littlelulu30
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Hi doms and subs! I find collective writing fascinating. I happen to be inclined towards the D/s side and I would like to develop a story of that kind. So I have just started with the following passage. If someone feels like contributing, please feel free. I hope that writers and readers enjoy this initiative.
They met on a working day. At a pub he regularly attended with his workmates. They were introduced by one of his male associates, a sociable handy man. She was new to the city. She was a foreigner too and was trying to blend in with the British folks. He followed her form all the way down to the counter when she went to ask for an apple juice. She was an average sight, small thin brown haired girl. Her slim body and complexion made her look at least ten years younger. He felt frustrated when he tried to determine the curve of her hips and the size of her breasts. She was wearing a long loose summer dress. She moved back to the table where the group was chatting animatedly. Her voice sounded soft and low when she answered a typical question by one of the guys. He didn´t like this course of events though. He had already made his decision. He wasn´t letting her flirt with any of those morons. His gaze hardened involuntarily at her. She was drawn to meet the eyes that had set on her so intensely. She looked puzzled, even frightened for a few seconds. Then, she tried to hide her lack of confidence behind a flashing smile, which he took as a deviant gesture. The next ten minutes, while the rest was engaged in a mindless conversation, he set up a complete scheme for her. His mind was racing at 100 miles per minute, fixing her with his gaze. The plan started right then and there.
When the assembly began to tidy up and stand to leave, he stayed in place, casually finishing his drink. He knew she didn´t have a chance to leave without asking him to move. He smiled at her wickedly. The poor creature looked startled. She resolved to end that scene and stood in a swift quick movement. “Excuseme”, her demanding tone echoed loudly in the cubicle that formed their table.
- Are you in a hurry? – He was mocking her. He still didn´t move.
He looked up baldly and buried his sight into the curve of her breasts. She clearly felt his aggressive approach. However, she chose to stop having second thoughts about the guy’s intentions. It was just a casual meeting after work. Nothing remarkable was happening. She sat down again and she started taking out her scarf and put it around her neck. She wanted to show him that she hadn´t abandoned her iniciative to leave. Only when he took the last exasperatingly small sip of his drink it was obvious to her how oblivious he was being to her purpose. It felt even more awkward when the last of the guys waved to them from the front door. She would have felt better if there was some reason to be held back, some conversation going. That would have been normal. However, the man was freakingly silent.
- Well, I´m working tomorrow and there is always so much traffic after…
- Hush, baby, we’ll be leaving in a minute. – he had jerked down her upper arm with his paw and showed no intention of releasing her.
They met on a working day. At a pub he regularly attended with his workmates. They were introduced by one of his male associates, a sociable handy man. She was new to the city. She was a foreigner too and was trying to blend in with the British folks. He followed her form all the way down to the counter when she went to ask for an apple juice. She was an average sight, small thin brown haired girl. Her slim body and complexion made her look at least ten years younger. He felt frustrated when he tried to determine the curve of her hips and the size of her breasts. She was wearing a long loose summer dress. She moved back to the table where the group was chatting animatedly. Her voice sounded soft and low when she answered a typical question by one of the guys. He didn´t like this course of events though. He had already made his decision. He wasn´t letting her flirt with any of those morons. His gaze hardened involuntarily at her. She was drawn to meet the eyes that had set on her so intensely. She looked puzzled, even frightened for a few seconds. Then, she tried to hide her lack of confidence behind a flashing smile, which he took as a deviant gesture. The next ten minutes, while the rest was engaged in a mindless conversation, he set up a complete scheme for her. His mind was racing at 100 miles per minute, fixing her with his gaze. The plan started right then and there.
When the assembly began to tidy up and stand to leave, he stayed in place, casually finishing his drink. He knew she didn´t have a chance to leave without asking him to move. He smiled at her wickedly. The poor creature looked startled. She resolved to end that scene and stood in a swift quick movement. “Excuseme”, her demanding tone echoed loudly in the cubicle that formed their table.
- Are you in a hurry? – He was mocking her. He still didn´t move.
He looked up baldly and buried his sight into the curve of her breasts. She clearly felt his aggressive approach. However, she chose to stop having second thoughts about the guy’s intentions. It was just a casual meeting after work. Nothing remarkable was happening. She sat down again and she started taking out her scarf and put it around her neck. She wanted to show him that she hadn´t abandoned her iniciative to leave. Only when he took the last exasperatingly small sip of his drink it was obvious to her how oblivious he was being to her purpose. It felt even more awkward when the last of the guys waved to them from the front door. She would have felt better if there was some reason to be held back, some conversation going. That would have been normal. However, the man was freakingly silent.
- Well, I´m working tomorrow and there is always so much traffic after…
- Hush, baby, we’ll be leaving in a minute. – he had jerked down her upper arm with his paw and showed no intention of releasing her.