The Intricate Art of Seduction

THE INTRICATE ART OF SEDUCTION

“Never forget my beautiful lady, fine wine is like a special woman that possesses within its realms; a world of flavors, distinct aroma and sensuality that one must savor calmly, sip by sip… Patience is the key. It is the only way to truly enjoy and discover its essence.”Jean-Marc confidently stated as he smiled mischievously.

“ A man must steadily discern the enigma of that special woman, awaiting patiently to discover the key to what lies beneath” He winked as he poured me a tall glass of Merlot wine and handed me a long stem red rose. “The intricacy of this wine with all its rich layers compares to that of a sophisticated lady whose mere presence awakens one’s senses.” Jean-Marc gave me an intense, flirtatious stare aimed to expose my spirit. He lightly licked his bottom lip as if observing something or someone that made him hungry. I looked away immediately in a failed attempt to hide the fact that his mere presence, his stare and words had so much power over me. However, the incessant heat stubbornly conquered. I felt powerless as I knew there was nothing I could do to hide it.

“You have the most beautifully, intense dark eyes. I wish to unravel the mystery behind them, “ he stated as he caressed my face gently with his masculine hand. I felt my face flush with warmth. I was generally not this way with anyone. He had the audacity to utter the perfect words. Jean-Marc possessed the knowledge of a connoisseur that offered no less than the right touch to set me on fire. His pensive look made me aware that he was now orchestrating a plan of action. He sipped from his own glass of wine as he nodded in approval. The night was illuminated by bright stars that shined around us. We were stationed at a small boat that overlooked the enchanted island with palm trees blowing in the distance. The powerful ocean waves crashed loudly against the unsuspecting shoreline as the majestic hues of red and orange brightened the sunset. It was a stunning view. Not less stunning were the view of his strong chest and muscular arms that fit tightly in his long sleeve shirt. Romantic ballads played in the background. The wine was soon to be accompanied by various types of appetizers aimed to waken our senses. We both savored the succulent filet mignon dishes prepared in rich, fragrant red wine and ginger sauce with crunchy grilled asparagus. The elegant dishes were all set in an artistic aura composed of fragrant yet colorful flowers. It was an evening where just sharing the wine, the delicious food and each other’s presence was enough to sweep me off my feet. He then asked me to dance. We danced in close proximity as if becoming one. I felt his hand hold my waist strongly against him as he whispered in my ear that I looked beautiful. I felt his breath against my neck and it sent shivers down my back. He gave me a hungry stare as he moved his warm lips close to mine teasingly. It was like a wild cat playing with his prey. He then continued leading my body as he pleased in a dance of utter seduction. He pressed his body against mine with possessiveness as if letting me know I belonged to him. I felt as if as time passed my willingness to fight my desires was slowly decreasing. I felt my whole body was yearning for more. His every dance move felt as if he studied my body language to decipher patiently what were the keys to open what lied beneath. He was teaching me the perfect art of seduction. I felt like a prey that had an internal struggle between the desire to get caught and the prudence to push away. I discovered that he was leading the dance in more ways than one. The hunter was the one who would decide when to make the final move.