It was a warm sultry evening. The smell of incense was thick in the air and the beauty walked barefoot across the room. Her whole body was covered with a sari of golden silk; but her hands and feet were not covered and she wore golden jewels, which made their own music to the rhythm of her movements.

She started to dance without any orchestra. It was then that he realized this was no ordinary striptease as the sari revealed a vital and supple body the color of cinnamon. She radiated extraordinary sexuality with every contraction of her hips, with the way she moved her hands, her head, her eyes, and with the way she stomped her feet. The opening and the closing of her nostrils, the sinuous twisting of her firm but flexible body were an amazing and deeply transfiguring show.

He felt deep electric currents of her passionate sensuality growing stronger and stronger, but it seemed to him that she only used a little piece of her great power. Her slow and ecstatic dance was profoundly symbolic, giving off different love moods, from attraction, challenging to seduction and finally ecstasy.

It seemed to last for hours on end. He fell completely under her spell and then in an instant, breathless, she clung to him as they tumbled onto the bed. Here was the restless, ruthless lover she had known existed alongside the gentle, patient one, and he excited her every bit as much. As frantic as he, she pulled the loosened shirt from his shoulders and gloried in the feel of his flesh under her hands.

He was as taut as wire, as explosive as gunpowder. She felt his muscles tense and tighten as his mouth raced hungrily over her flesh. With a throaty laugh she tugged at his jeans while they rolled over the bed. If this was a game they were playing, she was determined they would both win.

A broken moan escaped him as her seeking hands drove him toward delirium. With the other, he snagged her wrists, yanking them over her head. Her eyes met his for an instant, only time enough for a gasp before his hot, open mouth lowered to her skin to torment and tantalize.

Powerless against the onslaught, she arched against him. When her hands were free, she only pressed him closer, crying out as he sucked greedily at her breast.

There were sensations here, wild and exquisite, that trembled on but never crossed the thin line that separated pleasure from pain. She felt herself dragged under, deep, still deeper, to a windmill helplessly down some dark, endless tunnel toward unreasonable pleasures. She couldn't know what she was doing to him. He was skilled enough to be certain that she was trapped by her own senses. Yet her body wrapped around his, her hands sought, her lips hungered.

In the flickering light her skin was golden. Hair like hot fire. Under his hands it flowed like lava, sizzling and dangerous.  Passion heated her light floral scent and turned it into something secret and forbidden.

Impatient, he frantically tasted each new inch of exposed flesh. His mouth could not get enough of her. She tasted sweet, like honey. This new intimacy had her sobbing out his name, shuddering as climax slammed impossibly into climax.

She held on to him, her nails digging in, her palms sliding damply over his slick skin. Her mind was empty, wiped clear of all but sensation.  His name formed on her lips again and again. She thought he spoke to her, some mad, frenzied words that barely penetrated her clouded brain. Perhaps they were promises, pleas, or prayers. She would have answered all of them if she could.

Then his mouth was on hers, swallowing her cry of release, smothering her groan of surrender, as he drove himself into her. Fast, hot, reckless, they matched rhythms. Far beyond madness, they clung. Driven by lust, locked in desire, they raced.

Her frenzy of intimate lust overwhelmed him. He was devoured by it. Drunk with happiness, he almost lost his mind. She chanted mantra sounds which seemed to put him in a trance. Suddenly he felt his brain explode with a divine and extraordinarily profound contentment as if he had discovered another universe. There were shining lights of intense and marvelous colors. It seemed to him that the walls were melting and that the ecstasy of love were strongly penetrating every cell of his body as they danced that forbidden dance.