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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 18:57:26 GMT -5
*If he was breathing a little hard, it was because the deep breaths and slow exhalations helped to relax him as her hands slid over his well-muscled body.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 19:02:50 GMT -5
*Sylvia finished with his shirt, leaving it open as she smoothed her hands over the bared flesh of his chest and abs, working down do his trouser buttons. She smiled as her hands continued to his thighs, and her face lowered to the waistline of the pants, biting the fabric to unfasten the buttons, glancing up invitingly as she did so. She drew her tongue over the skin of his abdomen.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 19:07:17 GMT -5
*Thatcher was almost in a trance-like state of delirious lust, which rendered him somewhat inactive in general, as if his entire being were focused instead on a single and rather obvious point.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 19:17:47 GMT -5
*Sylvia was all smiles as she lifted herself once more, the loose gown slipping from her shoulder. She tugged the trousers over his hips a bit roughly, only to straddle him again, looking down with a wickedly lustful light about her.*
"Tell me..." *She whispered, but her voice held a hint of demand.*
"Tell me you want me. That you have to have me. That you will until I beg you to stop."
*She raked her nails over his smooth chest.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 27, 2008 19:21:36 GMT -5
*He hissed and arched his spine as blood beaded along the scratched welts across his skin, though they began to heal instantly.*
"I will say it...if you wish me to," *he whispered.* "If it pleases you..."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 27, 2008 19:26:04 GMT -5
*Her smile turned a bit cruel, but deliciously wanton.*
"I want it. I need you to tell me, Thatcher. Make me believe it."
*Her breaths were shortening and her chest heaving gently as head fell back a moment. Her eyes sought his, begging and commanding in the same moment.*
"Please me..."
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 28, 2008 6:58:39 GMT -5
"Then I will take you, as I must, until you scream in pain and pleasure, until you truly believe death will take you, release you, show you mercy and hide you from my hands..."
*He arched beneath her, slowly raising her up.*
"But you will only find release when I will it so."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 28, 2008 7:03:37 GMT -5
*She gasped as he pushed them both up, delighted. There was something about the way he spoke of it. Commanding and wanting at the same time. It was lovely in its own way. She rocked against him, brow arched deviously as she looked down at him.*
"Is that so? Do you think that I could not take my pleasure from you?"
*She sucked her lip to suppress a giggle.*
"With you so...vulnerable?"
*Her tone was playful yet heavy with lust.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 28, 2008 7:21:21 GMT -5
"You think I couldn't snap this pretty little ribbon with a moment's effort?" *he drawled, his eyes traveling over the length of her neck for a moment before his gaze caught and held hers.* "Tsktsk...you know my strength better than that..."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 28, 2008 7:28:36 GMT -5
*Sylvia pouted a moment, drawing her fingers lightly down her body, parting the gown as she lowered her bared breasts to his chest, rubbing against him wantonly.*
"I know... It's just that...you promised to let me have my pleasure."
*She kissed him deeply as she urged her body against his.*
"Have you changed your mind?"
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 28, 2008 7:43:21 GMT -5
*Thatcher returned the kiss softly before shifting his lips to her ear.*
"Take what you will..." *he whispered.* "But know that it is only because I let you."
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 28, 2008 7:54:43 GMT -5
"Mmmm..."
*She purred softly against him, nipping at his neck as she shifted her hips.*
"Then let me."
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 28, 2008 8:00:58 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Thatcher's self-control was exquisitely fine-tuned, and he had little difficulty in letting Sylvia take as much of him as she desired, waiting until he was certain she had finished for the night to allow himself release. A moment later he pulled his hands from the knotted sash, easily tearing the delicate fabric with his sharp white teeth before tugging free with one swift motion. He lay back with a sigh, drawing Sylvia into his arms, gently grazing his lips over her shoulder.*
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 28, 2008 8:15:38 GMT -5
*Sylvia purred against him, nestled beneath his arm and listening to his deep breath. This wasn't so bad, not really. She kissed his skin softly.*
"Thank you..." *She murmured against it.*
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Post by Thatcher on Feb 28, 2008 8:27:45 GMT -5
"Mmm thank you," *he muttered with a smile, his eyes staying closed as he cuddled against her.*
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