<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Having a better time then expected<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/>In a short stretch of time, Sara had several long held suspicions about her sexual inclinations confirmed with resounding certainty. Though inexperienced for a woman of her age, she was far form innocent, having been exposed to enough sexual depravity to make Ted Bundy blush. While rape remained as nauseating as the first time she'd witnessed it on the day of her abduction some two years ago, a ravaging had burrowed in to her fantasies. On those long, cold, lonely nights where Devon's tracking missions had left her alone in his tent, her hands inevitably began to wander, and her mind to turn to being taken. In muffled desperation, she'd blurry her face in her pillow and paw at herself in a feverish course to relief. More often then not she'd begin with staring up into Giga's mask as he filled every inch of her, crushing her beneath his titan mass. Inevitably, however, Dom would encroach on her fantasies, despite her efforts to keep him at bay.<br/><br/>The foggy caricature of her imagination held nothing in comparison to the very real man of flesh and blood and his expert maneuvering between tantalizingly gentle and satisfyingly harsh touch. It was one thing to indulge in looking at him, it was another to feel him, to take in his scent. Even in the midst of this surreal haze, she knew she'd come to respond to both as she did the sight of him. A pang of guilt struck her as she wondered what Devon or Noah would think of her now in her mindless surrender. That shame was heightened as he palmed her chest to her shuddering bliss, that teasing hot jolt to her chest acting as a hardware to her abdominals, forcing her hips to jut forward and grind against him.<br/><br/>She looked down at the impossible sight of her breast in his hand, features full and flush, brow tented. Her arms had snaked across his shoulders for support - the last think she'd have ever imagined seeking from him.