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as enthusiastic to try a threesome as she was orgasm denial. She was a sexual thrill-seeker. The relationship was like a shooting star; a blinding flash of light followed by a slow dimming decline.
    Into nothingness.
    We didn’t break up, we just drifted apart. I was offered a new job with a rival business and took it, always drawn to meeting new people by the lure of the BDSM lifestyle and the search for a compatible partner. Emily went seeking her own new sexual delights. I don’t know that she ever found the utopia she was looking for. Last time I heard from her she was miserable in a marriage with children. It seemed a sad way for such a sensual woman to settle – like a sleek and beautiful wild animal trapped behind the bars of a cage.
     
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    Alright. I’ve done a lot of talking, but I have just as many questions I want to ask you as I have erotic stories to share. You see I really need to understand what things you find sexy. But there is one question that simply cannot wait any longer – something special I have wanted to ask you ever since we got here.
    It’s important to me so I’d like you to think about your answer.
    What is erotica to you? Have you ever asked yourself that question? Have you ever sat down and considered which single act defines erotica in your own mind?
    Not sex. Erotica.
    It’s something I think about a lot. Maybe it’s because of the writing I do, but I’ve thought long and hard about this question and do you know what I’ve decided?
    Shuffle closer, I’m going to whisper this because, for a man, what I am about to share will probably surprise you.
    Are you listening?
    Okay – to me, the act of kissing a woman’s throat is the absolute definition of erotica. That single action encapsulates the essence of the concept in my mind because it contains so much – promise, anticipation, intimacy…
    Have you ever had a man kiss your neck – trail his lips down along the soft tender flesh of your throat?
    Of course you have, right?
    But have you ever thought about it – thought in depth about how much is happening in that fleeting instant of contact?
    He is close, either standing behind or in front of you, and his hands are touching your body. You’re so close that you can feel the heat of each other. Your head is thrown back, or inclined to the side, and your eyes are closed. Your mouth is open, your skin alive and tingling with a sizzle of so many sensations; the feel of his stubbled jaw, the musky man-smell of him, the soft growling sound he makes in the back of his throat…
    It’s the moment where intimacy and erotica blend, and where a defining moment can lead in so many directions. It’s the sensual time before sex, and yet the tantalizing time after the spark of desire has first been ignited. It’s seductive without being graphic. It’s all about touch, taste, smell and sound – the erotic cocktail of senses needed to seduce a woman.
    Try it for me.
    Touch your neck lightly – as lightly as you can with the bare tips of your fingers… trail them down across your neck and throat. Imagine it’s me standing behind you, right now, holding you close. Think about the touch of your fingers being like the fire of my sensual kisses.
    Can you feel it? Can you feel your skin come tingling alive?
    Did your mouth open just a little?
    Now slide your hand down to your breast. Imagine my fingers, gentle and exploring – touching you the way you want to be touched . The way you wish a man would know to touch you.
    Breathe deeply.
    Intimate. Erotic.
    You’re such a good girl for me.
     
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    Now that we’ve met; now we’ve becoming comfortable with each other and I’m here alone with you… are you disappointed?
    Does the image of Jason Luke measure to this reality we’re sharing?
    You see I’m talking to you right now in the same way I would talk in everyday life, when I’m with any other woman. There’s no passages of eloquent flowing prose, no lyrical