He opened the door and walked into the room, she lay on his bed, smiling at him with that soft sensuous smile of hers.  She was lying on her side, with one leg crossed over the other, he could see the exquisite curve of her waist and hips, her large shapely breasts were melting into the black satin sheets of the four poster bed. Come here, she said, holding out her hand, with its long red painted nails.  He felt the hair on his neck begin to prickle, and as he walked toward her, he couldn’t help thinking how much she reminded him of his mothers Burmese cat, as it was about to kill its prey. Come here! She whispered again, her voice was soft, almost like a purr. He walked toward her, hoping his legs wouldn’t give way. He bent forward and cupped her face in his hands, as his trembling lips kissed her lips he could smell her sweet scented breath, her long red curly hair fell over her breasts, he took a deep breath and looked into her pale blue eyes, a man could drown in those he thought, and be lost forever.  He felt a bead of sweat run down his back; she pulled him to her again and kissed him.  It’s going to be a long night, he thought… a long… hot!  Night!

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