A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:13:35</strong>
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				Rafael Da Silva woke up with a start. The globules of sweat dripped down his perfect visage. This was the face women swooned over. Young women, married women, mothers, irrespective. He got up and looked himself over in the mirror, as models often tended to do. A slight stubble had grown on his face and he decided that he wasn't going to shave it off. It gave him an almost sophisticated look. A man of intelligence and taste. He washed his face and sat down on the couch next to the bed and lit a cigarette. <br><br>His eyes surveyed the room and turned to the bare, smooth white buttock curved toward him. He smiled and spanked it. The brunette lying on his bed and stirred and smiled at him. She had a ravenous look on her face. She got up and jumped onto his lap licking his chest and perfect abs. He caressed her bright red nipples momentarily with his tongue, and clutched her ass with his big hands. Then he pulled away. <br><br>'I have to go. Big day today,' he said, pushing her aside onto the bed and getting up.&nbsp; 'You can leave whenever you feel like,' he said, as he put on a black polo T-shirt, jeans and a brown jacket. The brunette mumbled something unintelligible and seemed angry. He didn't care. He had an appointment with Rita Davis today. She was the most sought after photographer in the business. They were doing some preliminary test shots for a book he was to be a subject off. He was really excited about this project. Also, he had heard a lot about Rita Davis. Many a model had tried his luck with her and failed. She was faithful to her husband and docussed on her work. He couldn't wait to meet her.<br><br>He put on his shades as he got into his Alfa Romeo convertible. He was aware of the stares of a couple of women on the sidewalk who seemingly couldn't take their eyes of him. He was used to that these days. He winked at them as he put on his shades and revved up the car. He zoomed through the city and arrived at the studio.<br>(http://www.senormc.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Jamie-Dornan-2.jpg)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:14:31</strong>
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				Rita was already at the photo site, long before Rafael arrived.&nbsp; She had a legion of assistants, it was true, but she felt you didn't get to the top of your profession by handing off the work.&nbsp; She knew a number of photographers who obviously didn't agree with her, but their work suffered, in her eyes.&nbsp; She didn't take pictures for the money, or even the fame, but becuase she loved the art, and she loved being the best.&nbsp; That meant each shoot had to be everything.&nbsp; This was no different.&nbsp; Some would have relaxed knowing that with a subject like Rafael they could do no wrong.&nbsp; But Rita was out for perfection.<br><br>As Rafael's car arrived at the villa where they were shooting, Rita was adjusting the lights, yet again, revising the basic setup she had directed the assistants on.&nbsp; She could hear the sound of his arrival, both his car and the commotion that was stirred in his wake.&nbsp; But she remained focused, bent over her equipment.&nbsp; The day was bright and warm and so she was dressed in a light white halter top, matching white capri pants with the hint of a panty line.&nbsp; They were both loose enough to let her move.&nbsp; She was a physical photographer and knew she would be in motion all morning.<br>(http://www.hairstyles123.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/rachel-weisz-14.bmp)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:14:59</strong>
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				Rafael arrived at the beautful villa where the photo shoot was supposed to take place and got out of his car. It seemed to be a hive of activity. Lot of people seemed to be setting up the set. There was one woman that seemed to be trying to put everything in place. And she was a beautiful woman. Rafael's interest was piqued. He was the kind of guy who was interested in almost every woman. They were conquests to him. The sound of their orgasms just boosted his already bloated ego.<br><br>He walked into the villa and looked around. He decided he wasn't going to go searching for the photographer. She would come to him. He walked over to one extremely inviting couch and settled down, picking up a newspaper from the table. He lit another cigarette, blowing nonchalantly waiting for her. It was going to be an interesting day. He hoped she was a beautiful woman. And he hoped she was married. That always gave him a big kick.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:15:32</strong>
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				Rita could see all the assistants, especially the women-though not just the women-looking in the direction of the living room couch, just inside the patio doors where she was working.&nbsp; She assumed the star must be there.&nbsp; He was undoubtedly gorgeous, everyone knew that, but must be especially so to affect even this jaded crowd.&nbsp; Still, Rita herself paid him no mind until her work was done.&nbsp; Her profession, her life was about beauty, but she was never tempted by the men and women who paraded in front of her lens.&nbsp; She had happiness and love at home, and had seen too much of this industry to not see the shallowness of these models and their lusts.<br><br>Her job was to turn that shallowness into something deep and profound, and that was her job here. When things were set as close to perfection as she could manage without the actual subject, Rita stood, dusted off her hands and stepped off the patio and inside.&nbsp; She had to admit, to herself, a moment of stunned awe when she saw her subject arranged there perfectly on the couch.&nbsp; He was better in life than he was on the photos she had seen, she realized.&nbsp; His casual beauty just sitting there made her question herself, whether there truly was anything she coudl bring to match what he had already brought.&nbsp; "You must be Rafael," was what she said though, always the professional, extending her hand.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:15:55</strong>
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				He stood up. He was always courteous, though he never meant it. The woman was beautiful. In fact, it was the woman he had noticed earlier. There was a certain air to her. She was sexy, intelligent but reserved. He liked the type. His face automatically broke into a smile. That winning smile that made many a woman swoon with desire.<br><br>&nbsp;'Yes, and you must be Rita. It's a pleasure. I have always wanted you to photograph me. They tell me you always find the truth,' he said. Her halter top and capri pants complimented her body and her whole person. She was just the type of woman Rafael liked. Although people didn't give him much credit for it, he was a very smart guy. Deviously so.That's why, generally the women were no match for him. He looked around. ' You seem to have a lot pretty faces at your studio, Ms. Davis. Or is it Mrs.?'
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:23:29</strong>
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				Rita couldn't pretend that the smile had no effect on her.&nbsp; She saw now that this was not one that simply had looks.&nbsp; He was a charmer, a seducer.&nbsp; No wonder she heard so much talk of him.&nbsp; She held his hand firmly for the appropriate amount of time and then let go of it.&nbsp; It would take more than a charming smile to shake her, though she would say that his was one of the best she'd seen.<br><br>"It's Mrs. Davis," she told him with only the slightest curls of amusement to the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; She knew that with most men like this Rafael the admission wouldn't scare him off, it might even fan his interest.&nbsp; But it was so decidedly formulaic.&nbsp; Most flirting was, she supposed.<br><br>"I hadn't really noticed," she answered him, about the faces at her studio.&nbsp; "Perhaps you find what you're looking for.&nbsp; I see quite a collection of able and enthusiastic talents here.&nbsp; As you said, our job is to capture a truth, and sometimes that takes real work.&nbsp; If you're ready we can get to work.&nbsp; You could tell me your goals in this project, or something about you, help me get to what we're going to try to capture here with you."&nbsp; <br><br>Rita turned and walked back toward the patio.&nbsp; She was more excited about the concept of working with such a beautiful subject than excited by his presence.&nbsp; It didn't seem that was the case for all her assistants though.&nbsp; "Can we look busy please?"
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:45:42</strong>
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				His face broke into a smile. She was a strong woman. An independent one. The kind you would see at feminist meetings.&nbsp; That's what struck him about her. She wasn't going to be the usual swooning type. He followed her to the patio.<br><br>'I want to capture every part of a model's life in this book. The sex, the women, the drugs, the cigarettes, the money, the fame, the red carpet, the runway, the designers, everything. Uncensored, uncut full frontal pictures of what it is to be a model. To achieve that I'm willing to go to any lengths. No holds barred. I'm a guy with very loose morals as some people would say. I'm game for anything as long as it makes sense to me.'<br><br>He really was passionate about this project. When it came to doing work, he was a professional. He wasn't just the face in the picture. Lately, with his star power he had been trying to influence the way the camera looked at him. Trying to find what he wanted as well as the photographer. He had been able to do that only after he established himself. He felt he had earned it. He looked at Rita.<br><br>'Look Mrs. Davis. I find beauty in most things. And I want this book to be beautiful. Even in it's ugliness. I hope that gives you an insight,; he said as he settled down on an armchair on the patio.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 22:14:15</strong>
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				Rita was taking up a camera and checking the light meters as she listened, not expecting to hear much other than whatever his press agent had quoted to him.&nbsp; Halfway through his little talk though she found herself, camera hanging in her hand, sitting and actually listening.<br><br>She realized she had unpeeled another layer in a subject who was quickly becoming much more interesting.&nbsp; This man was not a himbo.&nbsp; He was unapologetic and crude, clearly, or at least wanted to seem so.&nbsp; But he had a vision that was compelling, and artistically interesting.&nbsp; This would not simply be some book of Fabio pictures, but something that pulled a layer off of someone's life.<br><br>"I have to say it does," she said, looking into his eyes sincerely for the first time.&nbsp; She broke the gaze, realizing she had grown captivated by his little talk.&nbsp; Checking the camera settings she moved into a position where she could best capture him there on the chair.&nbsp; She preferred to start with something natural to the subject, even if it wouldn't make a great picture.&nbsp; Better than starting the day by barking orders.<br><br>"And so how do they propose that we capture all that?&nbsp; Is the publisher truly planning on having me follow you around?" she asked him as she began taking a few simple photos.&nbsp; Talking from behind the camera was second nature to her, her lens taking in the patio scene as a whole before trying to compose something.
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 09:09:44</strong>
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				He watched her talk from behind the camera. She seemed to be a natural at it. She wokred in the interstices, he noticed. Talking, but all the while looking for something to capture. His eyes followed her every movement. She seemed to be at home. At ease.<br><br>He enjoyed being in front of the camera. It felt like home. He had been modelling sincehe could remember. He had been part of baby apparel ads, youth apparel ads. Now he had become somewhat of an underwear megastar. Every major undergarment company had a contract with him. Somewhow he found the lewd exposure of his body with just a sprinkling of cover stimulating. He derived pleasure from the fact that more women looked at his ads than men. Women wanted to be with him, and men wanted to be him. It was a good place to be, he thought, smiling inwardly.<br><br>'The publisher is a bit of an idiot. All he wants is to make it as sexy as possible so that the female population buys a copy each. He doesn't really care about the artistic relevance of it. I like to think that I do and I know for a fact that you do. This is a huge project for me. I'm ready to go about it in any way. If you want me to stay at your place, or if you want to stay at mine, if you think that would really capture the true story then so be it. I'll have to make sacrifices, sure, but I'm up for it. I didn't always have all these toys, you know. But you're the painter of the potrait. I leave it up to you. However you want to go about it.'
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 15:41:56</strong>
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				Rita smirked a little bit as he commented about staying at her place.&nbsp; Anything to end up with the two of them in a bedroom, she imagined.&nbsp; She hadn't been wrong about him being a lothario.&nbsp; Just a more intelligent one than you would guess from looking at his ass.<br><br>Which she was looking at, along with the rest of him, guiding the viewfinder up and down his body.&nbsp; This sort of work started with that, the body.&nbsp; Her first job was to capture him in a beautiful way.&nbsp; If this project really panned out she would peel away the layers and the truth would come first, not beauty.&nbsp; But for the test photos she knew what they wanted.&nbsp; They wanted to see how lovely, how captivating Rita Davis could make this man look.&nbsp; They wanted a cover photo.&nbsp; They wanted the stills that would sell the book.<br><br>Which she told him.&nbsp; "Well, we'll make it sexy for him today.&nbsp; If the project goes ahead, we'll see about the true story.&nbsp; But no, Rafael, you won't be moving in with me."&nbsp; Her lips did curl into a bit of a smile at that, cracking the serious demeanor she kept at work.&nbsp; He wasn't charming her pants off, but he was still charming.&nbsp; "I like you sitting, or lounging.&nbsp; It seems to come naturally to you.&nbsp; But this chair isn't good.&nbsp; How about over there against the patio wall," she suggested, gesturing.&nbsp; She felt more than saw here assistants springing into action to make that possible.
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 17:57:18</strong>
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				Rafael moved to the patio wall and leaned back against it. One hand in his jeans pocket. He looked intently into the camera. H focussed his blue eyes on the lens. He wanted to make her feel a little insecure. She seemed to hide behind the lens. Behind the camera. He wanted her to feel a little violated by his eyes. It had that effect on many women. They felt naked in front of him.<br><br>'Is that good?' he asked her, although he knew it was. He found it funny the way photographers put up with him. He was arrogant and he knew it. There had been many times when a lot of the photographs were how he wanted, not the photographer. If they couldn't stamp their authority on him, then they didn't deserve the photograph. That was his rationale. But he felt different with this woman. She had an almost inherent authority. And he knew she would do a better job than him. So he left it to her.<br><br>He removed his jacket and sat down on the patio chair in his Polo T shirt which accentuated his slim, lithe body. He felt a bit naughty.<br><br>'So how do you want me next?' he asked her, a wry smile on his face.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 21:47:30</strong>
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				Normally the camera acted as a wall between her and the subject.&nbsp; Even though they might be staring right at it, it was as if they were focused on it, or the photo itself, and not her, the photographer.&nbsp; Rita found, however, that Rafael had a disturbing ability to seem to meet her eyes as she took his photo, his gaze obviously on her even with the bulky object between them.&nbsp; It was silly, she told herself, and didn't make any sense, but she couldn't seem to shake the sensation.<br><br>It made the act of photography disturbingly intimate for her, an act that normally felt very internal for her, impersonal.&nbsp; It didn't keep her from taking great pictures, she would have had to do something about it if it had.&nbsp; But it did take her normally solid footing away from under her.<br><br>"Just lounging there, on the ground at the foot of the wall, not near the chair," she directed him.&nbsp; She didn't think the furniture belonged in this image with him.&nbsp; His kind of beauty it could be from any time, any place.&nbsp; She wanted to capture that, with the rough hewn patio wall capturing it perfectly, the scree of gravel at his feet.&nbsp; <br><br>She hesitated before she spoke the next, knowing what he would make of it.&nbsp; But it was what was right for the shoot, and she would never have hesitated with another model.&nbsp; So she just said it, as casually as she could.&nbsp; "And I want you to lose the t-shirt.&nbsp; That's not what they're going to want on the cover of your book, I'm quite sure."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 22:18:18</strong>
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				He went near the wall and posed provocatively. He was always provocative. Challenging the photographer, challenging the audience with his pose. He liked to be in their face. He liked them to feel his magnetism, beauty and eroticism.<br><br>All the while, he kept his gaze steady on the camera, focussing on Rita. She was a beautiful woman, all right. But smart too. and she knew how to carry herself. It had been a while since he had met a woman like this and it excited him. Stimulated him.<br><br>On her orders, he removed his T shirt readily and posed in front of the patio. Many men felt ill at ease with their T shirts off but he was at ease. He was just as comfortable naked and in front of the camera. He had nothing to hide and everything to display. <br><br>'How's that?' he asked.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 22:45:04</strong>
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				Rita would not want to admit that his posing was having an effect on her.&nbsp; It was out of the ordinary and not very professional.&nbsp; But for some reason his eyes found hers through the viewfinder and his provocative stances felt personal, like he was doing this just for her.&nbsp; She tried taking her eye away from the camera, bu without it between the sensation was even worse.<br><br>Having him peel his shirt off didn't help the matter, but she had to soldier on.&nbsp; "Lovely," she said in a dry voice, not to the point where she was going to throw compliments at him like a schoolgirl.&nbsp; She supposed that was what he was used to.&nbsp; "Look a bit more relaxed, please," she instructed him, trying to feel her way toward the photo she could see in her mind.&nbsp; "And shift over a little, toward that broken spot."&nbsp; Usually the work, the photos were a distraction away from what was happening in front of her, but this photo, this shoot felt personal, liek she was working toward something, like the two of them were ... well, better to concentrate on this amazing photo she could feel in the works.
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 12:01:02</strong>
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				He shifted towards the broken spot and dialled down a bit on the intensity. He noticed that it was having an effect on her. He should give her a break. A chance to think things through a bit. <br><br>He ran his hands through his hair looking out the window, seeming relaxed and at ease with the world as he posed. He was enjoying the photo shoot. He was also enjoying the effect he was having on this woman.<br><br>'How does that look? close to what you're looking for, Mrs. Davis?' he asked, in earnest.<br><br>'I think things are going pretty well. We'll get that perfect picture soon enough,' he said out aloud, which was actually how he felt. This woman could capture what many photographers had failed to. They had just concentrated on his beauty. She might be able to discover something else.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 17:25:03</strong>
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				For the first time Rita found herself wanting to reply to her subject in less than a professional way.&nbsp; <em>How does that look, close to what you're looking for?</em> he'd asked her, and the view through her camera was a screaming yes.&nbsp; She knew how many women he must have taken to bed, and shirtless lounging in front of her it was all too easy to imagine him doing it again. <br><br>She was happily married, she reminded herself.&nbsp; Not that there was any harm in imagining.&nbsp; It was just something she avoided doing.&nbsp; Best not to wonder what she might be missing out on.<br><br>"You're doing wonderful," she complimented him, never slowing in taking pictures or working on the angle.&nbsp; She silently gestured to the assistants, directing them as she wanted to adjust lighting.&nbsp; They knew her well enough to work quietly and out of her way.&nbsp; "I think what we'll have here is a wonderful cover.&nbsp; But I need you to look into the camera."&nbsp; She hated to tell him that, knowing he would find her eyes again.&nbsp; But it was the shot she needed, and this was her work.&nbsp; She would have to deal with it.
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 20:15:36</strong>
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				He had purposely stopped looking into the camera a lot because he had wanted to dial down the intensity. But it seemed she wanted it and preferred it. And he knew for a fact that it would make a better photograph. He really needed to be more professional about things and get the job done. This was a project very close to his heart.<br><br>He started looking into the camera, piercing her with those bright blue eyes. He sat down on the pation chair and leaned back and lit a cigarette and turned his head to the side posing for the camera. He lay on the bed on his sstocmach and looked directly into the camera with his head up. He leaned agains the wall spread wagled. His hands out wide and legs spread as he again looked intensely into the camera. He felt as though he was looking at her even through her wall of defence. And he liked what he saw.<br><br>'You're quite brilliant at what you do, Mrs. Davis. What I've heard is not wrong,' he said, while posing.
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 20:19:18</strong>
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				*patio<br>**stomach<br>***wall<br>****spread-eagled
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 01:48:30</strong>
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				"Yes, well thank you," she replied, fairly indifferently but not rudely.&nbsp; It was clear she was good at what she did.&nbsp; Some got her level of fame and esteem by luck, but that clearly wasn't the case with her. <br><br>Or with him.&nbsp; Some models just had the right look and coasted by on good help.&nbsp; But Rafael wasn't really needing direction, and he intuitively read what she was trying to do with the camera by the way she moved and set up the shot.&nbsp; Again she was impressed with his intelligence.&nbsp; How could someone be blessed with looks, charm and intelligence each?&nbsp; <br><br>"You're making the work easy," she offered to him as a compliment while keeping the camera carefully up to her face.&nbsp; When they spoke and worked it felt like it was only the two of them despite the room of workers.&nbsp; "Some models don't bother to learn how to pose, I can see you've put in your work."<br><br>She raised her eye above the camera and peered over it.&nbsp; She was being pulled forward by the work, by what she could see happening on the film.&nbsp; But unlike most shoots she couldn't distance herself from it either.&nbsp; Still, there was nothing to do but keep on going deeper.&nbsp; "I'm sure the underwear model won't balk at taking off his pants.&nbsp; These are some good shots, but I know what they're going to want on the cover is something iconic.&nbsp; And well, you're better known without pants than with."&nbsp; She even blushed a little to say it, and then blushed more at the fact that she, a hardened professional, was blushing like a school girl.
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				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 19:19:58</strong>
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				'Yes, I'm quite used to that,' he said, promptly removing his pants and only in his boxers. He was a guy who felt at ease even with nothing on, unlike many men. He knew that he had been blessed with a body to die for and he made the most use of it. He flaunted it, and why not?<br><br>He noticed her blush, and felt his beauty was having an impact on her. It usually did on most people. He felt stimulated when an intelligent and sensible woman fell prey to his looks. Not that that had already happened here, but he could see the signs. <br><br>He started posing in his boxers. He put his hand on his rock hard abs and posed looking directly into the camera with a very ' come hither' look usually reserved for women. But in this case, he was a guy who had the looks to make any woman drop whatever she was doing and wrap her body around him. He pulled the waistband of the boxer, a naughty smile on his face , and his eyes mocking the camera, as though the people watching weren't priveleged enough to have access to that.<br><br>'Do you think I should lose the boxers and do some nudes, Mrs Davis?' he asked earnestly.
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				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:13:23</strong>
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				Rita was rather startled by his suggestion, or rather by the images of his nude body that flashed in her mind's eye at his suggestion.&nbsp; "No, no," she said hurriedly, a bit too hurriedly, her finger coming off of the shutter button for a moment as she lost her train of thought and movement.&nbsp; She took a few breaths to collect herself, to be sure she spoke calmly and slowly.&nbsp; "They're not going to want that for a cover shot, though I wouldn't be surprised if they want a few inside.&nbsp; But today I just want to focus on that cover, that iconic image they can use to sell the book, if only to the management."<br><br>Speaking thus, her professionalism coming through, calmed Rita.&nbsp; But she was still keenly aware of her visceral reaction, not to mention to his nearly bare body there in the viewfinder.&nbsp; Taking pictures of him, her whole world was simply this square showcasing his flesh.&nbsp; She had always appreciated the beauty of a male subject as just that beauty.&nbsp; But here, now, she could imagine what that golden flesh would be like sliding against hers, how soft at the first touch it would be, but how hard the muscles would be if you pressed your fingertips in deeper. For the first time in a long time she lusted after someone other than her husband, who she loved dearly, but whose body could in no way stir these kind of fantasies.<br><br>She wanted to ask him to look away from the camera, but she knew that wasn't the shot.&nbsp; That would just be wasting his time and hers, simply because she couldn't handle herself.&nbsp; The thing was to charge through to the end, get the shot and then leave.&nbsp; That was the thing.&nbsp; "I want your hand up a bit further on your stomach, a little subtler.&nbsp; The lighting here is right, the background, you don't need to pull them to it, they'll fall right in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:26:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed her reaction. His body was having an effect on her. He smiled inwardly. It invariably tended to on any member of the opposite sex. This woman was a particularly interesting. She had the intelligence, the poise and the looks. That was an ensemble which wasn't altogether readily available. It was a mix that Rafael liked and liked to make love to. But she was married. But that sort of thing had never stopped him before. Neither had it stopped the many married women he had slept with, who come running into his arms, or rather on his cock.<br><br>He pulled his hand up a little higher on his abdomen. She talked of subtlety. Classy woman. He decided he wanted to be a bit more provocative. He went out on the patio and leaned against the railing. He jutted his butt out to the camera. The shapely firm nature of his ass was highlighted by his quite tight fitting boxers. He ran his hands through his hair looking out contemplatively as his butt was quite prominently in the camera's face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:35:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Not exactly what I meant by subtle,</em> Rita thought to herself as Rafael moved to strike a new pose.&nbsp; It was clear he was toying with her now, seeing or expecting what kind of reaction she would be having to his body.&nbsp; It was an attitude that she would normally found exasperating or amusing.&nbsp; But that was when she was in control of herself.&nbsp; Here, the fact that he knew he could toy with her, was aware of her excitement, only added a tint of shame to the desire she felt.<br><br>And staring at his hard ass didn't help.&nbsp; It was a good pose, he knew that, and she couldn't avoid taking it, and forming the picture to best highlight the hard curves of his body.&nbsp; She was trapped by her profession, by her artist's eye, forced to push herself further into this place she was falling into.<br><br>"Turn around," she told him in a sudden voice that was as serious and commanding as her usual professional tone, but had a undertone of urgency and desperation.&nbsp; She could see the shot now, knew she was about to get it, and the artistic exhilaration she usually felt was combined with the physical reactions of her body into a feeling like the buildup of an orgasm.&nbsp; <br><br>"Right there, but face me, hands on the railing.&nbsp; Look right at me."&nbsp; Oh God.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 21:46:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Turn around," she told him</em><br><br>He sensed an urgency in her voice. But he wasn't sure whether it was her body talking or whether the artist in her was screaming out. In any case, it would only lead to a good ending, he thought to himself. He turned around and faced the camera, and suddenly he felt it too. This was going to be the shot that would be on the cover of his book.<br><br>He put his hands on the railing, slightly bent, his biceps flexing slightly. His lean, lithe body was backed up comfortable against the railing. This full frontal view of his body was quite intoxicating to many. He crossed one leg over another, striking a relaxed pose. He looked directly into the camera and focussed all his intensity into this one shot. His bright blue eyes found a spot on the camera lens and focussed on it. This was going to be it, he thought. That iconice picture that they had been searching for. Apart from capturing his sexiness, beauty and his elegance, this picture had that X factor. that something extra that made you want to look at it again. He knew they had it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 18:23:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rita felt everything he felt at the moment the camera clicked, and more.&nbsp; There was a high she got from a perfect picture, the thing that kept her going in photography, the real thing that made her do it beyond all else.&nbsp; She knew this was one of those pictures, that would make people turn and look and stare, that snagged a bit of that truth of beauty and captured it.&nbsp; If anyone ever gathered her work, this would be one of the things that they showed. <br><br>&nbsp;But beyond that, or under it, like a rising tide there was another set of emotions, a tide of desire that made her not only the one capturing this picture, but its target, the audience and the photographer all at once.&nbsp; She knew at that moment that he could have her if he wanted her, that together they had produced a moment of art that she had captured, but that had captivated her.&nbsp; She coudln't resist the beauty of that moment, and she just hoped that she wouldn't be forced to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 18:24:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He felt a rush. A rush in his brain. A rush in his groin. He could feel the power of the photograph flowing to him from the flash of the camera. He could see that she was in a similar sort of face, when he saw her eyes, after she took the photograph. He saw the lips slightly parted and the look of desire, of achieving something perfect, something special on her face and in her eyes. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to possess her. To make her feel the force of her artistic brilliance. To make her feel what they could accomplish if they got together. <br><br>He stayed in his pose for a while, his gaze firmly set on her. He observed her every movement, wondering what she would do next. This would be the photograph that people would remember him by. It was one of those iconic photographs. Like the photograph of the Iranian woman that had won a Pullitzer. It showed modern society's obsession with beauty, sophistication, perfection, fantasy, desire and satisfaction. It was a consummate picture. He slowly disentagled himself from his pose and walked over to her. 'That was quite something special,' he said, his voice husky, layered with desire. His eyes bored into hers, his body only a few feet away from her, feeling a pull like he had not felt before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 18:25:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Rita lowered the camera as he broke the pose. They both knew that the shoot was over, though her assistants milled about in a bit of confusion.&nbsp; Rita didn't notice, didn't care, it was like the two of them were alone in a tunnel, their eyes locked.&nbsp; She felt the flutter of panic in her breast as he advanced.&nbsp; She felt like she had no defense against him but to hope he went away.&nbsp; "Yes, I think we really captured it," she said, the confident professionalism in her voice gone now.&nbsp; Instead she heard her voice and it sounded like what she imagined all his conquests had sounded like, flustered, insecure, hopeful.&nbsp; "I think we can wrap it there.&nbsp; I'll let you know if it looks different once developed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 18:26:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;He knew the shoot was over and he should leave. But he couldn't. He felt drawn to this woman. Perhaps it was the look on her face and how he thought she felt. That played a major role. It always did for him. HE could never reject a beautiful woman who was crazy about him. It was an innate characteristic. He wanted to spend some more time with her. He searched for a way to make that happen. He also really wanted develop the photo himself. Developing photographs in the darkroom was an art and it was something he enjoyed.<br><br>&nbsp;He suddenly had an idea. He continued to look at her. 'I really think we nailed that picture. It's something that really made an impression on me. I see this picture as that iconic photograph we have been searching for. I really want to help you develop it. I enjoy working in the darkroom. And I want to be there when this photograph takes shape. It's quite important to me. What do you say? do you think I could stay and help you develop the photo graph in the darkroom?' he asked. He inched another couple of steps closer to her. He could feel her desire. It was almost tangible. He felt a rise in temperature in the surroundings. He waited for her answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 18:26:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She struggled within, as if a small bird trapped.&nbsp; He had found a way, found something that would stretch this moment out and give him his chance to be with her, without the assistants, with some rationale for it all.&nbsp; Her normal self would laugh it off and tell him no, or at worst make sure she had some staff there with her.&nbsp; But she wasn't quite that self right now, she was someone who wanted to say yes to what he desired, and who wanted to be closed in that room with him.&nbsp; "Sure," she said lightly, putting all her energy not into resisting him but in putting on a facade for the assistants, so as to not give away what they were both thinking.&nbsp; "You can stay, though we'll see how much you can help.&nbsp; This isn't the kind of photo I'm going to wnat to expeiment on." <br><br>&nbsp;She turned away from him, breakiing that gaze, now that she had submitted and laughing towards one of her assistants, who smiled back, thinking the joke was on the bumbling male model.&nbsp; "You guys go ahead and pack things up."&nbsp; Then turning and not quite looking at Rafael, "Throw some clothes on, sir.&nbsp; My studio is not far from here.&nbsp; I'll drive."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 18:27:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had agreed. He sensed she also wanted to spend some more time with him. Everything that was consuming their minds and everything they were fantasising about was wrong. On so many levels. She was married. They needed to work together professionally. She was much older to him. But he smiled to himself. These sort of things had never stopped him before. He had got every woman he wanted. And every conquest was sweet. But this was going to be the sweetest of the lot, he sensed. In fact, he liked the taboo. The restricted. <br><br>He went to the dressing room and changed into his original ensemble, He put on some deodorant and walked out towards her. This was going to be wuite interesting. He wanted to see how she would resist, if at all. He knew he had no inhibitions, and he wanted to experience her. He had a feeling that she might be a wild one in bed. His mind was running away with thoughts of what he wanted to do to her. He walked up from behind her and whispered in her ear, 'Shall we?'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 18:27:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Rita jumped at the sudden voice in her ear.&nbsp; She had managed to distract herself looking through some of the digitial test shoots while the rest of her crew packed up.&nbsp; she certainly hadn't forgotten about Rafael, but had been lost in her work again.&nbsp; But the very sound of his whispering voice brought it all back.&nbsp; She turned around in a hurry and then realizing how close that brought her to his face, his body she backed up a few steps, cheeks flushed.&nbsp; "Yes, I'm all ready," she said, wondering how he would take her answer, and realizing she didn't mind any way he took it.&nbsp; "I'm off," she said as casually as she could to the others, grabbing her bags and walking, chin high off towards the driveway and her car.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 18:28:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled when she said she was all ready. He was all ready to take her too. Right there and then. But he wanted to wait. There was satisfaction when the seduction was prolonged. He noticed how her cheeks were flushed. The photo shoot had got in her in quite the mood. What Rafael liked was how she tried to control everything. He wondered what would happen when she let go of that control. When she submitted to her lust. That would exciting. And fun. He followed her to her car and waited outside the passenger door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 20:12:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rita put her things in the trunk of the car, not able to keep her eyes from drifting over to Rafael occasionally. He waited by teh door and she wondered for a moment if she should go open it for him.&nbsp; It amused her, but she didn't, doing her best to put a professional facade over the emotions she felt.&nbsp; Going to the driver's door she opened it and cocked an eyebrow at him.&nbsp; "Climb on in," she said, sliding into hte seat herself and busying herself with putting on her seatbelt, putting on her sunglasses, checking the mirrors.&nbsp; She could feel, even without looking, his presence.&nbsp; He was so close, the tension so thick that it was hard not to think about how easy and simple it would be to just reach for him.&nbsp; "Just a couple minute ride," she said instead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 10:41:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He got in the car and made himself comfortable. He could feel the tension in the air. There was an unspoken lust between them. He wanted to to explore it. But not in the car. He would wait until they went to the darkroom to develop the photographs. He loved looking at Rita work. She was so much at ease. It kind of mirrored how he felt when he was modelling. She excited him in more ways than one. <br><br>'Okay. Do you develop all your photographs on your own? Or only the important ones?' he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 04:54:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rita found she didn't even want to make the small talk anymore.&nbsp; She didn't know if she could, that the thick silence was the only wall of defense she had left.&nbsp; She stuttered a little, trying to find the words that would normally come so easily, so poised.&nbsp; <br><br>"I like to develop the ones I know worked.&nbsp; But I take so many at a shoot, I couldn't do them all.&nbsp; The staff takes care of the rest.&nbsp; I scan through them for surprises, sometimes something works that I wouldn't expect to."&nbsp; Rita trailed off, every inconsequential thing she said seeming to resonate with some hidden meaning.&nbsp; There was not enough distance inside this car, and she realized with a sort of panic that there wouldn't be inside the dark room either.&nbsp; Always one arm's length away.<br><br>"And how about you?&nbsp; Have you developed before?" she asked him, trying to make her tone light.&nbsp; She was already pulling into the garage at her condo.&nbsp; She had chosen the villa they shot it partly for its proximity.&nbsp; One of her vexing problems was that she was a homebody at heart, not the best temperament for a photographer.<br><br>"I don't know many models who want to get their hands dirty in developing," she said as she clambered out of the car with her bags, her cheeks flushing at another seeming double entendre.&nbsp; "Though I know a great deal who think they know how to shoot."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 18:49:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to her intently as she talked. There seemed to be an inherent discomfort in the situation. He sensed her usual poise and confidence had gone missing a bit. She seemed lightly flustered and highly uncomfortable. The tension was palpable.<br><br>'Yes, quite a bit. I love to get my hands dirty,' he said, a hint of a glint in his eye.<br><br>' In fact, I had a job as a photographer's assistant for a while in high school. I was always interested in photography. I have always wanted to explore if I'm good enough to do it. I know exactly what you mean. Lot of models think just because they can pose they know what it takes to make a beautiful photograph. I don't claim to be a master at it, or even remotely close to how good you are, but I have a certain style of my own, when it comes to photography. I'd like to think so, anyways,' he continued smiling, as he climbed out of her car and helped her with her bags, his hands lightly touching her arms, through the soft texture of her fabric.<br><br>'I'm really excited to see how you would work in the darkroom. I don't know how much of my help you would really need, but I'm an able assistant,' he said, walking behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 19:33:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't seem interested in making things easier on her, joining in on her little entendre, brushing his hand against her arm as he helped her out.&nbsp; Rita felt a certain resignation.&nbsp; It allowed her concern and panic to give way, giving free leash to the desire that she felt welling in her for this man.&nbsp; Even his talk about photography was drawing her in - he was humble without being meek, realistic yet ambitious.&nbsp; She had a glimpse in her mind of him taking photographs, her being the subject, and for some reason the role reversal was dangerously erotic.&nbsp; She felt a glimpse of the vulnerability that must come from being on the other side of the lens and it was frightening.<br><br>Unable to find any small talk, Rita just led the way to the elevator, pressing the fourth floor button.&nbsp; It opened on her top floor studio, a condo she had converted for her photography work.&nbsp; the first room was a sitting area where she could meet with clients, the rest being a dark room, equipment storage, and a couple rooms set up for photo taking.<br><br>"Here we go," she said finally.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 20:59:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed her quietly. the silence between them said more than anything he could have said. He didn't want to discolour the situation by attempting small talk. He went up the elevator with her, and somehow being in a closed confined space with this woman, aroused him even more. It had been a long time since he had felt so aroused. There had been many a time when the woman with him couldn't wait to get to the apartment so that she could take her clothes off and jump on top of him. Many times the women wouldn't wait till the bedrom and just jump on him in the elevator, exploring every part of his body right there.<br><br>He sensed this woman wanted to do that but she was much too classy to attempt something so crude. The scent of her body wafted through to his nose and it wrinkled lightly in delight. She smelled good. He liked his women to smell good.<br><br>They entered the condo. It was tastefully decorated, something he had expected from this woman. Framed photographs on the walls, beautiful photographs, presumably taken by her. He admired them, and then turned to her.<br><br>'Nice place you have here. I like it. It must be fun to come to work here everyday,' he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 20:33:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The time standing in the elevator was even worse than in the car.&nbsp; Here they were again closed in so close to each other that she could smell him, but there was no distraction of driving to keep her body busy.&nbsp; Just standing, clasping her hands on the handles of her bags and staring forward.&nbsp; Trying not to look at him, or to feel him looking at her.<br><br>It was an act of desperate defiance, she knew, and his continued friendly, innocent banter was almost a slap in her face, a suggestion of the ease and control he felt while she roiled within.&nbsp; "Yes, I was glad to find such a lovely space," she answered, a bit of a strain in her voice.&nbsp; Tossing down the bags in a haphazard way that clearly wasn't her style, she grabbed the containers of film she wanted and started toward the darkroom, not daring meet his eyes.&nbsp; "I want to get these started right away," she added a bit gruffly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 21:06:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed her into the darkroom. When they entered it was like a whole new world. He was close behind her and he could smell her skin. It was the smell of conquest. He was the type of man who looked at the women he bedded as conquests and he had no qualms about that. He never fell in love. He had once in his life, when he was very young and he had been desperately hurt. It would never happened to him again, he promised himself.<br><br>The darkness enveloped the thick fabric of tension that stood between them and highlighted it. He felt even more powerful for some reason in this room. He felt he had the power to do anything to her. But his ultimate desire was to make her come to him. Of her own accord. That was the way he worked. He didn't woo women. Women were smitten by his mere presence and they fell over him. He suspected she wouldn't do that. At least she would put up more of a fight. But he knew she was already half way there and and little subtle persuasion should push her over her tipping point.<br><br>&nbsp;His biggest turn on was the woman's toes curled, her legs wrapped tightly around his, her hands grasping at whatever they could, small globules of sweat dripping down her brow as she screamed and moaned in pleasure, her face convoluted in that most beautiful of ways, unable to deal with the delirious waves of pleasure pulsing through her body, as she reached for the man who was the cause of these sensations in her body, screamed his name, but he teased her and toyed with her. His libido was stoked by his ego. And that's what he wanted to do with this woman, but that would have to wait. For now.<br><br>'It's been a while since I developed anything in the darkroom. Run me through the process again? And let me know if you want me to do anything, which I suspect you don't,' he said, focusing his eyes on her form, lightly visible in the dark.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 21:48:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rita felt like things eased as they closed the darkroom door.&nbsp; The red lights came on automatically, and in the dark it was as if she could imagine more distance between them.&nbsp; That and the familiar room felt like her world, one dominated by her as an artist, not him as the subject.&nbsp; Her back straightening she even dared to turn sideways and look at him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let me find the roll I want, first," she said, placing the rolls on the counter and moving quickly through them, looking for the number she was seeking.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the thoughts of the shot she wanted, with him stripped down to his underwear, looking invitingly at the camera, combined with the sense of him behind her somewhere in the dark ... it caused her arousal to mount in a sudden spike.&nbsp; She realized he could be anywhere, could be a hair's breadth from touching her right now.<br><br>Straightening up and turning around in a sudden jerk she saw him standing there, where he had been.&nbsp; Her back was pressed against the counter and she realized she was breathing quickly.&nbsp; "Sorry I ... it's odd having someone else in here," she said, staring at him in the red glow.&nbsp; "Why don't you come stand here next to me.&nbsp; Pour out the developing fluid for me."&nbsp; Better to have him there.&nbsp; She watched him until he was where she ordered him, then turned back to the film, taking it out of the canister.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 22:17:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted him to stand next to her. That certainly made things interesting. Her body language suggested that she was slowly being overcome by desire. The discomfort, the nervousness betrayed her. Her usually calm and confident demeanour was shaken. He smiled to himself. The chase of a woman was almost as sweet as the scent of a woman if not sweeter. Add to that, the delicious flavour of the forbidden and the wrong, and you had quite a sensuous dessert. To be tasted. To be savoured.<br><br>He walked slowly, deliberately close to her. He poured out the developing fluid as she asked him to. He didn't look toward her at all. The joy of being in a darkroom again made him forget the game of lust and the second guessing that was going on in the darkroom. He felt like an artist for once. Not like a piece of meat. He felt like he was making something, creating something even. He poured it carefully, the memories of old coming back to him. The two years he had spent in the darkroom as a teenager. To make ends meet. But in those two years he had developed a love towards photography, toward developing photographs. It was like he was nurturing a living thing before it grew up and bloomed.<br><br>He turned to her, his eyes deliberately intent on her beautiful form, running over her.<br><br>'Have you ever wanted to be a model. You have all the traits. I would love to see if I'm any good with the camera with you in front of it. You know, just for fun,' he said, half smiling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 03:23:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rafael was clearly enjoying the process of developing the film, among other things.&nbsp; Rita however, was not.&nbsp; She nearly added the wrong chemical before realizing her mistake, almost spilled another bottle in trying to make the switch, and once nearly dropped the film on the floor as she jerked her arm out of the way realizing she was about to brush against his arm.&nbsp; His presence there, in the dark room, alone, away from any one's eyes or ears, was driving her crazy.&nbsp; She realized she half wanted him to just seize her, and her body was waiting any second for it to happen.&nbsp; But her mind realized it wouldn't ... he could resist her and the question was if she could resist him.<br><br>The other question was whether she was capable of pulling off developing this important photo in her current state.&nbsp; The answer was looking to be zero. . She thought back about the photo, the one they had both known was just right.&nbsp; It would be exquisite, and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin it, ruin what she had captured of that moment between the two of them.&nbsp; She had to do the hard thing and make sure she didn't.<br><br>"Listen, Rafael," she blurted out, interrupting his talk of taking her picture.&nbsp; The last thing in the world she needed was to imagine her laying bare beneath his gaze.&nbsp; Of course that was all she could picture right now.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, but this isn't working.&nbsp; It, it's distracting me, and I hate to ruin this picture.&nbsp; I can't ruin this picture.&nbsp; You know how good it was.&nbsp; It was, it was something ... " she trailed off, looking up into his eyes, which were beautiful even in the red glow of the lights.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please?" she whispered, gazing up at him, unclear if she was asking him to leave or what.&nbsp; But then she found her hand rising up and stroking his jaw, and grabbing at the back of his neck and pulling him down to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 16:17:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She seemed to telling him to leave. But her body language didn't support this notion. She seemed to be moving closer to him and her hand reached out and touched his jaw. He grabbed her hand and slowly licked her fingers with the tip of his tongue, his eyes focused right into the depths of hers.<br><br>As her hand placed itself on the back of his neck and pulled him closer, his body responded. He felt a sudden urgency to touch her, to caress her, to explore her, to undress her, to pleasure her. He moved close, his hot breath on her lips and waited a hair's breath away from her lips, teasing her. He licked her lips with the tip of his tongue, and then moved away slightly, following it with licking her lips again.<br><br>He put his arms around her hips and his hands slowly snaked downward. He put his hand on her firm butt and clasped it. With both his hands on her derriere he lifted her up, her legs involuntarily wrapping around his hips for support. He pushed her up against the wall and again played with her lips with his tongue as his hands rested on the under part of her thighs. He stared intently into her eyes.<br><br>'Aren't you married, Mrs Davis?' he asked, a hint of a glint in his eye, as his eyes stared unwaveringly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 16:27:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rita shuddered as the man licked her fingertips, staring into her eyes. She knew then that this would not be some ruffled kiss in the dark room which she would tell herself she would forget later.&nbsp; This was not a man who gave you a quick grope or even more.&nbsp; This was just the way it felt in the room - dirty and hot and messy.<br><br>She couldn't seem to get her lips on his, he kept moving them, as if making her wallow in that fact.&nbsp; They were not a couple smooching, not lovers kissing.&nbsp; He was a beautiful, beautiful man licking at her lips lewdly, and she was a woman who lusted for him more than she could express.<br><br>He grabbed her ass and lifted her and she found herself wrapping her legs around him automatically.&nbsp; Only her thin white capris between her and him, his chest pressed against her halter top as he pinned her against the wall.&nbsp; She was there, between the hardness of the wall and the hardness of his body.<br><br>And he wouldn't let her off easy.&nbsp; She winced at his question, at the way he emphasized her title.&nbsp; This bastard, it wasn't good enough for him to get any woman he wanted, he was going to make her do it the hard way.&nbsp; Because he knew she would.&nbsp; "I am.&nbsp; Don't pretend you've never done this with a married woman before," she said, that sense of fight still in her voice even though she was giving in to this.&nbsp; She took his momentary distraction, and her position to plant her mouth on his and kiss him for the first time, pressing her mouth and lips and tongue onto him feverishly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 17:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He returned the the kiss. His mouth pressed against her lips and his tongue explored her mouth. He moved it in slightly at first, moving it around and finding her tongue. his face moved in rhythm with his mouth as he kissed her with a passion, his fingers running all over her thighs lightly caressing her through the thin fabric of her capris.<br><br>He moved down to her neck. He let his tongue caress it and his lips kiss it and suckle on it. He lightly bit her neck, his hands holding her against the wall, his hard body pressed against hers. He removed his shirt and threw it away, giving her a light smile. A naughty one. Evil even. He took her hand in his and sucked her fingers as he looked directly at her. Then he pushed back the hair falling across her face and kissed her again. Very passionately. It was as though his whole life force was flowing into her with that one kiss. There was a hint of naughtiness. It wasn't a kiss of love. It was a kiss of pure animal lust.<br><br>He unbuttoned her capri pants and let them drop. Now the bare skin of her inner thighs brushed against the fabric of her jeans. His hardness was separated from her body by just two layers of fabric. He pushed up against her as he bit her ear lobe, his strong chest pressed agains her breast.<br><br>He trailed kisses and licks along her neck and chest, enticing her. Teasing her.<br><br>'I have. Many times, Mrs. Davis. But I thought a woman like yourself would be able to resist,' he said, a hint of arrogance in his voice, taunting her. He wanted her to submit to him. Mentally.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 20:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They kissed wildly, their hands on each other's bodies, him pressing her to the wall of her darkroom.&nbsp; As he stripped off his shirt she admired his form in the red light, thinking what a nice photo it would be.&nbsp; He was physical perfection, a form of beauty she just couldn't resist, even as he undid her pants, and tugged them off her hips.&nbsp; She stood there in her top and panties as he attacked her again, his mouth biting at her ear in a way she had always loved.&nbsp; He was marking her, claiming her, sliding his mouth down her neck and to her chest.<br><br>He was taunting her, shaming her a bit.&nbsp; She felt the heat rise from her core and now to her cheeks.&nbsp; She should, of course be able to resist.&nbsp; She had always prided herself on it.&nbsp; She couldn't help but look at her ring and think about her sweet husband.&nbsp; But it was just something he wouldn't have to know.&nbsp; She had never felt this kind of passion for him.&nbsp; This was just about beauty, about lust.&nbsp; Rafael had something which she just had to know.&nbsp; "I guess you're just as enticing as you think you are," she threw back at him, a bit bitterly.&nbsp; He licked at the bit of chest bared by her top and she just wished he would shut his mouth and ravish her, take her breasts in his insistent mouth, take her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 21:46:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt a passion for her that surprised him. He normally pleasured women, teasing and taunting the, conquering them. But this seemed different. He felt an urgency to possess her. To make her his. It was a different kind of passion to the one he usually felt. Enough was enough. The playing around was over as far as he was concerned. They had had more than enough foreplay. It was time to take her, to feel her and in turn enter her.<br><br>He felt a sudden surge of lust, emanating from his loins moving up his body, through his chest and into his arms and hands. He looked at her, and deliberately ripped her halter top and threw it aside. He held her breasts through the fabric of her brassier and delved into their beauty with his face. His tongue and lips ran over her breasts, licking them tasting them, savouring them.<br><br>He freed her breasts of the rigidity of her bra. His mouth moved to her erect bright red nipples. He kissed them, sucked on them, kneaded them with his fingers, while intermittently kissing her mouth and neck. Her abdomen was free and he ran his hands down her body, from her wholesome breasts, down her abdomen to the top of her panties. His fingers rested at her lower abdomen, sneaking into her panties and running over her hair mound and then coming back out again and saddling her breasts. His mouth went beserk, exploring every nook and crevice of her body, kissing, licking, touching, feeling. <br><br>His hot breath was on her ear, as he continued to lick on her earlobe, biting it ever so slightly, letting her feel his passionate breath. His body pressed up against her even more, his hardness straining against his clothes, aching to be free and to be inside her. His face slowly moved downwards, down her abdomen, to her panties. He kissed her womanhood through the fabric and slowly removed her panties with her hands. Her legs rested on his shoulders as let his mouth and tongue feast on her womanhood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 06:21:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could say he attacked her like an animal, but that wans't quite right.&nbsp; Yes, he ripped her shirt from her and had soon pushed her bra out of his way, left to cross her chest over here breasts.&nbsp; But he was more like a starving man than an animal, his mouth on her urgently, tracing across her skin in trails of hot saliva, his fingers not far behind.&nbsp; Her body coudl barely keep up - as she arched her back and cried out in passion to the kneading touch of his fingers on her nipples, they were gone, instead stroking her stomach until it fluttered.&nbsp; He touched her like a piece of art, like something you wanted to consume with all yoru senses, tasting and touching and smelling her, breathing her in.<br><br>She felt her nipples harden in his warm wet mouth, his lips suckling at them, his teeth brushing against the sensitive buds.&nbsp; Her husband never paid attention to the sensitive flesh of her breasts, other than an occasional stroke, and Rita thought her body would burst open at the sudden attention.&nbsp; But then just as it peaked his mouth was off to her ear, his body pressed hard against him like he consume her through osmosis.&nbsp; and then it ws gone again, his face nuzzling between her thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt him strip away her panties and she was bared to him, her sex his for the taking, right there in front of him.&nbsp; She pressed her back against the darkroom wall as he took her legs over his shoulders. She hung there, lewdly, her sex hanging before his face, her hands going with a cry of passion to his long locks as he dove his mouth into her.&nbsp; Her juices began to flow most freely as he did one more thing she had not felt for years.&nbsp; Feeling like a wanton slut she spread her legs wider, pressing her mound to his mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 18:12:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was like he was in heaven. He felt powerful. Like a god. That was something about women that made him feel powerful. He had the power to give them pleasure. To make them orgasm. to make them feel something they rarely were privileged to. He was beautiful, sexy and amazing in bed, if he said so himself. But he knew it was true and he believed it was true. It was part of why he was so good. He wanted this woman to feel the zenith of sexual fulfillment, which would in turn satisfy him.<br><br>He trailed kisses on her inner thighs, lightly feeling the touch of her skin, his fingers running down her legs. He gently kissed and licked her, almost as though he was preparing her. This was foreplay to cunnilingus. His mouth then slowly moved to her sexy, his palms prepping her by massaging and caressing her thighs. He flicked his tongue on her clitoris, in short bursts, making her feel spasms of pleasure. As she spread her legs wider, he buried himself further, his hands on her inner thighs, intermittently rubbing her legs, reaching up for her breasts and kneading her nipples, as his mouth and tongue played with her pussy.<br><br>He licked her pussy slowly and deliberately, often looking up to catch her eye. He then became more rigorous, sucking and kissing her pussy as his finger rubbed her clitoris. then he moved faster, his tongue entering her pussy ever so slightly, moving around in there kissing her pussy lips. He suckled on her clitoris as he slowly put one finger into her pussy. He didn't penetrate too far with his finger at first but then he moved deeper, rhythmically moving in and out. This was to suggest to her what was to come later, with altogether larger and harder member. His mouth worked swiftly and deftly, as he teased the juices out of her, kissing and caressing her inner thighs with his tongue while licking her pussy lips and clitoris while his finger penetrated her, another hand rubbed her clitoris.<br><br>He wanted her to scream and moan with pleasure. He wanted her to explode. To implode. to surrender.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 16:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew what he was doing.&nbsp; That much was obvious.&nbsp; He teased her clit with his tongue until it stood up, aroused in a way it hadn't been for years.&nbsp; His lips and tongues moved to her pussy lips, teasing and parting them, stroking up and down in a way that invited her juices to flow.&nbsp; And then his finger joined the act, slipping inside of her as he sucked at her clit like a nipple.&nbsp; Rita knew her juices were flowing out of her, onto his finger, easing its entrance into her and egging him on as he began to fuck it in and out of her hole like a little penis.<br><br>That was the worst part, that as she spread her legs, twisting against the darkroom wall, letting his strange man lick and finger her towards an impending orgasm, she knew it was just a precursor.&nbsp; She knew the message he was giving her as he stroked his finger and in out, she knew he wasn't going to stop with just this foreplay.&nbsp; Rita reached down and gripped his head in her hands, seeing her ring glinting dully in the red light as she held him there, licking at her clit and fingering her.&nbsp; She held on as strong as she coudl as she thrust her hips back and forth into his face, banging against his nose as her orgasm mounted.&nbsp; "Oh God, fuck, fuck," she moaned, her head thrown back and her breathing coming fast now.&nbsp; She felt her ass going taut as she shoved herself forward, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin.&nbsp; The dam burst and a rolling orgasm rocked her body from head to toe, her hips jerking uncontrollably.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 20:36:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her hips thrusting on his face. He felt her body convulsing. He felt her moving close to an orgasm. His own penis stood upright at the thought of her impending orgasm. He worked with his fingers and mouth harder as she moved closer and closer to orgasm. He pushed her against the wall as she orgasmed uncontrollably, screaming out as her hips jerked uncontrollably. His mouth and fingers stayed with her body, touching her all over as she orgasmed. Long, sweet and immensely pleasurable.<br><br>He waited a couple of seconds for her to settle down after the orgasm and looked into her eyes. He sensed that she wanted more. He sensed she needed more. He pulled her down on the ground and bent her over. He stood behind her, his cock immensely hard, throbbing slightly as it waited. He clasped her ass with his big hands feeling, her soft smooth skin and her tight taut ass. He bent over teasing her pussy lips with the tip of his penis, rubbing his penis head on her crotch as he bent over with her and bit her neck and sucked on her ear lobe. His other hand played with her breasts, kneading her nipples as though he owned her. As though he had a right to explore every part of her body. He smelt her hair and sucked on her shoulder.<br><br>'I'm just getting started,' he whispered, ever so slightly in her ear, in an almost devious overtone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 22:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rita let him pull her down to the ground, directing her body with his hands and his gaze.&nbsp; It was something she would never do, she didn't enjoy the sensation of being controlled by a lover, and certainly not pulled down onto the hard floor.&nbsp; But she let him, and she found herself on her knees, bracing herself on her forearms as he bent his gorgeous body over her from behind, pressing it along her rear and back, toying with her ears and neck.&nbsp; <br><br>She cried out, one cry after another, as he reached below her and kneaded her nipples.&nbsp; It sent thrills through her body, on the verge of being rough or uncomfortable, but not quite enough to put her over the edge.&nbsp; He toyed with her body in a way she had never let anyone, certainly not her husband.&nbsp; Rafael, however, treated it like his playground, pulling at her nipples as if it amused him, rubbing the head of his cock along her sex.&nbsp; She should not submit to this, she knew, but she felt like putting in his hands, and most disturbingly felt like she was enjoying it.&nbsp; Enjoying not knowing what was going to happen next.&nbsp; Enjoying the touch of his masterful hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 13:38:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He ran his hands on her thighs, merely letting the finger tips caress it. He bunched up her hair in his palm. Not too roughly, but gentler. Almost as though he was cherishing what he was holding. He lightly tugged it back and let his tongue run wild over her neck. It was a delicious neck. One of the sexiest parts of a woman's body, he thought. At the very least, one of the most delicious.<br><br>He trailed kisses on the back of her neck. He let out heavy breaths of hot air on the back of her neck as he kissed and licked it. At the same time, he slowly entered her vagina. slowly moving his penis in and out. He tugged her hair back slightly, as he moved faster and kissed the back of her neck and back with more fervour. This was as much fun as he though it would be. He was enjoying himself more than he usually did. There was something about this woman. He couldn't put his finger on it. But there was something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 02:28:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rita shivered as his tongue played along the back and side of her neck, flesh as tender as anywhere on a woman's body.&nbsp; She told herself again and again not to succumb to these moves, this play.&nbsp; But another part of her wondered why her husband never did this, never treated her as flesh to be delighted.&nbsp; She wanted to hang her head and let him have the whole territory of her neck to explore, but his hands in her hair prevented it, held her the way he wanted.&nbsp; She bristled at the way he directed her with his hands and yet could not dispute the pleasure it produced.<br><br>Rita opened her mouth, perhaps to complain or protest, as his cock slipped inside of her.&nbsp; But it was a moan that escaped instead.&nbsp; Her tunnel had been well prepared for this, slick with her juices and his saliva, his hands expertly positioning her for it.&nbsp; And his cock, it felt so different, so different than the only man she had known in so long.&nbsp; Not only because it was differently shaped.&nbsp; But also because she was so ready and eager, made more eager by the way he had treated and caressed and licked her.&nbsp; Yes, even by the way he had seduced and directed her.&nbsp; He slipped into her easily because of that, yet his girth stretched her in a way her husband did not.&nbsp; Planting her hands hard on the ground she rocked with his thrusts and pulls at her hair, her body warm and slick under his, moving in a rhythm that was ancient yet felt brand new right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seducer12</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 09:33:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His pace quickened. He moved in and out of her faster. His penis felt the juices of her tunnel. How it invited him inside. How it let him move the head of his penis around, exploring her femininity with his masculinity. He felt like he hadn't felt in a long time. The arousal of conquest was something else. The aphrodisiac that was penetrating a married woman overcame him and he felt powerful. Like a god. After her, he could have any woman he wanted he felt. He thrust harder and harder, holding her hair tighter. <br><br>His other hand was on her hip. He thrust in and out of her as though he was riding her. Directing her in a particular direction. Directing her to more pleasure. Directing her to multiple orgasms. She was quite a woman. A woman with class. A woman with intelligence. A woman with restraint, probably. a woman who would have generally been hard to get. But that was for normal men. The satisfaction he felt at having entered her overwhelmed him. He thrust with this gusto. He thrust wanting to show her a time like she had never had before. Wanting her to climax in a mountain of deviant sexual pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Compelling Subject (lips and thorns and seducer12)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 05:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rita felt a way she never had before.&nbsp; She had had hot sex before, she was no prude, and neither was her husband, really.&nbsp; But what was happening to her now, it was more than hot sex.&nbsp; There was the illicit allure of having an affair, there was the allure of sex with one of the most famously gorgeous men in the world.&nbsp; But mostly it was the way he frustrated and challenged her arousal at every turn.&nbsp; Rita wanted to turn and kiss the man she was fucking.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wanted to hang her head and thrust back at him.&nbsp; She wanted to slow the moment down and make it slow and tight and delicious. <br><br>But Rita wasn't in control. That was quite clear and the way he gripped her, directed her, took her at his own pace and hardness, it drove her crazy.&nbsp; It created an arousal that instead of sweeping to a familiar peak was driven further and further upward.&nbsp; Rita realized she was used to being in charge of her sex, her orgasm, her body, directing it as was best for here.&nbsp; Now she was being ridden, used, his cock thrusting into her with a speed and dedication that amazed her, never letting up, driving deeper than she was used to, harder, faster.&nbsp; She took the chance of balancing on one hand so that she could reach beneath her and tease her clit, wanting something familiar to help her over the edge of this mounting pleasure.&nbsp; The sound was wet and lurid in the dark room as he drove into her wetness and she knelt beneath him on the floor, driven back and forth with their pleasure.
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