A Deadly Seduction

The first time I see you, you're at L' Autre Femme (The Other Woman), a lesbian restaurant and bar. I hear you come in and look up from my newspaper. Sauntering up to the bar, you give skin to two other women and order a Bloody Mary. My eyes follow the glass as you place it up to your lips and then move down to catalog the movement of your throat when you swallow. It gives me a sudden thrill to watch and I take note of the immaculate skin as an unseen Adams's apple makes ripples on the calm, smooth surface. Chills fall across my shoulders and sprinkle down my back. You seem so confident and self assured. I gaze at your perfectly proportioned body, covered in a tight fitting white blouse tucked into tight fitting faded blue Levis with jet black stiletto heels, and a smiling, wide open face. You are just so lovely... so beautiful...and I suddenly want to know you.

You talk with your companions at the bar but at the same time, I notice that you notice me. Each time you turn around our eyes meet, and you give me such a sensual look. You whisper something to one of your friends, a tough looking girl with tattoos, and then you both turn toward me and giggle. I look down and pretend to read the newspaper but the words blur and I can't concentrate on them anymore. Good Lord, I'm sweating! What a dead giveaway.

You approach me, ask if you can sit at my table. I look up into your soft eyes, simply stunned by your full beautiful face. We talk about nothing in particular which is lucky for me since I can't concentrate on anything. Other thoughts keep crowding into my mind, such as, what would that smooth neck of yours feel like in my hands? And what if I were to squeeze it — would you swoon or struggle? It's impossible to tell. I've experienced both reactions. Do you see my eyes moving across the smooth landscape your gorgeous throat? I'm feeling overwhelmed and try for stealth but you confirm that you did see me taking small peeks by placing three of your lovely fingers against the perfect skin at the front of your neck while your eyes peer into mine. I have been caught! My desires discovered! My face turns red to confirm your suspicions, but you only smile at me and reach your arm across the table. I quickly put my hand over yours.

"I'm right around the corner, hon. Want to get a bottle and come on over? Don't worry baby, I won't bite..." Then under your breath I hear you whisper, "too hard." I wonder if those words were meant for my ears. It sounded like a mutter made to yourself. You leave with bottle in hand and me in tow. You probably think you're reeling me in. If you only knew.

You live on the top floor and there a nice deck with a western view. Already the sun is sinking low and where it sets, the sky is bleeding crimson. You stand in front of the window, your body a curvaceous silhouette, and open the top button of your blouse and give your throat a slow sensual caress, your fingers moving across a curving terrain of natural velvet, the skin so smooth that my knees become weak. An erotic fatigue sweeps through my body. The air is thick with sensuality and you give me one of those smiles of yours, so full of promise.

We drink our wine on the deck. You have some wicker chairs with pillows and we bask in the warmth of the setting sun. You look relaxed, your gorgeous legs up on the railing but I'm getting more anxious by the minute. Finally I stand and say to you, "I'm going in, Terrie...you coming?"

You're right on my heels and catching up to me, you steer me in the direction of your bedroom and my heart beats fast with anticipation.

Your fingers reach for the top button of my blouse and they brush the skin of my throat. You touch the lowest crease on my neck before continuing to the second button whispering, "Mmmm — soft."

We disrobe each other and suddenly both your hands encircle my throat. "You do have a lovely neck, Michelle." and I turn red again. "It's really so nice and warm, the most beautiful part of any woman's body, don't you think?"

I mumble some unintelligible words and you seal my mouth with a soul kiss. You keep your fingers fastened to my throat as you push me backwards on the bed with your luscious body. We kiss furiously for a moment then you put your weight on one elbow and begin squeezing my neck with your free hand. Leaning your head to the side you watch me struggling for breath. I can see your smile and feel your fingers submerge themselves into the soft, ringed flesh of my throat. My tongue waves and your grin becomes wider. Securing a grip on your wrist, I hang on while I let you have your way with my neck. You look ecstatic and my clitoris burns with a sweet, slow fire. As I begin to sink into a swirling black mist, I think I can hear you shrieking but it sounds as though it's coming from a great distance. I feel my own orgasm coming on but I'm rapidly losing consciousness.

I awaken in your arms, not even aware that I was out, and you're kissing my face while you whisper, more to yourself than to me, "Oh baby...you beautiful, beautiful baby...I just killed you sweetie...was it as good for you as it was for me?" I guess that last part was directed to me after all.

You pour us each another glass of wine and turn on some music and we lie about in bed, gabbing and laughing and fooling around. Your kisses pepper my face and throat and I grow warm again, my personal fires blazing. Stroking and licking my throat turns me on even more and you giggle.

"You certainly do like this, don't you Michelle...me stroking this gorgeous skin on your throat..."

"Yes, baby," I say, interrupting you. "I love it!"

"So do I." you tell me in a seductive voice and launch another attack with your tongue. You slowly lower your invasion to my breasts, licking my areolas and sucking on my nipples until they become like little hot berries, bursting with pleasure. You send the fire of your saliva down to my belly and into my navel. I'm grabbing on to you, pulling your hair and trying to press my pussy against your body, somewhere...anywhere...

My face is mashed into the smooth flesh of your intoxicatingly beautiful breasts and I can't kiss them enough! I begin thrashing around so much that you feel it might be dangerous to venture into my secret garden. And then, without any direct clitoral stimulation, I come in a sudden flood of passion, climaxing over and over as you wrap up my body with yours and hold me so tight that I can barely breath.

"Make me breathless, honey." I hear you say as if in a dream but it rouses me from my reverie. You stand before me in a silky blue lingerie, sheer stockings encasing your long, lovely legs and stiletto heels. I'm wide awake now — you look so hot, Terrie! Taking a seductive, swishy walk to the closet, you remove the longest necktie that I've ever seen. It's also blue, quite narrow and made out of silk. You return to the side of the bed and hand me the tie, your blue eyes black with passion.

I already know what I want to do. Forming a slipknot, I put the loop over your head and roll you onto your back. Your heels clatter as they hit the floor. Passing the length of the tie through the metal bars at the head of the bed, I ask you to turn on your side for a moment so I can place the rest of the tie behind you. I then roll you back over it. The end part of the tie is between your legs and I grab it, pulling it taunt. It slips into the crack of your ass and I give it an upward pull, wrapping it around your sweet cunt, nestling among the soft folds of your labia and atop your smoldering clitoris. Hmmm, nice.

I start on your flawless neck, flooding it with all of my passion. I shed a tear for its beauty which drops dead in the center of your larynx, followed by my lips and I anoint that place where the tie will dig in to take away your breath. I haven't even begun choking you and already I can hear your moans. Cupping your throat in my hand, I can feel your pulse, racing along. You life speeds through that gorgeous ringless column, vying with its unseen companion, your frantic breath. Both will be required of you, I'm afraid. I then move down to your perfect breasts. Oh baby, those tits of yours overwhelm me with their sexy loveliness. I press into them with my face and blindly drop my burning kisses, then blaze a trail across the soft terrain of your belly and lift the tie from your clitoris; it's standing at attention and I suck it hard with my mouth. You moan and shout with delight.

"Oh Michelle, you sweet, darling girl! Oh God! Oh yes...yessss...!"

I give the tie its initial tug but you don't respond. I pull harder and you gasp as your fingers start to play with your own nipples. I gradually pull more and more and the tie drags itself all the way to the top of your neck and you gag a little. Removing your hands from your nipples, you take them to your throat. You're not exactly struggling, not yet anyway, but your brain sends an involuntary command for your hands to investigate the pressure that your precious throat is beginning to feel. You touch the tie and the ringless skin on your neck. I sometimes wonder why nature would create such a beautiful, voluptuous and utterly defenseless area on our bodies, a place of so many delightful operations such as swallowing and breathing, of vessels and veins for our blood to flow, connecting our intellect with our bodily sensations, a terrible important place and all it takes is a flashing knife or a little pressure to bring this wellspring of life to a sudden and abrupt end. Nature has made our existence fragile and tenuous, so easy to remove. It feels good to me and it feels good to you when we strangle each other. What a cruel hoax Mother Nature has played upon us. Our passion is so intense and dangerous.

My face, buried in your Venus garden, is driving you crazy. I pull harder and your muscles freeze up, becoming very rigid. A shudder runs through your body. You can no longer breathe, and struggle to regain sufficiency. The tie around your beautiful throat is like a claw at your larynx and your mouth is wide open now, grimacing in a soundless strangle. I continue my feast as you struggle and squirm which only makes me more excited. I lap up the juice from your cunt with my eager, insatiable tongue. Your fingers fight uselessly against the silk necktie as you experience this unique, lateral style of hanging. I keep on pulling...your body moving closer and closer to the head bars of your bed. The silk slipknot pushes the underside of your jaw, nearly closing your mouth but the tip your tongue appears between the two petals of your lips. Your face is ashen with little splashes of blue playing about your lips.

I suddenly feel your hands pulling my hair and I scream in pain and bite at your vagina. I'm pulling the tie as hard as I can now. My how you struggle, honey! You seem to do it with your whole body, every muscle is flexed, every cell is screaming. You suddenly lift your pelvis as another shudder runs through your body, flooding first my tongue then my whole mouth with delicious come and I choke on it as you choke on death. You can see it now, if only with your mind's eye, that swirl of black mist that envelopes your body. You watch your own death as it takes you and voraciously devours you until you're nothing but a sweet memory.

Your body twitches and quivers slightly and I remove the tie from your neck. Being placed so high on the darling column left most of it untouched. Your neck, still sexy and beautiful, Terrie. My gift to you. I go into the bathroom and splash some water on my face and gaze into the mirror. In another minute I'm putting on my shoes, the urge to flee being suddenly overpowering. I make my way down your darkened windswept street, haunted by winter shadows, and vanish into the icy heart of the city.