1. Stroker Ace(Part 1 of 2)


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    “Seriously, of all evenings did we have to go out tonight? My new shoes are all soaked...” That was literally the first sentence that her experienced ear caught as she entered the bar on that suffocating albeit rainy night. It was one of those times when late spring cries its bitter tears and drenches the entire landscape with its frequent downpours. The season is practically at its end and in just a few days it would be replaced by the lustful witch of summer. At the same time the heat is in the air, impossible to ignore, weighing down like a piton in a tropical forest, threatening to crush us. For those lucky ones such as that woman it was not a tragedy. She was used to life and its ever changing course so her body and mind were adaptable to every situation. However, not everyone has the good fortune of the lady's attitude, especially during that crazy stretch of time – right before the summer shoots its heat wave and start the sweet process of melting brains on the asphalt, sweaty bodies and horny tomcats howling in the night, searching for their sweet lover's prey. No matter where she was at the end of spring, no matter whom she encountered there was always this onset of madness in everyone. Tonight was no exception, She could hear the tension and repressed words in that single sentence so clearly it cut her like a knife. Usually a woman like her was pretty difficult to miss or blend in the crowd and therefore masks and cover stories were important. It took time and ...
    observation to assess a target properly so the attention to her persona was strongly unwanted. However tonight the stranger didn't have to use her usual array of tricks. Mother Nature had taken good care of her disguise. Wet clusters of her long hair were sticking to her face and body, disheveled after the sudden rainfall caught her in open air. The dress she chose earlier didn't do much to protect her from the cold so right now the woman was shivering and rubbing her benumbed skin. That physical state quickly altered her usual leonine stance and she hunched her shoulders looking down humbly at her feet while making her way to a suitable spot. It had to be far away enough so they wouldn't notice her and not so further that she would miss her chance to observe the speaker of that sentence. It was so soaked with fury that a collector like her couldn't resist the urge. The bar's shimmering neon sign proudly announced that it was bearing the pretentious name SaxArt. If we say that it was bustling with activity that would be a gross exaggeration. Still it was full enough that none of its visitors would pay attention to the shabby looking woman in an old dress clutching a muddied leather bag. Finally as she took the seat close to her target she found the time to study her environment. It was a nice place, with soft, sensual music and ambiance that promised full release of inhibitions after a few drinks. The walls in burgundy red were lined with music instruments, pop art paintings, the ...
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