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the story below was written by a special friend..should you wish to see more of her works just ask me and I'll let her know.
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I'm sittting in one of the big antique chairs at the haunted hotel. You come up behind me, lightly place your lips on the back of my neck and whisper "hello" in my ear. When I turn around, you're already walking up the staircase. I follow you to the room in a little cat and mouse game
The rich, red carpet muffles the sound of the clicking stelletos. I'm always a flight of stairs behind you. Catching only glimses of a leg, the back of your hair, or a hand sliding up the bannister. I'm close enough to see the black seams on the back of your stockings, but still too far away to touch.
Just as I top the last flight of stairs, I see you turn into a doorway of a suite. I must take a moment to collect myself, wondering if I've imagined the kiss and the whisper. I slowly walk the length of the hallway, stopping outside the door, softly knocking. "Come in"
I enter the room, to see your back to me, a jacuzzi tub full of bubbles in the corner, and your arms wrapped around to your back struggleing to remove the black, lace corset. "Think you can give me a hand?"
Your hair is piled on top of your head, my hands are loosening the straps of the garment, shaking with anticipation. You can feel my breath on the back of your neck and shoulders. As the fabric falls away, I reach around in front of you, cupping your breasts in both hands and kissing a hot trail down your neck to the shoulder. You lean back into me, finding my erection hard against your back. You reach around to stroke me through my pants. A groan escapes me.
Your nails drag up my hard abs, giving me chills. Wrapping around behind me to claw at my ass and pull me in closer.
You loosen my pants and slide them off, still facing away from me. I pull my shirt over my head and resume my exploration with my mouth down your back. Hands moving over your skin. My cock is dragging down the crack of your ass with each movement.
Throbbing, dripping precum, hard for me to contain myself in this setting.
Candles are glowing all over the room. Funny, I didn't notice them before now. Oh, well, must have been preoccupied.
A faint scent of dragon's blood incense and the bubble bath mixes in my nostrils. A quite pleasant combination.
The tub is ready. I've tested the water. Perfect. I slide in, pulling you down on top of me. As I lean back, I can watch from behind as my slick cock is sliding in and out of your pussy. Water splashing in slow waves. My hands on your hips. Building tempo with each stroke. Your hair has fallin down your back, coming almost to your waist. I tangle my hands in it and pull your head back to me to place nips on your shoulders as I start to pound into you harder.
With each thrust and bite, I hear your gasp of pleasure, feel more juices flow from you, mixing with the warm water.
I decide to sit up, pulling you to your knees in a doggie style over the edge of the tub, I want deeper penitration. Hand on your shoulder to brace myself, other hand in your hair to ride you hard. Water is splashing all over the place as I fuck you harder and faster.
We both find mind shattering release at the same moment. Spasms rack our bodies as ripples of pleasure overcome us. I pull you down onto my chest lazily, leaning back into the tub. Lightly touching. Skin on skin. Neither of us says a word...none are needed.
You rise from the now cold water, wrap yourself in a bath sheet, and step out to the balcony of the room through the frech doors.
I follow, wrapped in my own towel. I turn you to face me for a deep kiss, your eyes shadowed in the night and half closed. Tongues intertwining, dancing an erotic dance of their own.
The first traces of predawn light start to light the sky as I pull away to look in your face. You very slowly open your eyes to stare at me...
I see the solid black eyes, empty, looking at me.....taking a step back, I'm startled. "What the hell?" As a banshee scream escapes you and you plunge from the balcony.
I run to the edge to find...nothing.
Am I dreaming? Or is it a ghost lover? |
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venge·ance [ven-juhns] –noun 1. infliction of injury, harm, humiliation, or the like, on a person by another who has been harmed by that person; violent revenge.
2. an act or opportunity of inflicting such trouble: to take one's vengeance.
3. the desire for revenge: a man full of vengeance.
4. Obsolete. hurt; injury.
5. Obsolete. curse; imprecation.
—Idiom6. with a vengeance, a. with force or violence.
b. greatly; extremely.
c. to an unreasonable, excessive, or surprising degree: He attacked the job with a vengeance. |
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