Scent of a Tuxedo

There are moments in your life that leave you breathless, moments that make your feet no longer rest on the floor, the edge of a smile that adorns your lovely face stretches an inch longer, the air you take in stays a moment longer, your eyes, for no particular reason are locked at a particular angle. If questioned, you'd never be able to recall this moment again, you'd never be able to reproduce what you felt, and words would never do justice to the elation in your senses.

 

The lingering moistness of your lips, the edgy withdrawal of my hands from around your waist, the lasting sense of belongingness, the slow separation acting like a magnetic attraction.

 

Your hair veil your pallor as I breeze them away from your face. Melt into the sweetness of your lips, the rusty perfume that tells me you're a woman of taste, your mindless fingers on the back of my neck and your smooth thighs against my purposeful hands gliding down teasing the slit in the bottom half of your dress.I savor the silhouette the silk dress forms as it naturally drapes around your curves.

You step your leg out of bounds, steely stilettoe on the wall. The slit aiding its escape, this smooth leg is now a fugitive of the dress.

 

I smirk at myself, pity your ensemble as it wont last longer on those voluptuousness. My eyes tell you how I envy each piece of silk that clings on to your body.

 

Walking backwards until I hit the wall. You close in yet there is a slight room for me to shift to the corner. I take that route, watching you draw closer and closer. Till I’m a cornered prey and you’re a purring tigress inching on its feast. The cooling champagne glass drops from the slippery moisture in my cuff, spilling as your dress rustles across my cheeks. I kneel down, giving space to your increasing bosom, my lips now airing closer the shores of your dress. Your skin being the salty water and the dress the silky sand. My lips stand between the wavy sea, as I take a dip into the woman you are, entrenching into the depths of your feminity. You devour each minute of care, each touch of embrace. Oh this dress wont last longer against that sweaty flesh as my hands along your thighs, mindlessly finding their way in, flirting with the garter held so close. Noticing you quiver and squirm.

 

I can feel you breathe deeper, I can feel your body wave as it swoons to my touch. I swirl you around and push you into the corner. Grab the zip at the back and tear it down. Your eyes tell me how they’d imagined this be, of lonely nights, when you sat looking into the bonfire. They have a story to tell a fantasy to live and a reality to face. That moment when you just couldnt take it anymore, That moment when you beg to be torn, ripped apart and eaten raw again. But I don't, Oh, not so sudden my lady, because tonight I'm a brutal player. A revenge for way you teased me. The evening is young and man still chained.

 

You walk across the room with the unzipped dress, I know you didn’t care if it gave away. My slanted gaze notices you walk across the dark mirror into the moonlit balcony overlooking. There is an ironical peace in the quiet balcony above a plethora of a buzzing neon city.

 

To hell with those virtues that the righteous and divine hold so close. Is any sacrifice made to obey those rules of society worth even a moment of pleasure that one experiences in bending or breaking them? Oh, my darling, those laws are but an illusion whose obedience simply means a rebellion against our countless impulses. Can nature recommend what offends her? One single kiss made in that intense moment of passion is more precious than the most sublime deeds of a fake virtue that I scorn.

For in this sin city, moments happiness might beget woeful tomorrow. What matters is how long can we stretch this rapture. Of how long can we savor the taste of this old wine. How long can we dwell in the pursuit of this mysterious sanctuary. Of how long can this viscous attraction plunge us into such a delirium that is intense enough to procure the most delicious pleasures that dim lights have to offer.

 

You hear the tic tock of my oxford shoes against the Italian marble. Standing there with your half lit naked back towards me, awaiting your lessons. Without turning you have a way of recognizing my presence. My fingers clench the sides of french lingerie that's slowly losing its meaning. My breath gliding along your balmy shoulder warping into the realm of your ears. Whispering words that strengthen your grip on the balcony railing yet lewdly weaken your knees. We turn around, now eyes in eyes. With the cold moon as the only witness, the gust of wind a messenger, and skin the only attire, Your savior will be the savage tonight. . .

Reviews

[Maxine]

I just love your voice in this piece, its airy and almost delicate in the way you choose words, but has a very steady and powerful tone that makes the piece so captivating yet practically heartbreaking. Its very raw, and I think that brings such an amazing sensuality to the images.
Just Lovely!

[Barbara Walker]

Very sensual with great imagery. ...this smooth leg is now a fugitive of the dress...like that line. it's hot, without going outside the boundaries of good taste.

[Corset]

Your savior will be the savage tonight...swoon worthy write here...ah what a line! and this paragraph as well "Can nature recommend what offends her? One single kiss made in that intense moment of passion is more precious than the most sublime deeds of a fake virtue that I scorn.

For in this sin city, moments happiness might beget woeful tomorrow. What matters is how long can we stretch this rapture. Of how long can we savor the taste of this old wine. How long can we dwell in the pursuit of this mysterious sanctuary. Of how long can this viscous attraction plunge us into such a delirium that is intense enough to procure the most delicious pleasures that dim lights have to offer.

Good stuff, lots of young girls will be quivering in the knees with this write, as every female reader will put herself in this victory seat, well done!

[Pranav Malhotra]

ah, perhaps,
Thank you, I'm so glad your liked it.
P.S

I cannot get over how tantalising your profile picture is.

Do I have a weakness for corsets ?
Maybe.

[Corset]

It's just a picture of a Corset friend...an avatar.

[Pranav Malhotra]

I know

[Corset]

:) ok :)

[Amanda Eckhoff]

Very well done. You have somehow managed to get a raw and intimate moment explained in beautifully subtle way. Not many can achieve such erotic writing without it being crude but you have. It carries depth and it's length is just perfect, not so short it is lacking, but not so long it is boring. My applause.

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank You amanda :)

[Amanda Eckhoff]

You're very welcome. :)

[easybreezy]

So eloquently written and sexy! Wow! I truly enjoyed every word of this.

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank you dear

[Sky]

wow! The has got to be the best story I've read so far... sublime in it's sensuality, and pure unadulterated lust! Fantastic! :)

(the last line is spectacular)

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank you, made me chuckle.
especially coming from a girl with cute profile picture

[Sky]

awww so sweet...glad to make you chuckle. :)

[Amaya Sullivan]

Wow! This is every woman's fantasy! I am serious! Every woman wishes, hopes, dreams, and fantasizes about such a moment or occasion! You beautifully capture this scene so well! I am completely amazed. I had to stop reading to take a breath and say "Oh my god! this is so good!"

Just change the "u's" to "you", but it could be overlook because...Wow! My favorite part as I have read this almost 20 times now:

"Walking backwards until I hit the wall. You close in yet there is a slight room for me to shift to the corner. I take that route, watching you draw closer and closer. Till I’m a cornered prey and you’re a purring tigress inching on its feast."

Every man on the planet should read this and follow this! Well done! Well written!

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank you, for the constructive review, Amaya,

P.S you have a lovely name

[Amaya Sullivan]

You are welcome! Thanks!

[Yellow Butterfly]

Fireworks of tantalizing endeavors with insatiable lust and wanton desires gripped me from start to finish (or is there more) in this delightful read....

"Your savior will be the savage tonight...."

Oh my days..... is there a next chapter due out soon... ?

Great read....

[Pranav Malhotra]

hahaha , Thank you so much, I'd refer to your name, But I suppose Yellow Butterfly should Suffice.
There might be more, But its perhaps unpublished ;)

[miji]

Love this, one hella sexy read!! The whole story feels so intimate. I particularly love the way you describe all the little details :)

[Pranav Malhotra]

hope you enjoyed it miji, ;) cya

[RainC]

Ingenious Ink! Sublime! :)

[Aramey]

The last line in this sums it all up so well "Your savior will be the savage tonight." This is the sort of thing to drive a woman crazy with desire. She trusts him and it's clear in this write, so there's no threat in the word savage... only a mutual deep desire that's about to be released in a hurry. With all the intensity of the build and anticipation, I'd say if the woman in this story were real... she would be about to get the ride of her life.

[Pranav Malhotra]

you got that right :) , I'm so glad you read it aramey