1. Sinnerman


    Date: 11/8/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: LeCygneNoir, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    offer me one drink before running off." You want to answer something witty, cool, but your mind is foggy. You get your wallet and grab a bright, cracking new banknote. You put it on the fake marble and point the barman to a bottle of champagne sitting above his head. "Such a gentleman," she comments, with acid irony. You stumble to the brothel's front door. The cold air of the night works wonders. A point of pain is still pulsing inside your skull, but at least the fog in your mind is slowly rising. You raise your head, look around you. Confused. "You have no idea where you are, have you? " She is leaning against the frame of the door, her hands at her back, a sardonic smile floating on her lips. It hits you like a playful little slap. "Not really." You confess. "My friend has a place in the Trastevere?" She laughs. At you. "You'll never find it alone, I'll walk you back. I brought a present too . " She walks up to you with the bottle of champagne you just bought. "Thank you but..." She puts a finger on your lips, hands you the bottle. She is impossible to refuse. You take a long sip at the bottle neck. "Now follow me," she says. You take her arm under yours and you start walking in the Roman night, with the most beautiful woman you ever saw. Her name is Chiara. Between two sips of champagne, you feel rising in your chest a familiar, warm confidence. The one a man feels when he's with a girl he will seduce and who will seduce him back. The confidence that this evening, with ...
    her, nothing could go wrong. Your erection is back, pulsing, and you just don't care. Judging by the looks she gives to the bulge of your jeans, her tongue caressing her lips, neither does she. You're drunk again, pleasantly so. You know you'll regret it in the morning, but for now the wine is keeping the hangover away. On a bridge over the Tiber, you comment, "I wish we had glasses for this." She stops. A smile you had not seen yet. Rather... kinky? "How right you are and how rude of me!" She exclaims in typical Italian theater. "Let's do it the Russian way!" She sits on the ledge of the bridge, takes off one of her incredibly high heels. Hands it in front of her. "The gentleman will pour now!" She is drunk too. Laughing, you carefully pour champagne in the shoe. "Na zdrovie!" She shouts before swallowing it like a shot. Laughing, she throws the shoe over her shoulder. A fermata. Your eyes can't leave a drop of wine at the tip of her lips, descending to her neck, flowing all the way down to her chest only to disappear in the cleavage of her dress. You are hypnotized by her gorgeous body... She looks over her shoulder. Right at the river. "Ma... La mia scarpa! Cazzo!" You snap back to your senses when you see her climbing the ledge in a drunken attempt to go find the lost heel. You reach to grab her by the hips. "Leave me, you fucker... I love these shoes! It's all your fault!" You struggle with her, laughing. She laughs as well, her delicious chest bouncing under your hand. ...
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