To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19& Juggernaut)
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				Title: <strong>To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>17-05-2015, 18:04:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;Eyes opened, one a starting sky blue and the other, vibrant emerald green. As they adjusted to the dim light of early morning she sat up. Soft Amber curls,&nbsp; slid over&nbsp; the sheets and rose with her wisping over the bare skin of her back, falling just short of the soft outwardly rounding curve of her hips. Smooth legs detangled themselves from the sheets, strewn on the floor as she reached for the phone that buzzed violently against the soft new carpeting. Once the buzzing alarm stopped she turned to the man, stirring next to her and gave him a light shake. Too which he responded by turning over abruptly and grabbing her around the waist. Pulling her nude form against his with a laugh.<br><br>She returned the&nbsp; laughter with playful protest as he wished her a good morning and showered her with gentle kisses. They’d spent the&nbsp; night before making love on the bedroom floor of their new home. Today, their things would arrive, any minute now and&nbsp; the hired movers would set them up. But for now, there was the soft laughter as she sat atop her husband.<br><br>A year, they had only been married a year, but she was young, and&nbsp; had made him wait until she’d sold her first painting. <br><br>After her first there was a slew of others&nbsp; and then she hit a block. The dealer, or Handler, as she preferred to call the bossy woman who was always on her to case to paint more, to paint faster. Agreed that&nbsp; perhaps some time to revel in the newlywed bliss of matrimony, perhaps then she would be inspired. Alas, several months had passed, and all she had to show for it was a self-portrait that lacked….Something. What though, she couldn’t quite figure out. <br><br>None the less she was happy with how things were progressing&nbsp; in her personal life so, she didn’t lament too much. Though somehow it felt like a part of her was fading. A good wife would share this with her husband, would let him know the silent struggle she was going though. Instead though she kept quiet and let her husband revel in his success. Ten years older then her, at 34. He was the junior&nbsp; partner in a very large local law firm, and had just recently received that promotion. Which was why they had been able to afford to turn this house, which had been a gift from her retiring parents, into their dream home.<br><br>Last night had been their first official night, and even though they had spent it on the floor. It had been wonderful.<br><br>“Get dressed. I’ve a surprise for you. “ She heared as he rolled her off of him and started dressing in the same clothes she had taken off of him the night before. She grinned shimming into her simple black panties and stealing his shirt to cover up the&nbsp; rest of her. <br><br>Five bedrooms, their master, and a guest room, as well as his office and room to grow.&nbsp; She grinned as she thought of the family they&nbsp; intended&nbsp; to fill&nbsp; the home with.<br><br>“Garrett,&nbsp; I can’t walk down stairs with you covering my eyes!” She laughed as she&nbsp; tried to peek through his fingers. “ Come on!” <br><br>He chuckled at her as they clumsily moved through the house and when he stopped, lifting his hands off her eyes&nbsp; she opened them, and looked around in awe. The back room,&nbsp; through a pair of lovely&nbsp; French doors, a new addition to the house, that sat right at the apex of the waterfall feature portion of the pool was turned into a studio, empty canvas cloth and&nbsp; sizing materials&nbsp; in one corner, a large easel and stool set up right next to the window, all her paints and brushes, sketching supplies, even a microwave and mini fridge. She looked out at the view,&nbsp; the large&nbsp; windows that had replaced the entire wall of the room looked out on a lovely landscape&nbsp; that was their backyard pool, garden and patio. The small space was artfully designed, even though small, why she could even see into the back window of their new neighbors home. Thinking that she may have spotted someone there, in their own window, she waved before turning to Garrett. Hugging him.<br><br>“ You really are the best&nbsp; Mr. Knight.” He laughed at her and kissed her forehead.<br><br>“ Not so bad yourself Mrs. Knight, now lets get you into some proper clothes so we can help those movers, don’t need the whole neighborhood gawking at you while we are moving boxes.” She laughed and agreed,&nbsp; as she wandered back to the bed room to find her bag.<br><br><br>Thanks to the help of the movers, it was&nbsp; just two days until they were all settled, and Garrett had gone back to work, she’d rose with him early and had gone for a swim. It was just after noon when she finally sat down to work in her new studio. Her hair a mess, half-hazarly tied out of her face. A ringlet here and there, tumbling about her face as they escaped their binds. A sari wrapped about her waist as she leaned&nbsp; towards the canvas. Brush in hand she grimaced. Nothing coming to her, as she sat back&nbsp; and eyed the painting, still not sure what it was missing as she&nbsp; lifted the photo she had Garrett take of her for reference, They matched, wonderfully, and her own style suited her form perfectly. But there was something missing , something that&nbsp; just wasn’t&nbsp; coming through…<br><br>Frustrated as the day wore on, and all she accomplished was adding a little pigment too the skin. Then she got the call.<br>She’d been ready for this, it was, just part of the job…. He wasn’t coming home. Accidentally smearing paint on her&nbsp; cheek as she&nbsp; eyed the portrait for a moment. Then in frustration she swiped her thumb across the face smearing it as she&nbsp; threw her palate down. She needed a drink, and the leftover wine&nbsp; from their romantic first night. Was just the cure for her ails.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spot Check Billy</strong> on <strong>19-05-2015, 21:18:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean was beside himself when Mrs. Walker put the place up for sale.&nbsp; She was good salt of the earth people in his eyes.&nbsp; Ida Walker was the last of her generation and the Walker line.&nbsp; At one time Ida’s house was part of the larger Walker estate.&nbsp; In fact, Sean and Emily bought the main house for a song.&nbsp; It was due to be torn down but Sean immediately fell in love with the place especially the turret.&nbsp; He sunk every penny of his first book advance into making the house livable again.&nbsp; </span><br>(http://berkeleyheritage.com/berkeley_landmarks/images/boudrow/boudrow_turret.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Since then then the local kids have been calling the place Hogwarts which was fine by Sean.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The turret of course was his domain; his bastion.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sean immediately claims it as his own, his man cave.&nbsp; Anna was more than happy since the house was already too big as it was.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The Walker estate back in the day was close to 100 acres overlooking Walker Lake.&nbsp; It only made sense since in their heyday the Walker household were railroad magnates in an era where the country was expanding.&nbsp; Over the years three separate wars took all three of the sons.&nbsp; Once Ida Walker had crossed over the family name died with her.&nbsp; The town grew and now the estate and the lake were prime marketable property.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">All that remained of the original estate was Sean’s house and Mrs. Walkers place that her brother had built for her way back when.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">What was odd was how the back side of the two properties butted up to each other.&nbsp; Back in the day Mrs. Walker being a spinster wanted her house close to her brothers and so it was.&nbsp; Since then the developers managed to buy up all the remaining property and turned it all into a gated community; one of the covenants was the restriction on fences as there were none.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean watched as the house behind him was essentially torn down to its original beams and rebuilt to three times its original size.&nbsp; Whoever was bankrolling the project evidently had deep pockets.&nbsp; That was before the pool and the water fall? but what really piqued his interest was the studio or was it a solarium? that was being built such a short distance away from his own perch.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was early summer now, the school year had just ended, Anna had an opportunity to do some study abroad before the next school year so she left Sean and Max; their young Chocolate Lab and took off to Salzburg for the summer.&nbsp; Beside it gave Sean a chance to weigh in on his novel.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">What Sean wanted or at least intended was an erotic thriller with a BDSM overtone.&nbsp; The premise of the story was based on a young woman from somewhere in the mid-west.&nbsp; She would be a wallflower by all accounts, she graduates from college and accepts a teaching position at a private school....</span><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">At some point she become obsessed with the movie 50 shades of Grey and decides to give herself an alter ego.&nbsp; So by day the timid schoolteacher, by night?? There is where the story foundered horribly.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean had sketched out a storyline but it seemed his curiosity about the house next door had drained his muse until he felt completely stymied.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">By now the house construction behind the turret was done, the pool was filled, the final yard work was completed and then nothing?&nbsp; The place stood empty for almost a week.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Until last night.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was late in the evening Sean had just come back from talking Max on their nightly stroll.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He sees lights in the house behind him, someone was there.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Two days later, he been gone for most of the day, he takes Max for a walk before returning to the ornate curved desk that was specially designed for the space it occupied on the bottom floor of the turret which was his writing room.&nbsp; Sean powers up his computer and eases down in his chair.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It takes a minute but a movement in the windowed room opposite catches his attention.&nbsp; He could see her so clearly, was it a brightly colored sari she was wearing?&nbsp; God she was beautiful!!!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He sits there a moment transfixed, watching her every move.&nbsp; So she was the artist? and so was this her studio?!&nbsp; Sean leans back in his chair and logs into his computer pretending he’s not interested but he feels compelled to look, just in time to see her throw her palette halfway across the glass enclosure and storm out of the room.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean looks down at the blank screen that simply stares back at him.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Only his thoughts are consumed by the image of the strange woman less than fifty feet away.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“This is so very weird” he thinks to himself rolling the chair from the desk.&nbsp; He closes his eyes and runs his hands through his hair.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“OK This is so fucking weird” he mutters out loud realizing the situation for what it was.&nbsp; Sean looks over at Max curled up on the floor who thinks he’s being talked to so he looks up with soulful eyes and slowly wags his tail.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I was here first Max.&nbsp; I got squatters rights dammit !!! how dare some ravishing beauty invade my private space !!” he knew to keep his tone level otherwise the poor lab would think he’s in trouble.&nbsp; Max just tilts his head and does his best RCA dog look.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean could only smile</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Yeah what you said eh buddy? I feel like a fricking perv Max.&nbsp; Momma’s gone and daddy’s all alone with some hot cutie less than fifty feet away…Hell I’m already gawking at her like a dirty old man.&nbsp; Well my friend that just won’t do now will it?”</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean looks over at the empty studio.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“We’ll just have to introduce ourselves now don’t we? I got a bottle of Champagne from the last book signing somewhere for a house warming gift,&nbsp; &nbsp;but our lady in the fish bowl needs to know that danger lurks in the dark, deadly and mysterious tower of Hogwarts&nbsp; MMWWHAAHA” he adds lowering his voice only Max thinks it’s play time so he springs to his feet and barks.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean felt a bit shy about walking across the back yard so with Max in tow he takes the long way around clutching a bottle of what he thinks is expensive champagne and rings the doorbell of his new neighbor.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He knew he hadn’t put his best foot forward in terms of primping for first impressions, essentially he was the WYSIWYG type.&nbsp; Worn jeans, an old T shirt, sneakers that that had seen better days. In fact he hadn’t shaved either, it was kind of his grungy Sunday look when Anna was around.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>29-05-2015, 03:15:50</strong>
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				<br>She twirled the glass idly in her hand as she watched the light pink, almost peachy liquid swirl around, a sweet strawberry wine, that her husband was fond of, with tones of plum and pear that caused her back teeth to scream in agony. It was terrible. Sickly sweet in a way that almost made her want to retch.<br><br>Her husband had always liked the extravagance, sweet and savory, where she had always gravitated towards the much blander tones of the palate. What she wouldn’t give for a warm cup of sake or even a nice imported beer. While her husband enjoyed those drinks as well, his dirty secret was enjoying a cream liquor, ice or sweet wines. Still, two glasses in she was starting to care less about the taste.&nbsp; Though as she brought the glass to her lips, the pink tinged liquid barely staining her lip&nbsp; she scowled at the liquid that sloshed towards her. Then as if by the will of someone greater then she ,the doorbell rang. <br>She took her time, like with everything else she did. No one could rush her along except for herself. Placing the wineglass in the dishwasher and the&nbsp; almost empty bottle in the back of the fridge. Bare feet slid over the Calamander floors&nbsp; in long languid steps the sari billowing about her legs.&nbsp; A viridian and cerulean eye peered briefly through&nbsp; the small circular fogged window in the center of the deep red door. If she was a more modest woman, perhaps she would have considered&nbsp; putting something a little less revealing&nbsp; over what she was wearing. As it was the simple black two piece covered all the necessaries,&nbsp; two soft&nbsp; matte black triangles lifted and pushed her breasts together ever so slightly,&nbsp; the black braided cord that held the scraps of fabric together ,tied at the nape of her neck and just under her shoulder blades. In bows that, with a well placed tug, would slide the those scraps of fabric off&nbsp; tumbling down the flat expanse of her stomach. The bright orange and blue gauzy material of the sari, did a better job at making the bottom half of the ensemble, a bit more modest.<br>Even still, the sun streaming in from the windows ensured that each soft curve of her body made itself known, especially as she moved and the&nbsp; material shifted in the suns glittering glow. <br><br>“Hello?” She asked with a soft ,albeit questioning grin that had her head cocked slightly to the left. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Let alone a dog.&nbsp; As she listened to his explanation she grinned,&nbsp; crouching down to her knees on the floor, reaching out towards the gorgeous chocolate lab. “ Well, I think I’ll have to invite&nbsp; you in for a drink it seems, I’m a sucker for a dark and handsome man.” Watching the man from the corner of her lovely eyes, what an interesting subject he would make should she potentially get the chance.<br>&nbsp;As she stood&nbsp; her mismatched eyes discreetly&nbsp; trailed the length of his form as she&nbsp; added. “ I guess you can play chaperone .”&nbsp; With that the amber haired woman turned. Wandering down a hall lined with the occasional photo hung between painting after painting. Her newer works, the ones that showed her blossoming as an artist. Ones that Garrett seemed to love, he’d had them framed, as a wedding present, on the wall, accompanying the paintings there&nbsp; was evidence of her own gift to her husband. A tasteful but riske photo of her&nbsp; topless, arms crossed over her chest wearing her wedding viel. The image&nbsp; was the only one that was appropriate enough for&nbsp; display that the entire shoot had produced, the others had been&nbsp; put together in a mock magazine meant for him to&nbsp; enjoy on his own. <br><br>Those photos had been difficult and thrilling for her at the same time. She had felt odd while the photographer was taking them but when she’d seen her husband’s reaction too them, she’d felt powerful in a way she hadn’t before. Though when asked she just blushed prettily and muttered about how embarrassing it all was, and how she’d asked Garrett not to display them.<br>Fetching glasses and an opener for the beverage he had brought.” It’s Erika by the way. Erika Knight.” Realizing she’d forgotten to do so while inviting the man and his dog inside.&nbsp; She handed the opener too him as she watched his pet explore the home. <br><br>“ Your home is the one with the tower isn’t it?” She asked with a soft smile as she settled in a barstool next to the counter. Crossing one smooth leg over the other as she made light conversation, hiding a knowing grin as the man who was now her only company, watched her intently. A few neighbors had stopped by while they were unpacking , to say hello and introduced themselves.&nbsp; Because of the neighborhood, all of them were married or with partners and children. So the fact that someone was stopping by alone, made for an interesting change of pace. Her eyes. Observant though startlingly strange. Noted he was married though, or at least so recently separated that he hadn’t removed the ring.<br><br>Her own rings glittered on her finger, the gold band matching the engagement ring on the same finger. She was such a newly wed, that she was afraid to take it off.&nbsp; She’d even managed to splatter paint on it, even now. That coupled with the paint on her face, and hand&nbsp; probably made her quite the sight. She was wonderfully oblivious too it though, just like she was too the slight blur around the edges of her vision caused by her quickly consumed previous drinks. She was a lightweight of sorts.<br><br>“It’s a beautiful home.” She muttered softly. Confident she had a good eye for beauty.&nbsp; She liked older homes for the history they held.&nbsp; “ I’d enjoy capturing it in one of my paintings, I’ve an excellent&nbsp; view of the tower from my studio. Though, I’ve never really excelled at landscapes…”<br><br>They didn’t change enough to warrant capturing.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Spot Check Billy</strong> on <strong>31-05-2015, 19:57:00</strong>
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				Sean wasn’t exactly sure of what to say in fact he was feeling a tad bit overwhelmed, but in a good way. <br><br>He listens intently as the alluring beauty talks, the problem was that he was having a helluva time keeping his eyes on her face instead of travelling the length of her body like he was when he followed her out of the foyer.&nbsp; There was a pronounced sway in her hips, “how incredibly sensual” he thought excitedly.<br><br>She leads him to the kitchen counter producing two fine stemmed champagne glasses.&nbsp; Sean fumbles around a bit before he manage to uncork the champagne.&nbsp; He was feeling a bit sheepish about drinking at this hour of the day but felt compelled because Erika seemed to want to?<br><br>He pours two glasses and presents one to her.<br><br>He takes his and lifts it up clinking against hers as was his habit.<br><br>“To good neighbors” he says with a smile suddenly realizing her eyes were two different colors?<br><br>“Your art is very good” he mentions setting his glass down.&nbsp; “Me… I’m a writer…. in fact I’ve just had my first book published and now flush with mediocre sales, my wife now has gone aboard for overseas study so I can have some quote alone time for my next endeavor”&nbsp; <br><br>Sean wasn’t sure if what he wanted to say would might fall into the TMI category but then he thinks of her tossing her palette earlier that morning he continues.&nbsp; <br><br>“It’s the story of a young Midwestern girl, by the name of Melody Walker who finds she has a dark side …”Sean hesitates gauging Erika’s face for any reaction.<br><br>“Only she embraces it and allows it to totally consume her”&nbsp; Sean had to wonder if the beauty in the Sari next to him could pick up on any of the nuances of what he was implying sometimes he was too vague even for his own good.<br><br>“The problem is I can’t envision her like I want but now…no inspiration.”&nbsp; <br><br>There he said it out loud he just admitted to a total he was stuck.<br><br>Suddenly his mind was awhirl.&nbsp; Erika was older than the character he had in mind but what if he fast forwarded the story?&nbsp; Years later perhaps?<br>Melody could be??? His mind is blank for a split second.<br><br>“An artist!!?”&nbsp; he thinks excitedly<br><br>Sean smiles at Erika only she wasn’t Erika now, but Melody Walker.&nbsp; A noted artist for dark fantasy painting almost like a Frazetta<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://frankfrazetta.org/images/f42.jpg)</div></div><br><br>Sitting in a bikini top and a Sari in front of her canvas tapping her muse which was nothing more than remembering her past.&nbsp; Most people might write an autobiography but Melody relived her former life through her paintings.&nbsp; Suddenly he couldn’t wait to get back to the turret.<br><br>Sean reaches for his glass.&nbsp; “I think you are going to be an epiphany for me Erika Knight” <br><br>&nbsp;Max had since wandered back into the room and oddly enough curled up next to Ericka’s feet.<br><br>The simple act wasn’t lost on Sean though...<br><br>“Now that’s interesting Max doesn’t normally take to strangers so quickly”&nbsp; There was almost a hint of jealousy in his voice as if to say “Dude you and I are buds so what up with hanging with the chick? But then Sean couldn’t blame Max for a second, he was doing what Sean wished he could do.<br><br>“You’ve crafted a wonderful space here.” He continues looking around the open room.<br><br>“So much light” Sean grabs his glass and brings it to his lips.<br><br>He points to one of the bottom floor window in the turret.<br><br>“The bottom window the middle of the turret is my space.&nbsp; The reason our homes are so close was that Ida wanted to be near her brother.&nbsp; The developers couldn’t readjust the property lines so here were are….So think you’ll be comfortable being in a fishbowl? I know it’s awkward being so close which is kinda why I came to say Hi.&nbsp; I’d rather you know the unseen person leering at your through the window as I was this morning…Apologies for that actually.“ <br><br>“Dude now that was really weird” Sean frowns thinking it to himself but it was the truth why not call it for what was?”<br><br>“The good side is that if you folks are gone for any amount of time someone has got eyes on the place”&nbsp; The irony of his words made him laugh which helped ease some of his own awkwardness as he loved to be a bit self-deprecating.&nbsp; Anna loved his sense of self humility but the publishers had a different take on it.&nbsp; Thank God he wasn’t in the public eye he’d make a shitty Rock Star since he wasn’t high on himself.<br><br>Sean empties his glass and pushes it aside.&nbsp; &nbsp;He goes to refill hers.&nbsp; “I’m done but there’s more than enough left over for you and your husband.&nbsp; “<br><br>The truth of it he was actually keen at sitting down at his computer...<br>&nbsp;<br>“Oh BTW the way” Sean fishes out his cell and opens it up, Uh can we exchange numbers? Some times Max likes to go on his walkabouts without his chaperone and now that he seems to have taken a fancy to you?&nbsp; I got to admit the man has an eye for fine women”<br><br>“Did I just say that out loud?” He grimaces once with a pained expression<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 08:20:49</strong>
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				Erika grinned as the man spoke, so his wife wasn’t home?&nbsp; This explained why he was alone, save for his furred companion.&nbsp; She drank the champagne, much faster then one normally did with the&nbsp; bubbly sipping drink, but not too fast. She’d had all the proper education growing up, which included the ‘decorum’ that was&nbsp; a debutant season, teaching her all the intricacies of&nbsp; ‘proper lady like behavior.’ Some of it stuck, at least enough to know that it wasn’t proper to let company know you were looking to get plastered.<br><br>And then&nbsp; as he was leaving he mentioned her sharing the rest of the bottle with her husband. She could have told him she’d be drinking alone tonight, but instead she stayed quiet&nbsp; gently reaching for his phone, and entering in her information before handing it back to him.<br><br>“ He just wants to horn in on our alone time Max.” She&nbsp; said with a laugh as she&nbsp; bent to&nbsp; give the&nbsp; animal a few more pets. Bidding Sean goodbye, her bare feet slid&nbsp; over the floors once more and she set about cleaning up the mess she had made, as she wiped the paint from the glass she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Laughing out loud&nbsp; she finished what&nbsp; she was doing.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a few days later, inspiration hit her, while she had wandered out to check the mail. One of Garret’s shirts slung over another swimsuit and a pair of short denim shorts, hiding&nbsp; her smooth lightly tanned skin&nbsp; as she sorted through bills hoping, slowly meandering back to the house. It was the smallest thing, but it&nbsp; caused her to rush back inside. Dropping the mail on the counter, she skidded into her studio. She was in there for hours. So focused that she didn’t&nbsp; notice&nbsp; when her husband came home, when he set take out Chinese on a nearby table. It was well into the early hours of the morning when she finally put her brush down.<br><br>She grinned at the painting she’d finished,&nbsp; a likeness of Max basking in the sun&nbsp; just outside of the turret. It wasn’t quite what she was used to painting, but it was so much more alive. As she&nbsp; stepped back she noticed the&nbsp; food, grinning at the little note and the lopsided little heart next to it she&nbsp; picked at the cold food. <br><br>&nbsp;It was a few days more, when she was painting an image of a young couple, she’d spotted canoodling in the park, inspiration had hit her in the middle of the night, soon after she and Garret had made love. She could still feel him, sticky on her thighs as&nbsp; her brush swept across the canvas. A slimming black nightgown of lace and silk, covering her otherwise nude form, and even then, not well, the neckline swept low and the hem had been pushed up slightly&nbsp; as she listed her right leg, the leg closest to the window bracing it against the easel. Garret was already dressed when he came over to kiss her goodbye. The hand without her brush tugged his tie and she deepened the kiss. Moments later&nbsp; brushed and paints were being knocked to the side, her easel was pushed back several feet and her back was pressed against the window while her husbands gentle kisses assaulted her neck.<br>It was still early morning and he’d never risk being late for work, so even though the lovemaking was passionate and impulsive. It ended much too soon. When she settled down to paint again, after showering and cleaning up, all inspiration had left her. <br><br>Frustrated again, she decided on a run. Lacing up her shoes and giving the painting one last look, she left at a sprit.<br><br>The air was crisp as it rushed past her, she could hear it moving even through the&nbsp; buds in her ear blasting the country music that her husband found so strange. It slid over her hair, drawn back tight into a high pony tail and felt nice against the sun warmed skin of her arms and legs. She kept moving, faster, and faster while she thought, annoyed with her husbands disinterest in her relationship. She was understanding. His career was important, but she missed the passion that had begun their relationship. Missed the days where, like this morning, he’d be so overwhelmed with the sight of her, or the taste of&nbsp; her that he would take her where they stood. Where unlike this morning, the whole day would be spent, with the two of them finding new ways to use each and every surface that surrounded them.<br><br>&nbsp;As she&nbsp; passed her neighbors home she grinned and continued her run, maybe an excuse to visit her newfound furry friend would take her mind off things.<br><br><br>&nbsp;Cookies, not exactly homemade, but about as homemade as they got from the tube and she was moving across the yard. Spotting the man through the window , at his desk she tapped gingerly, and without saying a word moved to the back door.<br><br>“ I found myself…Uninspired, so&nbsp; I made cookies, thought they’d be a good enough excuse to visit Max, and his handsome owner that is.” She smiled, mismatched eyes littering with mischief as she stood there offering the plate.<br>She was dressed modestly, at least, more so then the last time they met, in her jogging outfit, a soft pair of shorts and a plain white t shirt, both fit snugly, in fact the t shirt was a bit small, with an off the shoulder neckline that made it comfortable to move around in. She was wearing a bright pink sports bra underneath and the straps&nbsp; peaked out from the shoulders. As soon as the&nbsp; plate left her hands she bent to lavish the furry animal with generous pets.&nbsp; A smile on her face. Perhaps she should get a dog? Something to keep her company&nbsp; when Garret was gone for days at a time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spot Check Billy</strong> on <strong>07-06-2015, 20:33:26</strong>
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				As soon as the pair step outside of the house Sean senses his world had suddenly been turned upside down.&nbsp; <br><br>“Damn Max we have a real hottie for a backdoor neighbor” Max just looks up at him and wags his tail<br><br>As soon as he got back to the turret he started writing.&nbsp; Later that evening when the lights across the way had gone dark for the night, Sean had crafted a back story.&nbsp; He takes&nbsp; Max outside for one last walk before turning in.&nbsp; The moon was full and off in the distance he could hear the bullfrogs serenading down by the lake.&nbsp; The dew in the grass was coming up so his tennis shoes were fairly soaked when the two stepped back into the house an hour later.&nbsp; &nbsp; The sun was just peeking over horizon casting its first rays on the windows of the empty studio across the yard when Sean powers up his computer once more.&nbsp; He had changed his mind about the kind of artwork Melody was dabbling in.&nbsp; <br><br>A flash of movement across the way catches his eye.&nbsp; It was her only in something very wispy he thinks.&nbsp; She doesn’t bother to turn on the lights nor did she need too.&nbsp; The sun was just at the right angle.&nbsp; God she was gorgeous!&nbsp; <br><br>Not long after she took her place at the easel, lifting one leg to prop herself allowing the fabric to slide back almost to her waist revealing a muscled thigh, a handsome man wearing a tie enters the studio.&nbsp; Sean had to imagine it was her husband but what if it was a lover?<br><br>They embrace rather passionately.&nbsp; <br><br>“Dammit” he mutters in utter frustration finding his cock starting to thicken.&nbsp; He had half a mind to stroke it but decided to let that energy fester and build instead.&nbsp; <br>No sooner had it started than suddenly…Something in the room made him look down and when he turns his attention back to the couple in the window, they were gone, the room was empty?!!.&nbsp; Perhaps he was ravaging her elsewhere in the house?<br><br>The next day Sean Goggles her for pictures.&nbsp; Lo and behold images of the beauty from across the backyard in various erotic poses, fill up his computer screen.&nbsp; It seemed his backyard neighbor was a bit of an exhibitionist? but in a sensual way.&nbsp; Sean wondered if perhaps the lady in the window had a previous life before her marriage?&nbsp; It made sense really, just like Melody had.&nbsp; He thought about texting her but for what purpose?&nbsp; Well other than wanting to somehow stay connected.<br><br>Sean leans back in his chair and imagines that if Erika were to illustrate her darker thoughts…What would they look like?&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps something simple, black and white etchings that were almost zen like for their simplicity and eroticism came to mind.&nbsp; <br>Then it hits him&nbsp; <br><br>“Meobuis..The Airtight Garage of course!!”<br><br>This time it wasn’t Frazetta he was searching for but Moebius, or more precisely Jean Henri Gaston Giraud whose penname was Moebuis, the genius behind the Air Tight Garage of Jerry Cornelius a graphic novel he had read at least a hundred times when he was in college.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Sean quickly found what he was looking for, he downloads the most striking images and takes them to his publisher and gets them blown up to poster size.&nbsp; <br>Later that day he starts to pin them up above the windows in the turret.&nbsp; A visual reminder of the energies that Melody flowed from her mind onto her canvas when the muse was upon her.<br><br>The room is soon filled with a collage of Black and White poster sized inks centrally arranged around a picture of his neighbor on a tropical beach.&nbsp; She was naked save the grass skirt she wore and flowered leis casually draped over her tanned breasts.<br><br>(https://41.media.tumblr.com/1dd0c867e3532265d617ca7942787b13/tumblr_nldek1KcnJ1uqy8bso5_1280.jpg)<br><br>Next to her was the only colored ink in the room.&nbsp; A sultry woman with freckles and full lips holding a pipe a clay tobacco pipe.&nbsp; It was Melody or at least how Sean had envisioned her.<br><br>(https://franspopart.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/mil4.jpg)<br>Erika on the left, her alter ego on the right….<br><br>Next to them a collage of erotic ink drawings that ringed the room.&nbsp; It was a shrine of sorts.&nbsp; He’d have to take it all down when Anna got home but that wasn’t going to be anytime soon.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://stimuli.ca/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/8-s.png)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/aa/5c/f3/aa5cf31b6ac44e54f34903b4363daa07.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/cb66a775388629e29f8a0bf26ef977e2/tumblr_mq5uwnsifc1qcczv0o1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B9VRWXuIEAA3am4.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.timeless-shop.com/im/articles/griffeange1.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://seantcollins.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/tumblr_m0oykxSrty1qhsqm1o1_500.jpeg)</div></div><br>Sean had just come back from the kitchen and was taking his place behind the computer once more so he didn’t see the approaching figure carrying a plate of cookies until the gentle tap on the window.&nbsp; At first he wasn’t sure but the rapid thumping of Max’s tail confirmed the identity of his guest who was now at the door that led into his space. <br>&nbsp;<br>Then the realization hits him, she was going to see everything!! <br><br>“DAMMIT!! he mutters looking around the room shaking his head.&nbsp; Sean wasn't sure how this was going to go over. Paddling off to answer the door.&nbsp; Today he is wearing his normal attire, just jeans and a worn t shirt only he’s barefoot, not unlike the first time he met her, at least he was consistent.<br><br>Sean opens the door with a bemused smirk on his face.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well now the Max what have we here??? our Lady of the lake has come bearing gifts”&nbsp; He quips taking the plate from her hands.&nbsp; “I guess we’ll just have to eat these now won’t we? but first the house rules.&nbsp; Pretty ladies with plates of cookies are to be revered and placed on pedestals to be admired…They must be pampered meaning they cannot feed themselves even if the delicacies are cookies right Max” <br><br>Sean had absolutely no clue of what the hell he was doing only that he was inspired by the pretty lady standing in his doorway, enough to make him momentarily forget about the things displayed which spoke volumes if one took the time to listen.<br><br>“What do you say Max he says reaching for her arm leading her into the house”<br><br>“Milk and cookies right?”&nbsp; <br><br>“Please you are going indulge yes?” Sean says suddenly looking back at stopping midstride because Erika had stopped.&nbsp; Only Erika wasn’t looking at him but at her own picture center stage just above the widow in front of his desk.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Ahh I guess I better explain” he adds feeling like the time his mom had caught reading a Playboy Magazine a bazillion years ago.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>17-06-2015, 06:50:29</strong>
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				“ Shh.” She pressed her finger to his lips&nbsp; meeting his confused gaze with a soft smile before turning her attention to what he was trying to explain. The cerulean eye and it’s emerald companion carrying a gaze of artistic appreciation for the photo’s he had plastered the room with.&nbsp; &nbsp;She lifted a hand to push a&nbsp; few stray strands&nbsp; of hair behind her ear, not saying a word as she approached the photos.&nbsp; In their accompaniment she finally got an idea of what a spectacular view he had of her studio. She&nbsp; could compare it to&nbsp; that of an animal at the zoo.<br>In silence&nbsp; she turned to look at him, her lips, curved in a soft smile, eyes glistening with mirth.<br><br>“I think I should like to read this book of your’s when it’s finished.” It was true. She’d never been much of one for books, a waste of time, even much of her childhood had been spent with her art. Her husband was the bookish one, if law books counted for anything. Even well into his career, it wasn’t strange for him to bring one to bed. She waited for him to relax as she&nbsp; clasped her hands behind her back, eyes glancing about the home. Nosey&nbsp; as her eyes look in the contrasting textures and&nbsp; colors&nbsp; that came second hand to an old place like this. <br><br>Her imagination ran wild, after seeing the pictures and taking in the age of this place, suddenly she knew how to fix her painting. The excitement of that realization was clear as day on her features, but she ignored it.<br><br>“ I’m new to this whole wife thing. However, I don’t imagine yours will be to pleased to see those images, when she returns, if she returns… I don’t recall you saying when she’d be back.” Prying she knew but as she followed him, and max into the kitchen and knelt on the floor to lavish the furred beast with pets and affection, she didn’t much care. <br><br>&nbsp;“ I made Max the subject of one of my paintings. I hope you don’t mind, I hope he doesn’t” She finished with a laugh as she rose from the floor , brushing her knees of as she did so. Even the kitchen, though outfitted with newer appliances, looked ancient, her creative mind could imagine what it must have looked like decades ago. <br><br>“ Your home is beautiful. Your workspace as well. I can see you’ve found some inspiration.” Realization hitting her like a door to the face. “ Oh! I wasn’t interrupting was I?” She hated being pulled away from her work and could imagine that the man before her may feel the same.&nbsp; She stole one of the still warm baked treats from the plate. Completely ignoring his earlier statement about not being allowed to feed herself. “ I can always&nbsp; leave if that’s the case. I don’t like being bothered when I’m working so I know what a special nuisance I am if that’s the case.”<br><br>She took a bite of the cookie to find it didn’t taste half bad. Sure he’d tell her if he really wanted her to leave. Her eyes looking anywhere but at the man she spoke with. <br><br>“ If you weren’t busy. I’d love a tour of this spectacular place?” She was sure that the implied history of such an grand and ancient home would be enough to spark even further inspiration in her. She was careful turning her gaze to the&nbsp; man. Something about his&nbsp; wholesome laid back look was dangerous to her. Perhaps it was the way he looked at her. His gaze&nbsp; hungry, in a way she’d never caught a man looking at her. She brushed it off. She was just imagining things surely. The short romp this morning had left her wanting more and now she just felt vulnerable for no good reason. Like a&nbsp; chocolate without it’s wrapping.<br><br>&nbsp;She slid the cookie in&nbsp; her mouth again and bit down, pulling it away as she chewed the morsel in her mouth, her tongue darting out briefly to clear any stray crumbs from her lips. <br>His home suited him. She decided as she allowed her eyes to wander over him again. For the first time since he left her&nbsp; home. He certainly looked much more comfortable where&nbsp; he was then when he was in her own home. She didn’t blame him for that though, she wasn’t completely comfortable in any room of her new home save for her studio. Curious, as that room was the one the man before her could see into so well.<br><br>&nbsp;She shrugged her shoulders deciding that now wasn’t the time to dwell on that thought.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a while before she made her way home, having enjoyed his company, but her fingers itched to get back to her work and though she enjoyed his company, she enjoyed her work more. A shower, to wash the sweat from her run off of her&nbsp; and she appeared in her studio, long hair wet and dripping onto her skin as she painted shackles on her self portrait, the visage with eyes wide, mouth, curved up in a grin. Her self portrait was of a trapped woman, helpless, but begging her observer to come near.<br><br>&nbsp;As she finished, she noticed that the towel had fallen to where it had been tucked about her form, one corner folded over the top, bracing against her chest, to around her waist. With a grin she lifted&nbsp; it and wrapped it about herself again, leaving the room to find herself some clothes. The painting she had labored over for months. Finally ready.<br><br>She would call the art dealer she had kept waiting all that time, in the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spot Check Billy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 22:51:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sean could easily sense his neighbor’s apparent eagerness, the way her eyes flitted around each room while the two wandered somewhat lazily through the house.&nbsp; It seemed to him she was taking mental photographs of things that perhaps caught her fancy?, not unlike what he was already doing with her.&nbsp; He even took her up the attic where some of the original furnishing had been originally stored.&nbsp; Sean adamantly refused to throw anything away when they first bought the place, instead as monies became available it was used to restore many of the original pieces back to their original condition so that the house in some respect looked more like a living museum.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>It wasn’t until they were on another level of the turret that Sean had the presence of mind to reply on something she had commented on earlier.&nbsp; The space they were in now was one of his favorite haunts when he wasn’t at his keyboard on the floor below.&nbsp; The turret windows in this room had since been replaced with the original stained glass panels, which for whatever reason, had been removed years if not decades earlier.&nbsp; The bright vivid colors in the windows made him think back on the images in his space on the lower level right below them and that somehow that conversation got interrupted when Max suddenly decided to roll over and present his tummy of all things.<br>&nbsp;<br>(http://www.desdeandroid.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/beautiful-stained-glass-window-panels.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<br>Sean wasn’t clear on the reason or the inspiration on its design.&nbsp; In fact when he bought the place the panels had already been removed and were upstairs in the attic.&nbsp; It was an incredible find when he stumbled across them neatly stacked in a far corner, but sadly some of the glass had been damaged.&nbsp; It took almost a year to find an artisan willing and capable enough to make the necessary repairs.&nbsp; The only reason he knew where the panels originally belonged was from a singular grainy black and white photograph in a book at the county museum; that touched on the Walker Legacy.&nbsp; The picture had been taken from the lake looking back at the house not long after it had been built,.&nbsp; There on the third story of the turret were the stained glass panels.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Essentially I got less than three months”.&nbsp; Sean blurts somewhat matter of factly as they entered the room.<br>&nbsp;<br>“My wife isn’t due to return until the beginning of the next school year.”&nbsp; .&nbsp; &nbsp;“Truth be told, Max and I are essentially geographical bachelors. “ <br>&nbsp;<br>In the back of his mind he already had thought of dedicating the book to the alluring beauty simply because she was quickly becoming the inspiration for it, but that revelation could wait since he was still unsure of where all this was ultimately leading too...&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>He was finding that once again he couldn’t take his eyes off the Brown haired vixen.&nbsp; In an odd way he was imaging her like a siren perched on the rocks to lure unwary sailors to their untimely demise.&nbsp; Only the rock was her perch in her studio and he the wayward sailor.&nbsp; What really excited him was that his backdoor neighbor seemed to enjoy his traveling over and around her delicate frame . <br>&nbsp;<br>It was about an hour later that the pair watch her gracefully saunter back across the small batch of turf that divided the two properties. <br>&nbsp;<br>Not much longer Erika is back in her studio obviously more focused on the canvas in front of her than the towel wrapped around her that gradually begins to fall away . <br>&nbsp;<br>Sean had his first glimpse of her semi naked form. Erika might be new to the whole wife thing but she sure as hell was quite comfortable with her womanhood and especially her body. and now he was starting to have thoughts about her nude form and other indelicate pleasures the two of them might find agreeable in the presence of each other’s company.<br>&nbsp;<br>“OK” he thinks enough is enough”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Reaching for his phone, he texts her.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Dear Lady of the Lake thanks once more for the sumptuous delicacies you so graciously shared.&nbsp; Max has been asking me if maybe you’d e take him swimming in that dar cement pond of yourns sometime soon ?,&nbsp; &nbsp;Since he doesn’t have a bathing suit per say, he was wondering if maybe you were courageous enough to do it in the buff in the heat of the day”.&nbsp; He’s sorry he doesn’t have a cell so he asked me to ask. Besides I may have to chaperone&nbsp; <br>Cheers <br>S”
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>02-07-2015, 05:33:08</strong>
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				Painting after painting slipped from her brush, it was a week, she had all but locked herself in her studio and each painting was better then the last, her manager had arrived a day before and looked over all the work she had done, and had arranged a show for a weeks time. <br><br>This last piece, would be the showcase, a woman, made of stain-glass reaching out of the window, as her arms left the window, they became more and more human and embraced a man, who looked as if he was leaning gloomily into the window&nbsp; itself.<br>She'd been inspired for this piece after seeing Sean's house. Thinking of the man she set the work aside. It was ready to be framed anyways.&nbsp; Paint dirtied fingertips&nbsp; picked up her cellphone shakily. Her heart pounding oddly at the thought of seeing the man again.<br><br>A terrifying feeling, akin to what she had felt when she and Garret had started seeing each other, but different all together, because it held a tinge of fear.&nbsp; But fear of what? So she was attracted to the man, she was married and she would never....He was married as well, and though she'd never met the woman, she was certain that neither of them would betray thier partners. She looked at the message again with a wry grin. Well at least she thought she was certain. She sent a reply as she climbed the stairs and made her way to the shower, to wash three days worth of oil and pain from her body. Garret had left three days ago on a case that would take him away until right before her show and seeing as she didn't have to do much beyond take care of herself, she had neglected a few personal habits. Even now, she slowly peeled off a large dress shirt of her husbands and small black silk panties. The same outfit she had worn for two days strait.<br><br><br>&nbsp;The water was warm as it slid across her skin and she dragged her fingers through her hair, enjoying the comforting feeling of said water before&nbsp; beginning to wash herself. At some point, while smoothing soap covered hands across her body , they'd wandered.<br><br>Playing vigorously with sensitive flesh while her other hand&nbsp; braced against the tile of&nbsp; the shower, her body demanding more, and more, until eventually, growling in frustration she gave up. She just couldn't do it. She could push herself righ to the edge, she was skilled at doing just that, tetering herself over the edge of orgasm, but for some reason she couldn't do it. She couldn't give herself that relief.&nbsp; Pushing aside that frustration she&nbsp; finished her clensing rutine and as she wrapped herself in a soft towel and&nbsp; used a smaller one to&nbsp; towel dry her hair.<br><br>Wearing&nbsp; the same slinky black bikini she'd sported when they had first met, she made her way poolside, sending the reply she'd put off for her work for so long. <br><br><em>Fancy a swim?<br><br>E</em><br><br>&nbsp;Placing&nbsp; sunglasses on over her eyes and crossing one leg over the other as she lay back in a&nbsp; lounge chair she sighed and closed her strange mismatched eyes. Allowing the gentle warmth of the sun, to bask over her , warming her skin and lulling her into a soft slumber.<br><br>&nbsp;After a nap for a few moments she slid&nbsp; her feet over the side of the lounge and slowly sunk into the pool, the clear, cool water&nbsp; felt nice against her skin as she slid through it. Smiling when she saw the&nbsp; man and his canine approaching from under the waer, as she pushed herself up, breaking the liquids surface she&nbsp; lunged out of the water, dragging the man into the water. After she'd noticed him put the things he wouldn't want wet aside of course. Once the comotion of his sudden entrance of the pool was put to rest she swam just out of reach. <br><br>“ Sorry about that, out just looked a little warm.”<br><br>She blamed her inability to satisfy herself&nbsp; for the want to be closer to the man that was her company. She turned away from him, focusing her attention on his furry companion. Who seemed reluctant to get into the pool.<br><br>“What's wrong Max, not cold enough for you?” Her lovely curling hair floating about her in the water that came up to&nbsp; just above her bust line. Her feet working steadily back and forth to keep her afloat in the water.&nbsp; She leaned towards the dog and laughed as he bathed her wet hands in kisses that lapped up the pool water off her fingers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spot Check Billy</strong> on <strong>06-07-2015, 21:45:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;Much to his dismay the demurring beauty from across the backyard, hadn’t bothered to reply to his suggestive text.&nbsp; Now it had been a week.&nbsp; Sean was pretty much convinced that he had overstepped his bounds; in fact he was certain of it.&nbsp; He had this vision of her tromping across the back yard once Emily had returned, only she’d look utterly normal waving the cell phone around in the air.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her introduction would go something like:<br>“Hi you don’t know me, but did you know you’re husband’s a total perv?”&nbsp; Showing her what Sean had requested.<br>&nbsp;<br>A few days after he sent her the text, Erika reappears in her studio as she always did, only this time wearing one of her husband’s shirts&nbsp; and not much else.&nbsp; Sean stares at the enchantress in silence for a moment, wondering if the shirt was meant as some kind of sign?&nbsp; A subtle signal that she was spoken for? that by wearing her man’s clothes she was somehow&nbsp; transmitting a message that she had been claimed by another?…<br>&nbsp;<br>“Damn I suck at these games” Sean mutters under his breath, not sure as what to make of her appearance other than it aroused him like pretty much everything else she paraded around in, so in a way, signal or not, it really didn't matter evidently.&nbsp; <br>He turns to his furred companion<br>“Well Max who dares wins eh my friend?&nbsp; but evidently not always”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Up to now&nbsp; &nbsp;Miss Erika, as he came to call her, had inspired the first three chapters of his new novel outright.&nbsp; It wasn’t hard for him to write as the words just seemed to flow whenever his neighbor was about, but now he was about to write a very detailed and somewhat bizarre sex scene.&nbsp; The problem was that his writing technique was to graphically envision the sordid affair all in his head before his fingers actually touched the keyboard, only the lurid image of his heroine Melody&nbsp; who was about to indulge one of her more favorite fantasies with a group of very endowed men, was in fact, none other than Miss Erika, whom was at this very moment, less than fifty feet away from him, wearing nothing but a man’s dress shirt in overly windowed room filled with enough sunlight to illuminate even the slightest detail.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean dismissively shakes his head </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Dude I got too much nervous energy, when’s the last time we went for a jog eh?”</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Max raises his head his tail slapping the floor vigorously for that was one of those special words like “Food”&nbsp; “Car” “Walkies” “Swim” and his very most favorite word of them all.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Fetch”</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was still early enough in the day, a T shirt, Ipod, running shorts, water bottle, his cell and a dog leash were all that was needed.&nbsp; It was about three miles around the lake.&nbsp; Sean knew it well since he was no stranger to the route.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He was about a half mile from completing the circuit which would place the pair at the front of Miss Erika’s house when he feels his phone vibrate in his shorts pocket…</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean pulls the phone out and immediately recognizes the number</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“The Lady of the Lake “ had just summonsed him! </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Would she be in the buff?” he thinks excitedly&nbsp; but at the moment it didn’t matter as long as she wasn’t upset.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean leads Max around the back of her house, aware of a splashing sound just ahead.&nbsp; Miss Erika evidently had already taken the plunge.&nbsp; He walks over to the side of the pool instinctively setting his iPod and phone on a nearby table and steps right up to the Pool’s edge&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">As to what happened next he wasn’t quite sure other than he was suddenly in the water.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It seemed the Lady of the Lake had a mischievous side as well? </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Max seemed to have a sense that all was not entirely kosher as he remains at the pool’s edge whining because his Master went into the water instead of him.&nbsp; Something he never done before had never done before.&nbsp; &nbsp;Max starts to whine until the woman in the skimpy Black bikini swims over to him.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“C’mon Max you’ve been invited too “ Sean shouts out</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">That was all that was needed for the lab springs into the pool with a big splash paddling his way to his master only he suddenly turns direction and makes his way to the pretty lady in the black bikini instead.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Lucky dog” Sean thinks watching from the shallow end.&nbsp; Realizing he still had his running shoes on.&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>18-07-2015, 10:16:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;She watched as the man removed the clothing he didn't need in content silence as she ran her fingers slowly over the wet fur of the now very happy dog diving under the water, swimming slowly towards the&nbsp; man.&nbsp; Steady and languid as her slender legs kicked the water , she emerged closer to the man, but still a polite distance away. Her mismatched eyes watching him but at the same time, avoiding&nbsp; his gaze directly. <br><br>&nbsp;Luckily besides their two properties sharing an intimate view of each backyard, he neighbourhood was relatively private. If she were to cross over&nbsp; that invisible line of what was appropriate and what wasn't. No one would know.<br><br>“ I've been working a lot lately, I've show in a couple days, you could come if you like.” She felt nervous asking that, and a pretty blush&nbsp; spread over her cheeks. As she kicked forward, propelling her back against the concrete wall of the pool's edge. “ Though , unfortunately Max will have to stay home.” If it were up to her she would welcome the dog who&nbsp; was currently paddling his way to the pool's edge. She made a mental note to get some toys for him to play with the next time that was if, there was a next time.<br><br>“Of course Garret will be there, so you will finally get to meet my better half.” Her eyes glittered playfully&nbsp; as she swam forward quickly and&nbsp; placed her hands on the man's now bare shoulders, forcing him under the water before&nbsp; swimming away quickly&nbsp; to dodge&nbsp; any retaliation, laughing as&nbsp; she swam away and quickly climbed out of the&nbsp; pool,&nbsp; water sliding down over her skin in quick little droplets&nbsp; as she padded across the&nbsp; mosaic stone to the door. “ A drink?”&nbsp; She called as she slipped into the&nbsp; home, without even so much as waiting for a response. She poured two glasses of lemonade. Before returning to the backyard and settled&nbsp; on the edge of one of her lounges , one leg sliding slowly across the other as she offered the still pool bound man the second glass. <br><br>“ I'm sorry I don't have much more to offer, I haven't had a chance to&nbsp; go shopping, I tend to neglect things when I'm on a roll. Heck, most nights I can barely find time to sleep, I'm sure you've noticed that even dressing myself is a chore. So I’ve been living off&nbsp; coffee and the rare take out.”<br><br>She chuckled recalling that her husband had often commented on how he couldn't understand how she kept her figure. She set her drink down and eased herself so her feet were in the pool and she was seated at the edge. From the way that Sean looked at her, when he thought she wasn't looking, she would say that her figure was just fine. In fact, she could probably do with filling out a bit more.<br><br>~&nbsp; &nbsp;~&nbsp; &nbsp;~<br><br>The day of her show came quickly and she'd dressed in a deep grey&nbsp; backless, floor length dress, She'd&nbsp; pulled her curls back into a&nbsp; complicated mess that was&nbsp; likely held in place by one pin.&nbsp; Her manager had passed her around all the important people, as the unveiling. That would pull the&nbsp; white sheets away from the paintings , and Garrett still hadn't showed. She steeled herself&nbsp; quietly&nbsp; and swallowed a whole glass of champagne. It helped her grin as her name was called and she was brought forward to be introduced to the crowd.<br><br>“Artists don't really care if you like their work or not, because we don't&nbsp; do things for you, but for ourselves. Some artists have something important to say... I'm not really one of them, I paint, because i need to, that's why this collection has been&nbsp; entitled just that. So I don't care if you don't like my work, but buy all means, open up your pocketbooks if you do.”&nbsp; the crowd of people filling the gallery laughed as her Manager stepped up to speak and people readied to pull the sheets away from the paintings. <br><br>“ Lady's and Gentleman, Erika Knight's Need Collection.”<br><br>The sheets were pulled away and she used that moment to slip into a darkened and quiet hall, to call her husband.<br><br>“ What do you mean you aren't coming?” She&nbsp; asked as her husband&nbsp; explained his reasons on the other end of the phone. Tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “ I wanted you here tonight... To share in my success...” the tears built and threatened to fall as she&nbsp; refused to listen to any more and hung up on him. Her manager came to intercept her as she picked another glass of champagne from a passing tray. To inform her that the show had sold out. She smiled and them downed that glass as well. It was then that she spotted Sean and moved to&nbsp; take his arm.<br><br>“ It seems I broke my promise of introducing you to Garrett, He has more pressing matters this evening, I hope my sparkling companionship is enough? If not, there is plenty of drink to go around.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spot Check Billy</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 00:08:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sean had just stepped outside closing the door behind him.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was weird feeling clean shaven again and dressed up for the public eye …He starts to make his way to the car in the driveway when something floats down in front of him.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was a feather, a big one as feathers go</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“He leans over and picks it up looking skyward hoping to catch a glimpse of its donor but sees nothing.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean turns his attention back to the object he holds in his hand.&nbsp; Oh a whim he turns it on edge and runs it over the palm of his hand. </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Oh my what a delightful sensation” he thinks excitedly to himself.&nbsp; Sean tucks it into his suit pocket and continues on to the car.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There were allot of familiar faces at the gallery since it seemed folks who were into the arts were also into literature as well, although his current work might fall closer to erotic porn than anything else, actually Sean wasn’t one for pigeonholing genres.&nbsp; The bottom line if it was good, it would sell, the proof was in the pudding.&nbsp; He mingles with some of the other writers since Erika seemed to have vanished?</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean wonders which of the men in the room might be her husband? There were certainly enough men here he had never met that could pass for her spouse, even some that would surprise him.&nbsp; He’d make his introductions have a bit of small talk than hoof it back to the house.&nbsp; As much as he hated to admit it somewhere deep down, Sean knew there was just a hint of jealousy..&nbsp; He attributes it to the fact he is physically alone whereas she is not, but the truth of it was she was a daily part of his world now.&nbsp; He felt there was an unspoken energy between them, husband or not, he’d continue to lust for her from afar, and more if she’d rise to the occasion.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He evidently had his back to the hallway when Erika reappears back into the room, spying him she moves in his direction.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean was engrossed in small talk with a man he once met at the county museum and who seemed to know something of the stained glass in the turret.&nbsp; Jim Beard was an older guy somewhere in his fifties; three kids; all either in college or gainfully employed.&nbsp; Sean didn’t peg him as a ladies man since he was the pastor for a nearby Lutheran Church.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Maybe that’s why he had a passion for stained glass since he was carrying most of the conversation so Sean was a bit bewildered when suddenly Jim was looking beyond him </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Wow talk about a hammer “ the older gentlemen remarks which was totally off topic and odd enough to make Sean turn around in curiosity.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Erika was right behind him now, close enough to simply hook onto his arm in one graceful move.</span><br>“ It seems I broke my promise of introducing you to Garrett, He has more pressing matters this evening, I hope my sparkling companionship is enough? If not, there is plenty of drink to go around.” She coos<br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean’s eyes widen </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“UUUHH” he stumbles feeling Jim’s hand on his shoulder.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Talk to you later” Jim remarks leaving the two of them alone.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I would love your company” Sean replies trying to regain his composure.&nbsp; He suddenly is feeling very self-conscious as he dressed more not to be noticed than the stunning beauty in a backless gown that had latched on his arm.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Sorry had I known I would have put on after-shave and brushed my teeth.&nbsp; Tho I must admit you clean up very nicely”&nbsp; he says shooting her a playful wink</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“More pressing matters huh? The fool” Sean mutters just loud enough for Erika to hear after a moment, casting a sidelong look in her direction admiring how the dress seemed to accent her figure.&nbsp; Sean especially liked how the fabric framed the delicate hollow in the small of her back which made the most delightful transition to the tantalizing curves of her incredible ass.&nbsp; The image immediately makes him think of the feather….</span><br>Was it all an omen?<br>It was a fleeting thought for no sooner had she reappeared into the room she quickly surrounded by folks eager to meet the pretty face behind the art.&nbsp; Sean&nbsp; manages to grab a couple of glasses of champagne offering one to Erika as she graciously explains again and again that the lovely man by her side was not her husband but a close neighborhood friend&nbsp; she had invited to the show.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Two empty glasses later before Sean has a few moments alone with his companion and buoyed no doubt by the bubbly which is making a bit giddy he pulls her into a secluded part of the studio<br>“Well a night of decadent celebration eh my lady of the lake…Congratulations now I must admit I’m quite curious how adventurous you really are?”<br>“So If you will indulge me and simply close your eyes”<br>..<br>Sean places gently places his hands on her shoulders and turns her around so that her back was to him.<br>&nbsp;<br>“If you would be so kind as to put your hands in your hair” he whispers looking around to make sure they didn’t have an audience.<br>&nbsp;<br>Sean produces the feather from his pocket…. He places it at the nape of her neck and ever so slowly draws it down her spine, weaving it back and forth until her reaches the hollow of her back.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;“Anyone ever tell you that you have an incredibly beautiful ass Mrs. Knight?” he whispers pocketing the feather.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/e4/d5/d5/e4d5d53ebb967114c9fd0ac3294662cc.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>04-08-2015, 23:46:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;Erika knew full well that they were treading into dangerous territory, as her eyes&nbsp; closed and her fingertips slipped slowly into her hair. as the lite tickling&nbsp; moved slowly along her back, her plump lips spread into a soft grin. It felt lovely, causing her to arch her back a bit as soft delighted sigh slipping from her lips.<br><br>" Sean that's....." She&nbsp; sighed ." Wonderful, " the word sliding out in a puff of air.&nbsp; It was, the gentle touch , brought all her senses focused on that bare expanse of her back. A soft laugh echoing over the empty walls of the otherwise abandoned hall. They&nbsp; really should return. and&nbsp; she should allow herself to be paraded about like a show pony for potential buyers, instead though she was here with him.<br><br>" I've been told that, never in quite this&nbsp; fashion. "She lowered her hands to her side and opened her eyes with a soft grin.&nbsp; Eyelashes fluttering against the hollows of her eyes and her brow bone as she turned to face the man. " What in the world was that bit of magic?" She drew nearer, dangerously close. Indecently so. Aligned her gaze&nbsp; with that of the man. "I think perhaps after i'm&nbsp; done being troused up like one of my paintings. We should celebrate, a bit more intimately, at my your place, so I can admire those lovely windows again." <br><br>Her lips spread in a soft grin&nbsp; as she moved away. The esence of him was causing her whole body to warm in a way she wasn't quite sure she disliked, and that damnable tickling sensation that had&nbsp; set her skin afire with awareness of his own warmth. And it was all she could do not to turn and corner him in the&nbsp; dark recesses of this hall and have her way with him.&nbsp; The fire he had ignited&nbsp; burning brightly in her eyes as she pulled away.<br><br>She'd start by tasting him, in that slight expanse of skin at his neck, along his collar. The thought cause her to lick her actual lips , involuntarily and&nbsp; as she&nbsp; inserted herself into another conversation she moistened her lips, thinking about how he must taste.&nbsp; The men about her, even though several were&nbsp; far older then she, and they were accompanied by either their lovely dates, or their matronly wives, they could somehow sense the sharp arousal in her now sultry gaze.<br><br>" This piece Miss Knight." They motioned the painting she had lamented over for such a long time previous. " It seems empty in comparison to the rest, but&nbsp; lovely all the same, perhaps&nbsp; if you had painted yourself as you are now?" She grinned and&nbsp; responded lowly. There&nbsp; were always those who thought they could tell her about her art in a manner better then her.<br><br>" But this piece is the most important.&nbsp; In this piece lies the inspiration that created all these others. It's the best piece because of my opinion."&nbsp; The men would agree with her, if not for the wisdom in her voice or by the gentle look she had given him, as if even she could ignite the flame in this older man. her hand gently&nbsp; touching his as she reached out for Sean's pulling him into the conversation. <br><br>" This is my friend, he's writing&nbsp; a book, that i suspect has a lot to do with passion, should we ask him what he sees in this painting?"<br>&nbsp; As she spoke she held onto his hand. With every intention of leading him away as soon as she could reasonably make her escape. That time came a lot slower then she would have liked. The whole time, she held onto some part of the man in her company. His hand, His arm, her hand sliding to rest on his lower back. No one would say anything, because it was common for artists to have lovers, and the art world didn't often cross paths with the sort of law her husband practiced. Perhaps she should have worried more about the&nbsp; whispers that speculated her relationship with the man next to her, if not for her sake then perhaps his.<br><br>" Well that was a pretty little specticule. She muttered as&nbsp; they arrived at the writer's home, "I do hope it didn't sap your inspiration? "<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Have And To Hold ( MissKitty19&amp; Juggernaut)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spot Check Billy</strong> on <strong>07-08-2015, 19:23:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">As the evening began to finally wind down, the house lights were brought back up as Gallery staff began to collect the empty bottles and champagne glasses that were left in the large viewing room.&nbsp; Sean took it as the cue to offer to drive his neighbor home under the pretense that he was more sober than her but his real motivation was to make the logistics of their upcoming tryst much less complicated.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Later as he eased the car out of the Gallery parking lot, he knew full well he was going to have sex with this beauty in the passenger seat next to him.&nbsp; Whether it was hot sweaty monkey sex or something more refined and subdued, he wasn’t quite so sure just yet, only that the lady sitting next to him had already consented to some form of tryst in a manner or speaking, at least that is what he wanted to believe.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The drive back to the house was awkwardly quiet so Sean tunes in a Jazz station, for a moment his mind is diverted by the strains of Billie Holiday. Sean knew the song well especially that one poignant lyric which seemed so apropos for the moment.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em>“You've got to have something to eat, and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body's sermon on how to behave.”.</em> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The song fades as they reach the outer shore of the lake.&nbsp; Just ahead was the road junction where if he took a right, the road would take them to his house, but if he continued straight ahead, her house was just a block away.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Erika must of sensed the moment as well. </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The car slows Sean looks ahead, he can see the lights on at her house he looks over at her and smiles then turns right. </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">It was if she was waiting to see what he was going to do before she breaks the silence.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><em>"Well that was a pretty little spectacle. "I do hope it didn't sap your inspiration? "</em><br>&nbsp;<br>“Sap my inspiration? Heavens no Mrs. Knight quite the contrary, I hoped you’d take notice on just how attentive I’ve been to you, besides it was nothing less than a gala event my talented friend, though I suppose your secret is finally out.&nbsp; Besides me, the local art community now knows you are a lady of talent, charm, beauty and if I daresay…. Passion?.”&nbsp; He immediately shots back<br>By now they had reached his driveway.<br>Sean presses<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> the garage door opener he kept on the visor as was his custom when it came to the end of the day.&nbsp; He pulls the car on into the garage closing the garage door behind them.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He kills the engine and turns to her.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“You do know that since I first laid eyes on you, that you have become my inspiration and a muse for my cravings.&nbsp; The thought of you on a pedestal my friend didn’t sap my desires it only fueled them more Erika Knight”&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean manages a warm smile lowering his gaze to the swell of her breasts.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I think you understand”</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He reaches over, tenderly running his hand through her hair and pulls her lips down on his.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Her mouth tasted of champagne and chocolate, the kisses was gentle at first, lips lightly brushing over each other, eagerly exploring.&nbsp; Sean moves a hand to her breasts kneading the tender flesh that bulged so tantalizingly under the fabric of her dress.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">While the kisses become more hungry he manages to free one of her breasts to the cool air of the evening. </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean tenderly kisses and nibbles the nape of her neck.&nbsp; He leans back to admire the image of her slightly disheveled with one breast exposed.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“So Mrs. Knight it’s been an evening of exhibition but there is one very special art piece you have kept carefully hidden now haven’t you?”</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Picture of Mrs. Knight taking off her panties in the headlights.”</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Sean flips the headlights back on.</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Now if you would be so kind as to take you place in the picture Mrs. Knight” </span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">(http://cdnstatic.visualizeus.com/thumbs/fb/bc/auto,automobile,cadillac,car,headlights,legs-fbbc283b6c43582537975768363dcf20_h.jpg)</span>
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