Intrigue

30 November -0001

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Sultry One and Mystery had been lovers for almost a year, beginning with a meeting under the most unusual circumstances his inventive mind had created - until now, that is. His first approach (yes, the very first thing he suggested to her) was to propose that their initial meeting be in a darkened hotel room, without ever having seen one another beforehand. To undress, make love, then part without ever seeing one another's face.

Sultry One had quickly dismissed the idea as dangerous and foolhardy, although the thought intrigued her somewhat and she wanted to know more about a mind that could conceive of something so deliciously erotic. So she carried on "talking" to him over the online service where they had found one another, dangling the possibility that they might in fact carry out his plan. The more she talked to him, the more she realised that this was anything but a device to get someone into his bed. In fact it served as a screening process, to ensure that any woman who could not match his erotic nature would reject him out of hand. And she realised that, since she was not rejecting him out of hand, his complex and creative nature might well satisfy her own capacity for sensual delight.

Her first reply to him had been equally as calculated. She described, in exquisitely graphic detail, a scenario that required him to be open to role reversal, to relinquish control, and to allow himself to be used for her pleasure. A less confident man would recoil at what she suggested, but instead he was excited by her ability to so clearly state what she wanted, and excited at the thought of them together probing the mental boundaries of their sexuality together (along with probing a few unexplored physical areas).

So they continued e-mailing and messaging, discovering one another’s personalities. His original proposition had been that they should know all about one another - likes, dislikes, where they lived, worked, what they did with their time .. everything in fact but what the other person looked like. So true to his plan was he that he never looked at the details of her online profile, which described her stature and some significant things about her physical appearance. At first, she was curious about his description and she asked him some general questions. She realised from this that he would answer her questions and even give her the opportunity to see him, but he would not waver from his goal of knowing nothing until he held her - a hint at the kind of control he could exercise to raise the level of his arousal (and as she discovered, hers as well).

In that time, they had discovered that each had a tremendous capacity to spur the other on - and this only served to increase the sexual tension between them. He proved to be able to capture the essence of any number of different scenarios, and to put them into words in a way which made her feel weak, and unable to resist. He had a gift for description, and could paint vivid pictures in her mind; when he talked about his tongue circling her nipples they hardened as she read, when he described how he would taste her she became wet as if to feed him, and when he talked about poising his hardness at her lips to enter she could feel him filling her and opened to receive him.

For her part, she proved to be a willing and able accomplice, regularly startling him with her ability to seize on the exact thing that most excited him in their conversation and reflect it back to him in a way that multiplied his desire for her. Knowing that at work he almost constantly received e-mail messages, she delighted in finding out his schedule and then waiting until she knew he was in a meeting before sending him the most suggestive (or sometimes the most explicit) messages she could invent. She knew that it would arouse him, making his mind wander to her, and destroy his concentration on the meeting leaving him responding to her (both online and physically) while feigning interest in whatever subject on which he was supposed to be offering meaningful comment.

The obvious next step was to see whether the communication on the screen translated into communication one on one. So many times, she thought, someone would be outgoing and extroverted online only to become tongue-tied and shy when unable to have a minute or two to compose and polish a reply. But eventually, as they both knew they must, they connected by phone to see if they communicated as well when not protected by the anonymity of e-mail.

One day, after numerous e-mail messages back and forth, which served to bring both of them to the edge, they agreed to talk. They took their hands off the keyboard at the exact same moment, rose from their seat and walked over to close and lock their respective office door. As she was walking back to her desk, he was already dialling. Their conversation started somewhat hesitantly, both of them taking in the sound of one another's voices, but soon they relaxed, the inhibitions fell away, and the words flowed freely .. and soon after they did as well.

With that, they knew that they had to have one another, and she was coming to realize that with each message exchanged, with each conversation, the improbable was becoming the irresistible, and that they would certainly meet in the darkened room.

Now the meeting in the darkened room is a whole story in itself, but some of it is worth relating here. He arranged to leave an envelope under the hotel room door, with a corner showing for her to grasp. Then he prepared the room, making it as dark as possible, arranging the furniture as conveniently as possible, and letting a bottle of wine breathe between two glasses until her arrival. He lay on the bed, his mind racing, his body tingling, until he heard the envelope slide under the door and the key in the lock. The room flooded with light from the corridor, so she could see where to walk, but he remained on the bed, hidden by a wall from her view. She closed the door, returning the room to complete, total, utter darkness. And heard his voice for the first time mere feet away with no telephone line between them.

"Put your things down on the floor near the table."