Chapter 1: In the Jungle, The Mighty Jungle.

I have spent many long days in this concrete forest tracking the incredibly beautiful, yet dangerously seductive, Urban Jungle Queen. Using the most recent technologically advanced stealth systems has only allowed me stalk, but not capture, this elusive beauty
--this Jane to my Tarzan. My GPS be damned, I now resort to primitive measures. I had the foresight to bring along my own dessert of dark chocolate dipped strawberries that now bait the trap in my lair, waiting patiently like tiny blushing brown robed Buddha's. As eager as Cherubic red cheeked Girl Scouts, they know their next merit badge depends on the outcome of this pursuit.

Having used all of my predatory knowledge and magnetic animal tracking skills to get within reach of my gorgeous prey, I now have her directly and constantly within my crosshairs. Unaware of my presence, I am as close as I have ever been to her. I can clearly see and enjoy every line and curve --every mound and hollow to play and hide in. I enjoy all the symmetry, asymmetry and geometry of her while I watch her follow the path I created to lead her to me. Her fate is my impeding embrace.

As the day warms a slight breeze wafts the sweet smell of my fruit and cocoa confection right under her sensitive nose. Closer, closer she stalks toward my snare. Her nostrils flare inhaling the lush aroma of fat, fresh strawberries. Memories of a sumptuous sweet taste make her mouth water, and she thinks of bittersweet chocolate melting on her tongue. Wary though she may be, she can’t resist the sensuous pleasure she knows each bite will release within her mouth. Slowly she moves towards my baited snare with the grace and stealth of a She-Wolf on the trail of her victim to be. I dare not move or even breathe, lest my prey senses my presence. As if mesmerized she can’t help but follow her nose. I only have to be patient for a few more heartbeats before I may claim my trophy. Wait for it… wait… just two more steps. Wait for it… patience… just one more step and… Aha… I’ve got you my sweet-toothed pretty.

What a sight to behold as I gaze lovingly and yes, lustfully at my captured, trussed and bound Forest Goddess. In safari hat (and little else) I am the Great White Hunter. Armed and dangerous, I already have my quarry sedated with kisses. Kisses that start feather soft, silky, slightly moist, memorizing every centimeter of the perfection that is her face, ears and neck. Lips on eyelids, nose and cheek can taste the difference between earlobe and the delicate line of her jaw. I tease her with soft flickers and light laps of my tongue where her neck joins the shoulder. Slowly, languidly the passion heightens, stretches, and deepens as I take mouthfuls of her neck to bite softly and gently, and I tug and pull the hair on the back of her head. Moans escape her throat sending an electric current down my spine sparking every nerve-ending on it's journey through my body. I pull my head back only far enough so I may peer into her lightening colored eyes as they flash defiance and desire. Finally, I devour her strawberry stained lips and a tribal drum begins to sound. Our lips are nearly prehensile and simian in their eagerness to explore. Mouths part, allowing tongue to taste tongue with languid laps and wet lazy licks that browse gums and peruse teeth. Tongues entwining like lovers in a long forgotten sacred cave where The Ancients danced for the Fertility Gods. With a little prodding and cajoling my tongue is granted deeper and longer access to the darker recesses of her mouth. My trussed Queen submits, helpless, tasting sweet fruit and cocoa butter. She takes as much of my tongue as I can give and very deliberately sucks on it in promise of future pleasures.

Under the coarse material of her blouse is smooth skin. Her texture contrasts my calloused hands. My fingers follow, caress and knead the muscles in her back and shoulders causing her to moans and purr. She growls into my mouth as my hands slide down her back to cup and knead the delectable flesh of her ass cheeks and I pull her hips closer and harder against mine. I sense her approval of my hardening arousal when I search her trusting eyes. She’s mine. My captive and captivated lover grinds into me; her breath hot and sultry on my face, neck and bare shoulders. Her teeth leave painful, yet pleasurable tracks on my skin. With her tongue she licks and moistens the marks as she blows on them to cool their heat.

I want to, I need to go slowly, to let each of my senses enjoy all of her. I feel her hair and skin in my hands, against my body. I hear her cries of ecstasy, her whispers of delight. I see her as I memorize her untamed natural beauty, than inhale and breathe the myriad of fragrant smells and funky essences that halo her. I kiss, lick and taste every inch, every crack and crevice, every pool and stream, every hill and valley.

My hands reluctantly disconnect from her and I pull her blouse up and not quite over her head so that only her sensuous mouth is exposed. Blinded, she can't see me. Her wrists are bound and her hands are helpless above her head. Will she trust her predator? What will I do next? A kiss on the mouth? No, I give her what she wants. I lower my head to her breasts and enjoy traces of salt on skin that feels like brushed silk on my lips. I push and slide my tongue under the elastic material, letting the moisture soothe the overlooked and tender skin underneath. As I trace circles around her stiffening nipples with my free hand, I revel in the weight and warmth of a tit against my cheek. Her shirt is covering her eyes, leaving her sightless and vulnerable. I undo the clasps and slide the straps off her smooth, slightly trembling shoulders… … …