Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not & Darkcide)
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				Title: <strong>Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 17:51:48</strong>
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				<em>It had been two weeks since Joyce moved out. She and her longtime boyfriend had finally gotten engaged, so it wasn't a surprise to anyone when the two moved in together. Still it did take a little getting used to. Her two roommates still stayed together in the spacious apartment. Hanna &amp; Wesley, between the two of them they made enough money to continue living in the apartment and live fairly decently.</em><br><br>Wesley worked nights as a bouncer to put himself through school, with his large muscular frame? He excelled at this job, working at a bar near campus. Most of the patrons knew that Wesley wasn't someone to be trifled with. Though he'd lived with Hanna for a little while now, he'd never made a move towards her. She was definitely an attractive young woman, but it would have felt odd for him to approach her. She was good friends with Joyce, which likely wouldn't have gone over well with Joyce. She knew of his reputation and how he was with women. Joyce was practically like a sister to him, so he had refrained from hitting on Hanna out of respect. Now though? Joyce was no longer part of the equation.<br><br>He'd gotten home fairly early that evening in comparison to when he'd usually be released. It was around Midnight or so, it'd been a dead night so his supervisor just told him to head back home. When Wesley got in, it seemed that Hanna was still awake. A rare occurrence as she was usually sleeping by the time he returned home. Wesley had a few drinks at work, though nothing too substantial. However he planned on changing that while he was home. After peeling his jacket off, Wesley hung it up in the closet. He was currently wearing a black wifebeater, a pair of blue jeans and black boots. He usually wore a lot of black as it really helped to emphasize his rich brown skin. <br><br>He made his way into the kitchen and flipped the fridge door open, pulling himself a Miller out of the shelf and twisting the top off. Glancing over in the living room where Hanna was currently camped out, he remarked out loud <strong>"So, how're you doing tonight?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 18:46:01</strong>
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				Hanna looked up as the door opened, and perched her chin on the edge of the love seat, attention temporarily drawn away from the third in her movie marathon. "You're home early." She remarked as her roommate moved to the fridge. She watched as he bent down to rummage around in the fridge and admired the vision he cut, silhouetted against the fridge's internal light. "I've got Blade 3 on if you wanna watch." She said, sitting up to face him over the back of the couch, pausing the DVD and placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before her. She rolled her eyes at his beer. Originally from Canada, she couldn't believe how weak American beer was. Also that she wasn't legal to drink yet. <br><br>Flipping her hair out of her face, she stood to go get a refill of cola, squeezing past him to retrieve the bottle and pour it into her cup full of tiny, half-melted ice cubes. "How was work?" She asked, hiking her ass onto the counter to better face him.<br><br>She hadn't believed her luck when Joyce introduced her to Wesley. He was gorgeous, perfect eye candy. Not that she would ever dream of making a move. He was way out of her league. She was the nerdy girl who was painfully shy and had a biting sense of humour. He was an athletic gorgeous bouncer for god's sake. Not to mention every other week, he seemed to bring a different girl back to the apartment. And whether he was gorgeous or not, she wasn't that type of girl.<br><br>They'd hit it off pretty well. She stayed out of his way, mostly, and he never really bothered her. Except for when he brought home that screamer. She'd learned since then to invest in ear plugs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 22:10:30</strong>
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				Wesley thought for a second and shrugged lightly, <strong>"Sure, why not? I've got nothing going on."</strong> Tipping the bottle to his lips, Wesley took a deep swig from it before setting it back down on the counter. Glancing in her direction, he noticed that she'd shook her head at the miller. It took a moment for Wesley to remember her age and he smirked and remarked <strong>"If you want? You can have a drink. I'm not really a sucker for laws."</strong><br><br>Eventually she made her way towards him and was now seated on the counter near him. Perking up an eyebrow, Wesley tilted his head to the side slowly before responding <strong>"Pretty dead, it's why I'm home early today. How was your day?"</strong> A moment later, Wesley killed the entire bottle before setting it back down on the counter. He determined he needed something stronger, and reached on top of the fridge. Grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels as he smiled a little and said <strong>"Want some?"</strong><br><br>Hanna was definitely pretty damn cute, and Wesley really started to realize that when he looked her over for a moment. He'd always known she was a looker, but had never really looked at her like he was now. She was downright sexy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 07:14:25</strong>
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				"Thanks, but I don't drink weak beer." She teased softly, shaking her head at his offer of a Miller. She shrugged at his question about her day. "Long, boring, full of statistics and abnormal psychology." She replied with a shrug. "I only broke from the studying a few hours ago." As he reached in the fridge for the Jack, she smiled. It was better, but she was a rum girl. She shrugged, and took the bottle. "Sure," she replied, smiling to him, fighting in vain against a blush dusting her cheeks.<br><br>The blush only deepened as she realized the route his eyes were raking down her form, and she stood, pouring a generous amount of jack into her coke, before taking a deep drink. She pulled away and shook her head, laughing as the soda-fizz went up her nose, causing her to wrinkle it. "Gads that's strong." She nearly choked out, before heading back towards the couch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 07:36:28</strong>
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				Following after her when she headed towards the couch, he laughed gently and brought that with him along with a bottle of Bacardi. A plan had formed in that diabolical head of his, and Wesley knew that he was going to do his best to get the young woman drunk to the gills. Afterwards, anything went. With a smile he set the bottles on the table in front of them and glanced over at her for a moment. <strong>"There's some Bacardi if you want any."</strong> He offered thoughtfully.<br><br>Wesley's chest had started to rise a little more shallowly as he took another deep swig from the bottle, he was able to handle his drinks well. However the ones he had earlier started to creep up on Wes and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was gone completely. The hard part would be getting her into the frame of mind he needed her in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 12:20:58</strong>
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				Hanna curled up on the couch, and turned the movie on, again, her attention now split between the TV and the man beside her. She grinned to him as he suggested Bacardi, and nodded. It was more to her taste. As she finished the first drink, she was giggling more freely at the horrible storyline of the movie. Though not a particular cheap drunk, she was a lightweight when it came to whiskey. Always had been. Snickering at another physically impossible stunt, she pulled her knee up to her chest, and glanced to Wesley. Though remaining firmly in the 'he's way out of my league' frame of mind.<br><br>He was still quite attractive. She didn't really know him that well, though Joyce seemed to like him, and that was a card in his favour. She wondered what he thought of her, and what he wanted in a girl. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 16:48:25</strong>
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				Wesley was paying little to no attention to the film, his focus was solely on Hanna. It wasn't long before he noticed her demeanor had now changed. The young woman was giggling rather liberally and seemed more open in comparison to usual. Scooting over towards her, he gently slid an arm around her waist and said <strong>"So Hanna, how come I never see you with anyone? ...If I am overstepping my boundaries please let me know, but you're a beautiful young woman. You shouldn't be alone."</strong><br><br>Glancing down towards her, Wesley took care to keep his tone casual and light. Reaching over to the table as he grabbed the bottle of whisky and tipped back another swig from it. Though he wasn't showing it on the surface, he was currently buzzed out of his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 19:52:56</strong>
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				She nearly yelped as his arm slid around her, and she turned to look at him, mouth half open in astonishment, and a liberal blush staining her cheeks, not just from the whiskey. "I.. dunno. Don't get many opportunities?" She muttered, turning away from him studiously, blushing from the tips of her ears down to her breasts. Little panic men ran around her brain, as her brain sluggishly tried to figure out was going on. Was he really that drunk? <br><br>Hanna was tense under his arm, unsure of what to do, and waiting for a cue from him to either relax or leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 00:59:22</strong>
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				<strong>"We'll just have to see about that now won't we?"</strong> He responded with a sensuous growl to his voice, leaning in so that those plump soft lips of his could slowly graze over her delicate neck. Stopping only for a second to whisper<strong> "You have no idea, how long I've wanted you..."</strong><br><br>The hand on her waist moved in slow, yet deliberate massassing motions as he pulled the young woman closer to him. Wanting her to be situated on his lap as his arms moved firmly around her waist. He wasn't completely wasted to the point where everything was a blur, but the alcohol had certainly served to build up Wesley's desire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 08:07:35</strong>
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				She gasped as he leaned close to her neck, instinctively dropping her shoulders, and her head to the side, offering him access to the ivory column of her throat without concious thought. A shudder ran down her spine at his tone, the feeling of his breath against the sensitive skin, his lips teasing her. A soft whimper escaped her chest at his next statement, and she moved pliantly to his lap, her mind abandoning her fully, eyes staring sightlessly. <br><br>Hanna shook her head slightly, and looked into his eyes, her fair eyebrows knitting together in confusion, her teeth pressing into her lower lip tightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 16:21:46</strong>
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				Wesley's hand moved to rest over Hanna's abdomen as his lips roamed across her neck. Soft, gentle kisses were placed on every bit of skin he could find and he positioned her so that her round bottom was seated over the prominent bulge in his pants. He was currently fairly hard, and very much in a giving mood presently.<br><br>The hand on her abdomen made its way up to her chest where he cupped one of her breasts through the material of her top, groaning gently against her jugular before he whispered <strong>"Mmm, does that feel good..."</strong> he slightly slurred at the last word but was still very coherent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 16:32:45</strong>
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				Her eyes drifted shut as she sat on his lap, shuddering against his hands, her mind entirely focused on her neck. Her spine rolled, pushing her breast into his hand, and she nodded to his question, biting back a whimper. She heard the slur in his voice, and wondered if he was drunker than she had thought, but ignored the thought. She shifted on his lap, rubbing her bottom against him half on purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 05:25:10</strong>
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				Groping her breast slowly, Wesley paused to grab the bottle of rum. Tipping it back as he drank deeply from it, he didn't swallow. Instead setting the bottle back down on the table before his lips moved to Hanna's. Letting the liquid fall from his mouth into hers, this was done sensually but also with the intention of getting the beautiful young woman to behave in a more uninhibited manner as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 14:48:47</strong>
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				Hanna groaned as his mouth pressed hers, rum sliding from his mouth down her throat, tasting of whiskey and him. She swallowed the alcohol, kissing him back, until there was no more, pressing closer to him. "Wesley..." She murmured softly, and pulled back, eyes glazed, cheeks a dark pink. She stared at him a moment, head cocked to the side slightly. "Why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 18:09:30</strong>
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				"Because you're smoking hot." He muttered against her lips, running his hand over her jawline slowly. Wesley smiled a little and pushed his lips back to hers. Not wanting to engage in a conversation presently, he wanted Hanna there and now. Leaning downwards on the couch with him hovering over her lightly, a hand was placed at the side of her head as he sighed into her mouth pleasureably. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 12:30:51</strong>
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				She fell back onto the couch as he shifted, panting slightly, before his kiss pressed against her again, and she arched her neck to press back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be My Personal Plaything? (Thou Shalt Not &amp; Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 21:05:29</strong>
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				Wesley's lips pulled back slowly as Hanna fell back to the sofa. Letting his hand creep slowly down her abdomen, he whispered into her ear <strong>"C'mon and tell me what exactly you want..."</strong> Gentle kisses were place on every inch of skin that Wesley was able to find.
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