The Lure
Hiking a wooded trail in the twilight hours, you see a feminine figure, bathed in shadows, beckoning you to follow her. As you come closer, you see her seductive smile, dark eyes intensely locked on yours, she tosses her hair as she turns away flirtatiously. Her flowing black garments cannot hide the curvature of her swinging hips. She leads you along side a waist high stone wall. It is a very old wall, nearly hidden beneath moss and ivy.
The alluring woman leads you through an opening opening in the wall. The light is fading as you enter a very old cemetery with crumbling grave markers overgrown with moss and ivy. In the center of the cemetery there is a large marble obelisk, at least twice your height, covered in moss and ivy, but not crumbling like the other grave markers.
The woman in black locks her dark eyes on yours, and speaks in a low and husky voice, telling you to embrace the obelisk. You obey, unable to resist the command, and she pulls a pair of handcuffs from some hidden place within the folds of her flowing black garment, locking them onto your wrists. She walks slowly around the large monument, her eyes engaging with your own, ensuring you never look away. The flowing black garment falls slowly to the ground, revealing tight black clothing embroidered with strange markings and a leather harness securing a florescent green dildo to her crotch. In her hand is a black riding crop with florescent green stitching.
As she comes closer to you, you notice that she smells of chamomile and rosemary with just a hint of something else. She moves behind you, pulling your trousers down around your knees. The cool air shocks your bared flesh, as your erection presses into the the cold marble of the obelisk. She coils her body around you in a playful yet seductive way like some sort of sexy snake, her face coming around your shoulder to peer into your eyes. You try to kiss her, but she just smiles, her eyes locked on yours, and sticks a black gloved finger in your mouth.
She lubes the finger in your saliva, and slides it slowly but forcefully into your most private orifice. You gasp and your eyes close, but as you come to terms with this intrusion, you notice she’s gone. You look around, but it is now so dark you can’t see anything. Suddenly, the florescent dildo comes into view, followed by the strange symbols you saw embroidered on the woman’s tight clothing. You can still smell her, but you cant actually see her anymore.
You feel the dildo pressed against you, slowly sliding inside of you with little resistance. You look over your shoulder, desperately wishing you could watch the glowing dildo penetrate you, but an invisible gloved hand presses your head against the marble obelisk. As you begin to give in to the invasion, you can feel her begin to thrust, slowly and gentle at first, then harder, harder and faster. She increases speed and depth, eventually pressing her fully clothed body against you.
