Tainted By Lust
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On that gorgeous woman, the dress lulled you. It said she was too beautiful to be dangerous, too soft - too lush - on the outside to possess a hard core of lust. The dress took an adult jaguar out of the rainforest and transformed her into a curled up, night black Persian. Every deliberate, graceful gesture became the flowing gesture of a fairytale, virginal princess.
Her fairytale chestnut brown hair fell in soft waves around a classically lovely oval face. Naturally red lips bore no trace of lipstick; they drew the eye regardless whenever her smile lit up fully. Her unfurrowed brow and flawless skin implied that she was about 25 years old. The woman's deep brown eyes looked lustfully around attentively. She smiled often, lips parted slightly, teeth pearly as she breathed with soft lustful and luscious ease.
The radiant woman stood by one of the ballroom's ornate pillars across a marble floor cluttered by VIPs. The crowd swirled and flowed like a muttering tide, content with lively chatter. When one whorl of people moved aside for a moment, Thomas glimpsed her then for the first time, and simply blinked. She was laughing with a small group at the opposite end of the far room, making animated, airy motions with her gloved hands.
Most men would have been transfixed. Thomas patted his tuxedo absent- mindedly for something he forgot, then realized with surprise he needed nothing. He glanced at his elegant watch to check the time. Quarter past eleven: getting late enough to be comfortable with the light inebriation without feeling drowsy. When he looked up again the crowd had blocked his view. Without hesitation he started making his way toward her end of the room.
Her fairytale chestnut brown hair fell in soft waves around a classically lovely oval face. Naturally red lips bore no trace of lipstick; they drew the eye regardless whenever her smile lit up fully. Her unfurrowed brow and flawless skin implied that she was about 25 years old. The woman's deep brown eyes looked lustfully around attentively. She smiled often, lips parted slightly, teeth pearly as she breathed with soft lustful and luscious ease.
The radiant woman stood by one of the ballroom's ornate pillars across a marble floor cluttered by VIPs. The crowd swirled and flowed like a muttering tide, content with lively chatter. When one whorl of people moved aside for a moment, Thomas glimpsed her then for the first time, and simply blinked. She was laughing with a small group at the opposite end of the far room, making animated, airy motions with her gloved hands.
Most men would have been transfixed. Thomas patted his tuxedo absent- mindedly for something he forgot, then realized with surprise he needed nothing. He glanced at his elegant watch to check the time. Quarter past eleven: getting late enough to be comfortable with the light inebriation without feeling drowsy. When he looked up again the crowd had blocked his view. Without hesitation he started making his way toward her end of the room.