Samael
Returned Kinkster
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OOC: This is a story for myself and Lady Temptress. If any comments or questions, please PM me or her. Please enjoy.
It is a humid night in good ole' New Orleans. We native Southerners love this time of year. Always gives us reasons to hold little social gatherings. In the old days my grandma would have called these ice cream socials. But these days it is cold liquers, iced teas, and for some even drugs. I myself stay as clean as I can. Afterall, can't keep the family money flowing if my head is all foggy.
Anyhow, here I am at one of our infamous social gatherings. It is in one of the ancestrial plantation house in the middle of the richest area of New Orleans. As I stroll through the house I get the occasional odd look, it has been a while since I have appeared. Well 3 years to be exact. I have been up North working in the Computer Industry. I increased the family money farther then my parents gave me credit for. So now I am back and trolling the local scene looking for old friends and such.
As I wander through the library I see a young, very petite lady with over average size boobs, dark long hair and dark eyes, looks to be a trophy wife to someone I probably went to school with. She is in a cluster of women. As I ease my way closer, I can hear her complaining about how her husband is never home. And when he is, he is busy with work. And since there no kids, he ignores her. One of her friends calls her Charlie. After several more minutes of complaning, Charlie excuses herself to get some fresh air.
I follow as descretely as I can. She stops and talks to several people on the way. I even bump into a few people that remembers me. They give me a second look over and then keep talking. Finally, after she has been outside for several minutes, I make my way out onto the back lawn.
"A beautiful night isn't it. Not to humid, but enough to remind you that you are home." I look her over and know that I will have her, no matter what I need to do.
Charlie stares at me and wonders who I am.
"My name is Darius Lain. Recently returned from the North. And who might I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
She introduces herself as Charlene Marris. I now remember hearing of Sammy Marris marrying a local girl, but didn't know how lucky he was until now. She takes a deep breath and then gives me the good once over.
I stand a but straighter at 6'3". Shoulder length dark brown hair which is currently pulled back behind my ears. I have dark blue eyes and a nice even tan of course. I keep in shape, but nothing like an athelete. The big oddity is not only are my ears pierced, but I have a small talon piercing over my left eye at the edge of the eyebrow. Dressed in casual clothes from Paris made of silk and velvet.
"Well do I pass the inspection?"
It is a humid night in good ole' New Orleans. We native Southerners love this time of year. Always gives us reasons to hold little social gatherings. In the old days my grandma would have called these ice cream socials. But these days it is cold liquers, iced teas, and for some even drugs. I myself stay as clean as I can. Afterall, can't keep the family money flowing if my head is all foggy.
Anyhow, here I am at one of our infamous social gatherings. It is in one of the ancestrial plantation house in the middle of the richest area of New Orleans. As I stroll through the house I get the occasional odd look, it has been a while since I have appeared. Well 3 years to be exact. I have been up North working in the Computer Industry. I increased the family money farther then my parents gave me credit for. So now I am back and trolling the local scene looking for old friends and such.
As I wander through the library I see a young, very petite lady with over average size boobs, dark long hair and dark eyes, looks to be a trophy wife to someone I probably went to school with. She is in a cluster of women. As I ease my way closer, I can hear her complaining about how her husband is never home. And when he is, he is busy with work. And since there no kids, he ignores her. One of her friends calls her Charlie. After several more minutes of complaning, Charlie excuses herself to get some fresh air.
I follow as descretely as I can. She stops and talks to several people on the way. I even bump into a few people that remembers me. They give me a second look over and then keep talking. Finally, after she has been outside for several minutes, I make my way out onto the back lawn.
"A beautiful night isn't it. Not to humid, but enough to remind you that you are home." I look her over and know that I will have her, no matter what I need to do.
Charlie stares at me and wonders who I am.
"My name is Darius Lain. Recently returned from the North. And who might I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
She introduces herself as Charlene Marris. I now remember hearing of Sammy Marris marrying a local girl, but didn't know how lucky he was until now. She takes a deep breath and then gives me the good once over.
I stand a but straighter at 6'3". Shoulder length dark brown hair which is currently pulled back behind my ears. I have dark blue eyes and a nice even tan of course. I keep in shape, but nothing like an athelete. The big oddity is not only are my ears pierced, but I have a small talon piercing over my left eye at the edge of the eyebrow. Dressed in casual clothes from Paris made of silk and velvet.
"Well do I pass the inspection?"