She hunts like an animal as she stalks her prey For the victim she gets will never see another day She fed on the innocent and her feelings were blind Until she confronted another of her kind It was I she had met and with no regret We pierced each other to start the bloodlet Our wounds so deep the blood would not stop We kept our lips locked and enjoyed every drop A whole new world that she didn't see We now share together for all eternity

Your tongue burns my cool skin like molten flame, As you pierce my soul I silently scream your name, I kiss your lips and taste your bloodied soul, Feel the blood engorge us and make our love whole, You come to me silently on wings of blackest night, Consuming my heart with your dark lover's bite. Joyously my blood gushes forth and splashes your face, As my fevered body you now so passionately embrace, My soul sings your black desires in endless refrain, My dark angel lover you make pleasure such sweet pain.