What's Hidden Beneath..

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

Walking through the store, I stopped often to inspect various items. Grabbing what I needed along the way and some things I didn't. I loved shopping in new places. I bought a few little knick knacks and some snacks as well.
Spotting an old fashioned dress, I stopped to admire the beauty of it.
"That used to belong to a very beautiful woman.. A lady or something.."
"Oh? How did it end up here?"
"It was a gift to my great grandmother for services rendered.."
"why is it for sale?"
"Well we need the income.. This is a small town and very little things are actually puchased in this area.."
"How much?"
"six hundred.."
I whistled at the extravgent price of the gown. "I'll take it.."
"Alright." He didn't argue, merely went to take it down. Why not/ I have the cash and I have been saving for years for no apparent reason, so I may as well buy it. Besides it was too lovely to turn down.
Perhaps later I would try it on and see how it fit? It looked exactly my size, from top to bottom...

 

[Shoty98]

Miranda

Miranda panted heavily in her sleep. If one could see her they would wonder if she had been running or having one hell of a wet dream. Her clothes clung to her body now fully damp, her hair clining to her face.


When his grasp was finally no more, my eyes darted around frantically as I began running once again. He was gone? or was he?
The uncertainty of the question feared me more because in fact I didn't know if I was more scared or disappointed. His smell still surrounded me as I ran through the cold night. For the life of me I could not figure out why and how his scent could linger in the air for as long as it did.
Sounds filled my ears but they were only a few that kept repeating themselves; my heart pounding fiercely in my chest, my labored breaths and heavy fallen footsteps tromping on the crisp underbrush of the forest.
I felt my heart leap in my chest. What in god's name was that? I asked myself only once. My feet were like wings but it didn't seem enough, I tripped once more and fell hard to the ground. The chance to pick myself up off the ground never came as a large hand closed around the back of my neck and lifted me high above the ground.
"No..." I cried out in horror, kicking and twisting in an attempt to get free. Whatever it was that held me shook me hard, causing my head jolt in all different directions and stars to appear in my vision. I groaned loudly when he finally stopped and the throbbing in my head took over.
My hands were bound together and there was an incredible ache there and in my shoulders as I hung there from a tree branch. The light of a fire illuminated some of the surrounding land, i looked around trying to spot the castle...get my bearings and got cut short when the beast's hand fisted in my hair and yanked back.
I gasped for air and thrashed my legs around a little, until I saw the fire light glimmer off the blade of a knife. What he was going to do was beyond me, and my imagination ran wild. He spoke no words only ran the tip of the knife down over my throat, between my breasts to slice through the thin silk material. I shivered gently as the cool air caressed all of my skin and a new sensation washed through me.
Two quick flicks of his wrist and I felt the soft material of my nightgown slide down my back to the ground. My heart raced when he paused and looked toward the darkness as if he was looking for the approval to continue. I could only guessed that he had recieved it because he let go of his hold on my hair roughly sending my head whipping to the side.
I breathed deeply trying to calm myself I looked over in the direction that the creature had gone and saw him crouched near the fire. His hand was tightly clasped around something that sat partway in the fire. Realization hit and I knew what he was planning. I began to struggle the fear taking over.
"No....you can't..." They couldn't do this! I was not a piece of chattle." Come on Miranda, fight, this is just a dream wake up. You have too. My mind kept telling me, but it apparently failed to believe it's self. I watched him approach, still struggling all I wanted was to wake up.
The heat became more intense and the tears began to roll down my cheeks, please god get me out of this. Closer and closer it came, hot like a raging wildfire, just mere inches away.......

I sat bolt upright in bed, my chest heaving with each labored breath. My god, where had that dream come from?.....

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

I bought the old fashioned gown and another evening wear dress for dinner. I was feeling daring and the dress did not cover much but it covered enough to look lady like.
Smiling, It felt good to shop and do something normal for once. Packages purchased I headed out to the car and let the driver take me back to Drake's castle. I kept wondering what had happened to his brother and his brother's girlfriend, but thought it was none of my business. I was just glad they left, they were making Drake edgy it appeared.
Arriving back at the castle I couldn't find Harris or Drake and none of the servants were about. Unpacking the things I bought in my room, I set out to do some exploring of my own.
Wandering down a back set of stairs, I followed the stone steps as they spiralled down and down and down some more. Did they go anywhere?!
"Hell this is a climb!" I was hoping it went somewhere, I didn't want to climb back up them! Coming around one of the bends I spotted an old wooden door with some light coming from behind it.
Pausing at the door I felt a chill go up my spine, "must have a draft around here somewhere.." These old castles always did. Right? shrugging it off, I pushed on the door until it swung open completely.
Expecting to see the kitchen or servants halls, I was surprised to see a dungeon looking place with some strange torture devices still inside the room.
Curious and a little excited to see some antiques, I walked in and wandered around a stretching table. That looked a little painful to me, glad it wasn't ancient times any more.
Moving along I stopped when the candle light caught something on the floor. Turning my head a little, I moved slightly to the left, trying to make out the design.
As i walked I stopped and twisted my head the other way to look. Gasping in horror I backed up a little shocked to see the pentagram on the floor of this room.
"Devil whorship?" here? I felt another chill go up my spine like I was being watched. Whirling around my eyes saught out the corners for some one watching me.
"Oh god! Stop acting silly Christy!" I shook my head and wandered around a bit more, coming across some books on a shelf and a few candles and things.
Pausing I opened the first book I came too and looked it over. It was all written in latin, but I knew the language. Slowly I started reading until I realized the words were a spell of some kind?
Refusing to believe in this shit, I put it back and ran to the stairs. Panting, needing to get out of there too badly to wander why, I raced back up the stairs and into the hallway down from my room.
I raced to my room and shut myself in, locking the doors tightly I jumped on my bed and sat there just staring around the room for a demon or something. I really expected one to be there, silly I knew that but I felt frightened.
Curling into a ball I laid down and listened for anything strange.

 

[poohlive]

"It came from me," the hooded figure said in a huffed voice. Dark and gruesome inside the room, which despite the fact had afternoon sun, was nearly pitch black. Deep shadows ran throughout it, covering his body partially.
He hadn't tied her up, yet, but she was tied up still. The reality of the dream was still there inside of her, and he had a few moments to work before it was lost to him.
Drake didn't feel the need to put up any sort of charade. She was a strong independant woman, and even she could feel the heat now generating inside her.
The man before Maggie looked nothing like her former master, although it was his body. Those blood-red eyes made him so foreign though, so unaware of everything except the desire boiling up inside.
He couldn't help it, he needed her so. She would have to accept him first, after that he could have his way, but first she needed to accept him.
The damn rules of the incantation.
The knife came up to her skin, moving slowly down her ample body.
"I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to do anything wrong Maggie. You are a woman, with a secret. We both have a secret, we both have something hidden deep inside of us."
The knife cut one of the straps to her nightgown.
"Mine is deep and dark, something that I can not let out or try to control. It hurts when I do, but you can help me. You see, Maggie, your secret can help me with mine."
The other strap came off, her breasts being revealed to him.
"You need me, you know you do. Something deep down, a passion that fills you even know, as the blade traces across your skin. Sex is something that we can share, it is much more than fucking, my love, it is a state of being. It is an expression of freedom and defiance."
He let the knife trail up to her neck, then down her breast and even further with her stomach.
"I only want to show you, I want to open both our eyes Maggie. I can feel you, I can hear your thoughts in my own mind. And...."
You can hear mine Maggie. We are drawn together, you and I, by our secrets, by our passions...
"By our love."
He kissed her.

 

[Shoty98]

Miranda

I had closed my eyes for but a moment, almost disappointed that I had woke up and secretly cursing myself for fearing my desires.
"It came from me,"
When I opened my eyes once more it was as though the dream was continuing on in real life. I was bound once more and looking into eerie, blood red eyes. A cool blade ran over my skin, slowly removing the silk nightgown I wore. I shuddered softly beneath it and moaned. A moan? I questioned myself for a second but that was all. I knew deep down what I wanted, what I had been longing for.
I listened to each word that he spoke, the lot of them hitting home and igniting a fire within me, that I had never felt before. My breaths quick, my heart racing. How could he know my secret? was the thought that swirled in my mind. It was answered in a moment as his mind touched mine. I could hear the words but his lips never moved until the last....
"By our love."
His lips met my own in a passionate, but demanding kiss. I felt the heat in my body increase, a warm wetness forming between my legs and a tingle run up and down my spine.
I groaned softly in protest as he broke the kiss, a sigh dancing on my lips. My darkest desires emerged and took hold of my being, the fear part of my mind fighting a valiant fight and losing a losing battle.
"Tell me how it is you think I can help?" I murmmered softly as his gaze captured mine and held it. Some part of me still fought what I knew I wanted.....

 

[Sweetp4u]

Chirsty

Still chilled to the bone, I thought perhaps some reading would calm me. My eyes fell to the old book Drake had said I could have. Pictures would be alright, perhaps get my mind off of what I seen down in the basement.
Opening the book, I turned a few pages and again seen some of the devil whorshipping symbols. A little frightened, I swallowed a lump rising in my throat and pushed past that picture. The next picture captioned a scene between a demon and a woman.
Locked in a passionate embrace, her face was a combination of fear and pleasure. On the side of the page was tiny manuscript.
Turning the book sideways I once again found words in latin, words of an encantation of some kind. I slammed the book shut and threw it away from me, my heart pounding ninty miles an hour in my breast.
Turning to get up, I felt the icy hands of something caressing my skin. Uttering a loud scream I jumped up from the bed and backed against the door. My eyes franticly searching the would be assailant. No one was in the room but myself, I knew I would see nothing, but I had hoped it was all my imagination.
Again I felt a hand caressing me, over my side and down my hip, through my clothing. A icy cold hand, stroking me for what!?
I jumped, twisted my body and turned the handle to the room. I had to get out of here, I couldn't stand being in the place another moment longer.
Racing through the hall, I nearly tripped at the stairwell. Hands quickly clawed and groped for the bannister, catching me before I plummeted head first down the stairs. I needed out! I heaved with exersion, worn out from just the fear inside myself.
I raced down the stairs and passed Harris. He attempted to say something to me but his face seemed shocked when he seen the fear in my own features. Yanking open the front door I ran outside, and like in my dream I kept running. Straight for safety, the only place I was certain I would be safe infact.

 

[poohlive]

He made a sound, something that was close to a groan, but to low for that. A hybrid of a groan and a sexual grunt that both teased and excited him.
He was already hard for her, and he made sure she could not only see it, but feel it. He pressed against her, touching against her thigh, still under the thin covers that seperated him from her sex.
"It's quite simple actually," he straddled her, just wide enough so he could pull the covers off, revealing the rest of her body. The nightgown was still on her body, but he moved the knife down to make quick work of it.
"I have this sexual predator, an animal inside of me," the knife slipped into the silk, moving down with a gentle glide, "You have it too, but it's different. You want to submit, you have a desire to be tied up and pleasured. I saw it, when the thing came after you."
He had let the last part of the dream come from her own secret desires and nightmares. He had watched the whole thing, revelling in it. God, he wanted her so much.
The last of the fabric came apart, and he opened her sex up to him. His fingers grazed against her though. It sent chills through him. He had to wait though, just a little longer.
Her smell came up to him, exciting his every muscle. He needed her so soon.
"My monster wants to dominate, and yours wants to submit. We can feed each other, share in fantasies other people have only dreamed about. I need you, I want you, and I must have you Maggie. I must be your master."
His fingers were inches above her skin, shakings slightly with the thought of her touch, her cool touch against him.

 

[BLACK BART]

Taneer McGreagor

I stretched my six foot length on the grassy slope...It was getting damp, the mist coming over the water as the cooler night air mixed with the warmer air rising from the water...

It was the best part of the evening, the sun was setting...causing the mist to glow an array of orange, red and violet colors as it crept behind the hills...The animals quieting as the day time animals fled for their burrows and the nocturnal hadn't risen yet...A peaceful time.... My time that I enjoyed so...

The peace was broken by the sounds of someone running. Running pell mell without reason in a path that would bring them right past me...But first they had to get over the hollow...

A crash of brush and a small cry told me they hadn't, instead they had run straight into it...and fell. I grinned, it was full of brambles that would scratch and tear clothing, but not seriously hurt a person.... The muttered curses told me they were moving out of it already as I stood and leaned between two larger trees...

I was right, the path they chose was right past me...And I found the identity of they was a she.... The next door guest I had been watching so carefully the past few weeks...

"You know they say a woman died in that lake" I offered to the sobbing woman as I moved from between the trees and beside her. "She was bereaved with sadness and decided to end her life. Now they say she is still alive, but in the form of a sea monster that returns when she hears another cry"

I reached into my pocket and offered a soft silk kerchief to her, then knelt and picked up the book I was reading before she arrived.

"Use this before the sea monster returns" I invited "There isn't room for a second one in that water"

She took the small hanky and pressed it over her red eyes, a question coming from under it as she wiped...

"What are you doing on this beach??? It's private land all around here, posted to outsiders, I'm told"

I could hear the anger in her voice and knew it wasn't directed at me...Embarrassed at being caught in such a mess I'm sure...

"I was reading, I sneak down here often to do so...I live nearby her and hope you won't let out my secret?"

I showed the old, ragged leather bound book to her as proof, then smiled, accepting the now wet cloth back and stashed it inside my coat pocket...

"Tell you what, Come up and accept a hot cup of tea...I have English...Scottish...Irish...even a small container of some American brew...Celestial Seasonings, I think..."

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OOC: Presenting... Taneer McGreagor, 37, bachelor, 6 foot, 215 pounds, in good shape from exercise, brown eyes and hair look at you from under longer, unkept black hair...

Hope this works for all?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

ooc: ty for joining BB, I needed someone to interact with

IC:

I ran pell mell through the trees and right into some odd plant that tore at my clothing and cut my skin where ever it poked me. Crying, from fear and irritation, the last thing I expected was someone to be at the lake.
Jumping a little, the larger male scared me. Not his size or looks but his presense.
"This is private lands.." He smiled a little and made up some story about sea monsters. Eying the lake wearily, I was almost ready to believe him until he smiled.
"A woman died in there?" I felt my skin shiver as I recalled the weird dreams I have had since coming here to Drake's home. I backed up a little from the water and eyed him. He looked friendly enough to me.
"So.. you are Drake's neighbor?" I handed back the handerchief and thanked him for it's use. He smiled again, a kind looking smile and asked me if I would enjoy a cup of tea?
"Yes, I think that would calm me a little, I need out of here for a little while..." I smiled timidly at him, "Where do you live Mr?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Taneer

"McGreagor, Taneer McGreagor...My friends call me Tan" I supplied and swung my hand to show a tread worn path. "Lets take the trail instead of your short cut"

I watched the gentle sway as she walked ahead of me, wondering what I would see if she took off the drab, shape hiding clothes...and let her hair down...And then we were moving thru my "garden" under the flower covered arches and into the open veranda that led into my home.

"I've been Drake's "neighbor" since our school days" I supplied "I was the football hero and he..he was quite a runner"

Runner as in I used to chase him and when I caught him, pulverize him till he couldn't walk...It was a childish past time, one I couldn't stop yet today.

"Every now and then I run into him and he demonstrates his speed..."

I pushed open the door and offered her a seat, turning the gas on under the pot, then depositing my book on the counter as I pulled mugs, tea, cream and sugar down, depositing them on the table in front of her...The tea would go into small metal like eggs, in case she chose that rotten smelling English tea....

"Why don't you tell me something about you" I asked politely, then hinted "Perhaps...your name and why you decided to come to our neighborhood?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"oh, I'm sorry. I am Christina Barron. Pleased to meet you Taneer" I smiled and extended my hand, shaking it slightly.
"twent six, single, american incase you didn't notice. I am here restoring old books for Drake. He hired me for the duration of three months." I picked an herbal tea I wasn't familiar with and thanked him quietly.
"A football hero? so do you mean soccer? because american football is different." I smiled as he vanished and returned to the seat.
"You have a lovely home here Tan. Very seren as well." I shifted a little nervously on the seat and kept my smile. He was very hospitable towards me and it did calm my nerves some what.
"Thanks for inviting me here, I needed to clear my mind a little before returning to work.. So you've known Drake a long time I take it? Was he always so shy?" I knew I shouldn't query about my boss, but I was a little curious about him.

 

[BLACK BART]

Taneer

"Tan" I urged "My freinds call me Tan"

I pushed the sugar, cream and a bowl of biscuits towards her, listening to the curiousity in her voice about her employer...

"Drake has a large, old collection of books, they've been in his family for centuries" I observed "As for shy...I'd call it more similar to withdrawn. He was the butt of many a cruel joke...We all seemed to take great pleasure in seeing him suffer and as a result..."

I shrugged my shoulders, there was more to the story, but more than I would tell...Especially to an outsider that would be here three months.

"If you are truly curious about books...." I let dangle, watching fascinated for a second as she brushed her tangled hair back "Then you might want to look into my own library...some other time soon?"

There was no use rushing...Time was all we had in this part of the woods, time and memories...

"You've cut yourself and it's still bleeding Miss Barron" I pointed out, a small cut letting a rivulet of blood run down the side of her cheek. I turned and pulled a clean towel, then poured hot water from the kettle as I mixed soap into it and moving back to her. "Stay still and let me clean it, before you leave"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"poor Drake." I fell silent, feeling badly for my boss and the imagined torment he suffered. I had too suffered from cruel kids and for a brief moment I felt anger at Tan for even tormenting someone else.
But kids will be kids, and no matter where we are in the world it happens. Sighing, I thanked him for the tea and sipped it slowly, smiling a little easier now and forgotten were the freaky things at Drake's castle.
"An exstensive library?! I would love to see it sometime.. if you have time that is?" He assured me he had plenty of time to show a lovely new comer around. I smiled a little flushed, and again thanked him for the compliment.
"Cut myself?" I paused, frozen in place as his large hand came to my face with a soft white towelette. I held still and only flinched a little when it began to sting. He backed up and once more, "Thank you Tan." His closeness made me a little uneasy once again. He was so damned large it was hard not to be intimidated by his presense.
"I would like to come back tomorrow durring my break if you don't mind? Perhaps see some of the library?" He smiled, it crinkled the corner of his eyes, he must smile alot. I couldn't help but smile in return.
"Well I best go before they begin to wonder where I am, I can't slack off on my job, I have alot to do in the next two and a half months..Good day Tan." I stood up and shook his hand, turning to head back down the trail.
I waved to him just before I vanished into the tress and marched down along the trail. My mind wondering over what he had in his collection that could possibly top Drake's?
I made it back to the house and into the den. Pulling out my supplies I began working again.

 

[Shoty98]

[B]Miranda[/B]

My tongue darted out over my parched lips, a soft moan escaping as I pressed upward into his body. His arousal hadn't gone unnoticed, infact I felt alight with sensations I had never before felt.
What were these feelings and why were they so intense? I couldn't answer the questions that whirled in my head, only bask in and enjoy what I felt.
I watched timidly as the knife slid easily through the silk, making little sound and parting quickly. I could not protest the lost, my gaze was tansfixed with his and his words thundered through my ears. They did not thunder because of his voice, merely because my desires had finally been voiced.
The deep red eyes danced with mischief as the material slid away and his finger tips barely grazed my heated sex. A breath hissed past my lips and I arched upward, my body aching for more. I knew though that it would not come yet, his eyes told me as much as well as his actions.
I shuddered softly, his hands hovering just a breath away from my skin. I could almost feel his touch and the promise it held within it. The promise of new life, new meaning, a new dance so to speak.... to a darker tune. It was everything I had desired, for some time.
"I would love nothing more than to serve you, to feel the pleasure it brings me to please you. To bask in your praise and learn to please only you beneath your guidence.....and mmm your careful punishment...." I moaned softly, as the thoughts of it took over, and arched upward just enough for his fingertips to brush my skin....

 

[poohlive]

He moved in to kiss her, only pulling back when she accepted it, her lips coming up to meet his, but his own pulling just far enough away to stop her. He formed a small smile, before finally accepting the kiss with greed and lust.
"This," he said, breaking away, "This is an ancient pendant. Think of it as my brand. When you wear this, it means I own you, I own your desire, your heart, and your soul."
It looked like an ancient symbol, some sort of letter in chinese or arabic. He knew it's true meaning, but thought that it was pointless to explain it to her. She got as much as she needed to know, nothing more, nothing less.
Carefully, he slid it around her neck, letting it dangle gently between her breasts.
"You are mine."
He said this very softly, but there was a finality in his voice that could not be disputed. Ths subject was closed, nothing more to say.
"You are so moist," he cupped her sex in his hand, feeling both how hot and how wet she was. Her scent was so strong next to him, driving his sensations wild. He wanted to do so many things to her, but for now they would keep it simple. She was his student in the art of pleasure, and the first lesson, whily not most exciting, was a necessity.
Licking his lips, he got up to his knees, staring down at the beautiful form of the woman under him. She was his now, even in her eyes he could see it.
"My name is Master," he said, lust brimming in his voice, "You will call me that at all times. If I hear anything else I will not be gentle.
Now spread your legs for me. Spread your sex open wide, I want to fuck my new toy."

 

[Shoty98]

Miranda

A soft whimper escaped my lips, as his were so close. My body ached with anticipation of the kiss to come and was soon rewarded. But it was not enough to suffice the desire that burned within.
I looked at the pendant he held before me and gasped, it was the same as the brand had been in my dreams. The thought of how that could be and the realization of just what that meant escaped my thoughts, drown out by the urgent lust I felt.
I sighed heavily as the weight of the pendant settled between my breasts, the deal was sealed now in every way. Closing my eyes for a moment I arched against his hand, my body alight with sensations that were new to me. How could one feel this way with just the mention of their darkest desires fulfilled? I wasn’t sure and didn’t care to try and muddle through the answers right now.
I opened my eyes and held his gaze when I felt his hand pulling away. He loomed above, a sparkle of something I didn’t recognize in his eyes.
“My name is Master….You will call me that at all times. If I hear anything else I will not be gentle. Now spread your legs for me, spread your sex open wide, I want to fuck my new toy.”
My breath caught irrationally in my throat, a tingle of pure pleasure sprinting down my spine. All my desires out in the open and about to come to life, I could hardly control myself. “Yes Master.” I moaned softly, spreading my legs wide. A breath hissed passed my lips as the cool air caressed my sex.
“Please Master, it aches so much…..” I writhed on the bed beneath him groaning, anxiously awaiting what was to come. “….fuck me, use me for your pleasure and release the wanton sex slave that lurks within me….”

 

[BLACK BART]

Taneer

The departure of Miss Barron and her request to return occupied my thoughts and dreams that evening and into the next morning. Thoughts of her statement for the reason she was here, as if she was unaware of the nature of her "boss" and the rumours that floated about of the occurences within the walls os his famillies castle...

"I want to check on a Miss Barron, Christina Barron, American so she must have a visa and a passport, 26, female of course..quite female in fact. Yes I can get a picture of her, though it may take some time. I'll be seeing her this afternoon again, perhaps"

I hung the phone up and cleared my mind, I needed to take a run...and then the chore of splitting enough wood was at hand. I wanted to be finished with both and be cleaned up when...if she returned.

 

[poohlive]

She spoke too much. That would definitely have to change, but he let is slide. The first scent of musk came ot him, total acceptance and ininhibited lust drew him to her.
He would make her change soon enough, but he did need this now. A moment's passion before he could get back to his work.
He lined himself up to her awaiting body, she poised below him, opening her sex up to him like a good little whore.
She was so eager, something he particularly liked.
The penis moved up and down her slit, parting the lips just so to allow him to do this. He didn't penetrate, didn't bother to pay any attention to any part of her body, although he easily could have done so. This was just another part of him domanting her.
He controlled her, and he controlled the passion. She was his property, and attachment to himself. Nothing more.
"A virgin," he nearly hissed at her, "Oh, you have kept yourself pure for me. I am so grateful."
He was bending down to her now, purring next to her ear. His sweet oily voice reaching out to her on so many levels.
"My virgin whore, we are going to have some fun, yes we are."
The lips struggled for a second against the head, but then accepted it. He felt the struggle, his cock throbbing as hard as it could.
She was so tight, almost too tight. Even with just his head inside he could feel her walls constricting against him. The pressure, the warm delicious pressured did not dissuade him though, in fact it egged him on. New desires in his loins crept up, wanting to fuck her, to own her.
He wanted her to walk funny for a week.
"You little slut," his voice cooed her on, "Letting me fuck you so easily. You like it, don't you. Yo like being fucked by your Master, having His cock in you. Moan for me, tell me you like it."
He said this at barely a whisper, "Tell me or I'll pull it out."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"It is time to ready for dinner Miss." I glanced up as Harris peeked into the room.
"Thank you Harris, I will be down in an hour." He nodded and I packed away the few things I had been using to restore some classics.
Wandering upstairs, I didn't feel as scared as I had earlier that day, but my thoughts were on Tanner and how kind he had been to me this afternoon.
Walking through my room, I began to strip off my clothing on my way into the private bathroom. Sighing, I smiled over Tanner's mention of this fabled sea monster living in the lake.
Shaking my head, I turned on the shower and chuckled to myself. I had a few more laughs while washing, rinsing and drying off. Pausing before the mirror, I decided tonight I would look a little better than frumpy for once and perhaps I could get permission for Tanner to come and see me here while I was working?
It couldn't hurt to ask, I didn't see why Drake wouldn't like neighbors to visit once in awhile?
Dressing carefully in the silken black dress, I smiled as I seen how it fit my curves. No loose fitting old hand me down tonight. This was new and all mine, a treat for myself. Carefully aranging my hair and spritzing some perfume on my neck, I placed a silver cross my mother gave me around my neck, silver hoops and a matching watch on my wrist.
applying very little make up to my face, I slipped into a pair of pumps and started down the main stairs. I didn't know if Drake would join me tonight or not, but I was going to look nice for once, even if it was just for myself.

 

[Shoty98]

Miranda

My body was alight with new sensations, a shiver of pleasure running down my spine as his warm breath washed over my ear. Yes I was his whore, no more and no less, I could live with that and the very thought of it sent me soaring to new heights.
A soft groan escaped my lips as the head of his cock brushed over my folds. I wanted more, I wanted to feel him inside me, not for my own pleasure but for his.
I arched against him, nearly biting my lip as he finally pushed through. The pain was terrible for only a moment until it mingled and mixed with the pleasure I felt, then it was almost overwhelming a feeling. I gasped softly with it and the words he spoke.
A slut? I guess so to speak I was but what did I care...I was his slut.
"Mmmm...I like it very much...." I moaned softly, rocking my hips against him, wishing only to get the fucking I deserved..

 

[poohlive]

She was so eager, too eager. She wanted more and more. He felt her move against him, trying to pull more of him inside of her. It was an incredible feeling, to see her submit to him like this. She wanted his cock so bad, she wanted it all.
They would have so much fun together.
With this, he didn't bother to do anything more. He pushed into her. A long slow thrust deep inside her. It was just fast enough to keep moving, despite the great effort it was against her contracted virgin folds, but just slow enough so that it was an arguous experience for both of them.
He wanted to just push inside her so bad, and have it done with, but even he had to stop himself. This was their first time, and he wanted it to be drawn out. He wanted her to remember this in more ways than one.
From both the look on her face and the sounds she made, it was working beautifully.
He pushed in as far as he could. Now he stood there, within her, looking down at his toy with some conviction.
"I love my new fuck toy," he bent down, not to kiss her, but to bring a nipple into his mouth.

 

[Shoty98]

Miranda

A groan escaped my parted lips, nearly sounding as a growl when He pushed only into my depths and then halted. I wanted to protest but something within me said no and halted the words before they could pass my lips.
"Please Master..." I whimpered as his lips encased a nipple, I felt like I would shatter into a million peices. My body clawing and reaching desperately for something out of reach, something unknown.
I pressed upward into him, it did me little good as he rested his weight on me. I couldn't move beneath him for the moment and took the hint that things would go no faster than the pace he set for it.
It drove me nuts, or nearly so, I could feel him throbbing within me and our combined heat was more than I could stand. I dared not say more for the moment, so I bit down on my bottom lip and moaned softly...

 

[poohlive]

She layed below him, eager and waiting for him. Sex and desire played on every inch of her flesh, and he was so eager to please himself with her.
Use her, abuse her. Fuck her until she screamed for him to stop. Then he'd give it to her again just to make sure she learned.
He began a pace, something fast to proved how in control he was. Pushing and pounding into her with a fierce look in his eyes.
Back and forth, slapping and using her. Below his rigid body she thrashed under him like a rag doll.
Then he stopped.
He pushed himself out, a small sloppy sound coming from beneath them. He looked at her sex. It was different now, more opened, and sore from what he had done.
She looked more and more like a slut.
He pushed back in her, moving slow once more. Tension eased between them as he penetrated her again. She was just as tight, but he had made himself a little groove, and it was easier than before.
She was becoming his property, and he could tell she loved every minute of it.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Christy

"Dinner is served Ma'am." Harris spoke quietly from the parlor door way.
"Thank you Harris." I stood and walked quietly in behind him, noticing only one place setting for tonight. So it was to be another meal alone, If I would have known it was this boring at this palce, I would have stayed and talked to Tanner.
Sitting down, Harris pushed in my chair and uncovered the china plate. Setting the silver lid down, he bowed and left through the kitchen door way.. Or where ever it went.
Picking up the fork, I looked around at the large dining room and wondered why it felt so big? It was big, but not that big. Thought of home intruded on my mind, and for once I began to feel home sick. I needed to hurry and get this job done so I could return to my home and go on about my life. I had a few friends in the states, wasn't many either. I always thought I was alone because I only had a few, but I realized now.. I wasn't alone until I came here.
I sat in silence, my thoughts on home and the things I missed there. Hamburgers, football sundays, the library and my friends who would stop in now and then and make me laugh. Or the weekend movie festivals we held at my house or one of my friends. It made me smile, but it was a sad smile. I had to shake myself out of these thoughts and go do something that would keep me entertained.
Rising from the chair, I put down my napkin and took the glass of champagne with me. I walked quietly through the ground level and checked out paintings, various knick knacks and other little items of interest. I stopped at the stairs as I made a full circle and glanced up. May as well go to bed and get some rest, that way I could start fresh and early and get ahead of schedule.
Walking upstairs, I shut my door as quietly as I opened it, slipped into a soft satin night gown and crawled up on the bed.
Pulling out my favorite romance novel, I grabbed a bag of chips I had purchased earlier and laid back to read. My mind drifted to Tanner for a moment, perhaps I would go and see his collection durring my break tomorrow? It sounded like a good plan, I would have to see how much work i actually got done before heading off to visit.
Going back to reading, It didn't take long before I was falling asleep. Putting my bookmark in, I placed it on the night stand, turned out the lights and closed my eyes. Silently I prayed that no nightmares would haunt me tonight and for once I would get a decent nights sleep! It wasn't too much to ask. The comfort of the feather matress sucked me in and soon I was out.

 

[BLACK BART]

Taneer

The run wasn't enough, neither had the wood cutting been...I was pumped up, too pumped up for bed I knew as I showered and thought of her...I shaved, then pulled a pair of jeans and a sweater on, grabbing my jacket and heading for the local pub.



"Hey Tan, Spot any more loch ness monsters?" The voice was friendly and I let the jibe go with a smile, ordering a beer and moving to the counters corner.

"Nope but I bet you twenty I could arm wrestle it to the finish if I did"

I slid the jacket off and rolled up the sweater, laying the twenty on the counter as I propped my elbow up and grinned.

"Any takers?" I grinned as they groaned, it was going to be fun...and profitable if I could find a few boys that would play...and while I was at it I might dig up more on the lady I had just met..