The reception was held at a nearby plantation restored to its original charm. Horse-drawn carriages brought honored guests to the front stairs, where an equally debonair gentleman promptly escorted each elegantly dressed woman to the ballroom.
The plantation owner saw her from across the marble floored room, the chandeliers setting her auburn hair brilliantly ablaze. She wore a soft natural tan suede dress that fell to her ankles, accented with delicate silver and turquoise hand beaded fringe. He moved towards her, and when she looked up, their eyes met, engaging in a silent exchange, evoking irrefutable sensations – emotionally and physically.
They didn’t touch, savoring the moment, and saving more for later. Her heart beat wildly in her chest – his scent lingered in her nostrils long after she continued past to greet other guests in the ballroom.
She mingled easily, moving about the room in a dance-like fashion, so that the light caught the hues of the leather dress smoothing her luscious curves. She wore a hammered silver choker, with a single pendant at her throat – a very detailed depiction of two lovers entwined, delicately carved in bone. Feathery earrings framed her face, dove feathers dangled around each of two long, beautiful iridescent blue and green peacock eyes that dusted her shoulders.
The men in the room could not resist a glance – she took these opportunities to charm them more with a seductive smile. She was gracious with the ladies, greeting with hugs and sincerities. The men were the fuel of her fire.
In one corner, a musician expertly fingered a magnificent grand, expressing the melodic highs and lows of love, loving, and lovers. The music was alluring, inviting dancers to experience excitement, explore the edge.
He watched as she stalked the unsuspecting gentlemen, selecting the object of her night’s attention, and temporary affection. She touched their hands, letting her fingers linger just a moment longer than a casual greeting. She leaned closer, where her fragrance intoxicated. One, she caressed with red tipped nails – as if clawing her intent into his subconscious mind.
She walked alone to the French doors, slipped outside into the crisp air.
It was late now, dark in the lush garden, lit only by a few ivory candles placed on bamboo stakes along the walkway. She stepped carefully, leaning down to unlace white leather moccasins, tossing them aside as she continued on, barefoot. She heard the doors open from behind her – he was following her… and she stopped to wait.
The soft leather material felt velvety against her skin, feeling almost bare under his fingers as he began to caress her large round breasts, pulling her forcefully toward him – overcome with intense desire. She resisted only slightly – unable to contain her own intense yearning. She succumbed to his whispers at her ear – hypnotized by the vision he described, feeling every word… but aching for only one who could extinguish the flames set afire in the ballroom – her master.
