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Chapter 22 by porneia porneia

Can you resist the moment?

No, the moment takes you both.

Your dance has now become a softly moving caressing embrace. As Selina's head rests against the right side of your chest, her right hand slowly caresses your left pectoral. Sliding her left hand up underneath your dress coat she presses against your back, bringing herself into you even closer. Holding her in your arms the scent of her hair, and the softness of her body against, you is riveting.

The music all to soon stops as you hear that brief faint scratching sound of the needle moving beyond the grove before the tone-arm lifts up the headshell leaving the room in silence. Selina looks up at you with her bedroom emerald eyes that have the irresistible mixture of tenderness and desire. You say nothing as Selina slides her right hand up to your necktie and loops one figure in the already loosened knot. Giving it a little pull to further untie it she pauses and smiles, “I know what I want, the question is what do you?”

There are dozens reasons you can think of why you shouldn't do this. Besides simply being out of character; the moral, logical, psychological arguments are numerous and weighty. Yes, of course on a base level you want to have sex with her; she is the most beautiful, alluring and desirable woman you have ever met. Yes, it has been three years since you have made love, and yes, the moment is beyond romantic. But there is more than that, on some deeper fundamental level, you simply want her, all of her. Yet, you have never been one for that mumbo jumbo about “true love” or “finding a soulmate”, however . . .

“You think to much.” Selina gently interrupts your pondering with a soft kiss. “It's simply, should I go, or do we make love?”

Reaching up to your left ring figure, for the first time in your life, you take off your wedding ring in front of someone who isn't your wife. The look on Selina's face you cannot read, as she carefully follows you placing the matrimonial band on the table next you. When you take off your tie the shapely Gothamite gives a wide smile with a very pleased grin about your choice.

Taking her right hand, you kiss it, and then gently escort your date to the bedroom.

How does this next dance go?

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