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I wanted your taste on my tongue, your smell in my nose, your skin on mine, your body over me, around me, in me. I wanted to be the water that lapped every part of you, the blood that kept your warm, the house that kept you safe. But I was frightened too. I was frightened you wouldn't like my body: that maybe I was too fat, too short, too white, too young. Maybe your friends would tease you, maybe I wasn't enough woman for you. Maybe you'd be rough or laugh at me.
But none of that mattered that time: the fears were there but so was my want. I'm not sure if the fear was me or the want was me. I could hardly breath then and I have goosebumps every time I've thought of it since. That time, when it was just us and I saw the look in your eye and I wanted you too.

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Scentofawoman said:
She watched her lover drive away. Her heart breaking as she peered through the Branches. She knew this was best for him. This would keep him safe. He would not survive her world. It was a forbidden romance. An indulgence of time that were able to be together. She could still smell his essence on her hands. Unblinking she watched the lights disappear.

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That wasn't his essence Scent, it was his blood!! She had fed :p
 
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It was late, or early, depending on your perspective. I was told to meet a man in the alley, under the third lamp post. He would have the information I needed, what my client needed to clear her name.

I was anxious. I had been on this case for far too long. My secretary, Victoria, called me crazy for agreeing to this. She said it was a setup, pure and simple. She told me to go well-armed, to have backup. I told her she was just worrying too much, I would be safe.

The time for the man to arrive had come and gone two hours ago. I lit a cigarette, the first one I've had in months. As the nicotine hit my lungs, I saw movement in the shadows. I tossed the coffin nail and stood straight.

"Sorry I'm late," the mousy-framed man said. He was carrying a big envelope, one bursting at the seams. "Wife problems," he mumbled under his breath. I didn't care about that. I wanted what he was carrying.

"You have something for me?"

He stopped looking at his feet and raised his head. "Sure do," he answered, almost relieved. He handed it to me and turned quickly on his heels, leaving me alone in the too early morning.

I felt it: It was very heavy. I didn't open it, just made tracks out of there before anyone noticed me.
 
Where's the damned 'Like' button? :)

BTW
I like the sound of this place very much:
In a place where the free exchange of ideas is encouraged, where no one has a wrong opinion, and the only dumb questions are those failed to be asked.
 
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stickygirl said:
Where's the damned 'Like' button? :)

BTW
I like the sound of this place very much:
In a place where the free exchange of ideas is encouraged, where no one has a wrong opinion, and the only dumb questions are those failed to be asked.
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My parents and grandparents encouraged me to disagree with the status quo, as long as I reason to do it. Just because was not good enough.

You'll never learn without asking the six"W"s: Who, what, where, when, why, and how. Yes, there are five W's in journalism, but that how, that's what's important in learning.
 
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Somewhere in Upstate New York
Last week or last year, I don't quite remember

She was young, but old enough to know better. She stood there, inviting. Her Master sat in the smoke-filled room enjoying a cigar with the other gentlemen of the club.

"Come in, Mr. Pettijohn," she said, her voice a wispy remembrance of innocence. "We've been expecting you."
 
It was 5 minutes until 9pm. Of their own accord, his hands reach for the top drawer of his desk, retrieving the blindfold. He gazes at it for a moment then to the clock. 4 minutes until 9pm. His fingers tease along it’s velvet edges before lifting it to cover his eyes. A tug of his fingers sets the knot in his short hair. His heartrate picks up speed, his breathing increases. The sound of the office door opening then closing causes him to hold his breath for a moment. The click of her high heels on the floor brings a tightness to his throat and his pants...

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Twlightdreamer said:
It was 5 minutes until 9pm. Of their own accord, his hands reach for the top drawer of his desk, retrieving the blindfold. He gazes at it for a moment then to the clock. 4 minutes until 9pm. His fingers tease along it’s velvet edges before lifting it to cover his eyes. A tug of his fingers sets the knot in his short hair. His heartrate picks up speed, his breathing increases. The sound of the office door opening then closing causes him to hold his breath for a moment. The click of her high heels on the floor brings a tightness to his throat and his pants...

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Ohh missed this before. Nice... :D
 
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It was 90 degrees outside and climbing. It was getting to a point where the air conditioning was just making the house bearable. She had woken up that morning at 7 am to get the turnovers done that was 3 hours ago and now she had to make the frosting from scratch. Watching the cooling pastries she mixed her ingredients biting her lips for patience. All this work better be appreciated as she whisked the wet ingredients together.
 
stickygirl said:
I wanted your taste on my tongue, your smell in my nose, your skin on mine, your body over me, around me, in me. I wanted to be the water that lapped every part of you, the blood that kept your warm, the house that kept you safe. But I was frightened too. I was frightened you wouldn't like my body: that maybe I was too fat, too short, too white, too young. Maybe your friends would tease you, maybe I wasn't enough woman for you. Maybe you'd be rough or laugh at me.
But none of that mattered that time: the fears were there but so was my want. I'm not sure if the fear was me or the want was me. I could hardly breath then and I have goosebumps every time I've thought of it since. That time, when it was just us and I saw the look in your eye and I wanted you too.

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very nice.. and exactly the way I felt once...
 
Scentofawoman said:
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It was 90 degrees outside and climbing. It was getting to a point where the air conditioning was just making the house bearable. She had woken up that morning at 7 am to get the turnovers done that was 3 hours ago and now she had to make the frosting from scratch. Watching the cooling pastries she mixed her ingredients biting her lips for patience. All this work better be appreciated as she whisked the wet ingredients together.
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May I please lick the ...

... bowl? :D:devil:
 
The rules of the game were simple. The last submissive standing won the prize. The woman were dressed as rabbits, but the one whose heart was a tiger would win. The more submissive woman gave up early, content in their status as play toys. Only two remained missing. They were found outside, fighting and fucking like animals. Clothes had been ripped off, slaps and bites mixed with kisses and caresses. Finally the cry of a woman in orgasm ripped through the air as the one who defeated her crouched on top in triumph.

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Scentofawoman said:
The rules of the game were simple. The last submissive standing won the prize. The woman were dressed as rabbits, but the one whose heart was a tiger would win. The more submissive woman gave up early, content in their status as play toys. Only two remained missing. They were found outside, fighting and fucking like animals. Clothes had been ripped off, slaps and bites mixed with kisses and caresses. Finally the cry of a woman in orgasm ripped through the air as the one who defeated her crouched on top in triumph.

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LOL. That's good Scent.
Remind to be cautious in accepting an invitation to any of your parties. :D
 
He walked into her apartment without saying a word, causing her some concern.

"Is everything alright?" she asked as he removed his overcoat and gently tossed it over the back of a dining room chair. He didn't answer.

"Honey, please, what did I do? If I did something wrong, please tell me." He was still silent as he walked to the wet bar and poured himself a straight bourbon. He knocked it back without hesitation.

She was panicking, her breathing becoming quick and labored. She was on the verge of tears. She quickly went through the past week in her mind, trying to remember if she said something to upset him, did something. She shook her head: There was nothing.

He took a few steps towards her and reached into the suit coat's inner pocket. He pulled out an object and put it on the dining room table.

"Happy anniversary, Sweetheart." He finally smiled, knowing that he remembered and she finally didn't have to remind him.

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The tumult of her mind, was now painfully great. She knew not how to support herself, and from actual weakness sat down and cried for half-an-hour. Her astonishment, as she reflected on what had passed, was increased by every review of it. That she should receive an offer of marriage from Mr. Darcy! That he should have been in love with her for so many months! So much in love as to wish to marry her in spite of all the objections which had made him prevent his friend's marrying her sister, and which must appear at least with equal force in his own case— was almost incredible! It was gratifying to have inspired unconsciously so strong an affection. But his pride, his abominable pride— his shameless avowal of what he had done with respect to Jane— his unpardonable assurance in acknowledging, though he could not justify it, and the unfeeling manner in which he had mentioned Mr. Wickham, his cruelty towards whom he had not attempted to deny, soon overcame the pity which the consideration of his attachment had for a moment excited.

Pride and Prejudice

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