Aftermath of a Seduction

Aftermath of a Seduction

    William says, “Mary I love you, but we can’t do this anymore.”
    Mary says, “Hey, that’s fine.”
    William says, “But I do love you.”
    Mary sits up looking away from William and says, “Oh man, you’re really naïve. This was just a one night stand. I don’t want to go steady or anything. I have a boyfriend.”
    William asks, “You mean you just did this for the thrill of it?”
    Mary stands up and says, “Of course. What did you think? Listen I had a bet going with the girls in the college cheerleader squad. I bet I could take away your virginity. They thought I was out of my mind. Boy did I prove them wrong.”
    William begins trembling again. He closes his eyes and says, “Mary we were bonded in the flesh. How could you not feel what I felt?”
    Mary says, “Hey don’t feel bad. If I were ever to fall in love it would be with a boy like you.”    
    William replies, “Do you really mean that? Or are you just tricking me?”
    Mary puts her hands on his chest. She says, “No I mean it from my heart. You are really groovy. I enjoyed making love to you more than any guy I’ve ever had the pleasure to do it with. William lay your head on my lap.” William complies. Mary strokes his hair with tender compassion.
   Mary says, “Don’t put your clothes on just yet. I want to massage your buttocks. Just this once William trust me. Now turn onto your stomach.”  William obeys and lies face down.  
    He feels heaven in his supple derriere as she kneads his hunger. He arches against the urgency of her touch. She pats his twin moons. The stimulation of her hands upon him opens his pores to breathe. Her palms rub his bottom in a rose petal sutra. She touches arpeggios into his elegant orbs.  
    Under the spell of her  touch, his eyes close into mystic rose buds. His Buddha nature awakens in an iridescent pearl of awareness. Fiery tongues of desire run down his sex hungry body. The coronae of his opened eyes glow with sacred heat.
    She gazes upon the milky gluteus galaxy of his posterior. With a finger she strokes his tush cleft till he is still as a butterfly sunning on a leaf.
    “Have you ever been spanked by a woman other than your mother?” she asks as his mouth falls open in shock.
    He starts to turn over but she holds his waist firm. Her voice commands, “Stay still.” Mary soothes him by probing his orifice, one of the seven openings of the body through which the sacred energies merge with the cosmic flow.
    With her priestess hands, she turns his derriere into summer heat. He feels the intoxicating blush of his bottom beatified by the tender torrent of her palms. She plants star clusters of pleasure deep into his celestial cheeks whose golden globes glow with creation’s fire. She sows solar seeds which  ignite deep in his posterior. He feels the saffron blue scintillation of her velvet hot hand sizzle his tuchis.
    He feels so alive, secure,  and filled. He breathes to the rhythm of her hands. The firm slap of her hand against his soft bottom reverberates through the room.
    Suddenly her hands abandon him only to fall like warm milk upon his tush. Her pats alternate upon his cheeks with growing intensity till his bottom tingles. His muscles flex with delight as she paddles him with firm hands. His blushing bottom is on fire.
    She whacks his bottom sending him into hysteria as the cells of his body cry out for joy. The lick of her spanking him sets his fever pitch till he reaches the point of no return.  His ink quill grows wet as she paddles him.  Each stroke is a blood red rose which incites him to pump his hips into a frenzy. His second coming sends meteors of pleasure deep into his florid flesh.
    Her fingers cascade down his spine in a smoky trail to his sacrum. Each node of his pleasure is baptized in a mosaic of her handprints. She touches the tabernacle of his heart. Drunk on her womanly mystique, his sunbeam soul shines in a dawn blossom of love.
    Mary holds his buns in a clasp of tenderness. Her voice becomes his liberation. She says, “William I’ll never forget you. Will you spend the night here with me? You make me feel like the woman I could become.”
    William embraces her like a wife. Mary closes their midnight mass with her words. “If life is a dream and the dream is happy then it is good.”
  William sleeps by her side this night. In restless dreams he bathes in her heat.