Hi,
I am just starting this story and I thought about starting the story with the sexy scene and then give a little background and then back to the sexy scene. Of course, I could have said something like "a few minutes earlier" or something like that but I want to know if I can pull it off without it.
So here is what I have so far. Please let me know if it left you scratching your head.
Thanks,
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“This has to stop! I don’t want to have anything to do with you! Just leave me alone!” I brushed her hand away as she started to caress my face. She seemed unfazed and closed the gap between us. “Did you kill your husband? Oh my God!”
She managed to unbutton the first two rungs on my shirt before I grabbed her wrist. “You’re pure evil. Please get away from me and my family.” When I try to push her away, she raised her legs and wrapped it around me, grinding her crotch into mine.
“Please don’t do this.” She pressed a finger unto my lips and smirked. She lifted my chin, so that I stare at her hazel eyes. They are so hypnotic. I feel myself grow weak. She untangled my hand from her wrist and place it on her ample breast, guiding my fingers to knead her warm flesh. She moaned, but I know that was meant to inflame my lust. I have never been able to resist her and she knows it.
At this moment, I am leaning against the back of our sofa headrest. She is on top of me, with her fiery red hair glowing from the foyer chandelier behind her. Other than that none of the lights are on. The scene is so eerie, to which the flicker of embers from the fireplace reflect off those bright pupils of hers.
She licked her lips as she relish my agony to keep control. She knows how to tease me with those lips, inching them closer unto mine while she untangle my belt and unzip my pants. I can feel her hot breath on my nostrils, while her eyes never lost their grip on mine as she skillfully capture her prey. “Please..” I managed to utter, as my will to resist dissipates and I surrendered by slowly closing my eyes, despite seeing her evil predatory smile before enclosing her lips on mine.
But this is not a dream, it’s real. I just got home from a business trip to find Elena in my house. I was just about to ask her what’s going on when I heard knocks on my door. Cops!? I looked at Elena and she placed a finger on her lips and shakes her head. She disappeared into the shadows as I opened the door. They started by introducing themselves and informed me that my next door neighbor is dead. I stepped out and we discussed the gory details. Apparently, the maid found him and there is no sign of the wife, Elena.
Obviously, I wasn’t much help since I just got home. Well, that a lie, isn’t it? I might be harboring a a criminal. “Might” is not even be a proper word to use, because the chill in my spine tells me that she did it. I took deep breaths as I watch the detectives head back to their car.
I am just starting this story and I thought about starting the story with the sexy scene and then give a little background and then back to the sexy scene. Of course, I could have said something like "a few minutes earlier" or something like that but I want to know if I can pull it off without it.
So here is what I have so far. Please let me know if it left you scratching your head.
Thanks,
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“This has to stop! I don’t want to have anything to do with you! Just leave me alone!” I brushed her hand away as she started to caress my face. She seemed unfazed and closed the gap between us. “Did you kill your husband? Oh my God!”
She managed to unbutton the first two rungs on my shirt before I grabbed her wrist. “You’re pure evil. Please get away from me and my family.” When I try to push her away, she raised her legs and wrapped it around me, grinding her crotch into mine.
“Please don’t do this.” She pressed a finger unto my lips and smirked. She lifted my chin, so that I stare at her hazel eyes. They are so hypnotic. I feel myself grow weak. She untangled my hand from her wrist and place it on her ample breast, guiding my fingers to knead her warm flesh. She moaned, but I know that was meant to inflame my lust. I have never been able to resist her and she knows it.
At this moment, I am leaning against the back of our sofa headrest. She is on top of me, with her fiery red hair glowing from the foyer chandelier behind her. Other than that none of the lights are on. The scene is so eerie, to which the flicker of embers from the fireplace reflect off those bright pupils of hers.
She licked her lips as she relish my agony to keep control. She knows how to tease me with those lips, inching them closer unto mine while she untangle my belt and unzip my pants. I can feel her hot breath on my nostrils, while her eyes never lost their grip on mine as she skillfully capture her prey. “Please..” I managed to utter, as my will to resist dissipates and I surrendered by slowly closing my eyes, despite seeing her evil predatory smile before enclosing her lips on mine.
But this is not a dream, it’s real. I just got home from a business trip to find Elena in my house. I was just about to ask her what’s going on when I heard knocks on my door. Cops!? I looked at Elena and she placed a finger on her lips and shakes her head. She disappeared into the shadows as I opened the door. They started by introducing themselves and informed me that my next door neighbor is dead. I stepped out and we discussed the gory details. Apparently, the maid found him and there is no sign of the wife, Elena.
Obviously, I wasn’t much help since I just got home. Well, that a lie, isn’t it? I might be harboring a a criminal. “Might” is not even be a proper word to use, because the chill in my spine tells me that she did it. I took deep breaths as I watch the detectives head back to their car.