A Taste of Armand

By Linda

"My dreams for the past several weeks had been of a man…or of a dark,mysterious shadow…now, this night, a dark shadowy rustle of long black hair - he moved silently past me and blocked my way as I walked alone through the fragrant quiet streets of the city. As he turned on me with the dim light of the New Orleans street lamp now behind him, his silhouette shimmered in a soft glow, his hair moved in the wind in a slow motion around his slender body.

My heart stopped and then raced with excitement and fear. He was next to me then…

I hardly saw him move, he was the shadow in my dream. As he stood before me now, carelessly covered in a long flowing cloak, I followed his form with my eyes up the black, tightly fitting and revealing trousers to the buttons on his shirt which were seductively open to show dark tufts of beautiful chest hair curling downward to…startled back to reality all at once, I turned my attention upward and slowly centered my gaze to stare into the most luscious and sensual deep brown eyes I'm sure had ever been beheld by humankind.

The creature reached down and slowly clasped my hand in his…surprisingly cool to the touch, he brought my hand to his lips and gently nuzzled each finger.

I was frozen in fear and anticipation, undecided whether to run or succumb to him…mesmerized, nearly in a daze by his presence, I reached out and ran my fingers through the dark silken hair which fell nearly to his waist. As I touched him, he responded and pulled me close, cupping my face in his hands…he stared deeply into my eyes as he moved ever so slowly to the kiss.

As he came closer, his breath on my skin, he turned his attention to my neck and snuggled into me, slowly licking and giving gentle, warm little kisses from my shoulder upwards to the back of my ear. My heart stopped again! His lips then brushed mine…softly at first, a whisper…a bare brushing of soft, warmth…I sighed breathlessly.

He murmured something unintelligible in a most charming and seductive accent of unknown origin as he now moved in even closer. His lips caught me again. Hungry now, his tongue found mine…our hands explored one another eagerly and our bodies pressed together as the kiss lingered…and lingered…and lingered…

As I finally opened my eyes, and as he was holding me safely in his arms, he invited me…come and be with him forever.

Unable to speak, I obediently nodded my head consenting to his invitation. He smiled with his beautiful eyes, moved even closer, carressed my cheek with the back of his fingers then reached for my hand again, kissing the tips of each of my fingers and then gazed up into my eyes…holding my hand and guiding me towards him, he whispered, 'come with me then, chica…and remember my name…Armand.'"