Friday, July 30, 2010

Missing Part 5

We are getting close to the ending, better read up parts 1-4 to make any sense of it..

Enjoy.. I hope it makes you bite someone!!


Missing Part 5

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He was still next to me when the sun broke through the crack in the curtains. His breathing was calmed now, I didn't move, he was too close for me to risk waking him and losing that wet heat between us. I had never felt like this about another, this time it was more than the ceiling lifting orgasms, more than the lust, it was deeper, it had a pureness, even in these tangled circumstances. It was risky, him still being here, being here at all for that matter, we both had a destination and were not supposed to meet in the middle on this beaten path.

His touch grew alive, his fingers now grazing my leg and up to my chest. He sent me a smile and a chill went through me.

"That's the way to wake up" I whispered.

"I was just thinking the same sappy thing, but you know, I do have to leave."

"Yes" I gave in begrudgingly, "I do".

The moment then stopped, he took my breath in and gave it back fresher, his kiss turned me ravenous again, he countered that nicely with the force of his tongue.


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"Do something for me" he asked, controlling the speed of my heartbeat.

"Lay perfectly stilled on top of me for a moment, let me feel your thoughts through your skin".

"There's something between us" We both smiled, knowing it meant two different things.

"What should we do with it?"

I took him all inside, in more ways then one, he tried not to move, I laid in heavenly suspension above him. Soft touches serenaded the air around us, I bit down on the curve of his neck when he made the slightest move inside of me, the closest to rapture I had ever felt. A few slow deep circles and we gave in.

And then he was gone.

I was alone again in myself, wondering where my real loyalties lay. A few moments later, there was a pounding on the door. I ran, thinking he had come back and I could steal one more heated breath, it was not him at the door.

"What the fuck did you just do?" Anger surged through him. "Where is the hard core bitch that had it all worked out? Risking yourself is one thing, you fuck this up and we both go down, this was not the plan, you stupid, stupid bitch!"

I stood naked at the door, exposed to the eyes of reality and anger, shaking.

"I need out, I'm sorry" I muttered, very aware of the absurd simplistic nature of the sentence.

"This isn't a grade school game, you can't just tag out! There is more to be done, you are a main character in this investigation, I suggest we go to the station, NOW!"

I could tell this was not a request, but a demand, I agreed I would meet him there at 3, and hoped that I had some sort of intelligent solution by then.

Tears cut through cheeks sometimes..

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..without leaving a mark anywhere..

..except your heart.

I knew things were going to get a little messy from here.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Erotic dreams


This was a dream, I knew it, but somehow I felt the pressure in all of the right spots of reality. Moments lapsed where I was awake, yet not fully conscience, still feeling the heat penetrating to my core, although my hands were idle. I writhed for a bit before falling asleep once more. This cycle continued, I was almost there, almost, but not able to feel that cut, that sting of the breaking point I needed so badly.

Once again I teeter between the reality and a flurried fantasy. I was pleasuring my self in my dream, hard, relentless in taking what was mine. Frantically, self arousing, I thrust my pelvis, muscles tightening, almost to releasing. Stronger, fiercer, faster I ravage and pull at hardened nipples. Quickly I move against the resistance, closer to becoming undone and dropped from this feeling of suspended ecstasy, to breathe normally again.

I would not climax in my dream, instead, I would awaken fully to long for it. My mind had been my lover, skilled, focusing expertly on the task at hand. My desires needed fulfilling, erotic dreams leaving me to my own devices for the time being. A few breaths later, a stifled moan, another moment lapses, I repeat, biting my lip full on in the rapture, tasting blood, smiling, I fall back into deep sleep.

My hand is still hot, fingers resting motionless, yet in position, hungry to serve with the slightest move, awakening me, incredibly aroused once again, in the morning air.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Business Meeting

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When he told me he was going to be late, I was a little incensed, the things I could be taking care of, dancing in my mind, loose ends to tie, but I still stood firm and waited, after all, this was business. I sat on a black leather high stool peeling the label off my beer in one piece, dangling a stiletto from fishnet covered toes. I feel cautious tonight, wary to meet like this, short notice, after just one conversation. These days it's risky, you never know who will materialize, or what evil they have planned, what do they know about me? I have always been able to take care of myself, slender and strong, schooled in warfare and martial arts, people should always be wary of me, although they seldom are.

One more drink slips down coldly, he is even later than we had agreed to, maybe something was up. Just as my head wrapped around leaving, he saunters in holding a red rose. His hair looked much darker than it had appeared in pictures, it was tousled precisely, his eyes were strong and focused directly on mine. The stiletto slipped off my toes, pinging against the metal of the bar, I smiled awkwardly at the fumble. His hands felt strong as he caressed my shoulder and apologized for his tardiness, the softness of his touch sent a warmed chill down my spine.

He was a very attractive man, with an aura that seeped sex and the vibe that he indeed could master it. Conversation stuttered at first. He made me nervous, but I could not show that to him.

"You come here often? It seems like a nice place, it was a good suggestion." I voiced softly.

"I have been here a few times, it's always pretty calm here, a nice place to relax with a beautiful woman as yourself."

"But this is business" I ployed.

"Yes, it is" He returned with a smirk, looking at me as if I was his offering.

For a moment I was lost, doing things to him in my mind that would shock even the most promiscuous in nature. I needed to focus, get through this. I felt alive as he hopped on the stool next to mine, a tailored pant leg brushing against me, my body still under inspection. He noticed that my skirt barely covered my fishnet thigh highs. I always felt sexy wearing them like this, no panties, a worthwhile risk. His index finger slowly slipped under them, un-apologetically, brushing in, toying with me. The mood quickly turned lustful, this was just a mere formality, we knew what would be next.

I was glad I read his profile so closely, I could tell instantly I would be attracted to him, but never thought it would be to this extent. I was pleased to know some weaknesses were purely sexual. I looked around to see that there was no attention drawing on us and reached between my legs, feeling my own heat, offering him a finger to taste the sweetness. He accepted greedily, with full contented eye contact, no hidden messages, it was time to go. He offered a place, I countered strongly to where we would actually end up. My boss had given me the keys to a secluded beach loft for the night, a place he used often to "entertain". Our sport cars could not speed to the coast fast enough.

This is where I had to be cautious, I had a blade strapped around my thigh and a gun in my purse, he had come close to finding the blade with wandering hands. I had always carried protection, this city gets dark at night, but I did not want to alarm him. I slipped it off as he was caught by the beauty of the beach front view, the lights of a dock flickering in the distance.

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There was no time to talk, clothes fell off on command. My breasts were idolized with his gaze and his lips perfectly suckled them in a way I had never felt before, I ran my hands down his back, burying my head in his hair and taking in all of his scent. He had me immobilized with pleasure, I was used to being in control, but tonight, I would let a stranger own me.

I celebrated with a smile and a shiver of passion when he went down on me, certainly not his first time, certainly aware of a womans weak spots. I tried to play as if I was not impressed, keep a low mysterious key, this was lost quickly under his spell time and time again.

I had to taste him. I begged for him, longing to look up at him, watching his face as I pleasured him in return. He was very thankful indeed, I brought him to the edge and slowed, eager to feel his hot release inside me. The breathing heightened, I gasped at his size and the power he had handled me with. I don't recall ever being at this level of orgasm before, we had fit perfectly, his moans of pleasure I would never forget, it was a shame it would be the last time.

Our breathing returned to normal, I slipped on his crisp white shirt, he pulled on his pants as I ran my fingers up his chest, admiring every muscle. But now it's time for business.

I ran off to the kitchen to return presenting fine wine in tall shimmering crystal stems and a playful smile. He gulped it down easily, I toyed with the thought of another round with him, I always was a bit selfish in that respect. I place one hand behind his head, the other traces his strong jawline. I enjoy one last slow, deep kiss, and with one swift move, his neck is broken, and he falls to the ground at my feet. It still surprises me how weak and trusting men are when presented with sex.

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Rather a shame I didn't meet him under different circumstances, not as a marked man, an impetuous rival to the business at hand, danger to the profits of our operation. There is no time for sorrow, this is my job, I do it well, I always had. But,, I do rather enjoy when things get a bit twisted like this, a welcome distraction to the darkness of my task.

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I call in to confirm, re-apply the bloodiest of red lip stick and leave with a smile of respect for him, still wearing his shirt and scent on my skin.