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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 16:42:43 GMT -5
"I'm afraid there are those whose luck--or skill--is such that no one can stand against it," *Valmont said.* "The fault lies in them, I am certain. No one looking at you could imagine otherwise. Your charms are manifest."
*He lowered the dress over her shoulders and arms to reveal her breasts, plumped firmly by her corset. His head bent to lay a light kiss on one, then the other.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 16:52:09 GMT -5
So he's one of THOSE men...the kind who get satisfaction from pleasing a woman...I can accommodate that.
*She artfully let out a light gasp in the same moment as she pressed herself more insistently against him, her hands moving to relieve him of his waistcoat, her fingers brushing tantalizingly across the breeches molded against his thighs.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 16:54:30 GMT -5
*Valmont smiled slightly against her soft skin. She was a professional, and it showed--in a good way. Still, he could not help but wonder what she'd be like with a less practiced air. What it would be life to show her this kind of pleasure for the first time. He grasped her wandering hand and pressed it against himself.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 16:59:47 GMT -5
*There was not much she hadn't seen--or felt--before. She'd had good nights and bad nights, and little truly impressed her, anymore, though men like this Vicomte tended to lighten the otherwise blase nature of her existence. She enjoyed her work whenever possible, but really--did anyone believe le petit mort in any form, in either quality or quantity, could be an adequate compensation for where she found herself in life? It was good--for now. Everything only for now. Thinking of the future would only drive her mad, and so she let herself fall into the moment, blinding herself to everything but the heat of the men she took to her bed. With only a hint of cool professionalism, she adjusted her gentle but firm grip, knowing exactly how to make a man's eyes roll back in his head.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 17:09:58 GMT -5
*Could he invade her cool exterior? Did he care? Of course he did; it was a measure of his skill, and his skill always made him happy. His hands traced back to her corset, unlacing it as he urged himself against her hand, more than satisfied with her ministrations.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 8, 2008 1:51:00 GMT -5
*She turned to allow him better access to the laces of her corset, letting the curve of the backside he'd so admired press against him invitingly, its lush firmness promising more to come.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 8, 2008 10:04:19 GMT -5
*Their lower bodies pressed together, Valmont continued working on her corset until it unfolded free of her. He dropped it to the floor and caressed her from his current position. Her breasts seemed a tad too large. Perfect, of course, just... He shoved the thought away and turned her around to face him. He gestured to his trousers.*
"Care to reciprocate?"
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Post by Ilse on Apr 8, 2008 11:25:19 GMT -5
"Of course, Monsieur," *she said, easily divesting him of his remaining clothing with seamless precision.* "If you are at all cold..." *her eyes flicked towards the large bed.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 8, 2008 11:50:15 GMT -5
*Valmont's eyes followed hers to the bed.*
"Perhaps a bit of a chill," *he agreed, drawing her over to it. He bade her sit, then trailed his hand along her side before easing her down to recline.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 8, 2008 16:22:44 GMT -5
*Ilse moved to accommodate him, reaching up to entice him nearer, trailing one hand down his torso.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 8, 2008 16:58:17 GMT -5
*Valmont smiled to himself and sank onto the bed over her.*
"Don't speak," *he said, in the back of his mind knowing that any woman speaking would be too much and not enough like... someone else.*
Valerie.
*He tried to chase the image from his mind, throwing himself into his well-rehearsed but no less skillful enjoyment of the woman before him. If he wished her slightly less experienced or more unruly, it didn't mean he didn't enjoy it.*
*FADE OUT*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 8, 2008 17:07:10 GMT -5
*FADE IN*
*Ilse stretched in an almost feline motion, having been bored throughout the entire encounter, though that wasn't to say she hadn't enjoyed parts of it. Still--one could tell the difference between a man who was desperate for release and a man who was desperate for an absent woman. Or man, as the case sometimes was.*
"I could always answer to her name, if it might please you more, Monsieur," *she offered in what she assumed was a kindly fashion.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 8, 2008 17:37:51 GMT -5
*Valmont's expression tightened and he rose to a sitting position.*
"Don't presume on your long experience that you know a man's every thought," *he snapped.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 8, 2008 17:39:46 GMT -5
*She let out a soft, knowing "Ahhh."*
"So that's how it is? I do not presume much, Monsieur, but when I do, I can be very certain of my intuition guiding me rightly."
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Post by Valmont on Apr 8, 2008 17:46:10 GMT -5
*Valmont raised an eyebrow.*
"In bed, perhaps," *he said.* "And even then, I'd stick to the less intellectual side. You do well enough. There is no one; and if there were, I wouldn't be discussing her with you."
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