Erotic Denial

 I entered the room unobtrusively.  Being as shy as I am, public gatherings of any type caused me great deal of stress and anxiety.  I scanned the room casually trying to appear at ease.  Then I saw her. 
lovestoeuch: Striding across the room, looking like the goddess Aphrodite, whom as a mere mortal I could not deign to approach.  My eyes were drawn by her legs, and a visage so lovely, it would make a bishop kick out a stained-glass window, renounce his vows, and end up in sexual addiction therapy. Trying to appear engaged in the conversation and not as the stalker I was, I surrestipoulsy joined the group and started to profane intense interest in the origin of cosmetics. 
She startled me, by speaking directly to me, mentioning that it was refreshing to see a man so sexually confident as to admit an interest in cosmetics.  It was obvious to me that she recognized my ploy.  Smiling, she suggested I sit with her to continue our conversation in a semblance of privacy.
 With a pounding heart and a mouth so dry I could not speak, I just nodded my head like a buffoon bobble head parody of a politician and quickly agreed.  
As we sat, she turned and smiled and said my name is Ms Jessica.  Blushing, I replied stammering out my name is Asia.  Ms Jessica asked if she made me nervous.  I replied I felt like the French must’ve felt watching the Germans march up the Champ D’Elyse.
 She asked “the question is do you want to be conquered or you going to put up a good fight?”  Mesmerized by this lovely apparition I was slow to respond to her playful banter.  She suddenly stated she was cold and to cover up my lack of mental acuity, quickly pulled a blanket over the two of us, insulating us into our own private world.
 Ace and Lucky tata’s strolled over with Jemmie tottering unsteadily beside them.  Jemmie is a sweet girl, but what was she thinking with those monstrous implants?  Is she turned quickly; she blotted out the sun, as if there was a sudden eclipse.  

    All of a sudden under the blanket, I felt Ms Jessica’s fingernails lightly caress my thigh.  She whispered in my ear “MsAlly has a rule in this room; you’re not allowed to wear pants.  I think you’re going to need some…  reeducation”, and giggled softly.  I protested I was wearing shorts, and did not know about the rules.  She arched an eyebrow and replied that shorts were an abbreviation for short pants.
“What do you think Ace?  I think this boy needs punishing.”  As they continued conversing, I felt her hand wandering, probing my defenses.  I squirmed uneasily and Jemmie asked if I was alright.  I replied I thought I might be coming down with something, that I was aching and felt almost sickly. And then, I’m not sure but I thought I saw her put panties in her purse.
 And then, her hand found the opening she had been searching for.  I felt so…. violated, invaded.  I knew how the Chinese must’ve felt when they saw the Mongols breaching the Great Wall.  My defenses were shattered, my clothes ripped asunder. The tattered remnants dropped to my feet.
 Ms Jessica stood and extended her hand.  “Would you like to dance?”  She stood there smiling, waiting, and knowing full well my predicament.  I sat there helpless, covered just by the blanket, and hampered by lack of blood flow.  Ms Jessica started to slowly writhe, and sensually sway her hips.
 Tiffy and Pothead came over and a crowd soon gathered.  I felt like a cobra watching a snake charmer.  Ms Jessica kept her eyes locked on mine, smiling an enigmatic smile, knowing exactly what she was doing.  Her body was undulating, teasing, provoking, and causing a ripple of reactions around the room.
It was a sensuous dance such as I’d never seen.  Faces were flushed, breathing was heightened, all conversations stopped.  It was as if we all were frozen in time and space.  Captured by her spell and her dance, we were helpless victims of the moment.  And then…. she stopped.
 There was a peculiar stillness, like a black hole in time.  Everyone was afraid to move, to inadvertently erase the memory of her movements.

 The next thing I know everything went black.  I guess the lack of blood flow to my brain, had caused me to lose consciousness.  When I came to, she was bent over me with a worried look on her face.  She was tracing my lips with her finger, and I could smell a sweet succulent scintillating scent.  Through the foggy recesses of my mind I tried to place it. 

     Was it ambrosia? Was it nirvana or nectar of the gods?  But then I knew.  She had dipped her finger in herself and used it as smelling salts to revive me.  As long as I live, I will never forget that heavenly aroma.  I knew it would haunt me until the day I died.
 She sat back down beside me, and the party seemed to ebb and flow around us.  People were stealing glances at her but afraid to approach her.  It was as if she and I were in our own little world.
     She cuddled up next to me under the blanket, firmly grasping me in her hand.  “I think you’ve learned not to question me now, and I hope if we ever meet again, you will behave appropriately.  I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and that my punishment wasn’t too …hard on you.”  And she giggled at her pun.
 She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.  As she kissed, she stroked my rigidity, matching the rhythms of her tongue, with the rhythms of her hand.  She gathered my clothes and stuffed them in her purse and gave me one final squeeze with her hand.  And then she left.
I was dazed and in a state of confusion.  Conflicting emotions ran through me.  I felt like an object. I had been used like a toy. I felt violated, I felt invaded, I, I… wondered if she would ever sit with me again.

This was well put together by Asia, an adorable friend of mine that I speak with often. He is such a doll!! I hope you all enjoy this story of his half as much as I did.

Thank you very much Asia.

Stay sweet. *kisses you on top of your head*

Ms Jessica

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