Shiva’s Necklace by J.T. Seate
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THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT by Janie James
THE BULLFIGHTER by Richard Bacula
SHIVA’S NECKLACE
by
J.T. Seate
Despite my longing stare, I managed to notice something besides the bathing Mrs. Babcock. The necklace. It rested on a velvet cushion next to the tub. Her hand, draped elegantly over the edge of the tub, teased a large centerpiece stone.
Since she hadn’t asked why I had come, I tried to dive into the purpose of my visit, but the words which came from my lips were, “What a lovely necklace.”
Her fingers ran across the surface of smaller stones set in gold. “Yes, isn’t it?” she replied, proceeding to pick it up. As she clasped the necklace around her long neck, a rich color rose in her face. Her nostrils flared, and she breathed deeply—creating an effect as dramatic as the use of an opiate might have been. Her strong emotions appeared to be loosed when there was a purpose to be served.
“You mustn’t do that,” I protested, while my inner self soared with expectation.
“And why not? Have you come to examine my necklace, or about another matter?”
I was at a loss on how to proceed. The necklace was now on her swan-like neck. She removed the towel from her chest and stood in the tub full of bubbles. An airy froth covered sections of her hips and legs. Her pubis hid behind a sudsy beard. The effect was one that almost denied total nudity. Rather, she seemed wrapped in a diaphanous scattering of snowflakes.
Taken aback by her boldness, I stood and admired her form in all its wonder. “Pardon me, Mrs. Babcock, but it doesn’t seem proper for me to be in your privy. It is the necklace I’m here to discuss.” Just so. The necklace. The payoff. My mind worked hard to refocus.
A pleasing smile curved the corners of her lips. “Yes, the necklace. Of course. It is a wondrous thing. It has revealed my true mission here in India.” She stepped from the tub, wispy foam deserting her like melting snow.
I looked for a towel I might offer or the servant who was nowhere in sight. “Really, Mrs. Babcock, we must talk about what the necklace does to you when you wear it.” And what it does to me.
She studied me intensely and seemed to make up her mind. “My husband obviously sent you. This was a wonderful thing for him to do.” Her voice was self-assured and flavored with seduction. One willowy hand rubbed the necklace’s surface as she slowly walked toward me, soap flakes of bubble-bath shimmering as they fell from her legs and hips like pieces of gossamer, accentuating her steps.
I stood like a cigar-store Indian statue as she came close enough for us to feel each other’s breath. I blanched at the wickedness of my thoughts—those of her and me falling to the floor and wallowing about like eight-limbed sea crabs. Such thoughts glided into my mind as smoothly as butter on a muffin. A blameless life is difficult to navigate through tides of temptation.
“You are a learned man, whom I greatly admire. The treasure I wear has taught me how to provide pleasure. Did it ever occur to you how easily India’s predicament of malnutrition could be curbed by one certain action, while curtailing births and providing protein and nutrients to women? It’s such a simple thing. I will show you.”
Her hypnotic voice and beauty had its effect. Her naked thighs were like a gateway to long-held fantasies of free love and rutting in public, and visions of my cock being fellated by beautiful art-models danced through my head. Within my trousers, my member stiffened and rose toward the dark puff between her thighs.
She tilted her head and offered her open mouth as if it were a sexual flower. When her lips first contacted mine, I felt I might swoon like a schoolgirl. The feel of her succulent lips against mine can only be described as the first stage of being devoured by a Venus flytrap. Within my trousers, my cock bore between her sudsy thighs. My hands squeezed her upturned breasts.
I was beyond control and had no thought about the money I’d hoped to collect. The sexual rush obliterated common sense and tilted all-purpose toward desire, the forbiddance heightening my passion. I bent from her kisses to take her nipples into my mouth, one after the other. The scent of the perfumed tub-water filled my nostrils while I suckled.
She took the opportunity to find the buttons behind the woolen flap of my trousers and unbuttoned them. Her slender hands skillfully worked their way through layers of cloth until my bulbous cock sprang forth.
Her breasts broke free from my eager lips and hungry gulps with a pop, and she fell to her knees. Her left hand disappeared inside the crotch of my undergarment and reappeared with my testicles in her palm. Her right hand retrieved my cock-shaft from the curly undergrowth and took firm hold of its base, leaving the greater amount of my erection free to further engage in our folly.
I wanted to place my hands on the sides of her head, but some mysterious fear of breaking a dreamlike spell forbade me from doing so. She rubbed her forefinger across my penis’s tip, drawing forth a liquid tear. She spread the liquid over my cock’s helmet and around the ridge, causing me to shudder with the deliciously sinful nature of it all.
“Quite the royal crown your cock doth wear, my ribald gemologist. I am obliged to see if it is as delightful to the taste as it is to the eye.”
After J.T. read a few stories to his parents, they booted him out of the house. Undaunted, he continues to write everything from humor to the erotic to the macabre, and is especially keen on transcending genre pigeonholing. His tales may be told with hardcore realism or fantasy, bringing to life the most quirky of characters.
Get in touch with J.T. Seate here:
www.troyseateauthor.webs.com, @JaySeate, Facebook
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Includes stories by: Rose Caraway, Janie James, Dylan McEwan, Moxie Marcus, J.T. Seate, M.P. Clifton, Jaap Boekestein, Richard Bacula, Prescott Anderson, Annabeth Leong, Corey Reid, Betina Cipher, Theophilia St. Claire, Dorothy Freed, Winter Blair, Minister Trouble, and Dr. Colin Adler.
With special FOREWORD by: Dr. David Ley, Ph.D. (author of Insatiable Wives: Women Who Stray And The Men Who Love Them)
