What the heart wants
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				Title: <strong>What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 05:13:25</strong>
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				Kyle looked down at his watch as he ran down the hall, knowing that he was going to be cutting this close. He was dressed in a black and red hoodie with tight jeans and black sneakers, a common enough dress for the university students. He burst through the doors just before the minute changed and he breathed heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Once again he was almost late for the creative writing class but having to run from one end of campus to the other always made the run long and pressing. <br><br>After a few moments he stood up and took the notebook from his bag, placing it on the proffessor's desk to show that he had completed her assignment and then took a seat. Waiting for the class to get started. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 05:54:17</strong>
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				Jenna gave Kyle an amused look as he entered, obviously winded.&nbsp; <em>Mmmm... that looks good on you.</em>&nbsp; He'd caught her eye, or more to the point piqued her interest.&nbsp; His last paper had mentioned things that interested her personally, although it had been obvious that he wasn't writing from firsthand experience.&nbsp; His paper had been rather two-dimensional, lacking the edge of intensity that someone who'd truly experienced his subject matter could have offered.&nbsp; Had she been an actual faculty member she'd have been cautious about indulging her curiosity about the degree of his experiences, but being there by contract left her options much more... open.<br><br>The lecture that day was about adding realism to one's writing, researching subject matter, lending the edge of authority to fictional writings without having to do the true research one's self.&nbsp; She looked into Kyle's eyes during a few key statements in reference to the power of experience over guessing at reactions, sensations, and the expression of such things.<br><br>"Can someone who's never been shot write a convincing scene involving a gunshot wound?&nbsp; Can someone who's never seen the battlefield write a convincing scene involving recon behind enemy lines?&nbsp; Your next paper will involve researching something that you consider to be an intense experience that you haven't had firsthand and writing a 500 word scene.&nbsp; If you can convince me that you understand what it is to have that experience, that you can see it through someone who's been there's eyes, you'll receive extra credit in place of the lowest grade you achieve this semester."<br><br>It was already three quarters of the way through the semester and some of them were only making a half-hearted effort, so she was certain that dangling such a juicy freebie before them would garner her papers of a higher quality than most had managed thus far.&nbsp; As class drew to an end and the students collected their things, she stepped before Kyle's desk and spoke to him softly, not wanting to broadcast what she was saying.<br><br>"I'd like to speak to you for a moment, Kyle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 06:19:02</strong>
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				He reached forward to turn off the tape recorder and put it back into his backpack before standing up and looking at her. "Uh yeah, Ive got a couple minutes to spare. Whats up proffessor?" he asked as his weight shifted to one side. He kept a look on her eyes watching her closely. After a moment he pulled off the hoodie to show a normal gray tee shirt and tied the hoodie's arms around his waist. 
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 06:28:18</strong>
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				Not one to see male students as attractive normally, she found the glimpse she'd been given into his fantasy life enticing, her eyes taking in the careless way he skinned off the hoodie.&nbsp; A flash of smooth, firm flesh drew her eyes downward, a rush of heat pulsing through her at the thought of dragging her nails along the waist of his jeans.&nbsp; Her eyes had risen by the time his hoodie was clear and he was looking at her, an enigmatic smile curving her full lips.&nbsp; Breaking eye contact, she returned to her desk, needing to do something to put distance between them as the other students filed out of the room.&nbsp; Rather than take her seat she leaned back against the front of the desk, arms behind her, helping her pale blue sweater to accent her full breasts, the slightest hint of matching lace peaking from the plunging neckline.<br><br>Once the others were gone, she smiled more directly, her voice deep and sultry.&nbsp; "I found your last paper most... interesting."
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 06:37:40</strong>
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				He noticed the hint of lace and smiled a little, wondering what she looked like when she was only in her underwear or even nude but he pushed the thought away as she talked about his paper. His head tilted to the side as he thought about what he had written. "Well thats good to know. Does that mean Im getting an A?" he said in a hopeful voice.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 06:41:38</strong>
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				Taking a deep breath, arching her back so that there was no missing the swath of blue lace that was revealed, eyes half-lidded, her smile became slightly predatory.<br><br>"You want me to give you an A for writing about something you clearly haven't experienced?&nbsp; I admit your reactions were almost believable...", her brilliant blue eyes met his, her expression becoming more and more avid, "but I know how a man truly reacts to such... stimulus."
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 06:46:18</strong>
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				His smile turned to a slight frown and he shrugged slightly. "Alright so Im caught there. I just havnt found the right girl yet. Most of the ones I've met are to superficial." He leaned back against the desk as he kept watching her eyes. "So I suppose your whole speech was aimed at me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 06:49:25</strong>
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				"Kyle, dear, surely you don't think you're the only one who writes about things you aren't experienced in?"&nbsp; Crossing her ankles, she rocked her hips slightly, her breath hitching at the pleasure of the friction her movement caused.&nbsp; "You just happen to be the only one I'm interested in educating personally."
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				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 06:54:40</strong>
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				he raised an eyebrow at that comment wondering if she was talking about more extra credit. "So private tutoring for me?" he asked. A hand came up to brush away an errant of hair as he thought about it and sat down on the edge of the desk. "Alright, so tell me what the plan is."
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:00:24</strong>
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				<em>Mmmm... so deliciously eager...</em>, she thought to herself.&nbsp; A low chuckle escaped her as she stood, walking toward him slowly, stopping only when her thighs straddled one of his knees.&nbsp; Her navy knit pants were relatively tight, whispering softly against the denim of his jeans.&nbsp; Bringing one finger up to trace his lips with a feather-light touch, her voice was barely above a whisper.<br><br>"The plan, as you so aptly put it, is to teach you exactly how a man reacts to being put in the position that you wrote about... exactly what thoughts run through his mind as he experiences things that many find distasteful or strange because they're too ignorant to open themselves up to experiencing all that their body has to offer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:05:17</strong>
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				He was suprised as she straddled his knee and his hands moved to set on her hips as a natural reflex. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard, feeling a little nervous about her statement. "Ok...so what now? Go back to your office? or your place?"
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:13:46</strong>
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				She didn't comment on his touch, although her eyes dropped to his hands momentarily, then rose to meet his again.<br><br>"Let me be clear... your grade isn't riding on this.&nbsp; This isn't compulsory... but if you agree to it, you will see it through to the end.&nbsp; If you stop me before I'm done with you, it all ends right there.&nbsp; No hard feelings, no affect on your grade... just no more personal tutoring.&nbsp; Is that clear?"
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:17:56</strong>
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				He nodded slowly and looked down and then up, taking in every inch of her. "I understand. I think I want to experience everything you're willing to offer...grades or not I've always been interested in you too." he stated as his eyes traced back up to look into hers.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:33:29</strong>
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				Reaching into her pocket, she retrieved a business card with her home address, personal cell number, and private email address written on the back of it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Send me your schedule."<br><br>Stepping back, her smile was genuine as she resumed her professional exterior, non-verbally indicating that he was dismissed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:37:23</strong>
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				He looked down at the card and read over it before looking up at her and nodding. "Alright, how about I call you tonight and we can talk about when to get together?" he asked, already tucking the card away into his wallet and getting ready to go to his next class.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:45:09</strong>
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				"I'll be available between 7 and 11."&nbsp; With that she returned to her desk, sitting down and concentrating on her papers, although she called out, "Have a lovely afternoon!", as he left the room.<br><br>Of course she couldn't concentrate.&nbsp; Had she really just offered to educate a student in a sexual manner?!&nbsp; What the hell was she thinking?!&nbsp; Even as she thought it she knew the answer, though... it had been over a year since her last relationship had ended in a painful implosion that left her distant from men in general.&nbsp; For some reason this one's paper had touched her.&nbsp; She'd sensed a longing to know what the reality of what he'd written about was and felt the need to help him explore what she knew could be a truly mind-blowing experience.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:57:15</strong>
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				"You too!" he answered. <br><br>He went throughout the rest of the day somewhat distracted. Always thinking about the few parts of lace he had seen under her clothes and the offer she had made. By the end of the day he came back to his dorm room and plopped down on the bed. He took out his phone and the card, stopping as he wondered what he should say to her. His fingers dialed her number and he put the phone up to his head, listening to the tone as he waited for her to answer.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 01:59:16</strong>
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				She was able to keep her mind on her work for most of the afternoon, only allowing herself to return to contemplation of the young swimmer's upcoming lessons as she walked to her car to head home.&nbsp; She wanted to get started as soon as possible, to see what she was working with and spend the last month of the semester teaching him all that she knew about what his body was capable of.&nbsp; When her phone rang she smiled and answered immediately.&nbsp; "Hello?"<br><br>Hearing her voice on the other end made him blush just slightly as he recalled the things she had said earlier that day. He wasnt sure what to say so he started with a simple greeting. "Hey professor, its Kyle. How are you?"<br><br>"I'm doing well.&nbsp; And you?" &nbsp;She was amused by the pleasantries, but saw no reason not to dance the dance of polite conversation.<br><br>"It was kind of a long day but Im doing alright." he answered. A small smile came to his lips as he felt some friendlyness with her proposition. He was sure what she had said would be on both their minds by now<br><br>"Do you have any plans this evening?" &nbsp;Pleasantries over, it was time to get to the point.&nbsp; Why waste time on the phone if they could speak face-to-face?<br><br>"No, nothing planned. Ive got one paper that I need to do but I havnt researched anything for it yet." he answered as he sat back on the bed.<br><br>She chuckled softly.&nbsp; "Is that so?&nbsp; Assigned by anyone I know?"<br><br>"I dunno. It was by proffessor Ray. Im not sure if you know her or not." he answered.<br><br>"Hmmm... no... I'm not tenured, so I don't know very many of the other professors.&nbsp; When is it due?&nbsp; I wouldn't want to interfere in your study schedule."<br><br>He gave a slight chuckle at her response "Its due in two weeks. Ive got lots of time and like I said i still need to research it."<br><br>"Well then... would you like to join me for dinner?&nbsp; I see no reason not to get started tonight, if you're not opposed to the idea."<br><br>He nodded slightly and then looked out the window, thinking about it. "I think I'ld like that. Want me to stop by right now?"<br><br>"I'd like that very much.&nbsp; My address is on the card that I gave you.&nbsp; I'll order takeout... do you like Italian food?"<br><br>"Italian sounds great. I going to grab my jacket and head over right now. See you soon alright?"<br><br>Assuming he could find his way to her home, she smiled in anticipation as she replied, "See you soon."<br><br>After placing a quick call to her favorite Italian restaurant, Jenna freshened up, applying sparse makeup and slipping into a thin royal blue sheath dress without changing the pale blue lingerie Kyle had gotten a glimpse of after class.&nbsp; She only lived twenty miles from the college, so she didn't figure she had long before her guest arrived.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 02:13:04</strong>
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				Kyle approached the house, checking the numbers against the card she had given him one last time. This was definatly the place. He didnt really dress up for the occasion, he was only in a pair of jeans, a gray tee shirt, and a brown leather jacket. With some nervousness he rang the doorbell, standing there like anyone might have when stopping by to see a teacher.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 02:55:19</strong>
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				Running her fingers through her hair, she took a deep breath before opening the door.&nbsp; Her beautiful blue eyes were ringed by subtle liner, her lashes thick and sooty, lips rouged with a brighter color than she wore at work.<br><br>"Good evening, Kyle.&nbsp; Please... come in."<br><br>Stepping aside, she left him only enough room to squeeze through, making sure that he would have to brush against her fully to enter her home.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 03:01:57</strong>
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				He took one step in, probably closer then she had anticipated as the whole front of his chest, legs, and pelvis brushed up against her. Then the other step followed, pushing his body just slightly up against hers to let her feel more then just a brush. When he was passed her he took a long look around the room and then back at her, smiling handsomly. "Thanks for the invitation...this is a nice place."
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 03:07:45</strong>
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				Breathing deeply of his scent as he moved past her, she closed the door, then moved to stand behind him.<br><br>"You're welcome, our repast should arrive shortly."&nbsp; Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear.&nbsp; "I don't know about you, but I'm quite hungry."&nbsp; As she finished she pressed against him fully, her arms encircling him, pulling his jacket open slowly, then back off of his shoulders.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 03:11:03</strong>
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				He didnt fight her at all, in fact his hands moved to pull the sleeves away from each wrist as he leaned back. He wanted her closer then she was, so close there was nothing in between them, not even air but he knew that was a long way off yet. "Sounds good. Im definatly going to eat a lot tonight." he whispered, hinting at something else in the process.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 03:19:19</strong>
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				Purposely exhaling across his ear, she chuckled breathily.&nbsp; "My sweet, I hope to offer you a feast the like of which you've never experienced."&nbsp; <br><br>His jacket removed, she laid it aside, her hands moving to his shoulders, fingers digging slightly into his muscles.&nbsp; Her hips pressed against him, grinding slightly even as she traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 03:24:48</strong>
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				He let out a content Mmmmm sound and leaned back just slightly, his hands moving behind him and around her thin waist till he could pull her closer. "That sounds great." he whispered in a needing voice, liking the idea of eating her out so much that he pictured them both in his minds eye. Both of them covered in sweat from hours of love making and her moaning so loud and with such intensity that it slowly turned into a scream as he licked her. <br><br>After a moment he shook his head, the idea and image fading as he looked back. "Almost a shame having to wait for dinner, dont you think?"
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 04:18:25</strong>
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				As if on cue the sound of a vehicle pulling up could be heard, at which she chuckled softly.&nbsp; "Speaking of which..."<br><br>Stepping away, she returned to the door and opened it just as the delivery man reached for the doorbell.&nbsp; He looked slightly shocked, then smiled as he held her food out to her.&nbsp; Taking it, she thanked him, then closed the door and walked down the short hallway to the dining room.&nbsp; Placing the food on the table, she flashed Kyle a smile over her shoulder, then nodded toward the chair nearest to him.<br><br>"Relax, my sweet... I'll get plates and cutlery so we can enjoy our meal."<br><br>There was extra sway in her hips as she left the room, returning a short time later with the necessary things.&nbsp; Serving up their meal efficiently, she settled across the table from him, her toes caressing his ankle as she took up her fork.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 04:26:07</strong>
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				He watched every step she made and followed her into the dinning room, taking a seat and arranging the silverware as he liked while waiting for her to dish everything up. "This looks good. What exactly did you order?" he asked while picking up the fork. Then he stopped as he felt her toes brush against his ankle and looked across the table with a bit of suprise and a warm smile.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 04:35:17</strong>
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				"Does it matter?"&nbsp; Quirking a brow, she moved her toes further upward, reaching the inside of his knee.&nbsp; "Chicken Alfredo... plenty of protein for tonight's endeavor."<br><br>She ate a light meal, finishing rather quickly in her eagerness to get her hands on her student.&nbsp; Finishing, she rose and moved to stand beside him, nodding slightly as he made to stop eating.&nbsp; "No, go ahead and finish.&nbsp; There's no need for you to rush."&nbsp; Reaching down, she took a plump piece of chicken between her finger and thumb and offered them to him, holding it in front of his lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 04:41:50</strong>
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				He ate slowly, not wanting that feeling of her foot to leave him when they were finally finished. Yet at the same time he wanted to rush to hurry up and get his hands on her. As she stood and moved behind him he could only watch her hips sway and with the offered piece of chicken he ate it and lifted the fork to his lips, eating the last few bits with some hurry. "So could I ask, why me? I know you dont do this with just any student so why me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 04:50:23</strong>
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				"I told you, your paper.&nbsp; You write most convincingly, Kyle.&nbsp; I sensed an eagerness in you to truly know your subject matter, and I know that it can be difficult for a young man to find a teacher who doesn't simply want to utilize him and discard him."<br><br>Once he finished she took his hand, leaving the dishes and uneaten food behind as she led him to the stairway.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 04:52:37</strong>
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				He followed her up the stairs, thinking about what she had said and he tilted his head to the side. "So was there anything specific you liked about the writing. Any scenes or settings in particular or was it all of it?" he asked curiously.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 18:16:19</strong>
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				Pausing on the stairwell, she turned and raised the hand that wasn't holding his, cupping his cheek.&nbsp; Her thumb very lightly stroked his lips as she moved in close enough that her breasts were pressed against his chest.&nbsp; <br><br>"It was the tone of your work... it struck me that you don't know what your body is capable of, that you want to explore, but haven't found anyone to indulge your desire."<br><br>Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, she smiled at him.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 21:10:50</strong>
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				The answer to his question had suprised him but the real suprise came from the gentle kiss of her lips. He hadnt been expecting that, or at least not so soon. His hand moved up to hold the one on his face for a moment as he tried to find something to say but he ultimatly shook his head side to side as if to wake himself out of a dream like state. "Im not sure what to say to that." he admitted.
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 21:18:54</strong>
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				"You don't have to say anything, Kyle.&nbsp; I want you to promise me that you'll tell me if I do anything that you aren't comfortable with."&nbsp; As if laughing at her own joke, she giggled for a moment before composing herself.&nbsp; "Maybe a better way to phrase that is to ask that you tell me if I do anything that you can't handle... because what we're going to do may include a bit of discomfort...", her lips curved into a sultry smile, "but I promise you that it will be worth it."
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 21:28:42</strong>
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				He nodded slowly and wondered what exactly she ment by discomfort. He looked into her eyes and his fingers curled around her hand as he smiled. "I will but this is my first time so I want to do a lot of experimenting too. That way i can find out what I really like and what I really dont like"
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				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 22:12:34</strong>
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				"Trust me, sweetheart... you'll get your fill of experimentation.&nbsp; It won't all happen tonight... but I promise you that when our lessons are complete, you'll know exactly what your body is capable of."<br><br>Pressing another soft kiss to his lips, she removed her hand from his cheek and turned to lead him to the top of the stairs.&nbsp; At the end of the hallway was her bedroom, large and dark.<br><br>"Wait here a moment..."&nbsp; <br><br>Giving his hand a squeeze, she moved away from him.&nbsp; There was a slider switch beside her bed that controlled track lighting that formed a warm, soft circle of light on the floor at the foot of her bed.&nbsp; Returning to his side, she took his hand again and led him into the circle of light.<br><br>"I want to see what I'm working with."<br><br>Eager to see him surrounded by the soft, flattering light, she backed away from him and sank down at the end of the bed, leaning back, flattened hands on the bed behind her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Show me, Kyle."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 22:25:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle followed her into the room, taking note of how it looked and of the atmosphere it portrayed. He stopped within the circle and looked back at her with a look of uncertainty on his face. "Alright." he said a bit nervously before he took a deep breath. <br><br>His hands came up to the rim of his shirt, just in front of his belly and slowly untucked the tee shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Underneath was a well muscled frame with a six pack on his belly and all of it was devoid of body hair. He slowly folded the tee shirt before stepping out of the light to set it by the dresser and then returned to his original position. This time kicking off his shoes and socks which he layed neatly just outside the circle. Then he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his jeans and pushed them down, showing toned muscular legs with great strength and flexibility in them. As he folded the jeans up and turned she could see the deep blue set of boxer shorts that hugged his hips and bottom. Finally his hands came to the boxers and slowly slide them down his long legs. Underneath she could see his hips which were perfectly balanced between muscle and flesh but most notable was the large manhood that hung down, only partially hardened by her words and the fact that he was on display. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 22:44:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he complied she made soft sounds of appreciation, occasionally offering soft words of encouragement when he seemed out of sorts.&nbsp; What he revealed was all that she'd thought it would be... the body of a young athlete, the perfect palette for what she had in mind.&nbsp; Once he was revealed to her, she looked her fill, sitting perfectly still.&nbsp; Her eyes crawled over him from head to toe, not hesitating anywhere in particular, simply familiarizing herself with every inch of him.&nbsp; After completing her perusal of his front-side she looked into his eyes and smiled hungrily.<br><br>"Turn around... I want to see all of you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 22:47:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up and into her eyes, still somewhat nervous but did as she had asked. When he turned she saw much of the same thing, a perfect mix of muscle and flesh. Not to muscular, not to skinny. His head turned to look back, trying to gauge her as she looked at him and wondering what was going through her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 23:21:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna couldn't help but squirm.&nbsp; She'd never taken a young man under her wing this way, her previous experiences having happened when her curiosity had exceeded the experience level of her lovers.&nbsp; She'd never struggled with her sexuality, once she trusted someone she was wide open to trying anything and everything she could think of.&nbsp; She'd spent a fair bit of time considering how she would begin with Kyle... a fair bit of time that had led to many wonderfully intense orgasms at her own hand.&nbsp; <br><br>At that moment her planning was a bit fuzzy, the urge to pounce on him causing her to grit her teeth.&nbsp; After looking her fill she slowly rose, her voice low and intense as she approached him.<br><br>"I ask that you do as you're told, that you follow my requests without question unless I ask something of you that you can't do."<br><br>Reaching him, she stood by his side, her breasts mere centimeters from his arm.&nbsp; Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, she brought one hand up to cup and caress his firm buttock.&nbsp; He stood five or six inches taller than she did, which only heightened her arousal.<br><br>"Note that I didn't say something that you don't want to do... I fully expect you to do as I wish unless you truly cannot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 23:29:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down into her eyes and a fair shade of scarlet desire spread over his cheeks. "Ill try my best. I want to experience everything with you. I know its probably a little cliche, or maybe even funny hearing this from me, but try to be gentle at least."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 23:41:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling, she moved before him and pressed against him fully, reaching up to pull his lips down to hers and kissing him hungrily.&nbsp; She wanted to reassure him, to push him out of his thinking mind so that he could let go and feel what she had to offer him.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 23:47:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned in more pressing his lips tightly against hers, urging her to go as far as she wanted. She felt the thick member brush against her as well, hardening from just that simple kiss to tell her that he was aroused and growing more so quickly. His hands set on her hips refexivly as he leaned down and pressed his lips lightly against hers. Everything was so new that he had trouble just going along with it. He wanted to learn how to be the best of lovers and it took concentration but at the same time he wanted to delve into all the emotion and feelings which required less of it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 01:32:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling back, she brought her hands to his face, framing it as she tilted her head and lightly traced his lips with the tip of her tongue.&nbsp; Her eyes were wide open, watching his reaction as she moved her hips ever so slightly, clearly enjoying the fact that he was becoming more aroused.&nbsp; She was nothing if not gentle, but she sincerely hoped that before their lessons were over, he would beg her to be anything but gentle, because she wanted to show him where that edge was as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:12:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stared into her eyes as she pulled away just slightly. His hands pushed behind her and closed around her till he could pull her closer to him. Both of them set on her bottom and gave a gentle exploritory squeeze as if he were testing her and simultaneously urging her on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:16:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gently catching his lower lip between her teeth, she sucked it ever so gently, allowing him to guide the action for a moment.&nbsp; It crossed her mind that it would be lovely to be doing this without her dress in the way, but there was no need to be in quite that much of a rush.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:25:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she caught his lip he looked up with a bit of nervousness on his face. Had he done someting wrong already? Had he done someting right? Was this going to lead to something else or was it just a piece of the puzzle he still had to solve? There seemed no way to know but his body responded all the same. Even through his nervousness his manhood grew in length, thickness, and hardness. It seemed to be his only guide for now
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:37:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suckling at his lip a bit more forcefully, she slid her hands downward, along his neck to his shoulders, her fingertips gliding along his skin.&nbsp; She applied enough pressure not to tickle, splaying her fingers as she reached the rounded muscle at the point of his shoulder and gliding her hands down his arms.&nbsp; When she reached his hands she gently urged them away from her, moving them behind his back.&nbsp; Releasing his lip, she spoke barely above a whisper, "I want to explore you fully before we get too caught up.&nbsp; Your hands are to remain clasped behind your back."<br><br>She wasn't sure how he would react, although she fervently hoped that he would comply and give her the opportunity to find out where he was most sensitive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He swallowed hard, nodding slowly as his hands move behind him and the fingers interlaced together. "Alright." he said in a barely audible yet wanting tone. He wondered if that kind of command and obey structure was normal with most couples or if it was unique to just them. He rarely heard of things like it happening in relationships but he was sure most men didnt talk about everything that happened behind closed doors.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Flashing him a pleased smile, she released his wrists and trailed her fingertips upward, touching the surfaces she'd missed in her downward sweep.&nbsp; Reaching the tops of his arms once again she stepped back, flattening her palms and dragging them down the slope of his chest.&nbsp; As her palms reached his nipples she paused, massaging his firmly muscled chest slightly, pinching his nipples slightly with her thumbs before continuing her journey downward.&nbsp; Her eyes followed her hands, her lips slightly parted, her expression intent.&nbsp; <br><br>She could feel her pulse in her sex, her cheeks flushing with her desire for him, even as within her mind she settled into a slow and steady place of exploration rather than the heated flash of hunger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 04:55:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His breathing grew a bit heavier, not faster, but just deeper. Taking more air into his lungs as he looked into her eyes. As she pinched his nipples he breathed in sharply and gave just a hint of discomfort but didnt say anything. He wanted her to explore him, to get used to the curves of his body till she knew every inch of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 05:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands reached his abdomen, pressure slightly increased so that she wouldn't tickle him.&nbsp; Turning her hands as they slid lower, her inner wrists glided past his prominent erection without touching it, her hands splayed to the sides as she continued her journey downward.&nbsp; Slowly she sank as her hands glided lower, her face so near to his sex that he could feel her breath caressing it.&nbsp; Her eyes continued to follow her hands, though, his sex otherwise ignored for now... at least outwardly.<br><br>Inwardly, though, she was elated at what was revealed to her and had to carefully train her thoughts on the area she was exploring or risk missing out on the bulging musculature of his thighs.&nbsp; Sinking lower, she didn't stop until she reached the tops of his feet, her hair just slightly brushing against his shaft as she leaned forward slightly to slide her hands around to the backs of his ankles.&nbsp; Moving at the same slow, leisurely pace, she slid her hands upward, purposely tickling the backs of his knees slightly, her eyes rising and pausing as his shaft aligned with her mouth.&nbsp; Licking her lips, she looked up at him, smiling softly as she rose.&nbsp; Her hands reached his buttocks and she paused to massage them slightly, making a low sound of approval in the back of her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 05:14:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As her body lowered and explored him he continued to look down and watch every move she made. As she kneeled in front of him he couldnt help but invision the beautiful woman on her knee's and giving him the most intense blow job he could imagine, which only aroused him even more, and as she continued down and then back up his body he found himself a little disappointed that she didnt fulfill that image there and then. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 05:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her voice was almost a growl when she asked, "I wonder.... will you allow me to explore all of you, Kyle?"&nbsp; She massaged the firm globes of his ass more forcefully, pulling them apart slightly, her fingers working their way toward the tender wrinkled flesh that lay hidden.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 05:55:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				he nodded slowly, choking back a whispered "yes" as he looked down in her eyes. The firm massaging motions of his rear made his hips press back into her hands and buck just slightly. By now he was so horny that he could hardly stand it and he had to work not to touch himself in front of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 06:03:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nearly bared her teeth, her fingertips reaching their destination.&nbsp; Rising on her toes, she captured his cock between her thighs, pressing herself against him fully as she very gently spread his cheeks wide and burrowed her fingertips into him slightly, reaching the firm ring of muscle and massaging it as she moved her hips back and forth, which effectively simulated him fucking her shallowly.&nbsp; Her breathing became quick and shallow, the friction of his glans against her slickened clitoris driving her to move more urgently, although her massage of his tender flesh remained gentle and steady.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 06:13:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her movements caught him off guard and suddenly he found himself wanting to retreat from her probing fingers by instinct and yet push on closer to her by instinct. The second she touched the enlarged member she could feel the blood pumping heavily through it giving off a feeling of throbbing need. His cheeks turn a soft shade of scarlet as he looked to the side, trying to avoid her gaze. <br><br>Even as his body told him to retreat from her fingers he found that somewhere deep in his soul he liked the gentle massage of the muscles in his bottom. It was confusing to him, having been raised in a society that said this was wrong or this was something that only men that liked other men would do. Yet even when he was so confused by the sensation he wanted more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 06:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sensing his confusion, having expected it in fact, she kissed him softly, then slid her cheek along his until her lips were at his ear, removing the need for him to look her in the eye.<br><br>"Relax, sweetheart.&nbsp; I can feel the tension in your body."&nbsp; Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she was rather breathless as she continued, her movements against him becoming more controlled and rhythmic.&nbsp; Feeling his tension, his fear, refocused her mind on his education rather than her gratification.&nbsp; "Relax and let yourself feel what I'm doing to you... enjoy it for what it is... the touch of a woman."<br><br>She didn't press into him any further, continuing to massage him steadily, allowing him to control whether or not her fingertips pressed into him any further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 06:36:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its just that...everyone says that this kind of thing is gay..." he whispered into her ear. He was still a little confused and afraid. Although more fearful because of society's view then because of the reputation fo pain when it wasnt done right. "Im...not so sure about this..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 07:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Most people would have stopped at that point, they would have backed off when he showed reservations, but she knew better.&nbsp; She knew that the pleasurable sensations would make her case along with her words, although in the deepest, darkest corner of her mind she longed to force him down on her bed, face-down, and take him by force.<br><br>"Do you trust me, Kyle?&nbsp; I don't doubt your masculinity even remotely, baby.&nbsp; There's no mistaking what is thrusting against me.&nbsp; Don't let the fears of others stop you from enjoying all that I can offer you, there is nothing even remotely gay about enjoying my touch.&nbsp; It feels good, doesn't it?&nbsp; Can you deny that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 07:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up into her eyes shaking his head side to side for a moment as he grew a little more comfortable with the idea. "No I cant. It feels good, I just...nevermind. Its not important. You're right, everyone is wrong about their views of a man and...there." he whispered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 08:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Breathing lightly across his ear, she whispered, "There?&nbsp; I'm going to touch you <em>there</em> until we can speak of it without hesitation, without reservation... until you can look me in the eye and ask me to do so because it's what you desire."<br><br>With that she slowed the massage, then very gently worked her fingertips away from his puckered flesh, massaging his buttocks as she pressed against him fully and rolled her hips with his cock trapped.&nbsp; Her appetite flared again but she ignored it, moving back a step and smiling at him warmly.<br><br>"Time for something new, my sweet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 08:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few moments of gentle massage he let out a very light and barely audible moan. He liked the idea but he was still nervous about it, still unsure about the actual acts that she wanted him to perform. "New?" he questioned, wondering what she had planned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 08:49:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She backed away from him, stepping out of the circle of light.&nbsp; Moving to her bureau, she slid the top drawer open, her back to him.&nbsp; Retrieving two leather straps, she turned to him with them dangling, the little metal D rings at one end of each strap jingling melodically.<br><br>"Have you ever been bound?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 08:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N...no. Never." he replied, feeling a little nervous about the idea of giving up control but just like with her gentle massage of his anus he felt something deep inside him. A desire? A need? He couldnt give the emotion a name
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:10:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stopped just short of stepping into the light.<br><br>"Hold your hands in front of you."<br><br>She smiled warmly when he complied, moving to the edge of the light and wrapping one of the straps around his wrist, threading the other end through both D rings and then doubling it back over one ring and beneath the other.&nbsp; Moving to his other wrist, she did the same, then pulled his wrists together and snapped a small carabiner between the end rings.&nbsp; Moving steadily and smoothly she pushed his wrists up and over his head, settling them behind his neck, leaving his elbows widespread.<br><br>"Mmmm... so beautiful..."<br><br>She didn't purposely use a word normally used to describe a woman, there simply wasn't a better word to describe the way that he looked, his arms bulging, the muscles along his sides clearly defined.&nbsp; She dragged her hands over the tops of his shoulders, down his chest, her finger curled just enough for her nails to come into slight contact with his skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He held his arms up and looked into her eyes, a bit of nervous delight flashing in his eyes as he watched her. His wrists pulled apart just slightly and he found himself aroused by the feeling of being restrained to the points that he had little control. "Now what?" he asked shyly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:19:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her expression was gleeful as she answered, "Now you try to pull free."&nbsp; She pulled her hands away and retreated out of the light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:22:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didnt think it would be hard but as he lowered his arms and tried to pull his wrists apart he found out otherwise. The ties had them locked together and unflinching in his captivity. It brought a bit of worry to his face but also delight. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled as he realized that he was well and truly bound, the first sign of something other than sweetness creeping into her tone.<br><br>"I want you to know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you are mine.&nbsp; You will not be released until I'm done with you.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, as long as you're bound you will be my pet.&nbsp; Remember, if at any point you want it to end, you simply say so, and it will end immediately."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded slowly as he looked into her eyes, finding the idea of being hers something that aroused him as much as seeing her nude and in front of him. Maybe more so. "I'll keep that in mind." he replied before looking back down at the restraints and wondering what was next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:39:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tone was formal, although not mean as she asked, "Where do your hands belong, pet?"<br><br>A rush of power flooded through her, her posture straightening as she drew in a deep breath, her focus razor-sharp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:41:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her and then raised them slowly up into the air. "Up here I guess?" he questioned
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:45:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes narrowed, "Really?&nbsp; Is that where I placed them?&nbsp; You're going to have to do a better job of taking instruction if you want to be a pleasing pet... because that's the only kind I keep."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 09:49:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodding understandingly as he placed his hands behind his neck again and continued to watch her. He noticed that her tone was different but at the same time somewhat exciting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 10:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once he'd resumed his previous position she stepped into the light, her fingers going to his nipples, rolling them and pinching them slightly, with no intent to cause pain.<br><br>"And now we find out exactly where you're sensitive... how does that feel?"<br><br>She watched his reaction with interest, varying the pressure and degree to which she toyed with the hard little nubs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 10:12:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a sharp breath once again and of mixed emotion. Partially of discomfort and partially of arousal. "Different..." was his reply. He couldnt pin it down to one particular sensation or another for the moment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 19:03:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pinched a little harder, pulsing the pressure as she watched him closely.&nbsp; At the first sign of actual discomfort she slid her hands around the sides of his ribcage, flattened and following the planes of his body, lowering her head the little bit that she had to in order to press a kiss to his left nipple.&nbsp; Extending her tongue, she flicked his nipple with the tip of it with increasing pressure, until finally she closed her lips around the darkened skin that surrounded the hardened nub and sucked slightly, her tongue flattened and wriggling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 19:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her carefully, noting what she did and how she did it. He breathed deeply as he felt her lips and tongue touch him and leaned back just slightly, pressing his body closer to her and urging her on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 20:12:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving to his other nipple, she gave it equal treatment, curling her fingers and lightly scratching his back in the manner of someone affectionately doing so for a loved one.&nbsp; Completing her task, she kissed her way upward, reaching his collar bone and swirling her tongue around in the hollow the position of his arms created.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 20:29:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He made a soft "Mmmm" sound as she kissed and licked her way up and leaned into her as she stopped at his collar bone. This was a little different but nice at the same time. He wanted to ask how he was doing so far or something like that but for the moment he was speechless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 21:04:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving up further, she dragged the tip of her tongue along his neck, her body pressed fully against him as she rose on her toes to reach his ear.&nbsp; Hands flattened, she kneaded his back randomly as she tilted her head and nipped at his neck teasingly, just shy of doing it hard enough to actually hurt him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 21:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave another slight moan as he moved his neck to the side, giving her more room. It was odd that he enjoyed being bitten, even if it was so light but he couldnt deny the feeling as much as he might have wanted to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having dampened his skin, she pulled back slightly and blew across it, her body undulating against him as she basked in the pleasure of such full contact.&nbsp; Again the thought that her dress was in the way crossed her mind and she hesitated, deciding that it was time to do something about it.&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping back from him, but not quite into the dark, she reached down and gathered the blue fabric of her dress in her hands at her hips, shimmying as she pulled it upward, working her way out of it.&nbsp; A pale blue confection of silken lace was revealed, offering a pretty accent to the shapely body that it contained.&nbsp; The matching panties were of the same intricate lace, scant and shaped in a delving V in the front and the back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 05:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He became speechless as she undressed in front of him and gave him greater view of her body. His eyes fixated on her, looking from head to toe and smiling handsomly as his eyes stared into hers. "You know you're gorgeous right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 06:08:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her chuckle verging on a giggle, she dropped her dress on the floor beside her and moved in again, this time kissing her way upward from his other nipple, giving his collarbone and neck the same treatment on the other side.&nbsp; Reaching his ear, she whispered, "It's sweet of you to say so.&nbsp; I think it's time for us to move to the bed."<br><br>Guiding his hands over his head, pulling them down until they were in front of him, she then led him to the bed.&nbsp; Urging him to sit down on the edge, she leaned down and kissed him hungrily, her tongue invading his mouth and she held onto his wrists.&nbsp; She wanted to wring cries of pleasure from him, to hear him whimper and plead, and she knew the perfect place to begin that journey.&nbsp; Ending their kiss when she finally needed to draw breath, she moved away to turn on the lamp beside her bed, which lent a warm glow that wasn't too bright.<br><br>"Lay down, pet.&nbsp; Get comfortable."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 06:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed her to the bed without protest and sat down, leaning forward as their lips met to urge her into kissing him with everything she had. Ideas of her on top of him and riding him for hours entered his minds eye, arousing him more with every passing second. However as she pulled away just a bit he was filled with a little disappointment till he heard her command. To it he layed back amongst the sheets and pillows, relaxing as he looked into her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 06:39:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching him get comfortable was a singular pleasure, one that had her aching at her core.&nbsp; She walked to the end of the bed, her eyes roaming over him as she did so, then crawled up between his legs on her hands and knees.&nbsp; Moving carefully so that she didn't touch his sex, she positioned herself over him, straddling his hips, and leaned down to kiss ravenously.&nbsp; She knew that she was being a little rough but she wanted to know how he would react so didn't back off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 06:44:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was surpised by the sudden burst of energy and need in her as she crawled up on top of him and kissed his furiously. He tried to relax though, knowing that in a way he was urging her on. He just hadnt expected her to go this far this quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 06:59:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reading his reaction as positive, she decided to go a bit further.&nbsp; Pulling back and looking into his eyes, her voice was barely above a whisper.<br><br>"Time for some sensory deprivation, pet."<br><br>Climbing off him, against without touching his sex in any way, she went to her bureau and retrieved a silk scarf, the pattern subtle, swirls of black on gray.&nbsp; Returning to his side, she lovingly slid the scarf through her closed hand, enjoying the cool softness as she did so again.<br><br>"We'll begin with your sight..."<br><br>Placing it across his eyes, she gently cupped his head and lifted it, then efficiently tied the scarf in place.&nbsp; Making sure it was flush against his skin with her fingertips, she asked, "Can you see anything?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 07:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No" he answered, shaking his head side to side as he answered her. "Feels kind of wierd having my hands tied up and then being blindfolded."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 07:07:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good weird or bad weird?"&nbsp; Her smile was obvious in her voice.<br><br>Moving away from him, she paused, giving him a moment to adjust to this new development.&nbsp; Moving stealthily, she reached down and brushed the pad of her index finger across his left nipple, careful not to touch him in any other way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 07:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good...maybe I should have said different instead of wierd?" he questioned. He felt the bed move subtley and as she touched him and found himself a little suprised and thinking that this lose of sight thing could be fun in a way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 07:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The movement of his muscles as he subtly reacted drew a low, hungry sound from deep within her and she continued to tease him, offering feather-light touches in random places until she could no longer resist the obvious.&nbsp; Quietly wetting her fingertip between her lips, she lowered her finger to his glans, rubbing it in tiny circles around the warm, smooth skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 07:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His back arched just slightly and he took in a sharp breath at the touch of her slick skin and the slow rubbing touch urged him on. "Wow, this is...nice...different...a lot of things." he whispered softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 23:48:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Broadening the circles she made with her fingertip, she needed to wet it again before she reached the point of running it along the firm ridge of his glans.&nbsp; Leaning forward, she realized that her mouth was watering and licked her lips, this time licking her palm so that she could rub the flat of it against the weeping head of his cock.&nbsp; Unhappy that it moved around too much she wrapped her other hand around its base, her grip firm.<br><br>"It heightens the other senses when one is removed.&nbsp; Has anyone ever played with your cock this way?"<br><br>She was aware of the sad trend of perfunctory intimacy that entailed little more than fucking like rabbits and was curious if he'd experienced anything more in depth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: What the heart wants</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 06:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head side to side and leaned back, breathing deeply. "No, never. Never even had a girl touch me there before." he admitted. He felt the moist hand run along his skin and he leaned back and breathed in sharply as he felt a beautiful surge of pleaure shoot through his body.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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