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WARNINGS: This story contains material of a sexual
nature. The story depicts consensual sexual activity
between men and women. If you live in a backward
society, like the United States or Afghanistan, in
which it is illegal for you to know about sex or read
sexual materials immediately delete this from your
computer and scourge yourself with a whip for having
any sexual thoughts. If you are under the age of 18
please pretend you don't know about sex and continue
to get each other pregnant in increasing numbers so
that we continue to have young single mothers raising
children. Don't learn about safe sex or contraception
as these are tools of the devil. Please do not
masturbate while reading this story in public places
as this can excite the authorities into rash conduct
and result in grave consequences for you.


                Seducing Desdmona

It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to
seduce. -- Voltaire

I was attending the ASSM convention at the MGM casino
in Las Vegas. The convention was scheduled for three
days. Day one was the election of officers and the
general meeting. I wasn't all that interested but
decided I should show up for the first session. So
here I was snacking on the croissants and coffee while
the speaker droned away.

In case you're wondering, ASSM is an acronym for the
newsgroup alt.sex.stories.moderated. The convention is
for writers who publish stories on the newsgroup. The
writers get together once a year to review the best
stories of the last year, swap story ideas and do
research for the coming year. The highlight is always
the last evening when they give out awards for the
best stories of the year, the Assy awards. 

I had published some stories on ASSM. The response had
been positive for the most part. One day I received an
invitation by e-mail. "In honor of your contributions
to ASSM and in acknowledgement of your high level of
quality blah blah blah, we would welcome your
attendance at the ASSM convention." It went on to
describe the seminars available: BDSM; Mind Control
and You; How Many Ways Can You Say Penis? Euphemisms
for the Writer; Making Fantasies a Reality; Female
Female Scenes for the Male Writer, etc. 

What got my attention were the breakout session
descriptions. BDSM - A live action seminar for those
interested in learning about BDSM. Mistresses Midnight
and Egyptia will demonstrate on their own slaves and
will invite audience participation. If you've ever
wanted to include handcuffs and whips in your stories
but were unsure how this is the seminar for you. Or
how about Seduction for the Writer. A couple will
role-play a seduction scenario leading to sex.
Experience a romantic seduction technique that leads
to various levels of sex, romantic to complete
abandon. The couple is guaranteed to get a rise from
the audience. I sent my reservation off that
afternoon.

Some guy was droning on and on. Have you noticed that
it's never the real writers who run these groups?
Noted writer Joe Blow, and you've never seen one of
his stories, is elected Chairman and talks for two
hours. Jesus!

I was sitting at a table with Sven the Elder, Kelly,
BillyG, Katie and Desdmona. Kind of surprising how
many women attend these. It's not 50 percent but there
was a fair representation by the fair sex. 

I glanced at Desdmona sizing her up while trying not
to stare. She had long, brown hair and green-blue
eyes. She had the shape of a goddess and a smile that
melts a heart on impact. Wow. I was smitten. I turned
to Desdmona and said, "Hi, I'm Anoninsac. You can call
me Mike." I extended my hand.

She looked at my hand with complete indifference and
responded, "I'm Desdmona. You can call me Desdmona."
Ouch. You'd think I was Iago. Where was the softness
of Desdmona? That's what I get from reading
Shakespeare.

The speaker, whoever he was, finally announced that
the breakout sessions were starting. I looked at the
schedule. I could do the BDSM session but it's not
really my style. Pain has never really seemed
pleasurable to me. Aren't pain and pleasure opposites?
Writing from a Woman's Perspective, How to Use Emotion
for Logic For the Male Writer. I always write from the
male viewpoint so I don't think that will do me any
good. Seduction for the Writer. Perfect

I followed the crowd out of the main room and down a
hall. Room 3, there it is. I followed people into the
room. It was already crowded. I saw one open chair in
the first row and ran to grab it. As I sat I looked to
my left. Oops, Desdmona. "Mind if I sit here?"

"As they say, it's a free country."

"Uh, thanks." 

Some Professor of Sex Studies at Brown University gave
the warm up talk. Lots of pretty theories but not much
practical information. He introduced the couple. The
man was a nice looking guy, early thirties and in good
shape. She was late twenties also attractive. They
bowed and sat on a couch on the platform. They went
through the usual preliminaries, talking, touching
etc. He had a nice patter going. Pretty soon they
kissed. It was a nice one. I admired the technique.
Nice pressure of lip on lip. A little bit of nibbling
and then the wild dance of the tongues. Soon he was
fondling her breast. She helped remove her top. Her
breasts were medium size and very shapely with small
pointed nipples already erect and dark from arousal. I
was trying to remain the dispassionate observer but as
they progressed it was getting harder, no pun
intended. She helped him out of his shirt. More
kissing and fondling

I was shifting around in my seat trying to ease the
constriction in my jeans without being noticed. Next
both of them shed their pants. She had trimmed her
pubic hair into a heart shape. He was already erect. 
My eyes were glued to the woman. She had lovely creamy
skin. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I know I should
have also been watching the guy for writing purposes,
his mammoth steel rod, etc., ad nauseum. But my
hormones just don't run that way. 

The couple lay on the couch in a sixty-nine. I was off
to the side and had a good view of her bobbing up and
down on him. She was quite proficient at the art of
fellatio. And from the look on her face she was
getting as good as she was giving. A good portion of
the audience was squirming in their chairs and I
noticed a few ladies squeezing their thighs together
in an unladylike manner and a few gentlemen with their
hands in their pockets.

The couple turned over so that the woman was on the
bottom with the man lying between her upraised thighs.
She moaned as he found the target and they were off. I
was close enough to the stage to hear the sound of
skin rubbing skin and the wet sounds of him plunging
into her. I watched their muscles contract as they
moved in faster and faster rhythm.

Watching sex isn't the same thing as doing it. There
isn't much happening if you really think about it.
Frankly, watching sex ought to be boring. Two
grunting, sweating people with all the good parts
hidden. It shouldn't be any sexier than watching a
construction worker lifting heavy bricks. But it is.
It is because I put myself in the scene. It was me
doing her. I felt her hands on my back. I felt her
breasts pressing against my chest. I felt her vagina
on my penis. I couldn't take my eyes off the couple on
stage.

They were rushing toward their climax. Their bodies
slapped together, eyes closed, breath coming in quick
ragged gasps. The audience was spellbound. Suddenly he
arched his back and pushed hard against her. I saw her
dig her fingers into his back leaving red welts. He
pushed into her several more times, his head thrown
back. A last few strokes and he collapsed. She moved
under him coming down from her peak.

There was not a sound other than the ragged breathing
of the audience caught up in the spectacle. Every eye
was glued to the two people on the couch. He pushed
himself up and kissed her before pulling free and
standing by the couch. He extended his hand and helped
her up. They bowed to the audience. We all clapped as
the couple left the stage. I had to make a quick
adjustment in order to be able to stand. Desdmona
noticed and laughed. "Hey, it's not funny," I said
laughing. "You women don't have that problem."

"No indeed. Instead I've got wet panties. They don't
show but it's no fun to have your knickers stuck to
you."

"No indeed," I answered with a chuckle which she
echoed. "I need a drink after that. Would you care to
join me?"

"Why not? Your treat?" I nodded and we walked out and
headed for the main part of the Casino. "They got it
all wrong you know."

What?" I asked.

"The seduction," she responded.

"I don't know about that. It seems to have affected
both of us in the proper way."

She shook her head. "Oh no. The sex affected us.
You're quite right about that. But the seduction was
all wrong."

"In what way?" I asked.

"There was no seduction. What they did was foreplay.
He didn't seduce her. She had already decided to make
love and they did that. Seduction requires that one
party induce the other to make love. Seduction takes
place in the mind."

We had found a nice lounge and sat at a table in the
corner. We ordered two glasses of wine before picking
up the conversation.

"So," I said. "Your contention is that seduction only
takes place in the mind because it is the process of
changing the seductees mind."

"That's an oversimplification. Obviously, seduction
requires physical manifestations. But it the real
effects take place in the mind." She took a sip of
wine and said, "Quoting somebody, The mind is the real
organ of eroticism."

"Does it have to be strangers? For instance, could a
wife seduce her husband?" I asked.

"Yes, why not?" she looked at me and smiled. I nearly
fainted. Those eyes. That smile. I was still
half-aroused from the sex scene we had watched and
those eyes brought me right back up to full sail.

Trying to concentrate on the conversation and not
spill my drink on myself, I said, "That doesn't fit
what you said earlier. How many husbands need to be
convinced to have sex?" I knew I had won with that
sally. 

She laughed. "What about during Monday Night
Football?"

Deflated and defeated I looked for a way to turn this
to my advantage when she looked at me with those eyes
and that smile. If the Mona Lisa had that smile people
would be humping right in the Louvre. "I'll concede on
that point. But I'm still not sure about the overall
validity."

"Well, I'm sure of it." Again that smile.

"I might buy what you're saying with a demonstration.
Why don't you show me."

She sat back. "Nice try. But I think I'll save my
seduction for some other time. Based on my earlier
definition it wouldn't be a seduction now would it?"

I smiled sheepishly. "I suppose you are right. I
wouldn't really be putting up a fight. You can't blame
a man for trying. I've never had a chance to ask a
beautiful woman to seduce me before. It seemed the
perfect time."

"Shouldn't it be the other way round? Shouldn't you be
seducing me?" she asked with a mysterious look on her
face. I couldn't read it. Had she just invited me to
try seducing her? She wouldn't have said that without
some interest. I felt the sensual energy returning. My
heart rate zoomed and my mouth was dry.

I took a sip of wine so I could speak. "Yes, suppose
you're right. That would be more of a true seduction
wouldn't it? Of course, the definition presumes
eventual success."

"Not at all. Many men seduce without eventual
success," she countered.

"Au contraire, they attempt seduction. No, I think the
word seduction presumes the eventual success. If it
fails it's an attempted seduction."

"Do you want to argue about it, or attempt it?" She
held my gaze. It was a dare.

I accepted. "Would you join me for dinner this
evening, let's say six?"

"I would love to." She nodded and finished her wine.

"I'll get us reservations. Let's meet outside the
Coyote Caf ."

"I'll be there." We stood and I escorted her to the
elevators. I bowed over her hand and watched as she
disappeared off to her room.

I had two hours till dinner. I hurried off to my room
and grabbed my laptop. What to do? I needed something
that would communicate, something that would
fascinate, something that would melt her. I didn't
have time to write a story. Then the light blinked on.
A poem. Of course. What woman could resist a poem
written for her? 

When I next looked at the clock it was 5:36. I hit
print and ran into the bath to get ready. Cleaned up
and changed into nice casual clothes I ran downstairs
and walked up to the restaurant just as Desdmona was
approaching. She was wearing a form fitting dress that
accentuated her feminine curves. I've never gone for
the Barbie look. Give me a real looking woman any day.
She was all woman. And those eyes. When she looked
into mine I felt it to my toes. 

"I'm so glad you could come," I said.

"Thank you for inviting me." She took my arm and we
went in to the restaurant. I asked for a table away
from the crowd. As she was putting her purse down next
to the table I reached over and set the poem on her
plate. I held her chair as she sat down. "What's
this?" she asked looking at me.

"An inspiration of the Muse. You are that Muse."

She looked at it for a second and then picked it up
and read through it.

I wonder what you look like.

At night when you step from your bath,
The water dripping from your hair,
Landing on your bare shoulder,
Running over and down,
Caressing your breast,
Hanging for the barest second
 From your nipple,
Then falling to your belly,
To continue its journey.
My eyes unable to release that single
Pure drop of water as it glistens across your skin;
Down it travels momentarily arrested
In the crease where thigh meets body.
It runs toward your femininity,
Oh I wish I were that drop!
But it jumps the track,
Joined by another drop and another.
Heavy now, it scampers down your skin,
Caressing your thigh, around your knee,
I follow it down your calf over the ankle,
And watch as it leaps to the tile.

Poor wretched drop, to have been so close to you.
It lies now in a formless pool,
Left with memories of your skin.

Oh lucky drop to have those memories,
I am left with nothing except the thought,
I wonder what you look like.

"OH Good Lord... This is a bloody good start. I have a
feeling I'm going to cry Uncle." 

"Thank you. You were the inspiration. The rest was
just finding the words to fit."

"This is completely unfair. A beautiful poem. How can
any woman resist? We are such a romantic lot."

"All is fair..."

"Umm. Yes well. Thank you for this poem. Can I keep
it?"

"Of course. It was written for you." She looked at the
paper reading it again. She folded the paper and put
it in her purse.

Looking at the menu she asked, "What shall we have for
dinner?"

I thought to myself, I'd like to have you. But I said.
"It all looks good." It did. We settled on dinner and
wine by agreeing to share several appetizers that
appealed to both of us. Maximum exposure with minimal
calories. 

It was a pleasant and romantic dinner. Quiet
conversation over good food and wine. We talked like
old friends even though we had met only today. There
was an instant simpatico. We laughed at the same
things. We liked the same stories from the past year.
We disliked the same stories. Without trying we were
attuned. We agreed the emotional part of sex was as
important to a successful story as the physical
description. 

I listened to the music. "They're playing Holst, The
Planets. Kind of unusual dinner music." 

She listened for a second, "I like it. What did you
say it is?"

"Holst. This is the Uranus piece. Uranus, the
adventurer. Holst was a follower of astrology and each
movement represented the astrological meaning of the
planets. It's too bad we missed Venus, the bringer of
love."

"That's true, you don't want to miss love when it
comes." Catching my eye she continued, "Maybe Venus
will come again tonight."

I reached over and put my hand on the table next to
hers. She glanced at it for a second, looked at me and
then reached out and put her hand in mine. The
physical connection completed the emotional
connection. Even when we took our hands back to finish
dinner the connection remained. Our eyes would glance
up at the same moment and we would feel a spiritual
connection. Sometimes we'd say something, sometimes
just laugh for no reason. Dinner flew by and before I
was ready the table was clean and the bill was paid.

As we left the restaurant hand in hand she stopped and
said, "I have enjoyed this evening." She paused and
looked deeply into my eyes. "Uncle. Would you care to
come up to my room?"

Uncle. That could only have one meaning. My heart
leapt with joy. She was acknowledging my seduction had
won her. She was offering herself to the victor. I
guided her to the elevators. We rode up in silence to
her floor. Her room was down a long hall. I was
excited and each step only added to my excitement.
Finally, she stopped and retrieved her key card.
Unlocking the door she turned and said, "Please come
in."

We went in and she set down her purse. She had a
magnificent view of the strip. The amount of light
generated on the Vegas strip is incredible, all of it
flashy and gaudy. Within view were Paris, New York,
Rome, the Sahara, Mandalay, and Venice. It's like a
world tour in flashing lights. It is all tastelessly
done and carried to an extreme. It has its own sublime
beauty. Kind of a new principle of esthetics, if you
throw enough money at bad taste and carry it to enough
of an extreme it begins to look good.

We stood at the window watching for a few minutes. I
noticed Desdmona shifting her shoulders. I took the
opportunity to reach up and massage them. At first she
stiffened. But as she felt my fingers caress the
muscle she relaxed. "Umm, that feels wonderful." I
continued for a while as she moaned her appreciation. 

"Come over and lay down and I'll give you a better
massage." She followed and lay on the bed. I took off
her shoes and started on her feet. 

"Oh yes. Don't ever stop." She cooed her pleasure. I
continued until she was relaxed. I moved up to her
shoulders again and started on her back. "Ouch."

"What?" I asked. 

"The bra strap pinched me."

"I can take care of that," I said and unbuttoned her
dress half way. I unhooked her bra and pushed the
straps off her shoulders. She held herself up as I
pushed the dress and bra off. She lay back down and
her back was bare down to her butt. I started
massaging her again alternating between long soft
strokes to provide the sensual touch of skin on skin
and medium deeper touches to relax the muscles. Her
eyes were closed and she almost purred like a cat.

I moved down to her butt and finished unbuttoning her
dress. It fell to her sides. "Lift up," I said. She
lifted her hips and I pulled her panties off. I
continued the massage down her butt and thighs and
calves making sure to get her feet some more. I worked
back up and concentrated around her butt and upper
thighs. She spread her legs as I worked on her thighs.


I continued using only one hand as I slipped my own
shirt and pants off. Her eyes were still closed and I
wondered if she knew that I had joined her in undress.


"I want to do the front now," I whispered. She rolled
over leaving her dress behind on the bed. I gathered
it up and tossed it with the rest of the clothes. She
lay with her eyes closed, a vision of loveliness. Her
long hair spread around her head like a halo. My eyes
trailed across her neck and the alabaster skin of her
chest. They rested on her breasts, very nice. Her
aureoles were medium size and pale with hard erect
nipples in the center. My eyes trailed lower and my
gaze was arrested at her mound trimmed into a nice vee
shape. Her legs were slightly parted and I could see
her well-formed labia.

I started massaging her temples and down over her
face. Moving to her neck I made circles under her
shoulders and she moaned again. I moved lower
massaging around her breasts and then slowly circling
closer and closer until I was moving up the sides and
toward her nipples. I watched them crinkle in
anticipation as my fingers reached her aureoles. I
teased her breasts never quite touching the nipples.
Her chest started to move in concert with my hands as
she tried to bring her nipples to my fingers.

I moved my hands away and continued massaging down her
body. As I reached her thighs and moved inside they
parted with only the softest touch. I moved my hand
over her teasing her nether lips with the lightest of
touches. She moaned and tossed her head to the side. 

I thought about continuing the teasing but that moan
reached deep into my being. I wanted her and I
couldn't wait any more. I moved between her legs my
face inches from her. I smelled the musky scent of
aroused woman. It was an aphrodisiac and drove me
forward. I pushed my tongue out and felt it touch her.


"Oh God, yes," she blurted out.

I let my tongue sink into her. She was wet with
arousal. I spread her apart with my fingers and
lightly licked her from bottom to top. I moved my
tongue in circles around her clitoris then lapped it
with quick feathery touches. Her hips started to buck.
I sucked her clitoris into my mouth while licking the
tip. She was flooding my mouth with her juices and
bucking against me in her arousal. 

I wanted to be inside her, to feel her around me,
surrounding me. I moved up over her and lined up my
cock with her opening. The tip slid between her lips
and was instantly coated with wetness. Moving in slow
strokes my cock pushed deeper and deeper into her
body. Soon I was against her, my body melding with
hers, my cock rubbing her clitoris.

I kissed her and she kissed back with fervid abandon
her arms wrapping around me and pulling me to her as
she humping against me. Her passion ignited mine and I
pulled out and then rushed forward until our bodies
crashed together. I danced inside her my cock filling
her. She met me stroke for stroke as we soared toward
the clouds and rain.

Desdmona began to moan and shudder beneath me. Her
fingers gripped my shoulders as she continued to meet
each thrust. I felt my own climax begin deep inside
me. The world disappeared outside of our two bodies
each reaching for their own crescendo of lust and
fulfillment. One more plunge and then another. I felt
the first spasm as my seed burst forth. A powerful
thrust and I was buried all the way as my cum poured
itself deep into her body.

Her climax erupted and I felt her contractions around
my cock as she moaned and shuddered under me. I
plunged in again sending more of my seed into her. And
again and again, gush after gush filling her. Feeling
her orgasm extend itself I continued to thrust as my
own climax subsided. 

Finally, she moaned and stopped thrusting back. I let
my body come to a stop deep inside her. Our breathing
slowed. She ran her hands over me caressing my arms
and back. Her eyes opened, her face a mask of
fulfillment and satiation. 

"Oh God. Thank you." She pulled my face to hers and we
kissed.

"My pleasure. I need to lay down." I pulled out and
fell beside her completely spent. She rolled over and
we embraced, happy to be holding each other. We lay
quietly basking in the afterglow.

After we had recovered, Desdmona kissed me again. "Was
I right?"

"Uh?" In my weakened state I didn't have much energy
for thought.

"Was I right about seduction?"

I thought about it. "Yes, I suppose so. Not only were
you right about the nature of seduction but the
uncertainty of it makes the eventual denouement even
more powerful."

"I accept your acknowledgment that I was the victor,"
she said.

"Ok beautiful lady, I don't mind granting you that
victory considering the prize I won in my victory,
you."

She laughed. "That's ok. I won the argument and I got
just as much pleasure from your victory as you did."

I smiled, "Oh no. You only got to make love to me
whereas I got to make love to you."

"Oh I guess you're right. It was no big deal." She
laughed at my frown. "Now don't go looking all
wounded. You started it." She reached down and took my
half-erect cock in hand. "It was a BIG deal and you
know it."

I pulled her to me and we kissed. "God. Who would have
believed this? It's like something from one of the
stories."

"Except that it was real." 

We lay together for a while. Eventually I felt her
breathing change I knew she had slipped off to sleep.
I turned off the light and lay back thinking about the
day. She is right about seduction. People need to
know. I need to let everyone know. I just hope when I
write the story people won't think it's fiction. It's
too important. 

Seducing Desdmona has changed my whole way of
thinking. What a woman.


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