Message-ID: <31126asstr$993715802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010628000324.11024.qmail@web14305.mail.yahoo.com> From: Anon Sacto MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Seducing Desdmona (MF) by Anoninsac Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 04:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Author Anoninsac. Non-commercial re-posts to ASSM or similar venues are allowed provided copyright information remains on the re-posted story. Please do not delete the copyright information. No commercial reprints are authorized. The author would appreciate constructive criticism. At anoninsac@nospam.yahoo.com, remove the nospam for e-mail address. 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. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! 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