Torn Between Two Lovers

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She wasn’t sure what to say to him. She saw two men before her, one that seemed generally distraught over his past and yet there was another, a more sinister man that had ripped apart her well constructed world. Cerise stood there for several minutes, trying to find words.

“I’m sorry your wife died. If I ever loved like that perhaps I would have done anything to wipe out the memories. I don’t know. . .I’ve never loved like that, nor have I been loved like that. You were lucky, believe me for the both of us. . .I am sorry you lost her. I’ll continue to be cooperative while I’m here, then after the week is over, I don’t want to ever see you or Sherri or James again. I’m not your wife, you don’t even like me, nor I you, so let’s just do our best to avoid each other, Tabor. You won’t be reminded of your wife and I won’t be reminded of what you did to me.”

Her lower lip trembled as she turned and headed back to the living room. She sat down on the coach and stared at the wall in front of her. It would be a long week, she realized as she found herself thinking of the man who seemed broken and yet he was so very dangerous. . . in more ways than even Cerise knew; this she was sure of.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Then take these with you"

Tabor accepted Cerise's words and lifted the heavy bag packed with clothes.

"Like you my wife had excellent taste, and it seems almost the exact size as you wear, do me a favor and use them as you see fit and take them with you when you leave."

****** ****** ******​

It was the last words he spoke to Cerise for three days, the silence in his once comfortable home making it eerily quiet as they deliberately avoided each other and timed their waking and sleeping opposite of each other.

If it hadn't been for Sherri's presence Tabor might have left...but because of her he chose to wait for the return of James and the news he would bring with him, the event happening quietly on the third evening...

"They bought it,"

James announced quietly over his own dinner, his bruised face showing it hadn't been all that easy...the three of them sitting in his kitchen and quietly discussing what was to come next.

"The documents you gave me convinced them in the end, they want Nick bad enough that they'll let you finish your contract and have promised to let you go once you've delivered him and the records to them."

"Good"

Tabor began quietly after James had finished both his dinner and his explanation of the past three days events.

"Then I'll go visit Nick in the morning and you two will pack, if I'm right he has the records they want stored in Cerise's vaults...I'm going to time it so I bring Nick and the records to them at the very last minute, which will allow you three to get as far away as possible...Just like we agreed."

"When and where will we meet you Tabor?"

Sherri spoke softly and Tabor met her eyes for a long, quiet minute and rose without speaking, then smiled...

"I'll let the two of you be alone, and see you in the morning...sleep well, when you get to that point..."

****** ****** ******​

Tabor had lied. He never saw them the next morning. He took advantage of the fact they spent a great deal of the night "celebrating" together and fell asleep exhausted afterwards, and he rose early to enjoy a solitary cup of coffee and walk about the house that was no longer his home...before taking his own single bag to the car tucked away in the garage and driving away without a backwards glance...his mind on what was to come next as his fingers dialed the number that would put it all into motion....

"Nick this is Tabor, if you want to still get in on the deal meet me at your house in one hour, I'll meet you there and we can get this over."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise ate alone the morning Tabor disappeared. For the first time since coming to his home, or being forced to reside in his home, she felt lonely. Before Tabor was there, at least he was somewhere in the house, as were James and Sherri. Now though even they seemed to be anxious and ready to leave. She should have been glad, but she wasn’t. Once more she was out of the loop and once more someone was dealing with those involved in her life and leaving her out of it. Whatever it was that Tabor was doing to Nick effected her and yet. . .she had no control. This bothered her, but so did the ideal that she missed Tabor.

She’d worn the clothes he’d thrust at her, but she knew she would never leave the house with any of them. She wanted no memories of this place, that man, his friends, or the woman he loved. She hated wearing the dead’s closed, but did so, because even she refused to walk around in the same outfit every day, knowing it was that or be naked while it was washed. So she wore Laurell’s clothes, hating the fact that they fit her and they were just as Tabor said . . . her style.

A few more days passed and Cerise was walking on pins and needles. Today was the day when she should be allowed to go home. . .if Tabor was telling the truth. He told her a week. . .her week was up.

Cerise dressed in her bar, panty, stockings, silk blouse and black skirt. Nothing on her belonged to Tabor, or his long gone wife. She brushed her hair, braided the locks and let it hang loose down her back. Hours slipped by and she found herself, no longer pacing, but sitting on the couch, the couch where she’d slept all week, and waiting for Tabor and the freedom of the life she supposedly hungered for.

 

[BLACK BART]

"It's done"

Tired and sore Tabor walked into his house to see Cerise half-sleeping on the couch.

"I see that James and Sherri have left and you're waiting, I brought your car home and arranged to have mine delivered tomorrow morning, so you're free to go."

He spoke softly and dropped his bag by the door, knowing it was a waste of time to carry it upstairs and then back out the final time.

"Nick was only to happy to trade what he deemed semi-worthless records for his portion of the investment, he thought they were transaction records for real estate and a complex money laundering process...that is until I called in the Agencies men and turned him and the records over...Now he has a choice of joining the witness protection plan after rolling over, or going to jail for any number of charges..."

Tabor moved into his living room and poured himself a tall stiff drink, then returned to the still sitting figure of Cerise and handed her a thick envelope.

"There's no one left to pay for the contracts on you Cerise, so you're safe...and free, the paperwork inside here are affadavits testifying you've cooperated with the Agency fully and have immunity to any charges or prosecution, by the time I report for my final debriefing you'll be home...safe and sound...and without me in your life ever again....Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to take a shower before i start to pack..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise held the envelope in her hands, then watched Tabor walk away. A part of her wanted to rush to him and do what. . . she didn’t know, so she sat and when the shower water started, she rose from her place on the couch and walked out of Tabor’s life.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A week went by, Cerise refusing calls from friends and business associates, with the exception of her lawyer. She needed time to herself. It took her three days to stop waking up in the middle of the night, screaming for Tabor. Each dream ended the same as before. . . Nicholas’s hands around her neck, Tabor’s blood spraying across her face. She shuddered violently a number of times, before calming herself and returning to a less than peaceful slumber. By the fourth night she was sleeping soundly with the aid of medication that she’d weaseled out of her doctor.

Two more weeks and Cerise still was not coming out of her home, or her state of self-imposed fear. Tabor was gone. He said he would leave her alone, but she still feared something. . .his people? James? Sherri? Nicholas? She didn’t know, all she knew was that during the night when she slept, the pills took her to a place where there was no fear, just sleep. By the end of the second week, she was taking them during the day, so she could keep herself unconscious for as many hours as she could.

During one of those days, when she was sleeping silently on her expensive sofa, the phone rang and her lawyer’s voice came across the waves, only to be heard by the answering machine. “Nicholas has disappeared Cerise. They aren’t sure where he’s going, but they want you to get yourself some people, just to be safe. They don’t think he’s on his way to you. . . but he blames all of this on you. If you want me to set you up somewhere out of the country, give me a call back.”

The following morning, Cerise saw the light blinking on the machine, but ignored it as she made her way to her wine cellar to seek out something to take her little white pill with.

 

[BLACK BART]

"You should answer your phone, Cerise"

Tabor spoke gently and yet watched the woman jump as she heard his voice and spun to face him.

"Relax, I'm not here to hurt you...This time I'm acting on my own, there's word out Nick has slipped his collar and I thought it best I stop by to see how you were."

Stepping forward he looked at the bottle of wine Cerise held in one hand and the bottle of pills she tried to hide in the other...his eyes going to her tired face and features and showing only compassion and understanding...

"I made you a promise, remember? To deliver you safe and sound to your old life, I wasn't going to let you think I'd just turn my back on you....Lets leave the wine and pills alone for a while and go upstairs where we can talk?"

He suggested and Cerise nodded wide eyed, letting him take the wine and set it aside, then accepting his hand as he slid it around her waist to guide her back upstairs...

"I've missed you Cerise and I'm sorry....Sorry for the things I did to you when I tried to blot out her memories...what made it so difficult was the feelings i found I had for you...and how they triggered the pain I thought I had dealt with.

He confessed as they stepped into her kitchen and stopped to face each other, his arms going around her as he slowly bent his head and lips to hers, then paused to see if she had any objections....

And found none as her lips melded to his...

"Now isn't that romantic"

The kiss was interrupted as the high, whining voice of Nick cut into the air and they pulled apart to see him aiming a shaking pistol at them.

"I come home to see my loving wife and find her in the arms of my partner...it all makes sense now, I should actually thank you for saving me the time of hunting you both down."

The next seconds happened in slow motion..Tabor pushing Cerise behind him to shield her as he pulled out his own pistol and cocked it...the sounds of two guns firing in the small confines deafening them all as Tabor fell backwards from the impact of Nick's own shot to his chest...his head spinning from the blow of the cupboard as he struggled to his knees and searched for his pistol...and found Nick standing over him with wild eyes and a gloating tone in his voice...

"First you...then that bitch Tabor, then I'm off to the East Coast...with full immunity, your comrades need me...so they'll overlook this little incident..."

Rising to his feet Tabor faced Nick and watched the wrong end of his pistol barrel lift to his head...

"Then get it over with Nick, but leave Cerise out of it.."

It was the last thing Tabor remembered...as Nick grinned and yanked the trigger of his own pistol...and his world went blank...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise’s drug-filled and alcohol stupor barely allowed her to comprehend what was happening. One second she was alone, the next Tabor was there, his hands on her skin, his lips covering hers. Then just as suddenly there was chaos surrounding her. Nicholas was there. . .but he wasn’t supposed to be, Tabor had promised her she was safe. She shook her head, trying desperately to understand what was going on. A gun, then another seemed to materialize in front of her eyes and she was jerked back to reality as one shot was fired and blood splayed across Tabor’s clothing. “No!” she screamed dropping to his side and pressing her hands against the wound.

She barely heard the exchange between her husband then man she had learned to hate and desire. Her eyes clouded with tears as she felt the warm, sticky fluid of his life slipping under her fingers. Her eyes caught the blackness and glint of metal. She reached for it, as if another occupied her body. Bloody fingers gripped the handle of what she assumed was Tabor’s gun, but deep in the recesses of her mind, it wasn’t real, it was a toy, something to scare someone with.

Lifting it, she found the source of her troubles, and just as she heard the sound of the gun’s bullet whizzing past her, she too fired. She watched Nicholas’s gaze lock onto her as he turned his arm. But as if it were happening on a movie screen, she watched his face grow ashen and his eyes dim. Her lower lip trembled as she saw the gun waver and then drop to the floor. Nicholas fell to his knees, his lips moving, but nothing but crimson paint spewed from his mouth.

Cerise screamed then, dropping the gun and scurrying to a corner, where she stared at her hands. Blood and evidence of her firing the weapon seemed to stand out in her mind. She sat there rocking herself back and forth for several minutes, before she heard a soft moan. Her eyes focused on Nicholas, fearful that he’d come back to take care of her. There was no movement. Her gaze darted to Tabor and she swore his chest rose. “Baby?” she whispered, crawling back to him and pressing her head against his chest.

Tears fell as she reached up and stroked his forehead. Her hand moved to his temple and she felt the blood oozing from another wound, this one she assumed had been the second shot her husband fired, grazing her lover’s head, but not penetrating it.

Another flash of reason came to her as she dug into Tabor’s pocket and found his cell. With shaking fingers and a darkening mind she called for help. Her voice shaky and full of fear. “Hold on, baby... please.” She kissed his lips as she waited for the sound of his and her saviors coming to save them.

 

[BLACK BART]

“Hold on, baby... please.”

The words and her kiss were the best medicine for Tabor's body and mind at that very moment... Clearing his head enough to realize the ramifications of the situation and that the bullet fired at his chest had punched through the flesh of his arm and then been stopped by the vest he wore under his jacket... The pain and dizziness he felt was due to the second bullet that clipped his head, and that was clearing as he looked up to the worried eyes and face of Cerise...


"Help me up Cerise, we need to talk before the local police arrive..."

He spoke softly and watched her eyes widen as she realized he was far from dead.

"Lucky the second one hit the hardest part of my body huh? Do you think you can manage a touniquet for my arm, hun?"

Stroking her face with his hand he smiled, then kissed her softly and struggled to his knees, her arms around his waist helping him to his feet and letting him look the room and situation over.

"Lets go out front and wait for them to arrive...?"

He suggested and leaned on Cerise as they moved out of the room and down the hall to her front doors.

"Cerise, if you trust me enough here's how I'd like you to play this out..."

He spoke in quiet words as they sat outside on the steps leading up to her house, his eyes watching her tie off his arm above the flesh wound with cloth she had torn from her own blouse...his words gentle but to the point...

"It's going to look exactly as it is...Ex-husband and fugitive of the law returning for vengeance...You protecting yourself and doing what needed to be done...My own presence can be easily explained as a bodyguard being in the right place but the wrong time... The judge will look at the case and declare a cut and dry case of self defense... What I want you to do is to accept the verdict he'll give you which will be an evaluation and drying out period at one of the clinics...knowing I'll be with you all the way...and waiting for you when you are discharged? Will you trust me on this, Cerise?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Trust him. . . two little words that could seal her fate. Trusting him could kill her. It could also save her. She chewed on her lip as the sirens screamed in the air. Her eyes closed as she felt her powerless self submit to him again. She had no choice really... she was nothing without Tabor, her pills, her wine. Admitting this, only made her chest grow tight as tears slipped down her cheeks. “Okay,” she told him. Deep in her soul she felt a sense of the unknown crash against her.

This was it. Once again he held all the cards and once again, she was nothing.

The police came, an ambulance allowed in after the area was secured. Questions were tossed out, some answered, but most went unspoken, Tabor insisting that Cerise’s lawyer be at the station the minute Cerise was brought in. He said he’d make the call himself.

She was led away, uncuffed since she was willing to cooperate. Her gaze held Tabor’s for as long as it could, eventually he became a speck and she became a blur. At the station she was shoved into a room with her lawyer and a detective. She answered only the questions her councilor allowed her to answer.

He pulled a lot of strings for his wealthy client and managed to get her out of the station four hours later and into a hotel, with him having a connecting room. Her money. His name. Together they were considered an honest pair and not a flight risk. “The power of your wallet knows no bounds does it Cerise?” he asked her. She simply stared at him, and closed their connecting door, before walking over to the mini-bar for a much needed drink.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Cerise"

Tabor spoke softly and watched the red haired woman spin to face him, her eyes showing fear, distrust and something else he couldn't exactly define.

"You don't need the drink hun"

He rose from the chair where he had sat waiting and stepped closer to her, to watch her back up and place the bar between them.

"You're stronger than that, if you'll let yourself be..."

He opened his hands and kept his face carefully neutral, his eyes pleading with her to come to his arms.

"I'm sure of it, just as I'm sure of how you feel about me...IF you'll only trust me and yourself...and be honest about your feelings, to simply accept the way it is between us...?"

He continued his gentle words and stopped moving towards her, to instead move to the adjoining door to lock it.

"I've spoken to the judge, there isn't going to be a trial...he's already agreed to my wishes, those being to sentence you to three months at a clinic I own...it will appear you've been chastised and that your righteous self defense has been condoned at the same time...and you'll be where I want you to be...In my arms and in my bed."

He turned and walked into the middle of the room, to let Cerise see the compassion and lust in his eyes, and to understand that he had no intention of carrying out that lust unless she first consented...

"If you say no to that he'll dismiss the case entirely, setting you free from the courts and of me...I've dealt with the family that controlled Jack and tried to kill the both of us...turned them against each other and then watched them kill each other off as they fought for territory and power..."

He explained and waited, his eyes reaching out to her...

"It is your life...and your choice, Cerise...as I promised it would be..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She watched and listened to him. Her mind trying to comprehend all he was saying, but in truth all she wanted was to crumble and for once in her life allow someone else control. . .this time though freely giving it instead of having it stolen from her. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, unable to find the right words and so she said nothing as Tabor finished his proclamation. She wanted to be angry with him. Hate him. Destroy him as he had destroyed her, yet deep down she knew he hadn’t forced her to the hotel that first night, oh so long ago. She’d gone with him willingly. They’d fucked and he left, just like she wanted him to. Then she lived in Hell for two weeks; or did she?

She turned away, leaving the bar and walking over to the sliding doors that led to the balcony. The last few days of those two weeks weren’t Hell. . .they were different. She walked out, leaving Tabor behind, yet knowing he was watching her, even perhaps walking up behind her. The wind lifted her hair and tossed it to and fro as she thought back over the months of confusion, degradation, humiliation, and even the moments of passion and desire. Cerise still didn’t understand it all. So much had happened, her world twisted and spun, until it was unrecognizable, as was she. She didn’t know herself anymore.

Turning she stared at Tabor, who waited on the threshold of the balcony. “I’m not me anymore. What happened changed me. I don’t know who I am. What I am. I am not strong. I was once. . .but now. I’m like this wind, every changing and I don’t like it. I don’t like this woman.” She pushed away tears that were falling and slipped to the concrete floor of the balcony, burying her face in her hands. “I want to blame someone. . .I want to blame you. Nicholas. Those families that destroyed my world, but I can’t because really. . .I just don’t know whose fault it is. Mine? Probably. . .the rich, self-centered bitch, who controlled so much.”

She laughed softly, a cold laugh one that seemed to bubble up out of no where. “You wanted this woman, didn’t you. One time, you wanted me broken and needy, dependent on noone but my Master. You won Tabor. Don’t you like what you see? Your slut on her knees, waiting for her Master to care for her?” Her sobs came then as the world around her pressed into her chest and made her weep.

 

[BLACK BART]

"NO"

Tabor let his own pain show as he faced Cerise.

"When I began this you were just another part of Nick's world, his most valuable possession...a jewel so bright and sharp you'd blind the average man as he reached for you then cut him to peices. But after the first time we made love and I looked into your eyes...?"

He stopped and turned suddenly, his eyes blurred and chest aching as he fought for control and the ability to see clearly...

"I'm the hardest bastard you'll ever meet Cerise, trained by self experience to never feel, but when I looked at you I saw and felt something that drilled me to the core, if I had wanted you broken you'd be a rag doll at this moment...but I wanted you to see outside of the cold, calculated world you lived in and feel..."

Tabor turned, breaking the hold he had on the cold marble bannister to face Cerise and pull her suddenly into his arms.

"FEEL, to know passion...desire....confusion....maybe even a desire to serve....and love"

Covering her lips with his he pulled her to him, marveling at the way her body thrilled him and the lust to consume her that rose in his body with just a simple kiss...

"You're not broken Cerise, only frightened and confused, for the first time needing someone other than yourself"

He spoke gently as the kiss ended and he looked into her face...his arms still holding her body tight to his...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise buried her head in his chest. Her fingers clenching his shirt in her hands. Her breath calming as she breathed in his scent. The shuddering she’d experienced earlier was gone, in its place, a warm shiver appeared. She could still taste him on her lips as she pulled away, just enough for her to stare unblinkingly up at him. “I hate you. I desire you. I want you.”

Her hands pushed into his hair and she dragged him down to her level. Her mouth moved over his. The invasion of her tongue pushing against his fueled her. Cerise’s fingers clawed down his shirt, moving to pull buttons free and to tug the material from his slacks. She found his nipple with her teeth, leaving his mouth she tugged on the hard bead, licking and flicking it with her tongue.

Not once did her fingers stop. She released his button and then his zipper. Eagerly her hands dove into his pants to free his cock and greedily stroke it. His hands moved through her hair, encouraging her to take out her desires on him. Cerise looked up and gazed back at him.

“I need you to fuck me,” she groaned out as her mouth moved down his body to cover his cock with several long swipes of her tongue.

 

[BLACK BART]

Tabor groaned with his own desires as Cerise's lips moved around the head of his cock.

"Yesssssssss"

He hissed and leaned against the cool marble behind him, feeling the heat Cerise was generating fill his cock and belly.

"Oh God, yesssss"

He urged her as she took him deeper into his mouth and he looked down to watch.

"Suck me Cerise, suck me HARD"

He urged to see her own eyes open and meet his, the tilt of her head allowing his cock to move against the back of her throat.

And then there were no words, for as Cerise swallowed he felt his cock slide deeper into her throat, and as he hand cupped his balls he knew she would quickly drive him over the edge...of both his release and the rail behind if he didn't watch carefully...

"S...stand up"

He choked out the words and almost sighed with relief as Cerise obeyed, her face lifting to his level as her tongue flitted out to lick a drop of precum off smiling lips.

"You minx"

Tabor smiled and made quick work of his clothes, his eyes shining as Cerise did the same for her own...and she moved to the rail to take his earlier pose.

"So do something about it?"

She didn't need to encourage him twice, and Tabor moved between her open thighs to press the head of his cock into her sex, watching Cerise's face fill with joy and pleasure as he filled her cunt with his cock...

"Lean back Cerise and trust me"

He encouraged the woman after several hard thrusts into her.

"Trust me to not drop you...and to make you CUM"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The night air slammed against Cerise heated skin. She gripped the rail and spread her legs as wide as she could. “Yesss...,” she hissed as she felt Tabor’s cock slide into her slick pussy. This is what she wanted. No longer could she deny herself. She tightened her muscles, closed her eyes and leaned back, feeling his hands move from her hips to her back. The strength in them supported her and she knew then and there that if he didn’t want her. If he didn’t desire her in some small way, that went beyond sex, he could release her end her life. She released the rail, putting all of her weight on his hands and arms, as she relaxed and welcomed the thrusting of his rod.

He plunged in and out of her. Their bodies merging as one. Her clit was stroked and petted by the curls of his sex and she relished in the feeling of her growing lust. “Harder Tabor!” she shouted. Her hands grabbed her tits and she mashed them into her chest, kneaded the flesh, tore at her nipples. The rosy peeks ached to be tortured, so she twisted, pulled, tugged and then prayed he would bite and suck on the ridged points.

She held her breasts for him, offering them to his lips as his hands continued to hold her and his cock continued to drive into her. “Bite me,” she whimpered, lifting her tits higher. “I need to feel it all again. I need to see your mark. . . please. . . Master.”

The word fell easily from her lips and her pussy constricted tighter around his shaft as she realized in that moment she was no longer going to deny the hunger she had felt when he had owned her. “Make me yours again, Master. Make me your slut. . .your whore. . .your cunt.”

Her eyes were full of the lusty gaze that she would have recognized if she’d only tried to see through the hatred that had consumed her for so long. Now, she knew it existed and she needed her Master to feed her.

 

[BLACK BART]

“Make me yours again, Master. Make me your slut. . .your whore. . .your cunt.”

"You always were, from the.... first..... day..... we..... met"

Gripping Cerise's hair Tabor slammed his cock deep into her wet sex, his eyes feasting on her body as she hung over the rail and into thin air. Her breasts swayed lewdly with each wicked thrust, as her face twisted into an erotic and beautiful mask that begged with full lips for more.

"Only now you admit it"

Bending to those breasts his muscles swelled as he bit each nipple, Cerise's cry of mixed pain and pleasure echoing through the nights air as he tugged on them before releasing them.... and pulling her up and onto his thighs so she faced him and slid deeper onto his cock.

"I want you Cerise. Want you in every position and every way, but I don't want you broken or hating me for doing what I had to do...I want to take you to the clinic, get you straight...and then take you to my home where you will belong to me..."

Tabor confessed even as his cock moved in and out of Cerise, her eyes open and studying his as whimpers and moans escaped her throat, and he kissed her lips crushing them as his tongue moved deep into her own mouth.

"When that happens...when you're straight and no longer hooked on booze or pills, then ask me to be your Master and lover Cerise...."

The world spun then...flip flopped over and back...as Tabor finally admitted how he felt to a Lady he thought he could never touch, and had almost destroyed when he did...and his body found it's release...filling her womb with his lust...and his seed.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise shuddered against him. The feel of his seed pouring into her, had finally been the releasing factor to her climax. “Tabor. . .” she screamed as her come flowed free, covering him in a sheen of hot liquid satin. She purred against his neck, sucked on his flesh, then moved to nip his skin. “I don’t want to go,” she told him. “I want to stay with you.”

He kissed her lips, carrying her to the bed, where he laid her down and then covered her with his strong body. “You have to do this. You’ve gotten yourself hooked on pills and alcohol. I want the woman you were before. I want the woman you are now. I don’t want the pills. I don’t want the alcohol.”

Cerise sighed, her fingers moved over his face and down his neck to rest on his shoulders. “You’ll be there. . .when I get out?” she asked.

The next few hours Tabor showed Cerise the only way he knew how . . .that he would indeed be there when she was finished with her sentence.

 

[BLACK BART]

This concludes the first chapter of a thread I found personally arousing.

I want to thank Red, for writing it with me... making it such an arousing and touching peice, as well as allowing me the leeway to fulfill me endless perversions

It seems she's as insatiable as I am ...and has granted me the privilage to write with her again ...in the soon to come second chapter of Cerise and Tabor.

Thank You Red , for everything

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

It was my pleasure.