“Where are your sensitive places?” He asked. “Where are the places that when I kiss or lick drive you insane? Not the obvious places. Other places.”
She thought for a moment.
“The insides of my legs, the underside of my arm, my earlobe—oh that has me drooling—but not my stomach because I’m so ticklish. But it has to be the right touch at the right time.”
“You’re very particular, I can see. What is the right touch and when is the right time? How do I know?”
“You’ll know it because you will feel the goose bumps on my skin, hear my sucking in air, feel the shivering of my body. The right time is trickier. It’s obviously not just after you’ve broken my favourite vase, for example. You have to be intuitive.”
“What does that mean? I mean, I know what the word means, but how does it relate to you?”
She sat back on her haunches and thought for a moment.
“It’s not something you can cultivate. You’re either intuitive or not intuitive, it seems to me.”
“And am I intuitive?”
“I believe you are. You know when I’m sad, even if I don’t tell you. That’s intuition.”
“So when it comes to touching you or licking you in sensitive areas, how does intuition play a part?”
“Well an intuitive man knows when he is kissing or touching in a woman’s sensitive areas because of the very subtle reaction that comes from her. Some men are so engrossed in their own pleasure that they fail to pick up those signals. It might be a soft gasp, a tiny tremor, a look of pleasure on a woman’s face—all signs that an intuitive man will pick up as he makes love to a woman. He also senses the right time—she might bring him a drink, for example, and he might thank her by kissing the inside of her wrist after she has placed the drink. It says so much more than a simple thank you. But he knows that she won’t want fake moments of romance. She will know if you’re faking it. Better to do or say nothing at all than to fake it.”
“So basically it’s a minefield, the world of love and seduction?”
“I guess it is. But you mustn’t give up on love. It’s worth it in the end if you get it right.”
She rolled over on the bed, her naked body making his heart race, even though they had just made love. He ran his hand down the curve of her back and over the gentle slope of her ass. He could never tire of touching that ass of hers. He remembered what she had said about the inside of her legs. Leaning over he ran his tongue delicately over the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. Was it the right touch at the right time?
She laughed softly.
“I like that you listened to what I said. Some people pay lip service to other people’s conversations—nodding at appropriate intervals but not hearing the actual words. It’s refreshing to have someone listen and remember. But then you seem the type of person who has intuition about these things.”
“I like to think I do. But really I’m just as confused as everyone else—stumbling along in the dark and trying not to cause offence. Sometimes I get it right. Other times I make a big mess of it all. Do these rules of seduction apply in reverse?”
“What do you mean? Oh for men? Well only you can answer that.”
He stopped touching her thighs and rolled on to his back.
“Well we have sensitive places too, and yes, I guess that intuition is a great asset in a woman too.”
“So where are your most sensitive spots—the places that causes a spasm in your groin, that sexually arouse you?”
He paused, thinking.
“Give me your hand and I will show you. I don’t know if these places are the same for other guys, but they sure get me going.”
He took her hand and brought it down to his cock, now already beginning to harden again after their lovemaking.
“The tip of my cock is one place—squeeze it gently with your fingers. Ah, yes, now a little harder.”
He paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation, before continuing. Lifting her hand he brought it down to the underside of his balls.
“Stroking me there is always very enjoyable. Now slide your finger from there over the perineum towards my ass hole. Yes, that is quite exquisite.”
He groaned a little as his cock swiftly responded to the stimulation. He wasn’t sure if he might even come before he got the chance to get inside her again. He pulled back a little. She looked at him.
“Did you not like that?”
“I did—a little too much, unfortunately. You almost made me come.”
She laughed softly.
“So your most sensitive points are fairly obvious, actually. Places that I would have guessed. Where are the less obvious places?”
“Well I’m a guy. Pretty well everything centres around my cock. But leaving that aside I suppose, like you, kissing me in places you don’t normally kiss is very pleasurable.”
She moved closer and moved her body to allow her mouth to reach his thighs and began kissing up the inner edge of his left thigh, towards his groin.
“I like this. Let’s see if you do too.”
He shivered at the tantalising way her mouth was creeping higher.
“But is it the right time,” she asked?
“Baby, every time is the right time for me.”
She stopped just short of his balls, and he groaned with disappointment.
“Sorry, I’m teasing you now, aren’t I? Have you tried edging?”
“You mean when someone takes you to the last possible point before climax, and then stops? Yes, I’ve had it done to me a few times. But I haven’t done it to a woman. It seems a little cruel to offer them pleasure and then snatch it away.”
“But it’s usually only temporarily removed. The idea is that the repeated edging leads to a much more intense orgasm.”
“Yeah, I get that, but not tonight please. I’d like to make love to you again—provided you think I’ve learned the rules of seduction well.”
“I think you’ve passed with flying colours, my love. I think we'll leave the edging for next time. Right now I want to suck you and lick you until I tip you over the edge. Then perhaps you can return the favour.”
"That sounds like a very enticing plan, my love. By the way, forget about the rules of seduction. The only rule is to follow your instinct."
She opened her lips and continued kissing up his thighs from the point where she had stopped. He shivered in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
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Roxy is a modern, independent, kick-ass woman, who hides a secret desire—she likes a bit of spice in the bedroom. Will she ever meet a man who can satisfy her desires, without expecting her full submission?
Oliver is a man who loves some kink in his life, but doesn’t want to be tied down by a possessive woman. He also has a secret life that doesn’t bode well for a long-term relationship.
“Hope the roses arrived this morning.”
“Oh, they were from you? There was no note.”
“So who did you think they were from?”
“I made up a short-list of about three.”
“And was I at the top of that list?”
“Well you were pretty near the top.”
“I see. Perhaps I didn’t tan that hide of yours enough on Friday?”
I walked straight to the table, hitched up my skirt and bent over it, feeling so wild and wanton as I did so. This man made me want to do such filthy things.
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