The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)
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				Title: <strong>The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 20:32:08</strong>
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				His careful eyes were severely taunted by her sinfully perfect body and the fact that she recognized simply how enormously enticing her assets posed a delightful lock on his stare. To him at that single moment, noone existed, nothing was capapble of teasing his attention back from her, or more accurately her body. He wasnt interested in her so much as what she had. She was after all his competition. He smiled, insidiously delicious competition he thought as he watched her hips sway in a sensual rhythm that awoke a pound of desire deep within his flesh. He watched her hungrily, safely hidden from the sweltering stare of her breathtakingly green pupils but she was inescapably trapped in the gaze of his own formidable sultry brown eyes, her every movement recorded within the recesses of his brain, in case something would be pertinent to his eventual seduction of her. Suddenly a rancorously immature shout from the slutty blond nymph attracted the slender starlet's attention as he silently thanked the pretty little blonde slut as his eyes drank in the gently rumpled skin of her ass surreptitiously sneaking out from under her provocatively short skirt. <br><br>Thankfully he wasn't naive enough to be completely enamoured by her wonderful behind and was able to deduce the event which would unfold very soon. It was rather predictable, which was the reason for his absences from the club for the last few weeks. His original intention to grace the rowdy club with his immaculate presence was to learn inside information about his competition. He was the owner of the far more imposing club across the street. Sadly, it had been infected somehow with a horde of bugs which had prompted him to shut down the never sleeping jungle of his club, 'Booze and Bitches' untill the nasty problem had been sorted out. Unluckily his disinfectant crew had suffered some severe legal setbacks and were currently having their asses violated in the most violent prison known to man. He did pity the poor bastards but it was a little hard to concentrate on their pathetic state when Kara was so obviously trying to get away from the barrage of meat that was being pushed on her. <br><br>Normally his keen bussiness acumen would've snapped up the photos of two men pushing their pathetic cocks on a defenceles woman and used it to shut down the competition and wipe his hands clean of another itch on his back. Only he had been unable to do so. He had been presented with ample opportunity, even now he could see a frantic couple gyrating into each other's almost naked bodies with a mass of people yelling and shouting and egging on the sinful union. BUt he had eyes for nothing other than Kara. he knew his obsession over the owner of his competing club would bring more harm than good, but he simply could not ignore the raging fire that she had inspired inside him the minute his eyes had fell on her. Even if his business came crashing down on his cock, he had to have her and it seemed like the perfect opportunity was presenting itself.<br><br>He crossed through the throng of young and horny hooligans towards the VIP box. The bouncer cowered under his advance, his well toned, muscular six foot twenty six year old frame was more than slightly intimidating to say the least and soon her was right behind her, so much so that he was sure his heated breath was singing her lovely toned skin. He leaned in gently as a lover would and whispered into her ears, "If my math is correct, you owe me a dance first", he said his voice deadly low and laced with inappropriately high eroticm. He took hold of her hand, his grip firm, but not hurtful and pulled her away from the hungry wolves of men her pathetic friend had selected for her. He twirled her around gently and brought her to hit his strong body in one fluid motion, her back pressed hard against his chest has he hand her hands in his and his head in her neck. He allowed his hard, rough and passionate lips to gently graze her skin as he pushed her out and brought her into him again, this time her front slamming against his front in a gentle erotic way that would make all those pathetic high school fucks green with jealousy. He gently moved his legs in tune to the sensually slow beat provided by the DJ, preventing her body from sneaking any more than a couple of centimeters away from his. Finally the song ended, as bitter sweet sensations ravaged through him. He new he couldnt allow her to feel any more pleasure or she could lose interest in him. He had to keep his mystery in tact. So he simply pressed his lips to her wrist in thanks for her lovely company and turned and walked away, apparently heading for the door. But he snuck his way behind the jukebox and leaned against the wall, enjoying the look of confused euphoria lacing her lovely seductively green eyes. "You're mine, Kara", he said to himself
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Careful What You Wish For (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 02:57:28</strong>
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				As Kara moved through the crowd, dodging grabbing hands and groping fingers, she got the distinct impression that she was being followed.&nbsp; A ridiculous thought given the number of people that currently surrounded her.&nbsp; However, the amount of bodies didn’t lessen the feeling that someone’s eyes somewhere were following her every move. A shiver ran through her at the thought.&nbsp; Keeping her head low and her pace fast, she barreled through the crowd as fast as her 5’6” 130lb frame would let her.&nbsp; It was slow going.&nbsp; <br><br>Nearing the roped off area that designated the VIP lounge, Kara felt she could finally breathe again.&nbsp; A quick nod from the bouncer as she passed was returned with a grateful smile as he managed to keep the throng from crushing in on her.&nbsp; She spotted Brenda immediately among the two dozen or so clients occupying the large room.&nbsp; Most were taking up spaces on the couch that lined the rounded room, some were lounging in dark corners, and some were dancing in various openings.&nbsp; Brenda was sitting with a group of 5 or 6 business looking types.&nbsp; Kara wasn’t surprised that Bren was the only female in the mix; it was something Brenda always strove for.&nbsp; But even Brenda couldn’t handle this many all by herself.&nbsp; Immediately aware of why Brenda had called for her, Kara tried not to let the irritation show on her face.&nbsp; This was going to be ugly.&nbsp; It was a scenario that had played out many times throughout their 30 year friendship.&nbsp; Just as Kara was going to try to make an escape, Brenda spotted her and jumped up.&nbsp; Grabbing her by the hand, Brenda dragged her over and pulled her down next to her and began introducing her to the men seated around them.&nbsp; Kara didn’t catch a single name above the noise of the music and the crowd, but she certainly didn’t miss the leering eyes that seemed unable to focus on anything other than her full breasts.&nbsp; For Christ’s sake!&nbsp; Brenda was sluffing two of her suitors off onto Kara, neither of which was even remotely attractive.&nbsp; This would be why Brenda was “gifting” Kara with their company.&nbsp; “Bren, I have to get back to the bar” Kara shouted over the din as she stood to leave “Gus needs help” but Brenda was shaking her head and keeping her from moving “I sent Tanya up to help him” A ringing sensation in Kara’s ear accompanied Brenda’s shout.&nbsp; Kara tried once again to make excuses to get the hell out of there when the hair on the back of her neck stood up.<br><br>Her breath fluttered in her chest as she felt the heat from his body against her scantily clad back.&nbsp; A small cry of sensual surprise escaped her lips as she felt the warmth of his breath brush across her ear as he leaned down close.&nbsp; His lips were practically kissing her ear as his sensual whisper almost caused her knees to buckle.&nbsp; The implied intimacy in his tone sent shockwaves of electricity tripping merrily down her spine to settle somewhere in her lower back.&nbsp; Confusion addled her thinking.&nbsp; She owed him a dance? But she didn't even know who was standing behind her.&nbsp; Without another word he gripped her hand firmly and guided her expertly through the throng of bodies.&nbsp; An unexpected gasp came for her throat as he expertly twirled her around and her back came up hard against his well defined chest. A delighted shiver coursed through her as his lips danced on the tender skin at the curve of her neck.&nbsp; While his lips played erotically at her pulse, he spun her out once more and managed to change her direction mid turn so that her full breasts came up hard against his muscled chest.&nbsp; For the first time, she saw the face of the man who had claimed her presence.&nbsp; Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the look of raw desire shining in the depths of his seductive brown eyes.&nbsp; Her pulse quickened as their bodies rubbed together in a dance of erotic sensuality in time to the rythmic slowness of the music, all the while he held her so close she could feel the heat from his body caress her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly the song was over and his lips were claiming her wrist.&nbsp; Electricity skittered up her skin from the point where his seductively sensual lips seared the tender flesh of her wrist to settle somewhere in the vicinty of her lower abdomen. Her stomach fluttering in a funny and unexpected way.&nbsp; Without another word, he turned and faded into the crowd...leaving Kara standing alone, in utter confusion, flustered by the strange sensations skittering around her chest and gut until the next song started. The bouncing, gyrating bodies jarred her from her reverie and she made her way to the office in a numb fog.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 14:26:07</strong>
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				Sean Austin continued to hunt her down like a hawk eying tis prey, deciphering methods to catch it off gurad and swoop down and take its target. Kara had been inflaming his thoughts for quiite some time and her torment had taken such a toll on him that he had had to take a forced vacation, as he lashed all his frustrations out on the finest pleasurable company that money could provide. Vegas was a blissful blur, but none, not one of them had satisfied him. Though he had been insanely pleased at his ability to make prostitutes scream with unbridaled pleasure his mind had always been imagining the lovely club owner's body, her sinfully delicious curves tormenting his cock to such an extent that he needed two hookers one night. His desire for Kara was unreally animalistic and he was more than afraid his usually suave personality would be stored deep deep inside him. It took him slightly by surprise that he was oozing such animalistic desire that was riddling his body. <br><br>He watched her intently and he was unable to stop himself from the smile that had strtched across his lips as he squinted her sexy little ass slide its way to the bathrooms. "You're mine", he breathed again as he followed her slapping the out of order sign on the door, his eyes instructing the bouncer who had allowed him through into the VIP box as he slide into the bathroom with her, smiling that he had understood his silent request and plonked his burly huge body preventing entry into that decapitated bathroom.<br><br>He slanted himself against the door and watched her silently before he spoke up, "That was a lovely dance", he said smiling not so gently. It was hard for even a gentle smile to remain gentle when you are inside a girls' bathroom with an erection such as his bulging up against his pants. "Although I have a few qualms about it", he said walking over to her and circling her just as the hawk in his head which looked set to overpower its prey. He shortened the radius of the circle and then was right up against her body, sinfully away that the circumstances was paralysing her to the spot she was rooted to. He grazed her hand gently with the back of his hand as he whispered into her ear, "I felt it was cut far too short", he said, gently grinding his erection against her, preventing her from having any confusions about his intentions, "And it was far too PG", he added allowing his tongue to press its horny injection of saliva into the bridge of her neck on the side, "Or were your gasps and squirms misinterpreted?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 21:03:21</strong>
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				Kara was dumbfounded.&nbsp; Not that men had never thrown themselves at her, usually they were Bren's cast-off's, but never once had one simply had the balls to claim her as this man had.&nbsp; She'd never even seen him before.&nbsp; She paced the office up and down trying to figure out what in the world had just happened.&nbsp; He must have mistaken her for someone else...that had to be the reason...there simply wasn't another explanation for the strange experience.&nbsp; She had worked herself into a fine frenzy, which was only made worse by the lingering sensations of desire stoked by her strange partner.&nbsp; Kara knew she had to pull herself together...after all, she couldn't very well hide in her office all night..Brenda would never allow it.&nbsp; Throwing her hands up in utter frustration, Kara yanks open the office door and makes a beeline for the restroom to splash some water on her face.&nbsp; <br><br>As she steps into the looming crowd, she is once again confronted by the feeling of being watched...but then again, in a crowd of over 200 people that wasn't unusual. She managed to make it all the way to the back of the club, through the throng of people, to the restrooms without being molested even once. A miracle in itself.&nbsp; She slipped through the swinging door and was pleased to see that the facilities were empty for the moment.&nbsp; Standing in the middle of the floor, she closed her eyes and took several deep breath's to calm her skittering nerves.&nbsp; <br><br>Kara heard the door swing open and close before she opened her eyes again.&nbsp; Well, she thought, so much for a bit of peace. Opening her eyes, expecting to see some bubble headed blonde, bopping her way drunkenly in...she was stunned to be confronted by the dark sensual gaze of her stranger.&nbsp; His well defined muscular form leaned casually against the door frame, his smile darkly possessive, his gaze almost predatory.&nbsp; Shock kept her glued to the spot as he approached her.&nbsp; She stood perfectly still, hypnotized by the erotic electricity that hung in the air, as he slowly circled her as if she were his prey.&nbsp; His ever closing circular progress stopped as he came to stand in front of her, his body touching hers. He was so close she could feel his heartbeat against her chest...or was that hers?&nbsp; His presence, his darkly commanding demeanor, his sensual nature was wreaking havoc with her normally logical thought process.&nbsp; Electric currents shot up her arm where his hand had gently brushed hers.&nbsp; He was explaining that he had enjoyed their dance - one more clue that he must have mistaken her for someone else - and she could feel the evidence of his enjoyment as he ground his hips into hers gently. She turned her head away from his searing lips as they assaulted the pulse at her neck, his breath hot on her ear as his rich, deep voice carressed her senses, breaking down her well kept barriers.&nbsp; As yet, he hadn't even laid a hand on her...simply stood in front of her, pressing his hips against hers and using his skilled lips and sensual voice to keep her rooted to the spot where she stood.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know what you're talking about" her voice was thready and quiet, but she had managed not to stumble over any of the words. "I think you have me confused with someone else" her feet refused to obey her minds command to step away from his intoxicating form "I can't recall ever meeting you before this night"&nbsp; Her pulse leapt as his teeth nipped at the tender skin of her throat and she shivered delicately but did not move.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 15:05:06</strong>
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				Her voice held quite some conviction, although he could notice a few stammers hidden underneath her bold words, however Kara's body betrayed her dense desires for the cock that was brushing against her soft, sheer thighs. His lips were were adept at conjuring heinous whispers that were bound to be stirring her deep seated desires, kindling them up to the surface making her brim with anticipation. It was a good thing that Sean was a far better listener of the female body than the pathetic veiled lies that her lips were helplessly conjuring. And that was all he needed as he continued his tease of her body and mind. He pressed himself against her, being as bold as to allow his hands to slide around her and flirt with the nape of her skirt skittling the short boundary of her skirt as he rode it above her thighs, springing her panties into view. He slid his his fingers only gently allowing his fingertips to snake tendrils across her skin as he pressed his lips to the base of her neck, a gentle fleeting teasing press of his heinous lips to her burning skin.<br><br>"Oh, I think you do, my sweet", he hissed against her neck, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. I know Brenda's the more outgoing of the two of you but you're not that naive. I'm sure you can feel the heat building deep within your core, slowly sliding up from your pussy", he said pressing his hands finally against her slit throughher sinfully soft and trecherously thin fabric of her panties, "Mmm..I was right...Mmmm...I bet you taste good and I bet you want me to taste you", he said as he began rubbing her clit through her panties, making them ride out of preventing them from shielding her slit from view. He ground his hips against her again making sure he timed it perfectly so that she would feel his cock rise against her body. "Mmm..", he kissed her neck again as he used his free hand to push her face up so he would have better access to it. He was practically controlling her. His sinful fingers against her swollen clit was causing her mind to swivel and shake desperately helplessly to his tune. "Still think you playing naive will help you sneak away from me?", he hissed as he roughly flipped her around and pressed his desperate lips against her full, luscious ones pressing his face into hers, kissing her with unparalleled lust, "You're mine, Kara..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 07:27:22</strong>
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				Kara was intoxicated by his very presence.&nbsp; It was as if he had put a spell on her...she was unable to move on her own...her will was overtaken completely by the mystery of this man and why he was here with her.&nbsp; Her nerves jumped as she felt the tips of his fingers slide erotically over her skin.&nbsp; Her skin flushed with heat and a blush rose to her cheeks as she felt him artfully lift her skirt.&nbsp; Little flames shot up everywhere his fingers touched.&nbsp; Kara's breath seized in her chest and her pulse danced wildly in her veins at the light touch of his searing lips.&nbsp; <br><br>His voice had the effect of a hypnotist, commanding her every move. His words hitting their mark with extreme accuracy as his hand snaked down to cover her moist sex. Dear God! her mind screamed at the electric shock of pleasure that shot through her veins as his fingers slid between her swollen lips and his the rich husky smoothness of his voice held her captivated.&nbsp; A sinful shiver ran down her spine as she felt the heat of his palm on her face...his touch, his voice, his every action claiming his possession of her.&nbsp; As if he had every right to simply snap his fingers and she would bend to him...but, so help her...she couldn't seem to help herself from doing exactly that. As he expertly stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex, soft cries of submissive pleasure escaed Kara's throat. Her mind lost in his touch, her head spun as he flipped her around to face him...his eyes burned with an intensity of desire she had never seen before...and her breath quickened, aprehension and lust skittering across her soul as she was trapped in those eyes.&nbsp; His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that seared her lips and shook her to her toes.&nbsp; Her mind was lost in a swirl of incomprehensible pleasure and astonishment...his words slow to sink into her lust filled mind...she was his? Reality began to return to her as his lips moved over hers again.&nbsp; This stranger had laid claim to her as bold as brass and she didn't even know who he was. Her body screamed for her to simply submit and give in to the glorious sensations coursing through her senses...while her mind screamed "axe muredering lunatic"...and yet...her body swayed further into his as his hands carressed her skin gently, teasingly.&nbsp; This was insanity! She placed her hands on his chest...that marvelously defined chest...and she pushed against his imprisoning arms. "I don't even know you" she said in a rushed whisper as she tried to think clearly under his erotic assault.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 04:01:13</strong>
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				Sean was no stranger to women nor was he a virgin in the art of seduction. The startling truth was as far from it as possible. Sean was something of a collector. It was a heinously sinister description but no other fit his personality. He had been fascinated by the erotic sexual pleasure a female could present a male ever since his first encounter. Back then he was still an innocent, blue eyed little tyro who had believed in love and marriage and happily ever after. But the girl was a little more worldly than his then Utopian mind had described to himself. He had found her in a more than friendly position with another man and when he had tried to confront her about her actions, she had acted obnoxiously self righteous and dumped him saying he was the worst lover she had ever had.<br><br>That had been the toughest blow he had had to endure and he wasn't able to at all. He couldn't understand any of it. Just the day before she had been screaming undying love for him as he made love to her and now she was walking out the door dreaming about another man. Thankfully Sean had some friends who weren't as naive as he had been and they dragged him to a bar and opened the world of needy, horny and desperate women to him. It was a world that had no rules except one: follow your instinct! With all the liquid courage that he could consume and yet stand up straight, Sean Austin had become Sean Austin and that night he had had sex with three different women. The world of Love and Marriage disappeared in the wake of Booze and Bitches, needless to say that night was the inspiration to start his club.<br><br>But taking drunk, needy, crazy women who vanished the minute the sun rose or even before wasn't satisfying him now. The thought of that crazy bitch was always tormenting him and he had come to the conclusion that unless he could seduce a woman who didn't want him so comprehensively that she was always wet for him every minute of every day, his haunting past will never leave him be. And that was where Kara had come in. <br><br>Actually it was Brenda who had charmed his eyes but her incorrigible liking of the opposite sex had put him off. He could get a slut in a minute if he wanted to. He wanted a woman to reduce to a slut and that was when Kara had charmed his eyes and he never looked back. Someone was trying to advance on her and her actions were simple and precise, she had taken the man's hands away from her body and politely requested him to stay away from her or she would set the bouncer on him. Her immediate refusal of a man who could probably had shown her a good time had served as the icing on the cake. She was insatiably attractive, her lovely legs and her gorgeous ass that her skirt refused to cover completely as with every twist and turn and bend, it being irrelevant if the movement was sensual or otherwise. Sean was smitten with her, up to the point where it was she who was torturing him every night, her slender body naked and taunting as she refused him her sex enraging him as she laughed. Kara had inflamed him and she was going to know how that felt.<br><br>Nothing was sacred. His hands travelled everywhere on her and his assault was carnal yet sensual. Raping her wasn't his intention. No, Raping a woman was a coward's way of satisfying his libido and Sean Austin was no coward. Sean's intention was to break her. It was obvious that she was craving him, enjoying his lovable violation of her sex as he pressed his hand hard and rough against her swollen clit which was beginning to get wet. He slid his other hand right up along her shirt, riding it gently up as he sensually bucked into her ass, pressing his hard on against her. His lips were buried in her neck, her glorious scent intoxicatingly enticing as he sniffed it all off her shoulder and placed a soft kiss on her. But as much as he had conquered her body, he mind remained staunch as her plea of refusal broke through, though he took heart in her wording of it. He smiled wickedly, "Why should you need to know me? Would it in some way make you even wetter than you are now?", he asked, his voice continuing to adopt the same low huskiness, "Your mind differentiates right from wrong, but your body accepts both. Give your mind a rest", he purred next to her ear as his tongue slipped out to gently tickle her lobe as his hand cupped her breast and caressed her, "I know you want to..", he whispered even softer as he slipped his forefinger inside her pussy and began to fuck her.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 02:49:27</strong>
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				Kara shivered roughly as his hands slowly perused her excited flesh.&nbsp; The pleasure he was causing to brew inside her was almost intolerable.&nbsp; &nbsp;A gasping cry escaped her lips as his fingers find their target in the moist folds of her sex. Her mind torn between the sensual exploration of his hands on her heated skin and the fact that he was a complete stranger.&nbsp; His smile caused her knees to turn to quivering masses of jello.&nbsp; Why did she need to know him? Her sensible side was incredulous...'Why did she need to know this man who was practically sending her body into covulsions of erotic sensation?' The HELL if she knew! GOD! Her body and mind screamed unison...though her mind screamed 'Does he have to know every fucking spot that makes me quiver?' and her body cried out in delighted glee 'Oh FUCK YES! Give it!' neither of which she was overly pleased with.&nbsp; His intoxicatingly sensual voice crept through her turmoil with stunning accompaniement by his finger sliding deliciously inside her.&nbsp; Oh FOR THE LOVE OF PETE! Her senses were in overdrive as his finger quickly set up an erotic rythm of in and out as it stroked the fire in her belly to unheard of heights. OHFUCK! A small whimper escaped her throat before her voice stammered out "I-I c-c-ca-aa-a-ant DO th-this!" and she pushed hard against his imprisonment as she desperately tried not to give in to carnal lust in the bathroom of her newly opened club. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:43:40</strong>
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				Her stutter was his salvation as Sean pressed himself further into her grinding his hard, throbbing cock against her legs as she leant back into him for support though he was sure it was only because her feet were reduced to jelly under the careful, sinful attention he was giving her luscious body. He pressed his lips into her tormented skin commanding her body with nothing more than his tongue searing her soft, desire filled skin. He knew Kara was shaking inside, filling up with pleasure. He knew she was fighting against herself to buckle down for him and give herself to his desires which was only confirmed by her desperate stutter. He was almost there and he hadn't even removed a single garment off her body. <br><br>He slid his lips up the side of her neck and pressed them against her jaw as he ground his hips against hers again reminding her how hard he was, forcing her to imagine how he would be when he took her in a carnal rage. He kissed her cheeks slowly allowing his tongue to slide out and tease her skin, "That's a lie", he breathed sliding a hand down her body feeling every part of her as he could, "You're dying to allow me to take you. You can't for me to tie your hands together, slam you against that wall, rip your clothes apart and take you right here. I know you crave me right back, Kara. And dot worry, I crave you just as much", he said taking her hand in his and sliding it down his front and placing it on his bulge, "And there's proof", he breathed into her ear as he leaned in and kissed her skin again.<br><br>"Do you feel that?", he asked softly as he slid back to her neck and began placing little electric kisses on her skin, "Do you feel that damn hard cock pressing up against you hand? Are you imagining how beautiful it would feel in your hands? Are you wondering how hot it would feel throbbing against your pussy, teasing you in ways that this would seem like child's play? Are you craving to feel that big, hard cock fucking your sinfully wet pussy, tearing it apart as you scream in unbridled pleasure? I know you are..I know you are, my bitch!", he whispered<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:39:41</strong>
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				Kara's body refused to obey her commands as she struggled to fight the growing desire that clouded her mind.&nbsp; The heat from his body radiated through his clothing to sear the memory of his form on hers.&nbsp; The erotic dance his lips did over the pulse in her neck and along her jaw made it impossible to breath...the stiffness of his erection against her body sent a thrill through her belly...his voice rendered her helpless as it growled low and sensual in her ear.&nbsp; He whispered things she had only fantasized about, things that made her nipples tighten with desire and the heat between her legs to explode through her lower body.&nbsp; She couldn't deny the sinful allegations he made as he guided her hand down to the rock hard stiffness of his trapped sex...he had certainly caused a severe craving inside her...but this was ridiculous! She'd never even seen him before tonight.<br><br>His lips on her skin and his voice in her ear, the feeling of his cock in her hand...she could no longer think with a rational mind. Her body screamed for release under his expert tutelage...her mind screamed 'RUN!' and she didn't know which she wanted to heed more, her body or her mind.&nbsp; Her blood hummed in her veins, her heart hammered against her chest, her breath came in shallow gasps, small cries and moans of pleasure escaped her as she pleaded breathlessly "Please?!" not knowing exactly what it was she was pleading yet unable to help herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 06:00:18</strong>
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				He had concocted so many dreams of this day as he had tried to forget her over the course of the last few months. But the lure of her body had been treacherous and he had found himself fantasizing about her even as he castrated himself at being so puny as to be ruled over by some woman and her sinfully perfect body. But the continuous torture of her body and his woeful ability to shield himself from it had finally forced himself to act. He had decided there was nothing for it. It could not be helped. He wanted her in ways that were more heinous than he wished to describe. He craved her, he desired her, he simply must have her! <br><br>And he sensed he was close as well. After all, Men weren't the only race who dreamed of sex. Even if women were better at holding their desires to themselves, he wondered if they were as good when a man thrust themselves at them. He knew that was a turn off for most women, but what if he was able to pleasure her enough that his taking of was exactly what she needed. What if, in the spilt second he forced his body on hers, she felt pleasure instead of disgust and then disgust at herself for desiring such pleasures. The battle of a woman's mind and her body were the ultimate goal of a seducer and the eventual victory of her body over her mind was his crowning glory. And he sensed that Kara was somewhere along the road to giving him that crowning glory.<br><br>He begging only spurred him on. Her incoherent please pushed his buttons so badly that he had to keep himself from tearing her clothes right there and shoving her up her own club's bathroom wall and fucking her senseless till she was screaming for more and more of him. Although that had its appeals, Sean was a little more elegant than that. His desire deserved a better stage than a damn bathroom. Besides, he needed to know if he had Kara or was this nothing more than a simple excursion. He needed to know how badly he had penetrated into her. Would she come for him, if he left now? Would she be haunted by his powerful, sensual and carnal loving of her body enough to seek him out of her own will? He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he had nothing to lose. Should she choose not to come, he'll come to her.<br><br>He faced her, his hand reaching up to her face as in a odd moment, he slowly caressed her skin with his thumb as he looked into her confused, scared eyes although he did not allow the distance between their bodies to wax. He leaned into her and took her lips, his hands still caressing her lovely, soft cheeks as he pushed everything he had into the kiss, lust of the kind he knew she'd never have seen poured out through the kiss until he'd satisfied his thirst of her for now and then leaned back. <br><br>"You have a day, Kara", he spoke softly, his voice assuming that husky, powerfully sexy tremor that seemed to slice her in half. He slipped a piece of paper into her top sliding it down her cleavage and then leaned in to kiss her again as this time he took her breast and squeezed it hard enjoying hoe firm and lovely they felt even through the fabric. "It's your choice. Should you choose to see me again, your breasts know where to find me. I have to make a business trip tomorrow, So if you delay I swear to you, your pussy would never let you live this down.", he breathed in her ear as he slid his hand inside her cute, little skirt and then maneuvered her panties away and slid his fingers against her pussy, "this tight, little wet pussy..", he breathed and then just like that he walked out leaving confusion to take her now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 10:30:27</strong>
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				Her heart practically came unhinged as he turned her to face him and his hands came up to cradle her face with delicate and deliberate sensuality. His thumb softly carressing her cheek ever weakening her staid resistance to this strangers charm. He held her so close she could feel the heat from his body through the thin fabric of her clothing. The intoxicatingly manly scent of him tickled her nose, filling her senses with erotic thoughts as that scent planted sinful images of him in her mind. Almost as if in slow motion, his lips descended on hers. His kiss was filled with passion...and possession...Kara had the distinct impression he wanted to own her very soul. The electric fire that burst forth from her core as his kiss deepened into a lustful demand for her and her alone to satisfy made it clear that he very well might get his wish.<br><br>Her heart pounded painfully in her chest, her blood thrummed excitedly in her veins and a small whimper escaped her as his lips broke their intimate contact with hers. His deep, sexually charged voice cut through her lust clouded mind but she was only vaguely aware of the meaning of his words as he tucked the card in her blouse. A moan of desire rumbles deep in her throat as his hand squeezes her breast hard and his lips claim hers once more.&nbsp; Her mind worked feverishly to make sense of his words as his fingers once again sent shockwaves of molten desire ripping through her as they found her engourged sex. Hard shivers shot down her spine as his silken voice carressed her just before he disappeared.&nbsp; <br><br>Confusion screamed through her brain as she stood there alone....in the middle of the bathroom....desire raging out of control inside her. Had she just suffered from some strange siezure disorder? Had she been dreaming? Had she been drugged and it was all some crazy hallucination?&nbsp; The small business card peeking out of her cleavage assured her that it had all been very real. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she walked toward the sink, grabbing a handful of paper towels and wets them with cool water.&nbsp; She stands at the sink, staring unseeing into the mirror, pressing the cool towels to the heated flesh of her neck where he had applied his tantalizing lips.&nbsp; Her mind replayed the scene over and over again with glaring clarity. Her pulse jumped as she remembered his masterful touch and the enticing feel of his lips on hers.&nbsp; She swallowed hard and wiped her face gently with the cool rags.&nbsp; His incredibly gorgeous face swimming hauntingly in her vision, a constant reminder...a constant temptation.&nbsp; Who the hell was this man? And why the hell did he want her? <br><br>She left the bathroom, walking dazedly through the crowd toward the cashier's booth.&nbsp; The crush of the crowd jostled her this way and that, wayward hands groping here and there as she slinked her way through.&nbsp; Her mind too pre-occupied with her mystery seducer to spare a moment for the multitude of candidates currently vying for her attention as she made her way to the front of the club.&nbsp; Bren was already there, perched regally on one of the two stools that occupied the small room...happily taking money from the few straggles who wandered in. "You've been holding out on me you selfish bitch!" Brenda teased lightly and Kara's cheeks flamed red with embarassment. "So who is he?" she asked excitedly as Kara sat on the other bar stool.<br><br>"Your guess is as good as mine!" Kara shrugged in bewilderment. "I've never seen him before in my life!" she cried in frustration "and quite frankly...I'm a little terrified of ever seeing him again!" the admission was only half true. Secretly she wondered what he would do is she chose to ignore his invitation...but then, she wasn't so sure she shouldn't.&nbsp; After all...he could be a crazy axe murderer or something. A thrilled shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the heat of desire that had flared in his eyes.&nbsp; Brenda looked at her quizzically.<br><br>"What the hell does that mean? He seemed awfully friendly for someone you don't know" Brenda's inquiry brought forth the entire sordid story from Kara. It poured from her without stopping until she had finished.&nbsp; She would have eventually told Bren anyway...she told her everything...almost. As Kara finished her tale, she looked up to see the flush of excitement on Brenda's cheeks and the wicked smile playing at her friends luscious lips. Brenda was envious and quick with questions.<br><br>"How does he know you? Who is he? Is he a good kisser?" and so on until Kara thought her head would explode. And then Brenda asked the kicker "So? Are you going to meet him?" <br><br>And there it was. The one question Kara didn't know how to answer. She stared at the address on the card, her body jolting at the memory of his hands on her sex. Fear left her undecided. She struggled with the question for the rest of the evening...or at least until Brenda sent her home because she'd screwed up the nightly receipts for the third time.&nbsp; It didn't matter...she couldn't get him out of her head. He had worked his magic well...he was deeply implanted in her mind and senses.&nbsp; She didn't sleep a wink that night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 17:27:20</strong>
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				Sean strode out of that bathroom and into the big bustling club and within minutes he was out of sight. No one had noticed the regal confidence in his walk. The crookedly satisfied smile that was playing on his lips escaped observation. His triumph was unfortunately a quiet one. But the quietest of triumphs were the most welcome, especially in a shady business and it didn't get shadier than this. <br><br>Sean left the club and went to his hotel room , a couple of blocks away. It served multiple purposes. First he could check on his own club anytime he wanted and second he could check out Kara at her club as he pleased as well. The only downside apparently of the hotel revealed itself as he prepared to pay her a visit that night. He had taken a quick shower and freshened himself. The cool water hitting his body and rolling down his strong, powerful chest was most welcome as his mind cleared steadily. His vision was less blurred by his lust and he understood that him going to Kara's was a mission of surveillance and not seduction. He had planted the seed in her. He knew the seed was powerful. He even know that at certain and very very real times, she had fallen for his sensual torture of her. She had craved his hands, she had wanted his lips. But something had held her back. And that was why he had decided to part ways with her. He wanted her to dwell on his promise and on what had kept her back. He believed the lure of his body would win, but the only way that could happen was if she was left to brood over it. He looked at his clock. It was nearing midnight. But he was sure she was awake. It takes a lot to sleep when a stranger comes up to you and tells you that he owns you. Especially when somewhere in your being you want to be owned by him.<br><br>He took a bus to her neighborhood and walked the rest of the way to her place in order to detract any attention to himself. He had worn a simple black hoodie sweat shirt and some old, faded jeans to fit in with the street attire. It was best that no one recognized who he was just yet. He reached her apartment and climbed up the ladder at the back to her room. He knew she usually slept alone but he was suspecting Brenda might have joined her.&nbsp; He peeked into her bedroom through the window and saw her crouched and hugging her knees in bed alone, rocking her body forwards and backwards. He smiled happy to note that his observations were correct. She was obviously troubled by the developments of the day and that meant she was still interested in them, though not particularly avidly. She would definitely accept his invitation at least to set her own mind straight. Judging from her red eyes, he suspected that she had been awake for quite a while. He slid back down the ladder and went back home, more than slightly satisfied.<br><br>And so tomorrow came and tomorrow went. It was about the same time as he had met Kara the day before and he was waiting in his suite drinking some champagne as he watched the time tick by wondering how many times she had decided to come and then chickened out and then braved herself to come only to chicken out again. It was nearing the time for his meeting. He sighed. "I'll find you again", he said to himself as he pulled on his coat and went downstairs to the parking lot and pulled out in his car. "Airport, James", he requested of the Chauffeur and the engine roared to life and made its way out of the underground garage and out into the main entrance of the hotel. "Wait a minute, James, Will you? I need a drink and some air", he said getting out of the car with another bottle of champagne. He leaned against the car and let the bustling, cold wind take him as he drank deeply from the bottle waiting one last time for her to show.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 10:17:37</strong>
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				Kara's day had gone from bad to worse.&nbsp; &nbsp;All night long, every time she'd closed her eyes visions of her mystery man haunted her until she felt like she would scream. She'd finally mangaed (with a little chemical help) to fall asleep...somewhere around 5am. Normally falling asleep at 5 wouldn't have been a problem, except that today she had to be up at 7am and out of the house by 9am to meet with the manager of an important act they were trying to book for the club. She'd managed to drag herself out of bed around 8 and things fell apart from there.&nbsp; <br><br>She was half an hour late to her meeting and the band's manager was none to pleased. Kara highly doubted they would be playing at her club any time soon. She'd cursed a silent blue streak all the way across town where she'd met Brenda for lunch. Brenda, of course, was still full of questions about her encounter and the man behind it. None of which Kara could...or even wanted to...answer. His image and his sinful words wreaked havoc with her mind. Brenda had pestered her so much through lunch that, by the time she left the restaurant, she'd had a horrific headache.<br><br>Her temper was beginning to get the better of her after having gotten a flat tire on the way into the office...discovering that the alcohol order had gotten messed up...three people had called in sick...the previous night's receipts hadn't been counted...and the DJ had quit - again. And to top it all off...her encounter the previous evening and his mandate that she meet him tonight was making it quite impossible to think straight. She had to get this man off her mind.&nbsp; It was quite clear that he was incredibly dangerous to her.&nbsp; It was galling to admit that she had wanted nothing more last night than for him to show up at her door and finish the job he'd started...and she still had no fucking clue who he was! No one at the club knew him...or at least they weren't admitting it...and the only thing on the card he'd given her was an address.&nbsp; Damnit! Fine...she would just have to go and tell him she wasn't interested...that she didn't have time for this right now. It just wasn't in the cards for her at this time.&nbsp; She dug into the pile of papers on her desk in an effort to drive her thoughts back towards business.&nbsp; The hours passed slowly.<br><br>Kara had been wrestling with her own consciensce for the last couple of hours.&nbsp; She'd attempted to leave for her mystery appointment at least three times with no success.&nbsp; She simply could not see him again, the price was entirely too high.&nbsp; A firm decision to ignor the "invitation" formed in her thoughts.&nbsp; Kara was quite aware that if she laid eyes on him again...or worse, let him touch her...that she would be lost.&nbsp; She penned a quick note which conveyed her deepest appologies, but it was simply quite impossible for her to take him up on his offer. She thanked him for rescuing her from the wolves and for the enjoyable dance - she chose not to give mention to their little scene in the restroom - but she didn't have time to complicate her life any further.&nbsp; She wished him success and a long life and signed it "Sincerely".&nbsp; She folded the piece of note paper and stuck it in an enevelope.&nbsp; She wrote the address on the front of the envelope and went in search of Reggie, the bouncer for the VIP room.&nbsp; She trusted that he would deliver the note discretely and she knew he would recognize the gentleman from the previous evening.&nbsp; Reggie dashed off to deliver the note to the mystery man and Kara sat down and finally took a breath, believing that everything would be fine once he received her note and understood how she felt. Now he could move on to someone else. A funny feeling accompanied the thought of him moving on to someone else, and Kara chose wisely to ignore it as she returned to her bookkeeping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 10:58:29</strong>
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				The night seemed to have dressed itself up for their official union. The velvety blackness seemed to seep a certain calming mystique into his very soul. The gentle, tendril like wind that lifted his hair and caressed his face, billowing his jacket just a little, sneaking into his body and tickling his skin. Even the full moon had accepted his invitation and had made quite a brilliant appearance. The only thing that seemed to be missing from his perfect night was the woman that he wanted to share it with. Perhaps he had come off a little too strongly? Perhaps he should've given the age-old tradition of date before you play a chance. But then again, she wasn't as convincing as she had wanted to be in her refusal. It was true that he had set up the encounter perfectly but she did have enough opportunity to run away. <br><br>He took a swig out of his champagne bottle savoring the mint conditioned drink, staring out at the impressively lit and imposingly decorated driveway of his hotel. But his eyes held not the spark of admiration of the skillfully carved statues that welcomed potential guests to the grand hotel, but a spark of a different kind. A spark that had visited his eyes many times but only under one common condition. He smiled. Even imagining Kara walking down toward him, with a sexy smirk on her face, a teasing strut in her walk that made her hips move sensually and solely for his benefit. Her lips blood red with freshness and desire matched only by her eyes owing to his memory keeping her up at night.&nbsp; He was sure some of his current fantasy might well have been more than that. No woman can sleep soundly after being taken care of like that. He smirked again, but this time before he could wash it down with his drink, a clerk came up to him with a greeting and handed him a letter. He nodded to the young man who thanked him and excused himself.<br><br>The letter bore the same perfume that had tingled his senses while enchanting Kara the other night. He'd know its mesmerizing scent anywhere. What would she want to convey in a letter? Why would she want to convey it in a letter? The only reason he could think of, which was making more and more sense considering how late it was , was that she was not going to honor his invitation, He slit open the envelope with his pocket knife and pulled the letter out. Just as he had thought. <br><br>He smirked at the contents of the letter. It was almost as if a letter from a woman who was being courted and one who didn't want to offend the person courting her. He couldn't help but allow himself an amused little laugh. She had emphasized a lot on the other events that happened, leaving out the event that led to her gaining knowledge of the address to which she sent the letter. Perhaps she needed further persuasion. The letter made it clear that she was afraid of his anger. It was also a subtle indication, although a biased one but one that cannot be discounted considering the effect he had had on her that she was afraid she might present herself to him at the slightest glance even.&nbsp; <br><br>He called his driver. "James! Would you mind going over to this address and picking up the woman in Apartment 3E.", he ordered giving him the address, "Present her with the dress in the back seat and insist that I wish to entertain her tonight. Do not take No for an answer. Do not use force. Simply tell her that my meeting has been postponed and should she choose to refuse my cordial invitation, I might persuade her in a different way and in a more public setting. Give her this. It might help her change her mind", he said handing the letter over to James. He had added a small footnote. <br><br>'I see you only like it dirty. I understand. Perhaps we can meet tomorrow in the bathroom again and take it all the way to the dance floor! Unless you want to reconsider....'<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 13:59:49</strong>
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				Kara hadn't been home more than ten minutes when the bell rang.&nbsp; Since she'd left Brenda in the company of her latest beau, both in a drunken stupor back at the club, she was clueless as to who could possibly be at her door at such a late hour.&nbsp; The sight that greeted her upon opening the door both surprised and confused her.&nbsp; The man was obviously a driver from the clothes he wore, yet he carried a large package with him. "Can I help you?" without a word the man holds out the box for her to take and she notices an envelope on top of it...a cold dread fills her as she notices that the handwritting on the envelope is hers. It had never occurred to her that he might know where she lived. "I'm sorry." she said as she closed the door on the driver.&nbsp; She stood there, her forehead pressed against the door, her breathing ragged wondering what the hell she was going to do now when a sharp knock on the wood beneath her head startled her out of her reverie.&nbsp; She stared blankly at the offending door debating as to whether she should open it again.&nbsp; The knock came again....and again...and again. he obviously wasn't going to leave until she opened up. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her nerves and opened the door. The man eyed her patiently as he held the box out once more. <br><br>"I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour Ma'am...but I was given orders to deliver this and wait." Bewilderement clouds her brain as she tries desperately to gain a measure of control over what is happening to her.&nbsp; Stepping aside, she grudgingly signals for the man to come in and takes the box from his arms.&nbsp; She walks over and places the box on the dining room table and snatches the envelope from the top and tosses it aside.&nbsp; Kara flips the lid from the box and pushes aside the tissue paper covering the contents and gasps softly.&nbsp; Inside the box was a very beautiful, very expensive, exquisitely made gown by a top designer.&nbsp; A gown worthy of the red carpet.&nbsp; "I don't understand? I explained that I couldn't attend...didn't he read my message?" She could see that the envelope had been opened so she was fairly certain that he had indeed read the missive...and yet...<br><br>"Yes ma'am, he read your note and sent me to fetch you.&nbsp; He said to tell you that his meeting had been postponed and that he insisted on entertaining you this evening. I was instructed to have you read his response in hopes that it would change your mind" the driver's voice was steady and firm as he indicated the discarded envelope.&nbsp; Her pulse quickened as she reached for the missive.&nbsp; Gingerly she plucked the note from it's container and unfolded the lightly scented paper.&nbsp; The blood drained from her face as she read the neatly penned words at the bottom of the single sheet of paper.&nbsp; He was threatening her.&nbsp; Was he serioius? She couldn't believe he would truly think to carry out his threat...but then she remembered the look in his eyes when they stood in the bathroom. As if reading her thoughts the driver spoke up "I have found miss, that he isn't a man who takes no for answer very easily and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants." <br><br>Oh! Well, that was just dandy! So she was supposed to simply hand herself over like a carnal sacrifice? Just because he wanted her didn't mean he could have her! Or did it? Fear and excitement wreaked havoc with her senses.&nbsp; This was a dangerous endeavor for her...she was well aware of the affect this man had on her person and quite frankly, she didn't think she could refuse his advances if she saw him again. But she also, apparently, couldn't afford to risk NOT seeing him again.&nbsp; Anger surged through her veins at the thought of his manipulative ways...FINE! her mind screamed...he wanted to entertain her this evening then she would damn well let him.&nbsp; <br><br>Steeling her resolve, she snatched the dress from the box and headed for her bedroom "Wait here!" she snapped as she passed the driver. Twenty minutes later she emerged from her bedroom wearing the emerald green silk dress with it's low cut back and criss crossed straps.&nbsp; The neckline plunged deeply between her breasts revealing more of her cleavage than she was used to but she had resolved to be cold as ice and not let anything get to her.&nbsp; The dress clung lovingly to her curves as she sauntered back into the living room of her small apartment.&nbsp; She had piled her unruly mass of copper curls into a french knot at the base of her skull and secured it with dozens of tiny rhinestone hairpins and reapplied her makeup with a darker, more sultry style.&nbsp; Kara had decided to forgo the jewelry as she really didn't have any that would do the dress justice, opting instead for a simple pair of diamond stud earrings...small though they were.&nbsp; She grabbed her little black clutch and waited while the driver opened the door and she stepped out, handing him her keys to lock up as she walked toward the elevator.&nbsp; <br><br>The drive to his place lasted no more than 10 minutes...and she had fought the urge to jump from the moving vehicle with every mile that ticked by.&nbsp; Finally gaining control over herself as they pulled up in front of the building he obviously called home.&nbsp; She followed in silence as James led her to the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse suite before giving a slight bow and walking away...leaving her to face her doom alone.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and drew a veil of cold indifference over her emotions...clenching her teeth as the elevator dinged softly and the doors slid slowly open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 20:20:59</strong>
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				Revelation was not a dominion of warmth. As Sean Austin gazed over the terrace looking yonder into the city far, far below, the whipping cold night air suffused a sense of cautiously growing power inside of him. He took a sip of the drink from the glass which currently served as his company as his eyes travelled to the gate to survey the return of his limousine. James, ever the concerned gentleman stepped out first and as was his place, escorted his lovely, albeit most certainly begrudging company into his sensual haven. <br><br>The house was effusive in grandeur, bordering perhaps on excessive. Ornate carvings split from each other depicted an abstract and violent struggle in the walls of the lobby. The architecture of the magnificent hotel was perplexing and designed to be so. The eclectic nature of the Building's design was Sean's idea. The marriage of hundreds of years of history from various lands nestled under one roof rendered a romantic sensibility to the grandeur of the hotel. A trait for which Sean was treated to the Penthouse suite at his whim. <br><br>And a whim was exactly what was ruling his complete being right now as he watched the tiny speck of emerald cross the drive and enter the lobby. He drained his drink with a superior simper on his face as he stood with his back to the elevator. His core told him that Kara would make her way to him. His instincts had refused to stray him down tortuous paths and they dictated that his detachment would prove far more potent than his earlier desire to be a gentleman. A mixture, perhaps would be even better?, he wondered. But his excited reverie was broken by the ding of the elevator. <br><br>The simple on his face transmuted into a crooked grin pouring with anticipation and excitement and just that mite of self assured smugness. The transition was as smooth as ever. In fact, tonight it was imperceptible. His mind was already conjuring various scenarios and their backlashes. Running at an impossible rate, his mind was already deciphering the smoothest method of corruption. He was being dictated what to do, what to say, how to look, where to look. It was as if someone inside had suddenly woken up and started a dormant, but powerful program which was currently responsible for all of his actions. His smile broadened as he reminisced the effects of the same feeling not too long ago when he had introduced himself to Kara. His crooked smile wavered into an amused grin. If she had believed their little escapade in the club's bathroom was all he was capable of, she was going to be rather surprised. All that was left to decide was would her surprise be soothed with pleasure or would she resist him leading to a bit of pain. He smiled. Perhaps the pain might be good too. It had been long since he had taken the fury of a woman and made her his own. <br><br>The table was set in the balcony, a couple of candles held in an ornate holder aided the romantic decor set by a roof of a million, shimmering stars and the gentle tickle of a cool nightly breeze. Two invitingly filled champagne glasses would serve as in invite to her to join him, if his presence itself did not scream for that. He smiled as he heard the clip-clop of a pair of heels behind him and smiled satisfactorily. She had taken the bait. And now, she was his.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 02:12:35</strong>
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				<em>"This is such a bad idea!"</em> Kara's conscience screamed as she crossed the thresh hold. She stopped for a moment, scanning the room for his presence. She spotted him on the balcony, just standing there in his elegantly cut tuxedo, too arogant to turn around and greet her. Even his back was too damned good looking for her own well being. She slowly walked toward him silently cursing a blue streak at his back as he continued to refuse to turn around.&nbsp; Her nerves had taken a back seat to her anger. How dare he threaten her! She should walk away now and call the police...have him arrested for...well, she would think of something! But her feet refused to obey her minds command to turn and beat a path for freedom. Perhaps they knew something she didn't. At any rate, she knew she wouldn't be leaving before she had the chance to confront him - so she stopped just inside the apartment, well out of arms reach, hip cocked, arms crossed, waiting for him to turn and see the anger in her eyes. <br><br>"You are an arrogant bastard sir, and you are by no means a gentleman." A condeming smirk played at her lips as she spoke. Her tone was nothing more than factual. It held no warmth, no heat...it was merely a cold statement of the facts as she saw them. He may have gotten her here, but she had steeled her nerves and swore an oath that she would be nothing more than an ice queen. Or, at least, that was the plan....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 14:03:58</strong>
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				Her punishing tone was lost in light of her mesmerizing sight. Her condemning smirk too suffered much contortion owing to the registration of the fact of how uncannily his choice of clothing decorated her gorgeous figure. His own smirk intercepted hers as the ironic realization of the fate that was soon to befall the gorgeous dress knocked on his mind. <br><br>The next blinding realization that his acute skills of observation picked up was the distance she preferred to keep between them. Under normal circumstances, her would have surmised the act to be one bathed in loathing. But the images of her writhing body under his deliciously talented fingers&nbsp; proved to be quite cheeky little reminders of a totally different scenario. Provided she was the same woman who had endured one of his especially delightful teasing, his promise would soon be fulfilled. After all, it had been him who had chosen to apply the brakes in her bathroom. If the wetness of her slit had been any indicator, a few more of his persuasions and her strong will would have bowed down to both him and her body. <br><br>He crossed the threshold of the expansive balcony and entered that of the room. His face was aligned with a charming smile, his suit quite impeccable and his demeanor quite decidedly contrasting from that he had portrayed earlier. Suddenly the monstrous seducer displayed the charms of a debonair coquette. His eyes gazed into hers, unblinking and strong. His hand was floated to grip hers in hardly one and he lifted the back to kiss her softly, even bowing to do so. <br><br>"If the lady would please join me at the table..", he said walking a little way in front of her toward to balcony but still holding her hand in but his fingers. Deciding he should give her some time to let her mull over his sudden change, he excused himself from her side and walked out into the balcony, pouring out two glasses of wine and bringing them back to the room, "Or if the lady wish to enjoy dinner amidst chandeliers instead of the stars..", he said pointing her glass at a magnificent dining room just off the right of the open bedroom. "Drink?", he offered bringing her glass back to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 07:39:15</strong>
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				Kara's pulse beat rapid time as he turned around and greeted her with that develish smile. She desperately fought the urge to step back as he stalked cooly toward her. Her mind screamed out <em>'Run! Run like the wind before he devours you!'</em> but her feet refused to obey. Perhaps they knew something her mind didn't. Then again, if his behavior in the bathroom was any indication of his character...then she might be in over her head. <br><br>His smile was reminiscent of those silver screened devils she'd been so enamored of as a teen. His impeccable manners and teasing charm threw her off kilter. Was this the same man she'd met at the club. It was unsettling the way his eyes never left hers as he took her hand in a touch as light as air and lifted it to his lips. He bowed over her fingers as his mouth left its feather light caress on her skin, setting of flames that danced up her arm and across her tightening breasts. This was such a bad idea.<br><br>Her hand still tenuously attached to his, he turned toward the balcony and moved a step away inviting her to join him in a drink. She was completely confused as he excused himself and went back to the balcony only to return with two glasses of wine. He offered her a choice, the lions den...or the sultry seductive landscape of nature. She chose the latter. Kara took the glass of wine from his hand and sauntered out onto the patio, passing the table and stopping at the railing to gaze over the side. Dizziness made her momentarily unsteady and she wasn't sure if it was the height of the building or the fact that her nerves had been perpetually on edge since she'd first laid eyes on this man. She stiffened her back, downed her glass of wine and turned to face her nemesis. "So, do I at least get to know your name?" she asked caustically as she held her glass out for a refill. She knew she would not be drinking any more...just to be safe...but it gave her an excuse to keep him at a distance for aslong as she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Stranger (Wykyd and Insanityenviesme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 10:29:05</strong>
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				He recognized the wariness that enveloped her anger. He could smell the apprehension that was simmering inside of her since she was refusing to show him any signs of vulnerability. But what little signs she betrayed was luring him out bit, by steady bit. He smiled at the confusion he spied on her face. He could almost see the cogs working inside her head of beautiful, alluring hair, strenuously trying to process who he was. Was he the same man who all but raped her in the bathroom of her club? Is this who he really is? Or was the monster lurking in wait for her to drop her guard?<br><br>He smirked again watching her repose her faith in liquid courage to calm her, enjoying envisioning the torture that in all reality, she herself responsible for. He obliged her with the refill, pouring out almost exactly the perfect amount. None too less and especially not a drop too much, hopefully aiding her confusion to sprout a couple of more heads and properly torture her. "Sean Austin, M'lady!", he answered bowing but his head in her direction, "Pleased to finally meet your acquaintance!", he added with another sinful smirk. He truly was a depraved bastard. <br><br>He smiled at her as he made his way out to the balcony. The night was blessed with a refreshing wind guiding the fresh smell of the sea to delight their noses. The air was filled with the satiated warmth of millions of stars ably controlled by the shining full Moon. A myriad waft of delicious flavors joined the sea's intoxicating aroma as he lifted the ornate, semi circular lids off the dishes and then pulled up her chair for her, "If Mademoiselle would please join us, we may begin dinner", he said in every bit a gentleman, in every movement a polished Master and not a lustful Monster. <br>
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