Goth Girls Have More Fun (Violence + ~AT~)
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				Title: <strong>Goth Girls Have More Fun (Violence + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 04:33:53</strong>
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				(http://darkwallpapers.net/images/wallpapers/Red%20Hair%20Gothic%20Girl-712615.jpeg)<br><br>Vermillion smiled as she walked up to the suited guy by the bar, he seemed out of place amongst the black leather and lace crowd in the bar. Her footsteps where slow and deliberate, she saw his eyes catch hers, she grinned. She wore a thigh length black skirt and a black corset with red laces tying it up at the back; it was causing her large breasts to push up as if on display. Her 5inch black stiletto heels seemed to make her legs go on for miles. Pushing a lock of bright red hair from her startling blue eyes she smiled at the guy. <br><br>She was now within touching distance she placed on hand on his upper thigh and the other on the tie he was wearing. Leaning in she pressed her ample chest against his as she pulled him in for a deep kiss, straddling his legs she sat herself down her hands moving though his hair softly. <br><br>Her tongue caressing against softly, she pulled back her fingers running through his hair. “Hmmmm.” Her deep red lipstick rubbing off on his lips. “Hey what the?” A voice shouted from behind she grinned. “Hey there cutie…gonna buy a girl a drink?” She purred, her lips now on his earlobe nibbling softly as she teased him and the man who was turning bright red behind her.
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 04:48:06</strong>
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				The music was louder than he liked, and although it wasn't entirely displeasing music, it served further to make him feel like he didn't belong.&nbsp; He told himself that he was only here because his therapist told him to go out and do something.&nbsp; He told himself that a thousand times.&nbsp; What harm did it have if he wanted to admire the fetish girls in their corsets and lace, their leather and make-up.&nbsp; It wasn't like he was ever going to talk to any of them.&nbsp; They wouldn't want anything to do with him, anyways.&nbsp; Why would they?<br><br>He had only sat at the bar in an effort to order a drink, and had thus far not had the courage or confidence even to get that far in the night.&nbsp; He wanted nothing more than to retreat to some dark corner, wait a couple hours and then leave.&nbsp; Let everyone forget that he was even here, as if they'd noticed him to begin with.&nbsp; Let them make their jokes about the boring guy in the corner and he'd never have to hear them.&nbsp; He could go back and tell his therapist that this was just another failed experiment, and maybe it was just better if he never left his house at all.<br><br>Then a girl.&nbsp; A beautiful dark haired girl straddled his lap and brought him into the first kiss he'd had since college.&nbsp; This was a mistake, he thought.&nbsp; A wonderful mistake, but something that was probably going to lead to tragedy, "I... I think you have me mistaken for somebody," he said weakly, but with a hint of humor.&nbsp; Like maybe he would get it if she was playing a joke on him, and he wasn't going to let her have the pleasure of laughing at him when he could steal it by laughing at himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Goth Girls Have More Fun (Violence + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 04:56:34</strong>
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				She giggled hearing him saying that she mistook him for someone else, she pulled back. “I never mis-take anything.” She ran her fingers over his chest before digging his nails in, looking over her shoulder she shouted. “Hey, two vodka shots.” Once they were placed on the bar she offered him the glass. “Keep them coming.” She grinned at the bartender. Downing the shot she placed it on the bar. <br><br>Looking over at the guy, he was cute in a pedestrian sort of way, she started to move her hips against his lap. “That a stake in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me.” She grinned her fingertip tracing the outline of his lip. “Well fuck you Ver.” A call cried out from the other side of the bar. “You won’t get to from now on, Larry.” She grinned. “It’s Lawrence.” She rolled her eyes as she looked at the man. <br><br>“Got a name? Or do you want me to give you one.” She grinned her hips moving slowly over his as she down her second shot. Before he could answer she suddenly lent in kissing his neck biting down softly, not enough to break the skin but he was going to feel it. Pulling back she sighed getting off him. “Don’t just fucking sit there, do something you pussy.”
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:12:43</strong>
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				He tried not to let it effect him, but the nature of her assault on his body was definitely producing the "stake" she accused of growing more rigid.&nbsp; This was a 'too good to be true' moment.&nbsp; Her simulated vampire attack on his neck as he let her do it.&nbsp; There seemed to be some drama between her and some other guy at the end of the bar, but for now at least... this wasn't so bad.&nbsp; He just hoped that guy didn't end up coming looking for him later.&nbsp; She'd asked his name, he found himself suddenly realizing, "Chris.&nbsp; Christopher.&nbsp; And your's?"<br><br>Then she slid off of him and got a bit vulgar.&nbsp; There was a bit of an insult that made him want to answer it with authority, a sense he'd felt before but had never really had the courage to explore.&nbsp; Besides... what exactly did she want him to do?&nbsp; He didn't even know her.&nbsp; He couldn't dance.&nbsp; He didn't have the slightest idea what they should talk about.&nbsp; He'd only ever been with two girls in his life, and neither of them had started out as typical relationships... he had no idea how to handle this situation.&nbsp; What did she want?&nbsp; He didn't have an answer and found himself just sitting and wishing he had the courage and charisma to figure her out or make the best of this situation like he knew, deep down, that he should.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:23:54</strong>
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				She didn’t hear him tell her his name or ask for hers in return, she got off him and insulted him because he barely touched her. He didn’t grab her or fondle her, she wanted some action but obviously he was Mr Inaction! She fished inside her top pulling a ten out placing it on the bar she started to head to the door before looking over her shoulder at him. Sighing she walked back over grabbing his tie. “Heel…good boy.” She smirked patronising him.<br><br>Once outside she hailed a cab, getting into it she told the guy to drive and handed him a twenty. “Don’t worry its not my cash, where do you live ‘Tie-boy’.” She grinned at him her hand on his crotch squeezing slightly. Moving closer she whispered, “Tonight’s your lucky night…ever fucked a goth?” she smiled before slowly running her tongue from his jaw to his cheekbones watching him, he was unsure what to say or do. “Coz you’re about to.” She smiled squeezing harder, “That is if I can find your fucking dick.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Goth Girls Have More Fun (Violence + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:33:50</strong>
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				He found himself being pulled out of a bar that he'd just shown up at which he hadn't wanted to go to at all by a girl that he would never have even been able to talk to on his best day.&nbsp; This was... unexpected, to say the least.&nbsp; He was flatterred and a little thrilled and unquestionably frightened... definitely confused.&nbsp; Maybe, he thought, he should stop listing his emotions and trying to figure out how best to make use of this situation.&nbsp; She was vulgar and a little abusive.&nbsp; Part of him loved it, part of him wanted to beat the shit out of her for it.<br><br>It took a while, but her aggressive exploration of his body invited him to explore hers as well.&nbsp; He was busy unlacing the corset while he let her explore his body, his other hand running tentatively up her thighs.&nbsp; Every inch further he went towards her crotch, the more convinced he became that she was going to stop him and let him in on the joke.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:45:25</strong>
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				Smiling she pressed herself against him again feeling his hands unlacing her top and moving up her thigh. Grinning she straddled his hips as a call of protect came from the driver. Pressing her hips down against his crotch she whispered. “Tell the driver where we live before you explode in your pants.” She grinned her tongue licking up and down his neck softly as she dug her nails into his chest.<br><br>“The quicker we tell him the quicker we get home and get naked and worship each others naked forms. I could just sacrifice you to the dark God and live forever.” She whispered her teeth raking over the soft tender flesh of his neck. “Fuck me, fuck me hard like I know you can. Unless you’re a pussy, a girl, a pathetic waste of skin.” She growled slightly her lip curling in contempt of him. “Dressed in your fucking suit, how dare you come to a bar like that dressed like a fucking lawyer…fucking cunt.”
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:58:13</strong>
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				There was something about her assertiveness.&nbsp; Tell him where 'we' live, she'd insisted.&nbsp; She was forcing her way into his life, and god he loved the excitement of it.&nbsp; But it frightened him just as much.&nbsp; He told the driver where to go, the driver giving him a knowing wink and making sure to take the shortest route.&nbsp; He found himself somewhat at a loss of words as his hand moved all the way up between her thighs and against the warmth of her panties against her crotch.&nbsp; Even though this was as forward as he'd ever been, he was still following her lead... only going as far as she seemed like she would let him go.&nbsp; The most forward he got was trying to guide her head towards his crotch even while they were still in the cab, relying on the darkness to keep anything private, but he wasn't forceful enough to make her go anywhere...
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 22:13:59</strong>
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				Giggling she kissed him deeply, as the car seemed to speed up. Smiling she felt his fingers running over panties teasing her. “You seemed to be enjoying it more.” She whispered pressing herself against him her fingers running through his hair softly. “Good boy.” She smiled kissing his lips softly giving him a tender kiss.<br><br>The car stopped, “Ahem…we’re here.” The drive smiled at them. Opening the door she got out of the cab, offering him her hand. “Lets go home.” She giggled looking over at him, running her fingers through her hair she smiled. “Where do you like?” She smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:27:42</strong>
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				There it was again.&nbsp; This insinuation that whatever was his was already hers.&nbsp; It was really boiling through his body, filling him with a desire... yet at the same time, it enfuriated him.&nbsp; He wanted to wrap his hands around her throat and make her beg him as an apology.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck her so hard she cried.&nbsp; For a long moment he was lost in his sexual fury, then he heard her question and immediately froze again, "Where... where... do I like what?" he asked with a slight hesitation in his voice.&nbsp; There was a break in his voice as he lead her to his door, fidgetting nervously with his keys.&nbsp; It was pretty obvious that no matter how much heat he could flash with her periodically, he was not the type who was used to pulling random bar sluts.&nbsp; He was starting to wonder how far he could go through with this when he finally got the door open and it was showing on his face as he tried to keep his expression hidden from his... could he even call her a date?
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:37:21</strong>
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				She watched him play with his keys, he was either nervous or all the blood had rushed from his head a little early. She wrapped an arm under his her fingers playing with the button until it was unfastened. Pushing her hand in under the fabric she felt his warm chest, her other hand teasing through his hair, leaning close to him she whispered. “I bet you weren’t expecting this tonight.” She smiled as he opened the door, she turned him round his hand still on the keys in the partly opened door. <br><br>She smiled as she pulled him in kissing his lips softly and tenderly, the kind of intimate kiss that’s reserved for a lover, she let out a soft sigh. Her fingers running through his hair softly she giggled nibbling at his bottom lip knowing that it would drive him wild trying to figure out what kind of giggle it was. <br><br>Taking his hand she let him lead her into the house she purred softly, “Very nice.” She whispered pressing herself against his arm.
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:51:16</strong>
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				Had he been expecting this?&nbsp; Not in a million years.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and closed the door behind her, mustering enough manhood to shove her against the door like he was angry with her.&nbsp; The impact shook the whole house, and later he'd feel appologetic about it, he would regret the behavior, but for the moment... however brief it was... he was against her like a rapist in love.&nbsp; His lips sealed against hers to keep her from asking anymore of her insulting little questions and his hand pulled down at her corset to expose her breasts.&nbsp; Then as quickly as the moment had come, he was blanked as if he was questioning what had come over him.&nbsp; He didn't want the moment to end, and his lust was clear, but there was also that unyielding wave of shyness.&nbsp; This wasn't normal, this was the type of thing that happened to other people, "I... I don't even have protection..." he said nervously, almost under his breath.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:12:42</strong>
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				Her eyes widened with shock as he pushed her against the door, she grinned at him kissing him back deeply. His hands pulling her corset off smiling she ran her fingers through his hair softly. She felt he was more dominating; he was finally becoming someone she knew he was…until he spoke about the protection. She smiled as she pulling out some condoms from a pocket in her skirt. “You mean these?” She bit her lip. “Why don’t you have some?” She smiled looking over at him. “Don’t you have a girlfriend? I find it surprising that you don’t have one.” She ran her fingers over his cheek softly. “You’re gorgeous.” She smiled, there was no sarcasm in her voice, she was being genuine.
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 21:31:00</strong>
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				He pulled away at the sudden questioning of his relationship status.&nbsp; In fact, he hadn't had a girlfriend for quite some time... and even that relationship he wasn't entirely sure counted as dating.&nbsp; Some part of his mind convinced him that she was implying that he was in some way inferior to her lifestyle, that same part of his mind counterred by reminding him that she was just a whore.&nbsp; He didn't verbalize the disgust he felt with the moment, it was taking all his energy not to show his wavering emotions.&nbsp; Certainty had been replaced by doubt, and he wasn't entirely sure that this was a good idea any longer... the moment of passion was starting to wane.&nbsp; If he wanted this to happen, he was going to have to put his inhibition aside... remind himself that it was better to regret one stupid night, than regret not having that stupid night... but he was finding it harder and harder to get his mind into that frame...
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 21:55:31</strong>
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				Gritting her teeth she growled at him that look, that was the same look she got off her parents when she was a teenage. “Don’t you fucking dare pull that face at me.” She grabbed him ripping her shirt off, quickly she raked her nails over his chest before grabbing unfastening his pants. <br><br>“Fucking come with me.” She growled slightly, she pushed him on the sofa, moving over his lap against grinding her hips against him. Biting her lip she looked over at him her hands moving into his boxers her fingertips gliding over his firming member. “Just fuck me; unless you’re a boring cunt then I’ll leave you now.” Leaning in she kissed him back deeply.
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 07:09:18</strong>
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				<br>Just one night and then he could go back to his comfort zone, he told himself as he followed her back to his bedroom... she led the way as if she just knew instinctively where it was.&nbsp; How often did she find herself in men's homes?&nbsp; She was so aggressive... at least she'd be out of his life before she could make fun of him for how poorly he was bound to perform, he reminded himself.&nbsp; He had all the confidence of a whipped dog as he tried to force himself to act like a beast for her and threw her down to his bed once they passed the threshhold of his bedroom.<br><br>(( sorry that sucked... @_@ ))
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 02:33:24</strong>
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				She smiled as she walked through his house; it was like every other house that was ever built. Looking back at him she smiled slightly, he seemed happier when she in control instead. Probably because it stopped him from over thinking, she smiled to herself she liked sweet innocent guys, not that could ever get one she usually scared one off so the minute he walked in she wanted him.<br><br>Blushing she turned towards him once inside his room, she was surprised when he threw her onto the bed, she smiled at him.&nbsp; “Come on then.”
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:14:26</strong>
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				<br>The confidence seemed to come in bursts, every action followed by a brief moment of questioning whether or not he'd done the right thing... analyzing his behavior, trying to work out how this scenario was going to play.&nbsp; He was convinced that this was not only going to be humiliating, but that he was going to regret every moment of it afterward.&nbsp; How many bad moves before he killed whatever mood she had and told him to fuck off... laughing all the way out of his home?&nbsp; Was she comparing him to every other man she'd been with?&nbsp; Christ... how many other men had she been with?&nbsp; Did he care about the opinion of a whore?<br><br>'Come on then...' she'd giggled.<br><br>He tried to sum up whatever courage he could as he fell to his knees in front of the bed, his hands sliding up and under her skirt and hooking at the waste of her panties.&nbsp; The room was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight peeking in through the curtains creating a sliver of silver light that seemed to slice her in half just below her breasts on his bed.&nbsp; He was thankful for the darkness, maybe then she couldn't see just how pathetic he really was...
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:23:57</strong>
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				She smiled as he moved towards her, she frowned as he knelt down. His hands moving under her skirt, she looked down at him catching the scared look on his face, running a hand through his hair softly she reached to grab his hands pulling them away from her panties.<br><br>Ver slowly pulling him up to standing, standing infront of him she didn’t say anything, as she ran her hand over his cheek softly, leaning in she brushed her lips against his. Shhhing away any comments he might have been thinking she moved him round until the back of his knees hit the bed. <br><br>Smiling she pushed him back onto the bed, sitting beside him she ran her fingers over his shirt slowly unfastening each button, once they were done she slipped her fingers over his chest. Leaning down she gave him a soft kiss, she could feel his pulse racing, moving her lips from his mouth she trailed kisses down his neck nipping playfully at the skin. “How long has it been?” She whispered leaving soft kisses as her hand moved down, she slowly unfastened his belt, then his pants. <br><br>She slowly started to push her hand into his pants her fingertips brushing over his cock. “Hmmm.” She smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:33:33</strong>
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				Four years, he thought, but didn't answer her question with any words.&nbsp; Thinking about it started to bring back so much of the anger that he felt towards women.&nbsp; The lies, the betrayals, the deceptions.&nbsp; All the things that defined her gender.&nbsp; All the things that were there inside this woman, too.&nbsp; This was even just her rebound, the only reason she was here was to piss off some guy from the bar.&nbsp; Her boyfriend, maybe, or maybe just some guy who'd made the mistake of thinking he was her boyfriend.&nbsp; The truth was that she wouldn't be here if not for outside circumstances.&nbsp; She wasn't here for him, and he wasn't about to pretend that she was.&nbsp; She probably just needed a place to sleep for the night... the fire was flaming again, another burst of the would-be masculinity that would die out as quickly as it exploded in him.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:44:54</strong>
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				She smiled softly at him as she ran a tongue over his nipple softly, giving it a small nip to bring him out of himself, slowly she gripped his cock stroking softly. “Are you alright?” She whispered, she pulled back slightly looking up at him, running her hand over his cheek she looked into his eyes. “Come back to me.” She whispered, “You’re meant to be enjoying this, but you look as if you’re a million miles away.” She bit her lip slightly hoping that he wasn’t angry. <br><br>Slowly she pushed his pants down to his ankles, looking at his member she smiled. “Very nice.” She whispered, she was being serious, it was very nice. Gripping the base she squeezed slightly before moving her hand slowly up and down the shaft. 
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