Lessons of Life (Eeyore & Malina)
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				Title: <strong>Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 21:59:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">&nbsp; (http://i35.tinypic.com/dd0qi8.jpg)</div>When the bell rang, she started. She had been staring at her reflection, wondering what on earth she was doing. Had she really spent an hour showering, washing and conditioning her hair, peeling her elbows and feet, later applying lotions, perfume, selecting a set of underwear only to decide to wear just the knickers (http://i36.tinypic.com/14jp16u.jpg), styling her hair into that shimmering, wavy bob, but leaving it wet, then applying make-up with nervous attention to every detail, all to look her best, suggestive, sensual, sexy, but not too obviously seductive, yes, as much as possible like what she had worn earlier, in the office? <br><br>Why had she at all cared to avoid the obvious, stage this whole thing to make it look coincidental, accidental, when she had been fantasising about him having sex with her for hours now? Shame. She was married, had a good husband who probably still loved her, if he ever found the time to think about it. Their beautiful daughter, Lily, had just turned sixteen, was making friends at her new school. Freshly uprooted, the last thing she needed was for her mother to risk a divorce. Also, Helen was a successful lawyer, and that man was her colleague, and office affair, impossible, she had a reputation to lose, as had her husband. In all the years of her marriage she had not been unfaithful once, had never wanted sex another man. <br><br>Why now? All this had to do with moving to the USA, for his career. He had promised he would have more time for his family, but that had not happened. She saw less of him than ever, had no friends, here, to distract her, sooth that ache of longing and loneliness. All she had left was her work. She was unhappy, homesick. This was no home, this elegant house, representative, far more American in taste than she would have liked, unfamiliar, too large, really, and always, except for a few meals or when husband showed it off to someone during some informal dinner, it seemed, she was alone in here.<br><br>Until recently, when a certain colleague and her had formed this habit of taking work to her home outside office hours. It had begun casual, with convenience, her house lay on his way home, was always quiet, all the necessary books were there, and all the food they wanted, they both liked to cook, have a glass of wine, and chat. It had felt, for some time now, as if he might become a friend. He was interested in her, and interesting himself, charming, quite handsome. <br><br>She had ignored that, at first, all dutiful wife. He had been the one person to make her laugh and feel good here, who had broken through her isolation. She had begun to rely on him to make her feel good, a dreadful mistake. And then, instead of being reasonable, putting an end to it when the flirting had lost its innocent, when there had been these moments of eye contact or sudden silence, of too much intimacy, she had let it go on, run its course, worse, had contributed to it, wanted it. And now? Did she really mean to take it a step further, her?&nbsp; <br><br>Had the bell rung only five minutes later, she would have changed her mind, into another blouse, with a bra under it, would have slipped into a jacket, pulled her hair back into some formal up-do, and dismissed this plan to seduce him. But the scene was set, and there was no time for alterations. In the hall, her shopping bags stood as if left there in haste, her keys and folders lay on the table as if forgotten, her purse she had flung on the sofa, her shoes kicked off at the foot of the stairs, as if she had been running upstairs to take a quick shower, and had not been quite finished dressing again by the time he came. <br><br>She had worn her grey skirt (http://i37.tinypic.com/293xc8o.jpg) to several meetings, but never without tights under it. The silvery white silk blouse she had meant to return because the top two buttons would always open after a time, which now had been perfect for her purpose. Such a blouse, one without the button issue, she would only have worn over a bodice or a padded bra, it was not see-through, bot so thin everything worn underneath, or her nipples, would be noticeable. The bell rang again, and she rushed out of the bath, pushed her feet into &nbsp;a pair of sandals &nbsp;(http://i36.tinypic.com/zvvu3t.jpg)and ran downstairs. <br><br>Opening the door, Helen McLean was just as breathless as she would have wanted to appear, had her mind still been on the plan, not frozen in shock about herself, and looked just as beautiful, slightly tousled, and as interrupted in the process of getting dressed, as she had meant to, as if she had put on her blouse in haste and forgotten to grab a jacket or vest because he already had rung the bell a second time, and as awkward and stressed about it all as she felt, if for quite a different reason. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 18:35:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://actasifblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/man-in-suit.jpg)</div> Richard had spent a typical day at the firm, going over one of the many cases he was working on. For him, it was interesting work that paid rather well. He liked the lifestyle such things afforded him and his sleek new BMW only testified to that. He pulled the speedy sports car up the driveway before parking it. He wasn't home yet, but was at the next best place.<br><br>Helen was a relative new comer to the firm, a European, but the two of them had quickly hit it off. She was smart and witty and different...not to mention beautiful. They had quickly partnered up on a large project and were soon frequenting her home after hours to continue on their project. Of course, the flirting had certainly picked up and Richard thought that the two of them genuinely liked each other. Helen, however, was married. <br><br>It didn't stop Richard from flirting or from dressing smartly for her. He always wore a spotless business suit and today was no different. Nice black slacks and shoes, with a matching blazer and white button down shirt. He had ditched the blazer and tie in the back of his car - it was far too formal to wear when kicking it back a little - and had undone the top two buttons on the shirt, giving himself some breathing space. He could really go for a glass of whiskey on the rocks right now, he thought, grabbing his briefcase out from the back of the car.<br><br>It was an old fashioned type of suitcase, made of leather and well worn. It wasn't anything like what the metrosexuals of today carried with them. Presently it contained dozens of papers and files on their current case. He had always been a pen-and-paper type and hadn't fully transitioned over to doing everything on a computer. It was near impossible for a virus to wipe out paper files after all.<br><br>His lithe frame moves silently along the path to the front door and he rings the doorbell. She'd be expecting him, of course, as per their usual meeting, but when she greeted him at the door she had a slightly disheveled look about her, like he had interrupted her in the middle of changing. Not that he minded at all - her blouse was far more revealing and he could see the soft outline of her nipples straining against the material, and her smooth legs were bared. His eyes spot the bags a little further inside and he quickly reasons that he had caught her a little earlier then expected.<br><br>"Hey you - want me to come back later? Looks like I caught you a little busy."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 10:01:09</strong>
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				All her life, once she had made up her mind or considered the dice cast, Helen would go through with her strategy, cool as a cucumber. When she had rushed to answer the door, she had known that this was the moment. Now, she would either seize it, or never make a second attempt. In the few seconds she stood panting, smiling up into Richard's face, her frantic struggle between guilt and duty, apprehension, too, on the one side, and defiance, desire, and a touch or recklessness on the other, came to an end. <br><br>Consequences be damned, she thought, I will not be lonely and dissatisfied for the rest of my life because the only man I ever was with can't be bothered to waste his time or attention on me after luring me here with false promises. Our most sexual activity is a peck on the cheek. It's been going on for years, now, moving here was supposed to change everything. But it's only become worse, and now I'm stranded in the States, cut off everything that made it at all bearable back in England. How much longer am I supposed to live like this? I'm thirty-two, what does he expect me to do, dry up, because he isn't interested anymore? I certainly won't buy tons of toys, chocolate and smut novels, and resign myself to a life where everything a woman needs from a man is missing. No. I'm going to have an affair, a lover, a man who really sees me, wants me, and will bloody well fuck me, too! <br><br><div class="floatright">&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i33.tinypic.com/a3zfuv.jpg)</div>She ran a hand through her wet hair and laughed. "Oh, nonsense, please, do come in, Richard!" She stepped back and opened the door wide for him. Warm summer air brushed in and rippled the thin silk of her blouse, let it flutter against her left breast and press against the other, giving him an even better view of its nipple. The first of the two notorious buttons tore free, apparently unnoticed by Helen, to reveal just a hint of the cleft between her breasts, like a promise. <br><br>"I've done a bit of shopping, and got stuck in traffic. When I finally came home I so desperately wanted a shower I persuaded myself there'd still be enough time..." She smoothed down her skirt as if to reassure herself the blouse was tucked in neatly, but she knew well the gesture might lure his gaze towards her flat stomach, small waist, and the elegant curve her hips and thighs described in this skirt.<br><br>Leaving it to him to close the door, she headed towards the spacious living room, decidedly too American in taste, in Helen's opinion, but American visitors would instantly spot a difference, and usually find it 'charmingly European'. She hoped Richard's eyes still lingered on her skirt, to see it play around her bare legs and cling to the rounded outline of her behind. <br><br>Before disappearing from his sight, she paused to call back over her shoulder. "Would you care for a whiskey? Morris sent some over from Scotland, one of his surprises. It was delivered just this morning, I haven't had a chance to open the box yet, but knowing Morris, we're in for a rare treat."<br><br>Without awaiting his reply, she fetched two glasses and set them down before the sofa. Curiously, she studied the small wooden box she had found in the parcel this morning, along with fudge for Lily and some shortbread for all of them. It gave no clues regarding its content, or the distillery had come from. Her hand hesitating over the lid, she looked up, and smiled expectantly towards the door. <br><br>If Richard had followed her, he could easily spot another rare treat from there, a peek deep into the v-shaped opening of her blouse, onto the outlines of her smooth, firm breasts, so beautifully rounded. She wondered when Richard would notice just how different she looked from the far less suggestive office look he probably would have expected...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 16:54:25</strong>
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				Richard found himself feeling a little excited, the loose blouse button offering him a rather enticing view of her chest. He had always found her attractive, though had certainly kept things professional with her, and he wasn't going to complain about any views she offered him. Her slightly flustered look was actually a pleasant break from her usual office-ready attire and he found his heart fluttering. He certainly enjoyed their blatant flirting but things have never progressed more then that, as much as he had wanted them too. She was married, after all, and he never made the first move on a married chick - as beautiful as she was.<br><br>"Of course." He responds, taking the final few steps inside before turning to shut and lock the front door. He perked up his ears a little but didn't detect the sound of anyone else at home. It'd just be the two of them, which meant some heavy flirting again. A perfect way to finish off a business day. "Traffic always strikes when you least expect it."<br><br>He follows her through the house, knowing it almost as well as his own at this point, following her into the living room, his eyes drawn to the shape and movement of her ass. Her bare legs held a certain appeal to them without the guise of stockings. He couldn't help but wonder what level of undress she would have been in if he had arrived a few minutes earlier. He tried to push the thought from mind.<br><br>"Whiskey sounds great." He responds as he stood over her, his eyes dropping back down to her exposed cleavage. He wondered if she knew how sexy she looked right now, the wet hair, the snug skirt, the blouse that threatened to reveal even more of her. He sets his suitcase down on the table before sinking onto the sofa beside her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 02:28:54</strong>
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				She began to enjoy herself. She had never tried to seduce a man other than her husband. She knew how to do it, and even better how to avoid sending certain signals. Usually, she had made use of this in order to ascertain flirting would not overstep acceptable limits, that her intention was clear that all should remain playful, without deeper, erotic undertones. Her body language had served to keep things harmless. Now, she wanted the exact opposite, let everything appear coincidental, perfectly natural, while doing her best to render every movement, posture, and glance suggestive, sensual. It was exciting, made her feel truly a woman again, sexy. It was arousing. <br><br>She did not answer his comment on traffic, but smiled when he accepted her offer, and opened the box. Inside was a dark bottle, with a label that was handwritten in Celtic looking letters, and in Gaelic. After a perplexed pause, she shook her head with a laugh. "Typical! Unless you speak Gaelic, we're none the wiser. Shall we try it anyway?" She held out the bottle for him to inspect. It was an opportunity to twist sideways to look at him, now that he sat next to her, and in doing so, to at least let the blouse fall open a little more, but perhaps even cause the second button to open.<br><br>It did not, for now, but it strained deliciously, the silk now being pulled tighter over her breasts. Her nipples tingled, and she was sure they must be quite visible. "Maybe he sent a note along with it, though." Leaning over the box to see whether a card or note they could decipher had come with it, she allowed her leg to touch his. Her skirt had travelled up when she had taken a seat, and now, her bare knee and thigh brushed against his leg, moving seemingly innocently while she rustled around in the wood shavings. There was no card, and she settled back into the sofa, allowing her skirt to slip a few centimetres higher up her thighs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 02:53:36</strong>
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				He looks down at the bottle, fingers brushing hers as they exchange hands. He looks at it but can honestly say he didn't recognize the label nor speak Gaelic. He also had no idea that his lovely coworker was going to try and seduce him tonight, not that he would protest her advances in any form. He holds the bottle up a little higher, trying to make out any lettering that he could read but gave up a few moments later. As he handed it back to her, he couldn't help but look down the top of her shirt, which seemed much more exposed tonight then before.<br><br>"I think I might have skipped out on the Gaelic class." He responds with a smirk. "I'm not one to say no to anything, so lets crack it open and figure out just what it is." He agrees wholeheartedly, eying her breasts that seemed to strain against her blouse for release. He didn't shy his leg away from hers when it brushed up against him, instead glancing down further briefly, noting how her skirt had risen up a little higher, revealing more and more of her leg.<br><br>He unstoppers the bottle and pours them both a glass before handing one to hers. "Lets hope this stuff doesn't kill us right?" He jokes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 23:39:42</strong>
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				When he had studied the label and handed the bottle back, she let her fingers ever so slightly brush his, lingering barely a fraction of a second too long for it to be an entirely casual, incidental touch, and smiled to herself, noticing, yes, almost feeling, where his eyes had strayed, where his glance lingered. She moved her arm slowly, gracefully, knowing that it would let her breast shift and strain against the fabric, allow him an even better view for an instance as she leaned forward. <br><br>"Me, too." She chuckled, meeting his eyes as he smirked. His next words had an irresistible double meaning, and she added a hint of sensuality to her tone when she replied, holding his gaze. "I'm not one to say no to anything, either - as long as it looks promising." She cocked her eyebrow, and laughed cheerfully, as if it had been no more than one of their usual flirtatious remarks. "Yes, lets open it. It's probably one of the finest whiskeys to be found in all of Scotland." <br><br>With a contented sigh, she let herself fall back against the back of the sofa, in the way one would after a long day, seeking a comfortable, relaxed position. Her leg still touched his, her skirt travelled up another centimetre. Her eyes lingered in his face, she saw him gaze at her leg, and shifted it ever so slightly, opening her legs more, just minimally so, while she pulled the on not brushing against his closer. <br><br>She was pleased with herself, confident it all seemed perfectly natural, harmless, while it was far from it. She wondered how long she could tease him like this before he would realise the invitation, and act upon it - or would he? She watched him uncork the bottle, the amber liquid he poured into their glasses. She took hers an lifted it against the light, inhaled its scent and smiled. "Och, surely ye'll agree such ae guid whiskey's well worth dying for?" She protested in a quite authentic Scottish accent, and laughed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 23:56:41</strong>
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				The innuendo in her words did not go unnoticed either. Already things had gone beyond their typical flirtation. The way she was dressed - the first time he had ever caught her in such a state - and the accidental touches, the hidden meanings behind their words. It made him warm and tingly inside and he certainly didn't shy away from contact with her. But, he reminded himself, she was married, had an attractive daughter, and would never take things beyond a harmless flirting. He wasn't going to act unless she did so first.<br><br>He smiles at her again as he hands off the whiskey. He swishes it around in his cup before taking a whiff of it. "Certainly smells strong...I guess I will be the gentleman here and take the first sip to see if it truly is poison." He says, waggling his eyebrows at her before bringing the glass to his lips. He takes a small sip, feeling it burn all the way down, before letting out a pleased sigh. "Ah...it certainly burns.." He smacks his lips together, then feigns a convulsing attack, sliding back against the couch before going limp, head tilted to the side away from her...careful the whole time not to drop or spill his glass of whiskey!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 07:09:28</strong>
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				She could tell her manoeuvres had the effect she wanted. The erotic tension that was building up already pleased her. She was in no hurry, an overly direct approach was not what she had in mind, she wanted Richard to be truly interested when she made her move. Once there was no mistaking her intentions, she wanted to be very sure it would not end with dreadful embarrassment. She had a small but persistent fear he might think less of her for this, refuse to become entangled in - adultery. Their relationship had been so full of ease, charm, fun. If what she planned should ruin that, she would feel shabby, lost. Her one friend in this country would become someone best avoided, just to be in a room with him could then be awkward. <br><br>"Yes, I'm afraid the task of being a gentleman lies all on your frail shoulders, for you must agree I&nbsp; wouldn't fit that description even if I tried." she chuckled, and sipped her whiskey in turn, relishing the rich, malty flavour. "Oh, this really good!" She declared with a satisfied sigh, and sank further back into the comfortable sofa, stretching out her legs. With slight astonishment she watched his antics, part of her was amused, part of her wondered if this would be a typical example of the adult American's sense of humour. <br><br>"Oh, dear. You can't possibly die on me, Richard, it would be perfectly beastly of you, quite rude and dull, although you'd surely make a handsome corpse." Speaking this in a low voice, she had leaned over him as if to inspect him, and the last sentence she had spoken close to his ear, so that her warm breath tickled his skin before she straightened up and leaned back again, sipping more of her whiskey, and noticing with satisfaction that button number two had finally had had the good sense - and timing - to slip free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 21:51:19</strong>
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				Richard continued to play dead, so to speak, even as he listened to her words. He felt his heartbeat quicken as she leaned in close enough to him that he could feel her hot breath on his cheek. It was certainly as close as they had ever been and had a quite intimate feel to it. He felt his flesh tingle with goosebumps as he breathed in the scent of her perfume, though with closed eyes he was not able to notice the second button of her blouse had slid loose yet.<br><br>"I have heard," He murmurs softly, still feigning death, "That the kiss of a woman is the only way to cure such a death from Scottish Whiskey." He says boldly, wondering if she would continue to play along and give him the fabled kiss on the cheeks. He waited a moment to let her digest the words before slowly turning his face towards her, cracking open an eye to see what her reaction would be.<br><br>His glass of whiskey remained steady in his hand, not a dropped spilled despite his dramatics.
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				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 14:55:59</strong>
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				"Indeed? I heard it just the other way around, that there are kisses you can only hope to recover from with a decent shot of Whiskey." Her smile and tone were equally amused and sensual, she had every intention to play along. He felt air brush over his skin and could smell her scent, hear the soft rustle of her clothes as she placed her glass on the table, then reached over to place one hand on his chest as if to feel for his heartbeat, and lightly touched two fingers of her free hand on his neck. <br><br>Under the pretence of searching for the spot right above his artery, she gave his skin the slightest, most casual and incidental seeming caress possible. "My, you're right, you're as dead as can be! Let's hope the rest of what you heard will also hold true."<br><br>She leaned closer, gazing into his face as he turned it towards her, and gave his one, peering eye a wink before she did kiss him, very lightly, on the cheek. It might almost have passed for innocent as it was such a feathery touch, but something in the manner in which she allowed her breath to spread its warmth over his skin, the time she took, the way her lips moved as they touched him, that he felt her smile before she drew back a little, that a strand of her soft hair fell into his face, tickled along his temple, jaw, ear, neck, was hardly accidental, leave alone harmless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 22:36:12</strong>
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				He felt&nbsp; not one but two hands on him as she mimicked checking his heart beat. As opposed to a dead man it was actually beating quite rapidly as he turned his head towards her. Her warm breath graced over his skin, sending chills down his spine as she gently kissed him on the cheek. It was far more intimate then casual, her hands only amplifying it. His chest would feel toned and hard under her touch.<br><br>His eyes opened and locked with hers and everything suddenly seemed to narrow down on the two of them, sitting as they were, faces inches apart, bodies turned to each others, her hands on his chest. The loose strand of hair tickled his skin as it feel loose from her head. He couldn't control himself as his hands responded, one gliding to lightly touch her just above the hip, the other rising up to her face. His finger tips tickle over her temple as he brushes the stray hand out of her face, pressing a little more firmly against her hair as he tucks it behind her ear.<br><br>"What happens if the whiskey and the kiss cancel each others affect and I am still dead as dead can be?" He murmurs softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 06:14:35</strong>
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				Gosh, did he feel good, she had had no idea he was that toned underneath his suits! She wondered what he would look like, what the rest of him would feel like. Interest stood in her eyes when his gaze met hers. She had shifted, leaned closer to him, the warmth their bodies radiated hung between them like an invitation, rose slightly perfumed from her skin through the now generous décolleté of her silk blouse, and her leg lay alongside of his, her bare skin nearly touching his trousers. <br><br>She could not repress a smile, so pleased was she when his hand sneaked around her, so that his palm rested on the tight skirt, while his fingertips had a far more intimate contact to her, as nothing but a fine layer of silk separated them from her skin. It had been so long since she had felt a sensual touch, intimate, conscious, not just her husband habitually touching her without thinking, or any hint of sexual undertones. Her body, hungry for such sensations, such attention, flew into a state of arousal so fast it surprised her even though she knew how starved she was for this sort of thing. <br><br>Her smile changed as it grew, what his other hand did, those fingertips at her temple, that gesture of stroking back her hair, had tenderness, a different intimacy, was like a lover's touch. And she wanted him as a lover, she did not want to lose or ruin their friendship, that warmth, intimacy, closeness, not for sex alone. she wanted, needed, both. That testified how her marriage had deteriorated over time, how much distance had grown, how few expectations survived. For a second, her guilt was acute, then ebbed away. <br><br>She tilted her head, her fingers stroked along his neck, playfully, lightly, but abandoning the pretence of innocence. "Then, I'd have to try all the harder, take other measures, more radical ones, I'm afraid." She grinned, teasing, the hand on his chest touched him more firmly, felt his muscles, but she held herself back, still, with that new, that other concern in mind. "You are my only friend here. I wouldn't want to lose you. Or to hurt you." She had said it seriously, meaning every word. But could she resist, even if it would ruin everything? She simply had to kiss him, feel and taste his lips, just once, just a little. She leaned closer, her lips brushed against his, a mere whisper of a touch. She should draw back, now, quickly, but found she could not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 16:19:00</strong>
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				He had no idea how she felt about her curreent marriage, or that it could possibly have deteriorated to the extent she considered it had. He was starting to feel the stirrings of arousal as her hand danced across his chest, pressed against him in a manner that suggested she was more then checking him out. Not that he minded, of course, as she didn't shy away from his touch - his one hand on the silk of her blouse, a thin veil covering her skin, while his other hand, having brushed the stray strand of her, dropped to rest lightly on her thigh where their legs touched.<br><br>Her fingers on his neck were like fire across his skin, warm to the touch and with out the pretense of innocence anymore. "Some things are worth risking." He murmurs back as she leaned in. Was he really doing this? Her lips brushed across his but she didn't pull back. Nor did he. His eyes fluttered close as he leaned forward - just a hair - to press his lips against hers, testing the water so to speak.<br><br>A soft peck, then another as she didn't pull away. On the third he pressed his lips more firmly against hers, tongue slipping between his parted lips to tentatively lick across hers. His hand on her waist tightened, almost starting to pull her towards him while his hand on her thigh began to squeeze it softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malina</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 09:35:48</strong>
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				The stiffness of his shirt rustling against her finger, and beneath, his warmth, the fast beating of his heart, the smoothness of his skin, of firm muscles, all this was a siren song of seduction, drew her, drove her on. 'Some things are worth risking.', he had said, and as her body, starved for the sensual bliss of a touch, was already aroused, she was impatient, no longer interested in flirting and teasing, slow seduction, and she took these words as if they had been absolution granted prior to a crime, a letter of indulgence, set her free to sin without minding the consequences. <br><br>With every peck, her fingers opened one of his buttons even before she realised what she was doing, her attention had been with her other hand, on his face, his eyes, his reactions, his words, the kisses, and with the third kiss, her hand slipped under his shirt. He did not have to pull her closer, the mere impulse of almost doing it was enough to make her lean into him, against him. His tongue licked along her lips, and hers soon met it there, sliding along it, flicking, circling. <br><br>The reactions of her senses to these tiny motions let her self-restraint crumble. Her kiss intensified, grew hungry, her lips pressed harder against his. Breathing hard through her nose, her leg slipped over his, she lay half on top of him, her leg rubbed against his, her breasts pressed into his chest as both her hands tucked and pulled to free his shirt, it suddenly seemed a waste of time to bother with more buttons. She wanted the shirt off him, to feel this skin, this flesh, against her own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons of Life (Eeyore &amp; Malina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 05:04:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They seemed to melt into each other as they kissed, weeks of pent up desires and passion suddenly spilling forth. All thoughts of what they were doing had fleeted his mind as her hands had slid under his shirt. She was married, and had a girl, but that didn't matter anymore. He wanted, he needed, her. And she wanted him too. Her lips and tongue responded to his and they were soon pressed tightly together. His tongue pushed confidantly into her mouth, pressing deeper into hers as he felt her slide her leg over his. He leaned back a little, letting her comfortable lay against him, his arms on either side of her hips now. <br><br>Her hands began to tug his shirt out of his pants. She wanted this as much as he did, and making out wasn't where it was going to stop. His hand, on the hip of the leg that she had hooked over his leg, slid boldly down to squeeze her ass while his other slid under her loose blouse to press against the bare skin of her hip, sliding up a little as they passionately continued to kiss.
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