Surrender to Temptation Part IV: Tempted to Entice Read Free Page B

a risqué play? A little-known singer songwriter that Zach was a fan of? Was he strangely into opera?
    The lights came up all at once, illuminating two figures on a stark stage. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I clutched at Zach’s chest as I realized what we were about to see.
    We were at a live sex show.
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    “Zach!” I felt as though I should be horrified, but I wasn’t . . . at all.
    The sight of the couple on stage, both of them completely naked, aroused me beyond belief.
    “Devon, do you remember what I once told you? Forget about what you think you should feel, and just immerse yourself in the experience.” I fidgeted in my seat, unable to keep my eyes on the couple for more than a few seconds at a time.
    I already knew what I really felt, and it was raw and dirty and not what was expected of a good girl.
    I wrestled with myself, mortally uncomfortable. When Zach caught my chin in his hand and turned my face to look at him, I looked down, feeling ashamed.
    “Devon.” With the hand not holding my chin, he tucked a wisp of my ponytail behind my ear. When I dared to look up at him, I found no pretense in his expression or demeanor.
    “There’s nothing wrong with wanting what you want. What
I
want is to share something with you that I think will bring us both pleasure. The choice is simple. If you want to stay, we will. If you don’t, we’ll leave. Just tell me.”
    There was no judgment in his tone, no coercion, though I figured that if he had brought me here, he wanted to stay, wanted to experience this with me. And even if I hadn’t wanted to please him, which I did, I found that a big part of me wanted to stay.
    It felt deviant, and it felt wrong. It was so different from anything I’d experienced before. But, as Zach had pointed out, there was nothing wrong with wanting what I wanted. So I licked my lips with the tip of my tongue to moisten them, and, staring down at my hands, whispered, “I want to stay.”
    I felt a shudder pass through Zach’s body, and an answering heat in my own. I found it strangely reassuring.
    No matter the difficulties that we faced in the strange and intense relationship that we shared, there was something primal in each of us that responded to the other. It was indefinable and thrilling, and in that moment, comforting.
    Zach was teaching me there was nothing wrong with being who I was—and the person whom I was discovering I was would sit back and enjoy a live sex show.
    On the stage, the couple kissed softly. Though they were both fully nude, it was not what I expected. It was sweet. It was romantic.
    I cast a sidelong glance at Zach. He was watching calmly, and I took my cue from him.
    The woman threaded her hands through the man’s hair. He ran his palms over her back and down, caressing the cheeks of her ass. She moaned, the sound echoing loudly throughout the theater.
    The man dropped suddenly to his knees in front of her, and she placed her hands on his shoulders. Her lips were glistening from his kisses. With a sure touch he parted her thighs, then her labia, opening her to his mouth like a flower to the sun.
    My mouth fell open as the man bent and placed a wet, openmouthed kiss on the woman’s cunt. She smiled with pleasure, arching her hips into his face, and heat suffused me.
    I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable and at the same time fixated on the scene in front of me. I found that I could not look away.
    Watching the man lick and suck and bring the woman to climax was one of the most erotic things that I had ever seen. Neither was the type of person that I expected to see on this stage—both appeared to be in their midforties, and while attractive, were clearly not models. The woman had a soft curve to her belly that told me she had borne children, and the hair between the man’s legs was streaked with iron gray.
    Still, something in their caresses drew me in, held me captive. As the woman’s shudders subsided, and she dropped to her own knees while