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STOLEN PLEASURES !
Dropping the latch silently behind her, she slipped out into the cool night and started down the path.
A hunters moon threw a sensual amber light over the tops of the hedgerows and gently lit the pathway ahead.
This had to be the most wicked thing she'd ever thought of doing, and she shuddered at the thought of her gentle husband finding out. The betrayal of trust would be too much for him. She loved him deeply and would do anything for him. But she knew she had to do this, it was the only way to keep her frustration at bay.
Greg was such a lovely guy too, she just knew he'd keep their pact secret. She'd been surprised at how readily he'd agreed to her proposal. His eyes had twinkled with barely concealed wickedness and he'd kissed her on the cheek there and then. She'd blushed as he'd kissed the other cheek and giggled as he'd whispered in her ear that he'd meet her tonight in the little wood at the bottom of the village. "You won't be disappointed love", he'd breathed in her ear so nobody else in the bar could hear. "I won't let you down".
Casting her mind back she realised it was indeed the biggest one she'd ever seen. It had hung slightly to the left, swelling seductively and at the end there formed a delicate, tempting flower.
It was almost begging to be opened, poised in mid-furl. Ha,ha! She'd soon sort that out. She had grinned to herself and thought secretly of holding it in her hands, of caressing it's velvet hardness.
She could barely contain herself. Would he turn up at all? Maybe she'd asked too much, too soon.
Nervously entering the woodland, she tip-toed along the path now dappled with moonlight, broken by the waving branches and foliage above. She prayed it would be enough cover. Her heart raced and her breath became laboured. Her palms began to sweat in anticipation.
Into the grassy clearing now, she hesitated. He was nowhere to be seen. Her heart sank for a moment, then 'snap'! a twig broke under the pressure of an unseen foot. For a moment she felt scared. Who was it in the trees, concealed from view? Was it him? What if someone else came instead... or as well? What if they were playing games with her! She shuddered at the thought and pulled the cotton shawl around her body, covering her shapely figure.
Out of the corner of her eye stepped a man wearing a dark cloak. She almost jumped out of her skin and let out a surprised cry. "Ssshhhh"... the man wrapped his hand around her mouth and repeated the urgent "Sssshh"! It was Greg, looking extremely dashing in the heavy cloak and long leather boots. “Let’s do this my way” he whispered. “Close your eyes”.
She did as she was told. For a moment nothing happened. Then she could hear him fumbling about under the cloak and her heart rate picked up. She prayed they wouldn’t get caught and listened intently for sounds of someone approaching.
It was silent as he placed it in her now outstretched hands. It was heavier than she’d expected, smoother perhaps, the ridges less defined. But the little flower still sat there, tempting her hand. As she lifted the folds aside it opened to reveal the sweetness of its moist nectar.
He sighed with pleasure as he watched her grasp it’s fullness, and as she pulled firmly, the flower was gone in an instant. She stroked the slightly ridged length, the skin felt like no other, suppliant yet urging, still growing.
It had a scent, a delicious fragrance that greeted her eager mouth as she took the end between her lips and slid a few inches into her salivating mouth. In one go it disappeared, followed by another few raw, velvety inches.
She fell to her knees and worked feverishly, almost obscenely.
Licking her lips she gathered up the stray juices, the clear sticky juices that flowed from the flesh of the beast. She had to remove all traces.
Her fingers wiped her chin as her mouth filled with a quantity of flesh beyond her wildest dreams.
As he watched her swallowing in great gulps, he continued to feed her hunger.
A thrill travelled down his spine as he watched her obvious satisfaction. Her secret was safe with him he thought.
Mayhap she’d come to him again soon, when the next Giant Vegetable Growers' competition was held.
Her husband did so love winning, and her neighbour was extremely good at growing zucchini.
Tonight, they’d truly stolen the show!
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Posted by tantrictouch on 2008-07-15 17:33:57 | Rating: | Views: 129
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Wel done hun, you really had me going there.xxx
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Posted by misselusive
on 2008-07-16 08:51:18
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Oooh good. I lost track of whether it was convincing or not, after I'd written the ending...lmao xxxx
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Posted by tantrictouch
on 2008-07-16 09:05:19
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Great job tantric! Gotta love 'food-erotica' haha, keep it up hun! :D
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Posted by spiritualcoma
on 2008-07-17 00:51:26
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Thanks ComaJoe! hehee... ideas are forming all the time... I think i must be oversexed or something!! Why can't I write about fairies or goblins?
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Posted by tantrictouch
on 2008-07-17 09:40:54
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That was great...
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Posted by DouglasMB
on 2008-07-17 10:22:29
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I have to lend you a book or two that i know you will love!
(no not gardeners world ;) )
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Posted by missmarie
on 2008-07-17 14:19:28
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Cheers Douglas! xx
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Posted by tantrictouch
on 2008-07-21 04:50:49
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Hi missmarie! I might have one or two to swap with you thn ;)
xx love you xx
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Posted by tantrictouch
on 2008-07-21 04:51:29
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