Zy's Haven in Hell

she falls into his kiss with an urgency of her own...her body melts against his as her eyes close...she lays on him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders

Noon sighs and then moans into the kiss hungrily, feeling her responding to it, kissing him back. His hands are moving on her, he's reaching down and grabbing her ass, moving his hands over her. He lets his hips begin to oscillate against hers, and he feels warm from much more than the proximity of the fire.

Growling, he gives her ass an aggressive slap and then breaks the kiss, his lips moving across her jaw and down her neck as his teeth come out to nibble softly on her skin. He takes int he taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her, and loves the way she feels on top of him. He peers into her eyes, his own glowing darkly with a wicked purpose for a moment, letting her feel the strength of his intent as he kisses her lips once more.
 
Noon sighs and then moans into the kiss hungrily, feeling her responding to it, kissing him back. His hands are moving on her, he's reaching down and grabbing her ass, moving his hands over her. He lets his hips begin to oscillate against hers, and he feels warm from much more than the proximity of the fire.

Growling, he gives her ass an aggressive slap and then breaks the kiss, his lips moving across her jaw and down her neck as his teeth come out to nibble softly on her skin. He takes int he taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her, and loves the way she feels on top of him. He peers into her eyes, his own glowing darkly with a wicked purpose for a moment, letting her feel the strength of his intent as he kisses her lips once more.

she moans from the slap to the ass and then closes her eyes as she feels his lips, tongue and teeth against her kiss, each little nibble makes her cry out as she tries to rush to get her top unbuttoned and then blinding reaching down to unzip her skirt...

Leaning up slightly, she grinds her hips against his, feeling the hard bulge against his pants, she again wiggles her hips on him, teasing
 
He pauses what he's doing to take a moment to admire her as she's taking off her top, glancing down at her bra beneath it. He licks his lips thoughtfully at her cleavage as he kisses down lower, against the top of her chest. He moves his own hands to assist her in peeling out of it, tossing it aside. But he grins as she struggles to get her skirt off, not helping her with that at all. Besides, getting it off while she's got him straddled is no easy feat. "Hmm, good parties do always end with everyone getting laid. You do know how to throw a good party."

He laughs wickedly, cupping her breasts with one hand while the other cups her ass, squeezing with his fingers against both. He can feel her crotch moving against his, his cock getting very hard in his jeans, definitely enough that she has to be well away of it against her. He leans up and nibbles on her lips. Hmm, you might need to help me with the buttons on my own shirt." He smiles lazily, leaning up, but making no effort to begin unbuttoning his own shirt, his hands a bit too busy with their respectful tasks.
 
He pauses what he's doing to take a moment to admire her as she's taking off her top, glancing down at her bra beneath it. He licks his lips thoughtfully at her cleavage as he kisses down lower, against the top of her chest. He moves his own hands to assist her in peeling out of it, tossing it aside. But he grins as she struggles to get her skirt off, not helping her with that at all. Besides, getting it off while she's got him straddled is no easy feat. "Hmm, good parties do always end with everyone getting laid. You do know how to throw a good party."

He laughs wickedly, cupping her breasts with one hand while the other cups her ass, squeezing with his fingers against both. He can feel her crotch moving against his, his cock getting very hard in his jeans, definitely enough that she has to be well away of it against her. He leans up and nibbles on her lips. Hmm, you might need to help me with the buttons on my own shirt." He smiles lazily, leaning up, but making no effort to begin unbuttoning his own shirt, his hands a bit too busy with their respectful tasks.

With a giggles, she gets the hint, the feel of his hands on her is driving her up the wall... the hard squeezing and pinching, she wastes no time reaching down and clumsily starting to unbutton his shirt, literally ripping at the buttons...

She takes a few deep breaths, trying to concentrate....after each button is undone, she leans down, kissing his exposed kiss, her tongue running over his chest...
 
He growls, at first, as he feels her ripping the buttons on his shirt, but it turns into a deep sigh and a soft groan as she kisses and licks down his chest. He pants, and his hand on her bra is trying to very deftly manage to undo the clasp. He does manage it one handed, while still squeezing her soft ass with his, getting her bra loose. He wrestles it until it's off her arms and dropped down the floor, and then he extricates his own arms from the rest of his shirt.

Then he sits up a bit, tilting her back, and leans down to kiss her chest. his mouth is on her breasts; mm, her nipples, so nice and delectable. He flicks his tongue against one, teasing it, kissing it, playing with it until it is hard enough to suck, and then taking it into his mouth. He sucks on it delightfully for a moment, arching her back toward him, before he switches over to give the other the same treatment. As he's sucking away on her nipples, the bulge of his cock is grinding up against her crotch, right up against her panties. He's letting her feel the length of him stroking against her.

He growls again as he softly bites at her nipple. His hand drops down to slap her ass.
"Mmm, you like bouncing so much...how'd you like to bounce on my cock, my dear?" His voice is dark, wickedly, and then he's wrestling with arms, lifting them up over her head as he kisses her lips again.
 
"Mmm, you like bouncing so much...how'd you like to bounce on my cock, my dear?"

With a smile answering his dark question, she pushes herself against his hips, emphasizing her answer and his meaning... reaching down lower, she blindly starts to unbutton his pants, this time with more expertise than with his shirt buttons, she moves the zipper down painfully slowly as she reached in his pants with her small hand, feeling his hardness she gives him a hard squeeze...

"You mean bounce on this?" she says with matched wickedness in her own voice..
 
With a smile answering his dark question, she pushes herself against his hips, emphasizing her answer and his meaning... reaching down lower, she blindly starts to unbutton his pants, this time with more expertise than with his shirt buttons, she moves the zipper down painfully slowly as she reached in his pants with her small hand, feeling his hardness she gives him a hard squeeze...

"You mean bounce on this?" she says with matched wickedness in her own voice..

At first he wonders at her measured pace when she unzips his pants. He didn't know why she was suddenly going so slow, until he heard her words. She was taunting him...not he taunting her? When had that happened? And then she squeezed his cock and he groaned, grunting, unable to find the words to respond to her question. his eyes turn very dark, and he moves a hand down between her legs clumsily in that moment, pressing against the front of her panties.

"Yes...I mean bounce on that." He manages to ge tit out, but it's more of a grunt, and he's trying to maintain a semblance of control as he dips a finger inside of her panties and finds her wet sex beneath, stroking it very gently with his fingertip. "Do you want me inside there? Do you want my cock to split you like a stake and pound into your sweet pussy?" His voice was a growl, and his words served to turn him on as much as he was trying to get under her skin. He leaned forward to suck on her nipple once more
 
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finds solace in her own thread, away from all the critics/whiners out there...
 
the room is dark, save for a single candle lit in the middle of the room... she extends a finger and runs it across the tip of the flame...

nothing, yet everything is running through her mind from the simplest to the more complex... the 'whats' the 'whys'...

A heavy sigh escapes her lips as she lays her head on her arms, her eyes fixed on the dancing flame before her...
 
She wakes up to a dimly lit room, the candle has long since burned out, the room has a chill to it but she's wrapped up in a blanket, her hair a tossed, morning mess...

She looks around the room with sleep still in her eyes before flopping back down on the comfortable rug...
 
With a sigh of exhaustion, she falls to the floor in the middle of room...her thoughts going back to the beginning of the month...this certainly has been one hell of a month...

Rocky to say the least...

Her mind is a flutter with everything..actually she had made earlier this week and a hope that it will work out..


"At least I'm back to writing..." she says softly, more to herself than to anyone in particular...
 
Private Message Rules aka PMs DOs and DON'Ts

REPEATING: * DO NOT message me asking me "When are you going to post?" This is usually a very good way to piss me off and thus, end our thread.

* DO NOT message me asking me "When are you going to post?" This is usually a very good way to piss me off and thus, end our thread.
* DO NOT message me for cyber sex. This will get you blocked immediately.
* DO NOT message me for a picture.
* DO NOT message me asking me about my private life.
* DO message me to say "Hi" once in a while.
* DO message me if you have a question about a potential story you'd want to do with me.
* DO message me if you have questions about a story that we're doing.
 
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Zydrate's SRP Profile

Gender: Always female. I don't want to play a guy NOR play with a female writer who plays a guy.

Ages I'll play: 18-35

Orientation: Bisexual, Straight or Lesbian

Power Exchange: Sub/Masochistic to Vanilla.

Race: Open. I say this because of my own race, so I'm not one to judge.

Body type: I like to play petite woman (seeing as how I'm very, very close to 5'2"...perhaps missing it by a few centimeters lol). My RP partner's character must always be taller than my character please.

Alternate species/fantasy races/furries/mutations: I usually don't do furries because I'm not familiar with it but I'm trying! I like fantasy and sci-fi and am very open about playing a different race if it's from a sci-fi genre I know about (i.e. Star Wars, Star Trek...ask and I just might know)

Settings: Mostly open but I do a lot better in modern day and sci-fi.

Likes/kinks: I like playing the victim. Damsel in distress if you will. I like that but that's not my limit. If the story is right, I can play the villian too. Into anything and everything pretty much, I particularly love non consent and violence. I'm also into men who are in an authoritative position, military, officers, firemen...drools

Hard limits: I follow Literotica rules (no scat, no golden showers, no minors), and no INCEST anything!!!! Yuck! Also, no anime characers/stories please. This is too cartoonish for me and thus, not believeable.

Writing: I CANNOT stand one line posts. It gets to me. Please be able to spell, know your grammar and use punctuations correctly. EDIT: Please, please don't do actions/reactions/thoughts for my character unless I post about it in a prior response. IF you have questions, please PM for clarification.

Frequency-PLEASE READ-Depending on my time but I will try my best to answer at the very least, once a week! Maybe more, it just all depends on what's going on in my life.<-- You MUST, MUST, MUST understand this. I have my on and off days.
 
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How to get on my IGNORE LIST:

* Piss me off, please.
* Say in your signature that you are owned by someone else. That is an automatic ignore.---I say this because I don't have time for the drama of accidently talking to someone whom I don't have permission from their owner to talk to. Which is really stupid to have an owner on Lit...(in MHO).
* Ask me when I'm going to post.
* Ask me to cyber.
* Show me pictures of your junk.
* Do any thing opposite of what's in my PM Rules and I will put you on ignore.
 
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Zy's Rules:

Zydrate is a character. She is my character. Thus, Zydrate on Literotica is a character in a character role/world. RARELY ever do I let my real life show through my Zydrate character. Please don't think you can get to know me in real life..(although this is an exception to some since I've made some really good friends on Literotica who have gotten to know the person behind the Zydrate character).

My stories are my own. I have the right to end a story if I see fit. This is usually with good reason, rest assured. If you do no post to a story (that I came up with) within two weeks, then I have the right to look for someone else to replace you. BUT if you have given me fair warning that you will be out of town, on vacation OR just need a break, then that's OK. I will pause the story. But if that does happen, I might start the same story with someone else just see where it goes.

I have the right to delete a post from any story we do OR if you decide to find someone else to replace me without explaining why. My writing is my own and I worked hard on writing/contributing what I write so I can delete if you decide you don't want to write with me anymore OR just kick me off a thread then I will delete everything I've written.

I'm very hesitant in doing group threads because about 99% of the time, the person who started the group thread disappears or decides they need a break.

I feel that I have been here long enough to set these sort of standards as I take my writing very seriously.

Now on the lighter side, I really do try to get along with others. I don't care how popular or unpopular a person is, I will usually talk to them if they talk to me a decent manner.
 
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As I can't PM you for some reason, I'd be interested in doing the thread with the woman having to get herself out of a ticket with a cop
 
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