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Click here"Uncontrolled."
                                    "Uninhibited."
"Free."
                                    "Loose."
"Tight."
He snapped the second "T", pronouncing it like a separate syllable, making his intent clear.
                                    "Cunt."
"Fuck."
                                    "Me."
"You."
                                    "Us."
"Coupled."
                                    "Entwined."
"Embrace."
                                    "Torrid."
"Hot."
                                    "Searing."
"Scorching."
                                    "Molten."
"Volcano."
                                    "Tremor."
"Tremble."
                                    "Quiver."
"Quake."
                                    "Erupt!"
Dylan shook his head.
"Simmer," he corrected.
Bastard.
                                    "Boil," she insisted.
Dylan shook his head again.
"Steam."
What a cocktease!
                                    "Cloud."
"Float."
                                    "Ascend."
"Heaven."
                                    "Oh... G - God!"
Dylan stared, mouth open, for the full five seconds before continuing.
"Goddess..." he said.
                                    "Divine!"
"Ecstasy."
                                    "Rapture!"
"Frenzy."
                                    "Convulse."
"Spasm."
                                    "Come!"
"Climax!"
                                    "Cry!"
"Shout!"
                                    "YesOhFuckingGodYes!"
"Exclaim."
                                    "Gasp!"
"Exhale."
                                    "Sigh."
"Collapse."
                                    "Swoon."
"Exhaust."
                                    "Finish."
"Triumph."
                                    "Trophy."
"Accolade."
                                    "Applause."
Dylan stood and bowed, announcing their game was complete.
Paige imagined how she must appear, face and neck flushed with heat – naked lust in her eyes. He had no idea what he had just unleashed, she thought.
Dylan displayed the same cocky expression he had been wearing before their game. "So, where do you want to go on Saturday?"
"Saturday?" Paige was aghast.
Dylan's eyebrows furrowed. "That was our deal. I prove word association is psychologically useful, and I get to take you out on Saturday."
"You think I'm going to wait until Saturday?" Paige asked.
Dylan's eyes widened.
Paige stood and grabbed his shirt, pushing him backwards toward the bed. "You have thirty seconds to stick your cock inside me, or you won't be alive on Saturday!"
As Dylan removed Paige's clothes, he decided that on Saturday he would take her to that new Japanese restaurant. Afterward, they would try Rorschach Tests.
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The End.
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Thanks for reading! Please vote and let me know what you thought.
*Standing ovation*. Seduction in its purest form. And now I need to lick a brain... Or a cold shower.
I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for writing, and thank you for sharing your work.
amazing, I wish I had the vocabulary and the spontaneity to have that kind of a conversation with a member of the female persuasion. Very good!
smart is sexy and this is wicked smart. love the eloquence and simplicity. shows that even without over-wrought prose, you can still clearly communicate a story of elevating desire and attraction.
Love it! Never would have thought that a story without any actual sex in it would be so sexy. You're a master of the language.
I took psych my last semester of college. One of the chapters that we went over was this. It actually is something that therapist use to delve into the unconscious mind.
The author has a great command of the English language and of how to nuance. This is a fun, quick read!
The "tennis match" style of dialogue has been done in other places in media, but I've never seen it done so well, and to facilitate so much sheer sexual arousal in a piece of literature, as you did here.
Don't sweat that ten percent; the style pulled them out of their comfort zone or they obsessed about "rules of grammar" over going with the (damn impressive) flow.