The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)
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				Title: <strong>The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 20:28:35</strong>
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				Delilah parked her silver Toyota Corolla and checked her hair one last time in the mirror. She was a rather attractive woman in her mid twenties. Her skin was fair, slightly tanned, with only the faintest splash of pink on her cheeks. Long blonde hair spilled down over her shoulders and short layers framed her face. Hazel eyes stared back at her in the mirror, touched with only a bit of makeup. For the most part, she remained a natural beauty. Delilah slipped out of her car and tugged down her shirt a bit. She wore a white form fitting button up with a pair of dark blue jeans and black boots. There was a gun in a holster around her waist.<br><br>She was not just any type of police though. In fact, she was part of a secret police force that focused only on the non-human or slightly altered human perpetrators. In modern times, humans were all relatively unaware and ignorant of the other creatures they shared the planet with. It would be silly to try and leave those different criminals to human cops then. That's why the government, very secretively, passed an act that allowed for the existence of a special team of individuals to handle said different criminals. It kept the peace well enough and it did pay the bills. She couldn't complain.<br><br>While she was human, she had a special ability that made her different. Delilah was a telepath. Any creature, human or not, emitted thoughts and she could pick up on them. It helped them track their targets next move, find where they were hiding items, and other such useful tidbits. The only creatures she could regrettably not read the minds of were vampires. Being perhaps mentally superior than other beings, they could shield their thoughts much better than her powers allowed her to penetrate. Once in awhile, a newly changed vampires thoughts could be broken into, but it was rare to see one that was left on his or her own.<br><br>She was a strong, independent and take no crap type of girl. Raised by just her father who had telepathy as well, it was no wonder she had grown into such a woman. He told her to never be pushed around. After all, it was easy to get flack when you were different. He had taught her how to fight, so she had a black belt in San Su Kung Fu and he taught her some basic weapon training, so she always had a blade on her person. Unfortunately, he had passed soon after she had been admitted to the force. She consoled herself by saying that at least he saw her make something of herself.<br><br>Delilah clicked the button to lock her car and strode the short distance to the office door, greeting the receptionist with a smile and a nod. Tossing her hair out of her face, she made her way to the elevator and subsequently, the 5th floor where her desk was. Teams were put together based on species or ability. The 5th floor was where individuals with powers resided. They sometimes worked with other teams, but overall, each floor worked on their own specialty more or less. Usually, the 5th floor focused on criminals with special powers and various other crimes that came across their desk. There was no fine line of who should deal with what after all. <br><br>She slid into her seat and sighed softly, running a hand idly through her hair. She disliked mornings and had forgotten her coffee. Moreso, it seemed it was going to be a tough day since the usual people she enjoyed talking to were out already on some drug bust. Delilah got along with most everyone in her department. There was just one man....well, he irked her to say the least.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 21:40:31</strong>
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				Julian was late, as usual it was his option to be so.&nbsp; He didn’t have real hours he just knew when he needed to be at work.&nbsp; He wasn’t tall by most standards standing maybe 5’9 at best, he had the body of a greek god or a would be football player, dipped in chocolate.&nbsp; He could have done that too, but his calling seemed to be much higher and the pay was far better.&nbsp; There were no taxes on his money which made it go faster and father…not as fast as him.&nbsp; Julian was different, he was told he was a mutant, second generation it seemed at least one of his parents were mutants as well, he couldn’t tell which growing up they both seemed to be crazy.&nbsp; Both ex-military so that trained him in marital arts from a very young age.&nbsp; They got along but they died when he was in his teens so he went to live with his grandmother, she babied him so he was verging on spoiled and she gave him leeway, especially when his abilities manifested.&nbsp; <br><br>He had the ability to control and channel electricity in to a variety of effects even to the point of moving like lightning in a brisk run.&nbsp; His reaction times were far better or faster than those of anyone he had come in contact with…ok maybe a few vampires, a wolf or too.&nbsp; But other than that he was best there was at what he did.&nbsp; Sure some may have thought they were better, but he was at the top of his game till someone knocked him off.&nbsp; His green eyes scanned the parking lot thinking that he was going to get someone else into trouble…but no one was here…well Delilah was here.&nbsp; An evil grin spread over his face, he liked to give her&nbsp; hard time…hell he practically lived for it.&nbsp; It was fun to get her hackles up and the fact that she couldn’t read him being a telepath he loved.&nbsp; He knew she was if nothing else nice on the eyes, hell he would hit that if she didn’t get on his freakin’ nerves.&nbsp; But just aggravating her as she got all flustered was enough somedays and he now had a new mission for the day. <br><br>&nbsp;He stepped out of his 4x4 into the garage, he was dressed in black jeans, black leather vest and orange shirt that off set his skin and showed off his arms which were rather large.&nbsp; The fact that he could turn over a tank wasn’t lost on him either.&nbsp; He had a gun that had been modified to allow him to use his energy to shoot and not make his abilities seem so obvious.&nbsp; The only thing that made this place tolerable somedays was that it was interesting bring down the bad guys.&nbsp; What he found safe probably was that the Captain had never made them work together.&nbsp; It would be just his luck to be stuck with her for more than 24 hours.&nbsp; But as he walked on to the elevator wearing his, shades that made his green eyes look blue.&nbsp; He wondered what he could do to push her buttons.&nbsp; That pre-occupied him, for the moment.&nbsp; ‘Maybe a zap to that pretty lil behind of hers…..static electricity hairdo…..magnetize her gun to her watch or her hand?’&nbsp; He had to think of something quick his floor was coming up.&nbsp; ‘He could always just proposition her and watch her turn beat red and try to slap him.’&nbsp; <br><br>‘A small electric firecracker under her chair.’&nbsp; Yeah that would get her attention this morning.&nbsp; He said as the doors opened, his desk was across from hers at an angle actually so she would see him but not know that it was him, even after he sat down.&nbsp; He waited and counted, twenty second charge.&nbsp; He dropped it on the floor and it rolled ‘17’ beneath her chair as he went the long way to sit down, ‘13’&nbsp; He was in his chair looking through paperwork and didn’t even look at her. ‘9’&nbsp; He was logging in when the charge went off like a firecracker beneath her chair and he turned around like everyone else to ask what it was.&nbsp; Only the smell of ozone not gunpowder might have given him away.&nbsp; He had been a prankster for a long time growing up.&nbsp; Ok so he hadn’t grown up yet, but he was still a good agent.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 22:12:00</strong>
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				Delilah heard the elevator and she looked over to it to see who was coming in. The floor was relatively empty and so Julians broad and dark form was easy to see as he emerged from the elevator. She rolled her eyes. He always got under her skin. She could always read his mind, which helped ease some of her frustration, but she didn't pry in peoples minds so he still took her off guard a bit. <br><br>Such was the case as she looked back to her computer. She was checking her emails for work. The last thing she wanted to think about was Julian. He was so immature and stupid. She hated that she had to share the same floor with him, let alone the general closeness of their desks. As she came across the email with her current assignment, a loud bang and jolt came up from her chair and she jumped up with a look of shock on her face.<br><br>Even though Julian pretended it wasn't him, her eyes glared at him. "I swear Julian, one of these days your antics will get you killed and I'm going to laugh." She sat back on her seat, glancing over at him a few times just to see if he was up to anything else. Still, she opened up her mind to reach out to his thoughts. He probably wouldn't even feel it. If he thought of doing anything else, she would know before he did it and tell him her usual "don't even think about it."<br><br>As she looked over her emails, a look of shock came over her face. Without another word, she rushed across the office floor to the captains office. It seemed that there had been a string of missing person reports, all of which were mutants. The email stated her worst fear. She was to be teamed up with Julian since most other people were on assignment dealing with the drug bust. <br><br>She barged in the office and slammed the door behind her. If Julian hadn't read it yet, he might not know what was going on, but she knew if he read it, he could easily be as frustrated. Everyone knew that they disliked each other. It's why she occasionally enjoyed altering his thoughts when he was off in la la land. She could read his thoughts, but also alter the images he perceived. Fortunately for him, that was the only thing she did. If she wanted to, her abilities allowed her to cause physical pain if she really pushed her mind into someone elses. There had been times she had thought about it though.<br><br>"Sir, there has to be some mistake," she said as calmly as she could. "You know no good can come of this. He's irresponsible, immature and going to get someone killed. My luck it will be me if we are paired together." She was red in the face and her heart was racing a bit. No part of her wanted to be paired with him. She didn't trust him or his abilities. He was unstable and that worried her. Unfortunatly, her boss said what she had feared, they were the only agents not currently on assignment and subsequently, two of his best. "Besides," he added, "you two should be a great team. Your the brains and he's the brawn. You can be intel, he can be infiltration." <br><br>Frustrated, she made her way out of the office, heading back to her desk. Her mind was still opened up to hear any mischievious thoughts he might have. She was debating how she wanted to tackle this. Maybe he hadn't read it yet and she could have a little bit more peace and quiet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 22:44:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; <br>He would have to work harder next time, but even though he was busted.&nbsp; He couldn’t help the belly laugh that came from him that nearly brought him to tears with the look on her face.&nbsp; There were days that she could read his mind and other days he had to concentrate to keep her out.&nbsp; Those were the days when he actually thought if she weren’t such a thorn in his behind they could be a nice couple.&nbsp; Well if he could put up with her for longer than day, but even he had to admit with a body like that he could be occupied for quite a while.&nbsp; But the look on her was priceless, he would have paid money to do that again, but she was on edge now, ready so it wouldn’t be any fun, but there was always tomorrow.&nbsp; ‘Damn forgot the video.’&nbsp; He thought to himself, the jump from her still left minor chuckles escape his lips.<br><br>“You are going to miss me!&nbsp; You wouldn’t have anyone to pick on or have fun at your expense.&nbsp; Damn you are so uptight!”&nbsp; He said as he shook his head and opened up his email.<br><br>His laugh became a quick frown as he looked at the email that came across, he suddenly felt like a vampire he would blast from across the room and watch their hearts pop out into his hand before they turned to dust.&nbsp; “Shizzle do you believe this!!!”&nbsp; He was not that far behind her as his worse nightmare came true. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Yo…Cap what the hell is this?&nbsp; I know you are desparate to not have me be my fine lone wolf self and all but Broomhilda?&nbsp; You had to pair me up with her of all people?&nbsp; I know I agreed to stay away from your daughter and all but I didn’t think you mean I couldn’t come to the family reunions too.”&nbsp; He teased as his own family reunion had actually been in the same park at the same day.&nbsp; He met the Captain’s daughter and they had hit it off, but he respected the Captain enough to not go there….at this point…he should have changed his mind.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Don’t get your panties in a bunch sister, I have read your shoot first ask questions later reports.&nbsp; I have a better chance of getting killed.&nbsp; With you going in guns blazing there will be no one around to survive to kill you!&nbsp; Come Cap…I’ll was and detail your car or somethin!”<br><br>“I got yo infiltration man.”&nbsp; He walked out pissed not only did he have to stay with her, the bossman called him stupid.&nbsp; ‘Your brains and his brawn, ya’ll make a great team.&nbsp; Yessa!’&nbsp; He shook his head and went to sit down.<br><br>Her mind tricks made him nervous cause he thought about all of the times he couldn’t keep his mental shields up then she was privy to his mind.&nbsp; That was just some place he didn’t want her, kind of like his mom knowing he was doing stuff.<br><br>He tried not to look like a kid that didn’t get his own way as he sat down and his hand glowed and he wanted to punch the screen, but no then he would have to pay for that too.&nbsp; He knew this was such a bad idea, she was such a stick in the mud.&nbsp; “Ok Popsicle how do you want to play this?”&nbsp; He said he might as well make the most of it, the sooner they solved the case the sooner they were out of each others hair.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 23:02:03</strong>
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				She flopped down at her desk and sighed softly. She was going to have to keep her guard up around him. At least he seemed as bothered by this whole thing as she did. For a brief shining moment, he wasn't his usual annoying, braggart self. Delilah relished in it before responding.<br><br>"Well first of all, cut out the nicknames or whatever you call them. If we are going to work together, you need to show me some respect." Her tone was serious. It really was something she hated that he did, like calling her popsicle and such. She rolled her chair out into the walkway a bit so she could look at him. "And first, I think we should interview the families of the missing people. Maybe I can get a read from them of anything abnormal."<br><br>She was trying to treat this as normal as possible. Typical procedure said interviews, follow up, more interviews, investigation, and then, well, it got complicated after that. At least she knew if she read the minds of the families, she could get a good read on the missing persons powers, friends, enemies and anything strange that happened.<br><br>Maybe if she acted normal enough, he would treat her like an equal and not a piece of meat. She stood up and adjusted her holster around her waist. Her figure was slender, but she was fit. Every morning she went for a run and it showed as her jeans fitted around her lean legs. Despite her running, she still managed to have a rather curvacious figure with a full bust and nice rounded ass. She tossed her hair out of her face and looked to him. "Your car or mine?"
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:01:08</strong>
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				<br>He sat there not looking at her for a moment, it chapped his hide to know she had gotten under his skin and knew now how to push his buttons and he hated that even more.&nbsp; He knew he shouldn't mind working with her, she could if nothing else be useful...helpful even, but she is such a damned stick in the mud.&nbsp; Popsicle wasn't just a nickname, she did have something stuck up her behind and it wasn't him.&nbsp; She simply needed to loosen up and maybe then he could at least stomach her.<br><br>"Fine...I don't have a problem respecting you.&nbsp; My issue is working with an icebox. Officer Delilah!"&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; Listening to her as she went over what sounded like a good plan, but he wasn't going to tell her that.&nbsp; He acted unimpressed when she stood up and adjusted her clothes and her gun.&nbsp; Truth be told if he could have stood her he would have been more than looking at her, he might have even asked her out.&nbsp; 'Like that was ever going to happen!'&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; <br><br>"You are kidding right?&nbsp; MINE!!"&nbsp; He said without a doubt, she had control issues enough already.&nbsp; At least in his car she would have no choice but to relax.&nbsp; He wouldn't be forced to listen to classical or country.&nbsp; He stood up too, he tried to relax but even still he found himself looking like....like the brawn.&nbsp; 'Damn you Captain!!!'<br><br>"Where too first?"&nbsp; He said escorting her to his car, he didn't look at her nice round behind.&nbsp; Had she been his woman he knew she would come up for air every three days....maybe, but what man could stand to be with such a ball buster??<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 01:16:30</strong>
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				"Ok fine we take yours, whatever." She rolled her eyes at him and followed him out to his car. For now, he seemed to be acting well enough. Overall though, she could detect the disdain for her in everything he did. Even the simplest of comments, like him calling her officer Delilah, was done so to taunt her. Oh how it frustrated her. She kept her mouth shut as they walked out into the parking lot where his car was. The least she could do was help their assignment go as smoothly and quickly as possible.<br><br>She had grabbed a folder of paperwork from her desk before they left and she leafed through it as they walked. "It says the first person to go missing lived downtown with her parents. We could go there first and then there was another person who went missing from downtown. It would be easy to do both of those before lunch even." <br><br>The thought of having lunch with him frustrated her even. He was so immature and sex obsessed. She had seen him checking her out before. As it was, everyone knew how he had been hitting on the captains daughter. Sure, nothing happened, but word had gone around that he would have loved to get her in bed. That seemed to be the story of his life, his work even.<br><br>Admittedly, she knew nothing about him though. It made it easier to hate him perhaps. But he knew nothing of her either. She was far more relaxed than he gave her credit for. She listened to rock in her car, not country or classical, and in her free time, she enjoyed going surfing, not stuck at home reading books like a lonely cat lady or something. Still, she found it hard to see him as anything but what she could tell. He was rude to her and she was not going to be ok with that.<br><br>As she slid into the passenger seat, she glanced to him. "So, you think you can handle asking questions while I try to read the parents minds? You know, if the big bad caveman can't come up with spoken language yet, I'm sure I can help you out." She glared at him, obviously having as much dislike for him as he did her.<br><br>Even as she spoke though, her mind was opened up to detect his thoughts. She heard every thing he was thinking about her. She was a ball buster huh? She said nothing though, for the time being. She just let the frustration further fuel her sarcastic comments towards him.
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 02:48:22</strong>
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				He wanted to open the door for her but she got in or rather she would take it the wrong way.&nbsp; It wasn't that he didn't like her, it was more like she was representative of everything he had lived against.&nbsp; She was so uptight, so stuck up, he wasn't going to live like that.&nbsp; He could follow the rules...but he knew how to bend them...some were to be broken.&nbsp; She was the law in his mind, too strict, too uptight, she couldn't spell Fun if he gave her the F and U.&nbsp; There was a reason why he flew solo, he didn't have to deal with another's issues.<br><br>He could do a twofer.&nbsp; "That is fine..so what do you eat?"&nbsp; He said at least thinking of lunch now, if they had to eat together he at least wanted to know her likes and dislikes so he could find some place that had both burgers and tofu.&nbsp; He frowned at the thought, she just look like a tofu kind of girl.<br><br>He would have to make sure to get her home in time to let out her cats and get her snackwells out of the freezer for dessert.&nbsp; Her book of the month club subscription would be waiting for her on the front porch.<br><br><br>"Hmm caveman? You get that from grammer school?&nbsp; I would have thought you would have been more neanderthal, chromangne, cretin, not caveman."&nbsp; 'Yep definitely Tofu.'&nbsp; He thought to himself.&nbsp; "Yeah Mongo can ask questions."<br><br>He needed to solve this case like yesterday, before the Captain got any ideas and left them together.&nbsp; Hell shove hot pokers under his nails instead.&nbsp; He wanted to be pissed and he was, he hadn't even really asked the Captain's daughter out, shoot she came on to him.&nbsp; Yeah he was interested till he found out who she was.&nbsp; He knew the rumors he just didn't stop them.&nbsp; He didn't care what people thought about him, he was used to rumors.&nbsp; He was his own person.&nbsp; <br><br>He drove to the address and realized they were going to play good cop/bad cop.&nbsp; 'Watch this he thought to himself, I already know what she is going to pick too.'&nbsp; "You want to play good cop or bad?"&nbsp; He was almost verging on a yawn she was so predictable.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 03:11:23</strong>
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				"Good Mongo, glad to know you can ask questions." She let his other comments about what he would have thought&nbsp; she would have said go. He was so full of himself. <strong>He must think I'm a total nerd or something, that I can't even fight</strong> she thought. "And burgers sound good for lunch, as long as I can get a milkshake too." Why did he think I liked tofu? Ew.<br><br>It was hard opening her mind to his thoughts considering people were always thinking. Every thought he had brushed past her as if it were a breeze. She could not catch everything, and she was thankful. Still, many of his thoughts about her flew past and they just further frustrated her. He thought some ridiculous things about her. Finally, she decided just to put her mental wall up and forget about his thoughts for the time being. They had pulled up to their mark and even he wasn't the type to pull a prank while questioning a distraught family.<br><br>"Actually, I was just going to sit back and listen in. I was thinking you could ask the questions and for the most part, I'll just see what I can pick up. It will be much easier that way." She paused a moment. "It's not like this is an interrogation after all," she said with a chuckle as she got out of the car, a small notepad in hand. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 13:25:32</strong>
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				He wanted to snap his head and look at her, she was full of suprises.&nbsp; Perhaps he had her pegged wrong.&nbsp; Maybe she was not so much of a stick in the mud.&nbsp; He was pretty sure at some point he would be saving her, especially if she lost her gun.&nbsp; He wondered if she even had any silver bullets in that thing.&nbsp; He knew he had a back up in case something happened with his own abilities.&nbsp; He believed in back up...well accept with women, but then again he hadn't found a woman that would put up with him.&nbsp; Long enough to truly let in.&nbsp; Hell why was he thinking like that...he didn't even like her right??<br><br>"I can do a lot of things Ma'am."&nbsp; 'Damn she was so full of herself just because she was a telepath.'&nbsp; He rolled his eyes behind her sunglasses.&nbsp; She did have him with the milkshakes though....he really did love milkshakes.&nbsp; 'Watch her order vanilla.'<br><br>He found his thoughts of her changing and she was not only, not such an arrow she might have been ok under...different circumstances....not working with him, not his partner.&nbsp; Not thinking he was such a prick when really he wasn't, but that wasn't like he was really going to let Ms. Prissy in to his world for real.<br><br>"No its not...yet."&nbsp; He told her that, but he didn't believe it everything was an interrogation to him.&nbsp; It was how he got the job done, he like his physique.&nbsp; Most people were intimidated by him from the word go, she wasn't that gave her extra points in his book, but he would be damned if he ever told her that.&nbsp; <br><br>He moved to knock on the door, he noticed the pad and would have smiled but he was approaching the house.&nbsp; He didn't need the pad, his memory was really very good.&nbsp; 'They truly were different'&nbsp; He knocked on the door and stood there waiting for an answer.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 21:50:23</strong>
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				He seemed to be curbing his comments and she couldn't help but give him a bit of credit. It seemed he wasn't as frustrated with her as he usually got. A light smile crept up across her lips as they made their way to the door. She was not used to him not giving her sarcastic comments. Maybe he could do business on a mature level. <br><br>Indeed, they had more in common than they thought. She rarely let men get close enough to her, much as he was with women. There were few men she had really let herself open up to. In fact, no man she had ever been with knew about her abilities. She wondered how his relationships ended up.<br><br>He knocked and moments later a woman in her mid fifties answered the door. Her eyes were red and puffy, but it seemed that she was probably fairly attractive when she was younger. Delilah told her that they were there to ask some questions about her missing daughter. She ushered them in and offered them drinks. Delilah thanked her, but did not take anything to drink. Instead, she just took a seat on the couch and crossed her long slender legs. It took her but a moment to open up her mind and focus on the womans thoughts. <br><br>She mentioned that her husband was currently at work, but she had taken some time off with all that had happened. Apparently, her daughter had gone out to get some ice cream for the house four days ago and didn't return. The mom said that her daughters power was telekinesis. It had come about when she was in high school, but she had adjusted to it well enough<br><br>Delilah sat listening, nodding as the woman told her side of the story. It seemed all she said was true. Overall, it was hard to find the facts through the emotion ladden ones. She was partially blaming herself because she didn't want to go get ice cream herself. She was also partially mad at her husband, whom she hadn't been getting along with lately. Overall, the daughter was well liked and achieved good grades through out high school and now that she was in college. Delilah continued to probe her thoughts as Julian asked questions.
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				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:38:18</strong>
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				Julian thought this was strange but he was really a good agent and when the woman opened the door he was business.&nbsp; He asked her about her daughter her husband, where he worked, what she did.&nbsp; They made a decent living their relationship was currently rocky with their daughter missing, her blaming herself, him not taking her.&nbsp; But she didn't seem to have any enemies at school.&nbsp; She was comfortable with her abilities but nothing out of the ordinary.&nbsp; He wanted to see her room if that was ok, he checked the woman's pulse as he gently held her hand comfortingly.&nbsp; It wasn't out of character for him, it was just the way he was.&nbsp; She seemed to be more comfortable the more he held her hand hoping the his voice was soothing enough as he spoke to her.&nbsp; <br><br>She let him see the girl's room where he scanned it for bugs.&nbsp; It was different to realize there were others and they were being kidnapped, had he not have been agent and older it might have been him, there was only his grandmother to watch over him and if he had left and never came back it might have killed her.<br><br>He didn't see anything out of the ordinary save her webcam on her laptop, he wanted to take that but didn't want to get to deep.&nbsp; He would have to take it back to the lab to have it analyzed.&nbsp; He might have had time to crack it but not right now.&nbsp; But he was still looking trying to make sure there was nothing he had over looked.<br><br>He was waiting for Delilah to finished before he stopped to let them conclude together.&nbsp; He was working with her, when he got back to the car...he might push her back to the edge of his comfort.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was simply not the partner type, he couldn't keep a woman cause he wouldn't let them in he definitely would be able to get ride of Delilah before too long.&nbsp; He was good at pushing her buttons, he would only have to step it up a notch.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:49:42</strong>
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				The woman held no useful information for Delilah. Most everything that was going through her mind was what she was telling Julian. Part of her was upset. It seemed that this might be more difficult than she thought. At least as they went into the girls room, she got a feel for the girl. There was some residual mental energy around the room and Delilah focused in on it. It wasn't easy, but it was very similar to why psychics could find spirits. Mental energy remained even after death and so just because the girl wasn't present, she could still feel her energy around the room, obviously a place she was in a lot.<br><br>She strode out to the car and slid into the passengers seat. A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Well that didn't reveal too much. She seems legitimately upset. The trouble at home could be problematic. It seems it was present even before their daughter went missing. Other than that, nothing seemed awry." She shrugged a bit and tossed her blonde locks out of her face. "The next place is a few blocks away, by the shopping mall," she commented.<br><br>She was fully in business mode, mulling over the details of the case as she flipped through the file she had brought. Her mind was not on Julian at all. After all, there was a job to be done. Still, even when he wasn't trying to irk her, he managed to. As he had been interviewing the mom, he seemed to be trying to be charming and she had fought hard not to groan. He probably thought he was some type of irresistable, she thought to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 06:23:57</strong>
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				Julian had his moments of being charming but most of the time.&nbsp; He knew his slight pulses could distract them keep them focused on his touch and his voice for most women it worked.&nbsp; Delilah he wouldn't dare try it on cause he would be done with her in a few days.&nbsp; It would be easy to keep her at bay until then.<br><br>He listened to her…really listened she had information he needed nothing more.&nbsp; He wasn’t getting soft on her, he simply needed her right now.&nbsp; He nodded.&nbsp; “Ok.”&nbsp; Was all he said as he analyzed things.&nbsp; Maybe talking to the father might give a different perspective, fathers were generally closer to daughters around this age.&nbsp; The issue at home might preclude them talking to dad separately.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yeah that would have to be done later.&nbsp; &nbsp; “The mall?”&nbsp; He was thinking, if the victim was kidnapped by the mall there should be SC footage, surely the cameras would have picked up something.<br><br>He took and occasional glance down at the file and looked at the rode.&nbsp; Most of the time it appeared as if he was looking at the rode since his movements were rather quick.&nbsp; He didn’t focus on her, he didn’t like blondes right?!?&nbsp; “So what do you Want me to call you then?”&nbsp; &nbsp;‘Besides pain in the neck.’&nbsp; He thought thinking of how she seemed to dig him everytime she got the chance.&nbsp; If she didn’t give off the attitude of wanting to bust his chops all of the time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 01:10:36</strong>
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				She had been reading over the file as they drove. He had nothing of use to her as far as she was concerned. There was nothing charming about the man and his brute strength and talent seemed to only be useful in times of a fight. He seemed callous and cold and overall frustrating. Why should she pay attention to him? "The mall? Yeah I guess that could work," she responded casually. No need to make a mountain out of a mole hill. It wasn't a bad idea after all.<br><br>Part of her still took offense to it. She had wanted to get the interviews of the other parents out of the way already, but here they were going to the mall instead. <strong>He's probably hungry</strong>, she thought. <strong>Big bulky man like that probably eats whenever he can</strong>. For the moment though, she said nothing. <strong>Just a couple days, just a couple days</strong> she kept telling herself.<br><br>"What should you call me?" She turned to him and raised an eyebrow at him. What an odd question. In her mind, she was going to call him Julian, that was his name. Why would he think to call her anything but her name? "Well call me crazy, but something along the lines of oh...I don't know...my name, might work just fine." She rolled her eyes a bit, regretting it the moment she did.<br><br>She didn't like to be confrontational around him. Part of her really wanted to get along with him. Maybe it was all the pranks he seemed to enjoy pulling on her or maybe it was the way he seemed to objectify women, that irked her. One thing was for sure, she was going to be happy when their mission was done. She just hoped it was going to be over quick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 08:22:21</strong>
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				He was sitting next to a lovely woman, why was he not trying to come on to her.&nbsp; She didn't like him and hell nothing could EVER happen between them, they worked together.&nbsp; He couldn't put up with her working much less anything else.&nbsp; They were simply tolerating her right now.&nbsp; And besides, she made him nervous.&nbsp; He didn't like telepaths, they couldn't be trusted not to go snooping around in your mind on a whim.&nbsp; Despite his gruff exterior he still had secrets he wanted hidden.&nbsp; And without putting up a static shield around his head all of the time he couldn't keep her out.&nbsp; He had learned that trick when he brought down another telepath long ago.&nbsp; He knew how to do it but it wasn't one of his more easier tasks.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked around the area of the mall, there had to be something here.&nbsp; The girl seemed to have enough clothes so either she had really giving friend or she shopped alot and perhaps the security cameras might have something on her.&nbsp; He would have to go with her to interview the other parents as well, but truth be told he knew he only had to wait it out a few more days and she would be planted back at her desk driving someone else crazy.<br><br>He listened to her spout nonsense, that only proved she wasn't paying attention to him.&nbsp; 'And people call me callous.'&nbsp; He thought to himself.&nbsp; "Ok then Delilah!&nbsp; Why don't you like me?&nbsp; I mean really, what is it about me that pushes your buttons so wrongly."&nbsp; He wondered where it came from, he guess he wanted to make sure he was getting the push people away part right and make sure it wasn't his deodorant or something.&nbsp; He had learned to build walls so easily that it came second nature to him now and she was just someone else to keep out!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 08:47:57</strong>
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				Delilah looked at him with a bit of surprise. "Why don't I like you? You don't like me for one. I mean, you're always pulling pranks of me," she mentioned, indicating with her fingers as she listed off items. "You act so conceited and full of yourself, you don't take women seriously and I don't know, overall, you just don't take me seriously. What is it about me that you don't like?"<br><br>She looked to him with her soft hazel eyes and a single strand of blonde hair fell in front of her face. It seemed like she was really frustrated with the matter, that it really bothered her, but she wasn't going to say so. In truth, it did get to her that he always insisted on messing with her and carried himself in the way he did. Overall, how could she put up with someone who didn't seem to like her?<br><br>"Let's go check on those security cameras," she said softly, getting out of the car. He could answer as they walked, or he could choose to remain silent on the topic for the time being. Overall, she had been given something to think about.<strong>Why does it matter if I don't like him anyways?</strong> she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 09:08:39</strong>
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				He found it amusing as she spoke but he let that go.&nbsp; Maybe that was the real problem!?!&nbsp; He hadn't grown out of the pre-adolescent stage of teasing and maybe he did really like her but found it difficult to express so he resorted back to his old high school ways...pranks and teasing?&nbsp; No that couldn't be it she he was psycho analyzing himself.&nbsp; He didn't like her cause she thought she was superior to all those around her cause she was a telepath.&nbsp; "I never said I didn't like you, if my pranks offend you...I mean really.&nbsp; I...do apologize."&nbsp; He listened to her.&nbsp; "Cocky...yes conceited nope, full of myself definitely not.&nbsp; Confident...Very.&nbsp; I trained hard to be the best and I do my job with maybe a bit too much zeal.&nbsp; Being alone will do that to you.&nbsp; I don't see you lacking in the confidence department either and your condesending attitude doesn't take you along way with others either."&nbsp; He said wondering if she really thought it was all him.&nbsp; 'Maybe I don't like the fact that I can't find a woman as beautiful or as interesting as you to be mine.'&nbsp; He thought, hoping against home that he put up his static field in enough time to block that thought.<br><br>He liked it when her blonde locks fell into her face it made her look alluring.&nbsp; She seemed to be frustrated, he wasn't sure what it was about.&nbsp; Surely it wasn't about the fact that he didn't like her...or she thought he didn't at least.&nbsp; It wasn't the case after all, but he wondered why she cared.&nbsp; She could probably have any guy she wanted, what did it matter if the big black brick didn't like her....unless she wanted him too?&nbsp; That really made him want to chuckle the fact that maybe they really liked each other but was pushing the other away for some reason or another.&nbsp; 'No that couldn't be it!'&nbsp; He thought.<br><br>He got out of the car with her and walked to the mall and the security station.&nbsp; The fact that she went to the store and didn't come back home, didn't sit well with him.&nbsp; She had to have know something, ice cream in the middle of the night.&nbsp; 'Why did she care if he didn't like her?&nbsp; The real question was...did he really not like her or was he just so used to pushing people away that it was still just he coping mechanism when he really did like her?&nbsp; Push her away and she will go away.&nbsp; Apparently if that was the case....it worked cause she was seemingly pissed at him all the time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 09:24:06</strong>
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				As much as she wanted to probe into his thoughts to hear what he was really thinking, she didn't even try. Whatever his thoughts were about her, she wanted him to tell her. She never enjoyed probing into people's thoughts when personal matters were at hand. Sure, she had probed to see if her ex fiance had been cheating on her, and he had, but that was different. <br><br>Still, as she walked up to the security section of the mall, she couldn't get their conversation out of her mind. It seemed that they both didn't like each other, but perhaps they were both just too powerful and strong minded to believe it was any part of themselves. She had to admit, she didn't make it easy for him to get close to her. In her defense, neither did he. <br><br>What if she really liked him? After all, wasn't he everything she wanted in a man? He was successful, strong, charming, smart and she assumed he could be romantic. The thought had never really occurred to her, but on some level she had to like him. Why else would she care if he didn't like. All was said and done though and she didn't want to say anything else about the matter, for now anyways.<br><br>As she walked up to the first security guard, she flashed her identification. Luckily, it was general enough to say task force, rather than police department, and mentioned nothing about their special nature. Rather than let Julian take it away, she chose to talk this time. She said they were simply investigating a missing person case and they needed to see the tapes from a few nights ago. The guards didn't contest or anything, and simply moved over so they could have access to the tapes. It was back to business.<br><br>"Julian, what exactly do you think we're looking for?" Her question was said simple enough, but perhaps there was a little bit of questioning in her tone. Did he really think they were going to catch someone taking her away on camera? However, she had to give him credit, if they did catch that, it would be a great call on his part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 13:15:05</strong>
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				She really pissed him off on some deeper level.&nbsp; That was probably what got to him and made him think, not only did he want to sleep with her....she wouldn't have been a one night stand.&nbsp; But did he really want a relationship with her, could he really stand being around her longer than a month if they got together?&nbsp; Sure they would fight...hell they would probably fight a lot....but damn....the makeup sex.&nbsp; Look at her....her body...goregous!&nbsp; Most days even he had to catch himself from looking at her expansive chest that the shirt could barely cover.&nbsp; Nice waist...even if he wasn't superhumanly strong he would be able to lift her over him.&nbsp; She had....hell he didn't know many black women with a behind like that....round and firm.&nbsp; Maybe she really did work out as much as he did.&nbsp; Then there were those lips....even when she was fussing at him...the glaze of her lips gloss made him want to kiss her to shut her up, just to feel them against him....he could only imagine what all she could do with them.&nbsp; Then when she wasn't being pissed at him...he could just stare into those lovely eyes of hers they were darker than his own green ones but just before he gripped her corn maze hair and pulled her into another kiss.... "Julian,..."&nbsp; He heard her.&nbsp; 'Damn it!'&nbsp; He thought, he really did deep down on some twisted level not only found her extremely attractive...he really did like her.&nbsp; He shook his head and wanted to be mad cause damn it that meant being nicer to her and trying to let her in.&nbsp; Hell he had to give someone else a chance....but that was his problem everyone he let in they would leave either, cheat on him, find out he was a mutant or die.&nbsp; Then there was the other part of finding out he was....insaitable.&nbsp; That drove most of his girlfriends away....he chuckled as he thought of Syndey and the fact that she told him he could have other women on the side just to give her a break.&nbsp; It would have been every guys dream, but he couldn't handle the thought of cheating on her.&nbsp; He only wanted one lover, not one lover at a time.&nbsp; Even though that was the air he gave off, his grandmother would kill him if he went around acting like a ho!<br><br>His mind came back to the cause.&nbsp; "...well why not go with me and think about.&nbsp; She was at home....sure she wanted ice cream but being the social butterfly that she was why not consider that she was more interested in just getting out of the house than just ice cream?&nbsp; Besides the grocery store is on the other side of the mall.&nbsp; So why not check if my friends are here.....or someone I was wanting to meet?&nbsp; It is definitely a central location for the area.&nbsp; Mom and Dad wouldn't be the wiser if I took an hour or two to get ice cream.&nbsp; They would just be glad I was back home, but dad might ask...what took you so long?&nbsp; And that is a might since he wasn't expecting ice cream anyway."&nbsp; He explained his logic sure it might have been a long shot or a lucky break, but at this age he never went....there and back right away and I have access to a car.&nbsp; Nope this really did make sense, that and the fact that if he truly gave Delilah a chance and she turned out to be the ONE!&nbsp; It was him that really got the lucky break.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 23:56:08</strong>
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				She nodded as she listened to him. It seemed he had a good point after all. If she did go to get ice cream, it would be very easy to go and meet up with other people or perhaps go and buy something else. Her eyes remained on the screen, focused. Her blonde locks spilled out to hide her face a bit. Hazel orbs took in passing person by passing person, searching for the girl that they were looking for. <br><br>"There," she said as she stopped the footage and pointed to the woman. "Now we just have to follow her through the footage and see what the heck she was up to." She moved out of the way so he could have access to the footage. He knew what he was specifically looking for. Telepath or not, she didn't want to step on his shoes, so to speak.<br><br>As she moved aside, her eyes took him in. He was a strong man, powerful and overall good looking. She hated to admit it, but a deep part of her was really bothered by the fact he didn't like her. He was a man that could keep up with her after all, a man that she could say what was on her mind and he wouldn't go crying home to mom. She knew he could take care of a woman though. With those arms alone, he was the perfect example of protector. More so, he had determination and drive, something all of her previous relationships lacked. God it seemed that every man she ended up with had some flaw or another that Julian made up for. Her men were either spoiled, weak, or too submissive. Oh how she wished she could find a man that took charge of things, not just in general life, but in the bedroom. She got so tired of being in control all the time. Sure, she was feisty and enjoyed being a strong formidable woman, but really, no woman wanted to be the man of a relationship. <br><br>A soft sigh escaped her lips and she turned her attention back to the screen, trying to bypass Julians form. Maybe if he liked her, she could be a little more playful with him, maybe even have something. Of course they worked together, so it would be ultimately very difficult. Still, despite their general frustrations with each other and the arguments that would no doubt ensue, wouldn't it be just what she had always been looking for? "Find anything?" she asked him softly, brushing a few locks of blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 04:09:25</strong>
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				He listened to her, he wasn’t trying to ignore her.&nbsp; He couldn’t now that his mind had seen what the real problem was that he had with her….he liked her.&nbsp; She was not something he desired…she was someone.&nbsp; He hated to admit it but he saw something in her that kept his parents together long enough to raise him.&nbsp; That and he didn’t have to play around with the fact that he was a mutant…she knew already and she was one too.&nbsp; He would have to deal with the fact that she knew…she would know he was…horny all the time!?!&nbsp; It dawned on him like a lightbulb, so if she really wanted this she knew full well what she was getting into with him.&nbsp; So the ball would be in her court once he spoke with her and let her in.&nbsp; That scared him spitless…letting another woman in and hoped she didn’t leave him for someone else!&nbsp; He wanted to pull her hair back and kiss her neck…but that definitely hadn’t discussed that…hell she didn’t like him and would be likely not to slap him but punch him in the face.<br>He was lucky indeed.&nbsp; He looked his eyes was focused on the scene and the frame.&nbsp; His eyes was able to move at the speed of his body at times as he followed her and then he saw him.&nbsp; He was a man…not a teenager, he was much older almost distinguished.&nbsp; Not dressed old but he could tell he wasn’t a spring chicken either.&nbsp; The kiss on the cheek told him they were close, he didn’t know how close though.&nbsp; “There!”&nbsp; He said rolling back the scene and pulling it to the center so she could see it now.&nbsp; He didn’t mind her taking over but there was something that he had to work out between them.&nbsp; If they worked together they were going to be partners and they were going to share, sometimes he would be in charge sometimes he.&nbsp; But they would definitely have to trust one another or neither of their new relationships would work.<br>She smelled good and he could very well see down her shirt if he looked.&nbsp; But he realized he didn’t want to look any more as much as he wanted to touch and partake.&nbsp; But he wasn’t going to let her be privy to those thoughts he would tell her when the time is right and let her decide on if they could process behind a working relationship.&nbsp; Hell he wanted to take her in his back seat.&nbsp; He smirked at the thought of maybe that is what they would do on a lunch break or two.&nbsp; Not he needed to back up what if she wasn’t even thinking of him in that light then he would have simply gotten his hopes up for nothing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 10:00:53</strong>
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				Her eyes took in the scene on the screen. She was leaning forward just enough so that she could see the man on the screen. A soft frown formed on her face. Perhaps this was just the girls boyfriend or maybe it was something more sinister. Delilah pulled away from the tv and motioned for him to step away from the guards and such. Once he stepped over near her, she'd be able to talk to him in a hushed tone.<br><br>"Alright, I don't know what you're thinking, but maybe we should get a picture of the man and show it to her parents and maybe the other girls parents. Perhaps he's a connection. If not, he could just be her much older boyfriend." She shrugged softly. "Not saying that's ok, but it doesn't make him out kidnapper or whatever we're looking for. Do you agree?" She was doing her best to include him in everything. They were partners in this, and so far, he had managed to be quite professional. Aside from his prank this morning and occasional thoughts about her liking tofu, he had been quite tolerable. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all.<br><br>Her eyes took him in once more as they talked. His strong arms made it hard for her to not think about him holding her. She knew he noticed her figure. She always picked up on his thoughts before in the office. That was a matter of necesity. She never knew when to expect a prank and had to remain sharp. For now though, she was being careful to keep her thoughts to herself. This was the first time they had worked together and she didn't know if he would be thinking differently about her now that they were around each other for awhile. Delilah wasn't ready to hear his true thoughts about her. If he didn't like her, it would just upset her and make her lose respect for him on some level. If he did like her, well, that could turn things upside down. She would then be forced to think of her feelings and thoughts about him. That was something she wasn't ready to do yet. He was a great man, but she had always been at odds with him. She couldn't like him, could she?<br><br>Still, she had to admit that even she had thought about him sexually. Her sex drive was much like that of his own. She had always been left needy with the men she had been with, but she had said nothing about it to them. She simply acted as though she was sated with 5 or so orgasms. She had wondered before on how big he was, on how good of a lover he was, on if he was as kinky as she was. It was true, though she had failed to be with a man who could satisfy all her fantasies, she did have plenty of kinky fantasies. She had tried to get men to do a lot of things with her including orgasm denial, tying her up, choking, slapping and even using vibrators on her to keep her teased all day. Problem was, a lot of men seemed intimidated about trying new things. <br><br>Tuning back into what was going on, she smiled softly at him, trying to pretend she hadn't just been thinking about the size of his cock. "So do you want to do that and then go out for lunch? We could go interview and what not after we eat. I'm starting to get pretty hungry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 13:49:52</strong>
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				Julian looked at the screen he wanted to be wrong, but he guessed that he was right.&nbsp; He wished deep down that all women knew self-defense, but something inside of him said she was a telekinetic so she would have been able to defend herself so that left him fully with kidnapping.&nbsp; He was doing his best to be more professional, not focus on leaning over and being able to look down the shirt of one of the most beautiful women he had been around.&nbsp; Hell she could have been a model, why she wanted to do this he didn't know, but apparently she liked helping people.&nbsp; He wished he could have met her before this, they might have been able to have a normal life together rather than the secret police.&nbsp; Maybe they were supposed to have a life together as the secret police.&nbsp; He shook his head...why in the world was he thinking of a life together with her.&nbsp; She didn't like him, she told himself every day right.&nbsp; 'I hate you!....no she used despised!'&nbsp; He thought...but it was usually after a prank.&nbsp; So maybe....Nahhh, one week with him and she would not only be gone but away from him.&nbsp; Waking up going to sleep moaning and screaming on their days off or when they weren't working on a case.&nbsp; Yeah he would give her a week of that and she would be like the other.&nbsp; 'I am sorry Julian but you are....just.....too much, dinner, dancing is fine but daily?&nbsp; Not that my body doesn't appreciate the release and all but I am thinking....I am not the one for you!'&nbsp; He had heard it so many times before.&nbsp; He could recite it.&nbsp; But damn there was just something about her that made him want...just that week with her.<br><br>"The picture is good, we need her computer now, the cell phone is out unless one of the others left theirs."&nbsp; He listened to her realizing they were on the same trail mentally, she was with him on this now.&nbsp; Maybe he did need to only give her a chance.&nbsp; Yeah he wasn't a telepath but he did have a good head on his shoulders.&nbsp; Above all else he was professional and he caught himself looking into her eyes and noticing fully how beautiful they were.&nbsp; He almost glared at her as his mind screamed 'TELEPATH!!!'&nbsp; Almost instantly he summoned up a static field just around his head to shield his thoughts he knew he needed it as he listened to her....partially as his mind thought of kissing those lips and wondering...how much of him she could take down between them.&nbsp; The idea that he was probably as big as her arm when fully erect didn't hit him before now, considering he hadn't been close enough to smell her, think about pushing her against the wall and ravishing her right there.<br><br>"Yes that is a good idea."&nbsp; He said taking it in.&nbsp; Maybe the other guy was a telepath as well seducing young girls.&nbsp; There hadn't been a boy kidnapped yet so that confirmed his suspicions.&nbsp; He was either making a harem or selling them off considering the girls were taken so close together that ruled out murder.<br><br>He knew he had to keep the field up for a while and it would require some concentration, but he was used to doing this but it had been a while.&nbsp; Last thing he needed was for his thoughts to slip, maybe he could very well be nicer to her and she might just give him the time of day.&nbsp; Not too nice or the rest of the office would wonder what is up.&nbsp; But no more pranks would be good.<br><br>Maybe the captain was right...maybe he was just trying to keep him away from his daughter.&nbsp; If he was with her, she would keep him in line and he could keep her safer as she was almost like him, straight up cowboy...girl.&nbsp; No he had to keep the field up as he thought of ripping her shirt open and drowning himself on her large orbs.&nbsp; He focused and thought maybe after the case, cause during he might be a bit too distracted but he was fully aware of the job.<br><br>"Gentleman I need two of those prints please and thank you for your time."&nbsp; He said to the guards thinking it was a great idea.&nbsp; It didn't help that she just said she was hungry...and awful choice of words for him.&nbsp; Cause he was....VERY hungry and knew nothing on any menu would suffice.&nbsp; 'I will have a naked Delilah please....hold the teddy!'&nbsp; &nbsp;He hoped his field would hold but with his thick starting to harden slightly at the thought of his tongue sliding between her lower lips he was feeling more aroused than before.<br><br>He looked at her and knew he probably needed to get away from her for awhile before he did something stupid....'will you sleep with me tonight?&nbsp; I know you hate me but I was thinking maybe if you didn't have a boyfriend you might need some relaxation?'&nbsp; He quickly shook those thoughts from his mind, he knew the truth now...he not only liked her but craved her on a much deeper level.&nbsp; Which to him would definitely explain the pranks...it was something get a rise out of her.&nbsp; When she jumped up to glare at him, her breasts bounced so perfectly.&nbsp; He was surprised that he noticed that but then again he was quick mentally.<br><br>"Could you wait another hour?&nbsp; We could interview the parents and go over our notes then you could have your evening to yourself?"&nbsp; He said not trying to take over but there were really only two options spend more time with her or less.&nbsp; He wanted more, but she told him plainly how she felt.&nbsp; But there was also lunch....maybe they could at least talk over a meal?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 20:34:32</strong>
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				She couldn't hide the surprised look on her face. No, it wasn't the thoughts running around her head. Even though she was curious, it took only a bit of telepathic probing for her to catch his mental shield. But no, her surprise was because he didn't seem to want to go out for lunch. Delilah had thought they were getting along fairly well, but he said wait an hour or so and then she could have the evening to herself. <strong>He doesn't want to be around me more than he has to it seems</strong> she thought.<br><br>As quick as she could, she shook her head a bit and snapped back to her usual sarcastic self, putting up her emotional wall. Why try and get close to this man when he didn't seem to care about her? "Yeah, that works. Better for us just to head in on our own for the night rather than drag the day out any longer than it needs to be," she shrugged lightly. Part of her feared he would be able to see just how much of a liar she was. She had been looking forward to sitting down and having lunch with him. She knew she hardly knew him at all and had thought that lunch would be a good chance for her to get to know him more. Delilah just told herself that she was being silly. He didn't like her, of course he didn't want to sit down and have lunch with her.<br><br>"Here, let me see the picture," she asked, changing the subject. Unaware of how he felt, she simply knew that she didn't want to let her thoughts linger about why he didn't seem to care for her. God he was probably an amazing lover, relentless and fierce, just like she enjoyed. He could probably tie a good knot and hoist her up just about anywhere he wanted to hang her. She pursed her lips together a bit as she looked over the photo, not really looking it over after all. Her mind kept thinking about what he could do for her if only they could tolerate one another for longer than....well....five minutes?<br><br>"So this guy doesn't seem very threatening, doesn't seem to be using much force. I still say he might just be an online relationship or boyfriend in general. If not," she looked around a bit before continuing, "I'm not sure what power allows a person to manipulate others in such a passive type of way." She shook her head a bit and gave the picture back to him. She was ready to go. Even standing this close she could smell his cologne and it was near intoxicating. Any woman was subject to mental images of a muscular chest pressing down upon her that smelled as good as he did right now. She did not need that right now.<br><br>Heading away from the mall, she tossed her blonde locks out of her face. Her stride was smooth, hips swaying gently with each step she took. Delilahs' jeans hugged to her well rounded bottom and showed off her slender legs. Her mind had already shifted to business mode. She was trying to remember details from the other missing woman. <br><br>She'd slide back into the passengers seat of his car and open up the file. The next woman could control fire. It definently seemed like she could take care of herself if she got into trouble. Why were all these woman getting taken when their powers weren't weak by any means. Her brow furrowed just a bit as she mulled over possibilities. Perhaps the man, or someone, was trying to recruit for some type of army. Maybe he was killing them off, just moving through mutants quickly. Either way, it didn't seem good. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 14:25:34</strong>
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				He was not really swift on noticing a lot of woman but for some strange reason he noticed her reaction to his statement and her attitude shift.&nbsp; He was fully aware of the change and he was taken aback...she did want to go to lunch with him....why?&nbsp; He would just have to find out!&nbsp; "No that was not what I meant.&nbsp; I meant for us to have a free late lunch/early dinner without being called back to work...that's all.&nbsp; Unless you really don't want to have dinner with me?"&nbsp; 'Oh my did he just ask her out on the sly?'&nbsp; He was really losing it was like asking her over after he knew she wanted to bash him.<br><br>Did she want to spend time with him or something?&nbsp; He didn't mind he really did like the company not that he would tell her that or something though.&nbsp; It wasn't like he really knew her he just assumed she was like he thought.&nbsp; Maybe she wanted to give him a chance...a real chance who knew....as fear crept up his spine as he thought of pushing away the one woman that would really be able to put up with him or love him for a lifetime.<br><br>His hand grazed her as she took the picture and his mind wondered at the touch the softness of just her finger, her lips, her skin, her breasts, her stomach, those legs wrapped around him pulling him closer.&nbsp; It was probably heaven in those arms, the fire of her kiss would set his body and heart ablaze.&nbsp; He wondered if maybe she could be pinned to his bed spread eagle and her impaled fully upon his tongue completely under his control as he attacked her relentlessly.&nbsp; No he was pretty sure she wouldn't go for that at all.&nbsp; They couldn't stand each other for five minutes much less the hours it would take for him to make her scream and moan like that.<br><br>"Ok but why hide, you women have a knack of getting what you want?&nbsp; Her parents seemed to adore her so they wouldn't have liked her boyfriend being that old but they wouldn't have stopped her from talking about him.&nbsp; That and what about her friends, someone would know she had a boyfriend??"&nbsp; He knew he could keep his mouth shut if Delilah was his lover, but anyone else...everyone would probably know just from his mannerisms.&nbsp; That and ordering her candy and flowers...shoot she might not like flowers and candy....most women like chocolate and it would give them a good excuse to work it off....maybe hot chocolate over her nipples that he could suck off!&nbsp; He quickly shook that thought from his mind greatful for the mental shield she had up...but a thought crossed his mind....what if she were more powerful than his mental shield....and she could hear him any way?&nbsp; Most people had one or maybe two abilities....he was more powerful than most....what if she was too?<br><br>He wanted to know what it was like to snatch her up off of the floor hug and kiss upon her deeply as if she were his.&nbsp; Take her off to her room as if he was the caveman she thought he was strip her down and just have at her, leaving her with no room to speak, resist, baulk to his every want and need of her.&nbsp; 'Yeah she would drop me like a bad habit and walk out!'&nbsp; He thought as she moved away from him and he wondered if his deodorant had died.&nbsp; 'So much for falling asleep running my fingers through those blonde curls.'&nbsp; He imagined them lying together in his large bed after several hours of being with one another, just resting before they started up again.&nbsp; 'A man could fantasize right?!?'&nbsp; He thought to himself wondering could they even get to that point without killing each other.<br><br>He watched her move away from him, the jeans she wore did nothing to hide her figure and her ripe behind that he was more than itching to grab and grip.&nbsp; Ok now he was more than interested in her.&nbsp; But it would never work right?<br><br>"Where to next?"&nbsp; He asked politely thinking had they been an item already he would have pulled her into his back seat....after the second questioning that is.<br><br>"So would you like a burger for dinner or some other meat?&nbsp; My treat."&nbsp; He said he wanted more than dinner with her now.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 05:57:41</strong>
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				Delilah forced herself to walk away, she had to. It wasn't him, it was her. How could one man occupy her thoughts so much and cause her to wonder so much? He was a man that drove her nuts! He thought crazy things about her and played pranks on her and for all she knew, was a cheater. Why was she thinking so much about his hot body and how it would feel to be totally and fully under his control?<br><br>"You're probably right," she commented in regards to his theory about their possible suspect. "I guess he probably isn't a boyfriend. Still, let's go to the other house and see what that girls parents say." She was really eager to get a read on this girls parents. They were wealthier than the first family, though not by much. There had been no ransom note to any of the missing girls families, so it wasn't that money was an issue. Still, what was making these young girls run off with a much older man as though there was nothing wrong with the situation? "Maybe he was posing as a talent scout. There are a lot of girls that fall for the 'you could be a model, come to my studio and I'll take your picture' routine," she commented with a sigh. <br><br>His comment about going out to dinner with him threw her a bit off guard, but she hid it well enough.<strong>Other kind of meat huh?</strong> she thought. <strong>He doesn't want to know what I'd do to his meat</strong> she thought with a slight smirk. She couldn't help but think that he probably had no idea she could deep throat. "Burgers sound good. I'd enjoy a late lunch. Seems I don't usually get to eat on my own until late anyways. I may as well have company, you know, even if it's annoying company." Her comment held sarcasm, but less painful sarcasm. Perhaps it was just on the border of playful. If he looked, she wasn't really smiling, but she didn't seem unhappy. It was hard to totally hate him after their time together, but hell she couldn't let him know she was tolerating him. He might think it was a free ride to shock her in the ass or something ornery. <br><br>Her eyes took in the landscape as they drove. There wasn't much else to say. Delilah didn't feel like divulging random information about herself, and she didn't think they were at the point in any relationship for her to randomly ask him stuff. No, she was determined not to like this man. Tolerate was one thing, but she wasn't going to try and make something there that wasn't going to be. He didn't like her and she didn't want to like him. That's what she kept telling herself anyways.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 06:17:46</strong>
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				He looked out the window to keep from looking at her.&nbsp; He swore if she had been his lover and they weren't on assignment...this had been a relaxing afternoon he would have straight pulled her into the back seat and taken her then and there.&nbsp; Why did she seemed to have such a claim over him.&nbsp; He didn't know, but it seemed so sudden in her control.&nbsp; She would be gone before too long and things would go back to normal he just had to wait it out.<br><br>He drove to the other location without looking at her or down her shirt or over at those sweet legs that he wished were wrapped around him right now.&nbsp; "Ok then."&nbsp; Was all he said as he drove to the next house.&nbsp; "That could be the case?&nbsp; None of them were telepaths right?"&nbsp; He asked thinking one of them could have seen through his guise but then there was something that made him pick those that had skill that could be used both offensively and defensively?&nbsp; His mind wondered how many still fell for that weak line.<br><br><br>He wondered what she was thinking about with that smirk on her face.&nbsp; Given the chance he would turn that smirk into several moans, she would have a smile on that face for days if he had his way.&nbsp; "I annoy you and you don't have a boyfriend??&nbsp; Somehow I can't imagine why, not like you are not goregous and sexy!"&nbsp; He said before he could catch it but he continued to drive.&nbsp; 'Any man would kill to have you...I know I would.'&nbsp; He thought to himself as he seemed to look every way but at her.<br><br>"Since we are working together, it might be best for me to know how not to push your buttons.&nbsp; So when we eat....20 questions....I will even play fair...any 20 questions you want and I will answer honestly."&nbsp; He said...didn't mean he was going to tell her everything but he wasn't going to lie to her, that would be fair at least.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 06:29:30</strong>
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				She glanced through the files quickly, her mind still in work mode. "No, no telepaths that I can see. It's weird. Things just don't seem to be adding up. It's not like women just go missing in hoards for no reason." Even as her mind processed details of the case, she heard his remark. He thought she was gorgeous and sexy?<br><br>Quickly, her eyes shot up and looked at him, the surprise evident on her face. Still he simply drove though, perhaps playing it off. <strong>Had he said that on purpose? No, no he couldn't have. He's fucking with me. Stupid man, he has to be fucking with me</strong>, she thought. "Yeah, I guess if it's not my looks, it must be my overly tight pussy that scares all the men away. They always mumble something about circulation." She shrugged lightly and turned away, knowing very well the images she had probably created in his mind. If he was fucking with her, well two could play that game. If he wasn't, well, she just gave him a hint at what she was really like.<br><br>Either way, her comment made her feel bold and in control, just how she liked to be in her every day life. She enjoyed keeping him on his toes. Also, the new playful banter they had adopted, that wasn't necessarily hate, but slight frustration, was nice. She was enjoying being able to openly mess with him. As her mind reeled, she wondered more and more how she could toy with him in little ways. Hell, she wouldn't even mind if he did it back. As much as she hated to admit it, this was borderline flirting, and she was actually enjoying it.<br><br>Shoving her thoughts about him plunged inside her tight womanhood, thrusting and holding her down like the strong man he was, she focused on what he was actually saying. "20 questions sounds fair. I guess if we have to work together, we may as well know a bit about each other." She smiled a bit as they came up to the house.<br><br>"Alright, this is it. You want to do the same thing as before?" She asked as she slipped out of his car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 06:41:22</strong>
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				"Then it doesn't make sense then...or maybe it does?&nbsp; Mind control...doesn't work as well against a telepath, hence he wouldn't go after them.&nbsp; So that might be one weakness for our super-powered casanova."&nbsp; He said realizing she had not only heard him but was shocked by his words.<br><br>"Then maybe you need to find the right man that is NOT scared off by both!"&nbsp; He responded not believing what she just said.&nbsp; He wondered if she was just playing with him, but what she just said he couldn't imagine coming out of her mouth, surely that wasn't for real.&nbsp; He wondered if she really was just that tight and what it would be like to have her riding on top of him...naked watching those breasts bounce as he licked over her tongue and smacked her behind as they moved together with him thrusting deeply inside of her.<br><br>Was she flirting with him?&nbsp; Teasing him over something he wouldn't get?&nbsp; No matter he liked&nbsp; her enough to play, but what he wanted was to tease...clothes off...clothes on or some point halfway between.<br><br>"Ok then dinner and talk...any more than that your call...if you are up for it.&nbsp; Unless you are just lip service."&nbsp; He thought then of where he wanted those goregous lips of her to be and returned to thinking of how much of his chocolate pole she could really take.<br><br>"That is fine, seemed to work before."&nbsp; He said as he walked with her up to the door and knocked on it.&nbsp; They would have more answers hopefully after this visit.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 07:04:39</strong>
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				She couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. "Lip service huh? That's a new one." She shook her head a bit. What could she say to that? Bad enough she had already wondered at the size of his member, let alone what it would feel like inside of her mouth, throbbing and pulsing against her tongue. "Guess you'll just have to wine and dine me to find out for yourself." She shrugged a bit, smirking though.<br><br>It was fun to play along. Even though she didn't expect things between them to go anywhere, it was fun to play around with him. They both seemed to be sarcastic enough for it to work like that and thus far, she hadn't had to kill him. Still, this teasing was creating a weird feeling inside of her. She didn't want to like him, but curiousity and other feelings might get the best of her judgement at some point.<br><br>Delilah followed him up to the doorstep and waited for a response. When someone finally came to the front door, it was a rather classy looking woman with a man in a suit standing not too far behind her. They let them in, a bit wary of course, but obliging none the less. Delilah smiled and greeted them as she normally did, opening up her mind to their thoughts. As far as she could feel, Julian had his mental shield up. She had never bothered to tell him that if she really wanted to, she could push it down enough to get inside of his head. There was never a need for it after all.<br><br>The woman said their daughter had gone missing at some point after her classes at some private university. The college was expensive and had good security, but no one had seen anything out of the ordinary. Things were fine at home she said, and the father didn't seem to disagree. As Delilah probed inside their minds, she could tell that they were telling the truth, as far as they were concerned. Their daughter spent little time with them, but didn't dislike her life. Images of her being spoiled with a car, lots of clothes and jewlery, spilled into her minds eye. This missing woman was not lacking. So why would she run off?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 07:17:25</strong>
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				"Then I guess I am willing to take that chance if you are?"&nbsp; He said volleying back, he would have never thought she was like this.&nbsp; But she gave as good as she got even if it was lip service at the moment.&nbsp; He knew of a few of his lovers that could talk a good game even if they couldn't back it up fully.&nbsp; &nbsp; He still imagined what it would be like to be with her, he simply couldn't help it.&nbsp; 'Opposites attract apparently he thought to himself.<br><br>He had no idea how powerful Delilah was, maybe she would tell him later.&nbsp; He would have to use less energy around her, especially if the shield was useless against her.&nbsp; But then she would be privy to his thoughts and know the truth especially how he felt about her really.&nbsp; He wanted to tighten his shield the last thing he needed for her to know was how he truly cared about her.<br><br>As the door opened he studied the woman, then the man that was not too far behind her.<br><br>Julian listened to her store and recognized she was indeed kidnapped but it didn't seem to be unwilling so that seemed to say that it was still someone she knew.&nbsp; That didn't sit well.&nbsp; "I am going to need her laptop...and or cell phone, Please."&nbsp; He said to the woman turning on the charm this was their last stop before burgers or whatever kind of meat she wanted.&nbsp; But he felt it was just not a good thing with this case as he went over everything in his mind and images of Delilah and both of them together ran over those thoughts.&nbsp; They had been at too long a break was in order.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 07:26:38</strong>
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				The family obliged, much as the last one had, to give them all of their daughters electronics. All that was really left in that department was to send the items to their tech team to analyze. They would be able to find any encrypted emails or other correspondence between them and this random man.<br><br>Delilah did venture to show the family the picture of the man who had been with the first girl at the mall. They said he didn't look familiar, and it just seemed to send them into more of a panic at what might have happened to their little girl. Delilah figured it best if they left. As she made her way outside, a soft sigh escaped her lips. Stuffing her hands in her back pockets, she pondered the details of the case. She already knew it was going to be a long night of research. It was hard for her to sleep as is when she was on a case, but this one was especially troubling.<br><br>"Alright Julian, it's going on 3pm. Let's go get us some burgers before it gets any later. Hopefully it will last me until bed time." She doubted that. Bedtime would probably be around her usual 2 or 3am. She'd be eating before then. She slid her lithe form into his car once again, but this time tucked away the case folder. She was pretty done looking it over for the time being.<br><br>"Do you know any good place? I haven't been out to eat in awhile." <strong>Great now he's going to think I don't get out much</strong> she thought with a bit of a frown. The last thing she needed was him giving her a hard time about anything that resembled her dating life. He didn't need to know that she absorbed herself in her work so much so that she didn't have time to date, that she was tired of it and that she hadn't had a date since she had found out her ex fiance had cheated on her. No, men were complicated, best to stay away from that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 07:36:03</strong>
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				The family made it easy for them, he would do what he could to bring their children back.&nbsp; That was just his job it was what he did.&nbsp; Right now he had to figure out who this person was before they encountered him with no back up plan.&nbsp; That wasn't his style despite what his record said he wasn't that impulsive.<br><br>"What do you normally do until bedtime?"&nbsp; He wondered he made it a point unless there was a reason to go to sleep no later than 1.&nbsp; He knew he couldn't focus otherwise unless he was distracted.<br><br>"Any particular place in mind?&nbsp; I know several places that make great burgers?"&nbsp; He said thinking of all of the good filling restaurants that were on his list of places to eat and bring a date....not that this was a date mind you...ok he wanted it to be a date, but she wouldn't see it like that...or would she?<br><br>"I wish I could believe that you are just teasing so you can find my secret hangouts."&nbsp; He said with a wink as he drove them to 'Five Guys' burgers.&nbsp; "So why don't you have a boyfriend or lover now?"&nbsp; He asked.&nbsp; It was going through his mind he didn't believe she was not without several guys on the side.&nbsp; Which was usually a guy trait but damn look at her almost a walking playboy bunny!&nbsp; Some guy would be stupid to cheat on her, hell if it were him she would be praying for a break if anything.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 08:04:14</strong>
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				"Normally I'm researching on my cases," she chuckled a bit. It was an honest answer for an honest question. "I know it's sad huh? Total workaholic." She shook her head lightly. It's not that she wanted to be a workaholic, she just was. It prevented her from thinking about other things that troubled her.<br><br>"Well if you know several places, you should just pick." Her response was simple, but a little blunt. Indeed, she was toying with him a bit. "Besides, if I am trying to find your secret hangout spots, all the more reason for you to pick the place." She paused. "I can't stalk you at the places I hang out." A soft chuckle escaped her lips and she reached up leisurely to brush a stray strand of blonde hair out of her face. She smiled a bit though as the pulled up to the burger place. It looked as good as any. "This looks good," she commented, getting out of the car once he parked.<br><br>His next question took her off guard. It was a very specific, very personal question, to be asking someone that you normally didn't get along with. "This counts as your first of 20 questions mind you," she said smoothly as she walked up along side him. She chose not to answer until after they were seated and their orders taken. She didn't need random waitresses or customers hearing her honest answer to his difficult question. She'd order a bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and a strawberry milkshake. It was terrible for you, true, but delicious none the less.<br><br>"Well, part of it's by choice, and part of it's not. I am busy with work so I don't have time for anyone right now. That's the my choosing part. It's partly not my choosing because any guy I have tried dating can never....match me, we'll say. It's just not a good click." She shrugged a bit and tried playing it off as if it didn't bother her. In truth, it did. She still felt a lot of pain when she thought about how her ex had lied to her and she had trusted him, not probing his thoughts because she thought she could trust him. Only when he started acting weird did she search. She found he had been sleeping with a woman from work for a few months. This was a man she had wanted to marry. In hindsight, his cheating on her was good for her. It never would have worked.<br><br>"My turn to ask a question, why don't you have like five girlfriends? You always seem so interested in women I'd think you'd get one if you wanted, even more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 14:28:43</strong>
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				"Yeah it is, but since I am too.&nbsp; I can't be the pot calling the kettle black....I just don't stay up as late.&nbsp; You must have other things you don't want to think about rather than that hunh?"&nbsp; He said as he drove them to his number 1. burger joint.&nbsp; If they had a spat and he wanted to eat his sorrows away she would find him here.<br><br>"I don't want you to think I am some domineering male that can't allow a woman to make decisions every once in a while."&nbsp; He said as he continued to drive not liking that his favorite pick on person was turning out not to be the stick in the mud that he thought she was and under different circumstances she would be his lover instead.&nbsp; She would never be that for him....she would wish that she had telekinesis instead cause he would make her walk funny every chance he got with multiple orgasms before she fell asleep laying on his chest.&nbsp; "True...but being telepath I would think you know where to find me, especially if you can make a link between us or something?&nbsp; Besides why in the world would you want to stalk me?&nbsp; Not like I would sleep with you and never call back again."&nbsp; He replied knowing that would never be the case especially if she was as tight as she said she was....considering she was with him most of all last week in the office working on paper work.&nbsp; He left her their somedays so she was being honest in that regard.<br><br>"Fine..fessup!"&nbsp; He said as he ordered a double bacon cheese, curly fries and a strawberry shake.&nbsp; He would have never guessed maybe he did have her pegged wrong.&nbsp; NO body could be bad that liked strawberry shakes!!&nbsp; It was where he got most of his daily allowance of fruit.&nbsp; Yeah under different circumstances she could totally be his woman.<br><br>'BS!!'&nbsp; He thought as she first began but he let her finish.&nbsp; Not having time.&nbsp; Hell you were just with the wrong man, he could think of her being at home somedays in teddy, somedays in a long nightgown, other days in saran wrap....he would rush home just to be with her.&nbsp; But he listened to her nonetheless since they were being honest with each other he would give her the benefit of the doubt.&nbsp; "So who was it that broke your heart?&nbsp; I can shoot him for you."&nbsp; He said looking at her he could tell there was sadness in her tone.&nbsp; Hell he didn't know of any woman that wanted to be alone, but like himself he could never find the right one to fill the void in his heart plus the need in his body.&nbsp; "Sorry I would have never thought you would have trouble finding someone....I mean you?&nbsp; Especially....being....special like you are?"&nbsp; He meant in both ways, but he wasn't going to tell her that just yet, he didn't want her to think he was being soft on her...he probably was.&nbsp; Damn whoever the guy was he was good, how the hell do you cheat on a telepath?&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew that was what it was, most women were so kind and understanding they could forgive everything...but that...hell so could he....ok cheating and lack of sex he couldn't forgive.&nbsp; "So was it serious?&nbsp; Don't get cheeky same question!"<br><br>He looked at her and glared at her as if he wanted to kill her for asking the question.&nbsp; Then his features softened they were getting to know one another right?&nbsp; "Just like a woman to cheat and go for the jugular right away.&nbsp; Fine.&nbsp; I am not what most would make me out to be, I try to be a ladies man, true enough but that is just being as my grandmother raised me sweet and charming.&nbsp; I don't lay down with everything with breasts and legs.&nbsp; That would make me a slut!&nbsp; I am not.&nbsp; &nbsp;I want a woman to want me for me, not what I can do for them.&nbsp; Sorry had enough would be golddiggers.&nbsp; That and most of the women that I am with....push me away cause I am a sex addict....but only with them.&nbsp; So I can't keep a woman cause I want to be with them all the time.&nbsp; Not over my work or over their problems but they have a rough day...nothing a few orgasms won't cure to take their minds off it.&nbsp; Don't let me have a bad day, I find nothing more comforting than being in my woman's arms.&nbsp; So if you no someone that doesn't mind getting broke off regularly and needs a man that won't cheat on them, be sure to give them my number...and don't tell them the bad stuff either."&nbsp; He said with a wink.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 20:05:46</strong>
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				She chuckled as he asked her followed up questions. "Alright alright, fine, same question the, sure." She shook her head a bit, wanting to give him a hard time anyways. In her mind, they were partially separate questions, but she could let it be part of the same question. They were getting to know one another after all. Wouldn't it be pretty bitchy to refuse to count that as the same question?<br><br>"Well it was serious, really serious. And yes, I should have seen it coming, you're right." She idly ran a hand through her hair. He was complimenting her wasn't he? Maybe it was just her, but it seemed like he was. He said that she could have anyone she wanted. Even as she continued her answer, she felt her cheeks flushing just a bit. "I don't like to pry randomly on people. The mind is something private and I do my best to keep it that way. It's hard, don't get me wrong, but I try to keep peoples thoughts private." That was it though, all she wanted to talk about her past love. He didn't need to know that they were going to get married or how long she had gone unaware of his cheating. Delilah decided just to focus on his answer. <br><br>She simply listened, not minding him saying she had cheated. Yeah, she admitted it was a low blow, but that was how she had gotten used to acting with him. His response was unusual, not what she was expecting at all. There was the fact that he didn't like being a slut, but more so, he was a sex addict. Delilah couldn't hide the surprise on her face. Really, her mind was reeling with images and thoughts about what that would be like. She could be quite insatiable, but never said anything. What if he was the type of man that could keep up with her and she him? God how great the sex could be, she thought. Finally, Delilah forced herself to snap back to attention.<br><br>"Well that's interesting..." she commented, pausing as their shakes were brought to the table. She took a sip of her milkshake and answered a bit more. "That's unfortunate is all I can say. Sad that a woman would think there's something as too much sex." She tried making her response as casual as possible. The last thing she needed him thinking was how much she enjoyed sex. Maybe he would just think she was talking in general. She was in part anyways. Still, her mind kept mulling over the fact. Biting her bottom lip a bit, she lowered her gaze from him and took another long sip of her milkshake.<br><br>It was smooth and had a strong flavor, just like she liked it, her milkshake that was. Soon the waitress came by with their food and Delilah figured it would be a good distraction from his conversation about being a sex addict. One thing she couldn't get over was that he said he was faithful. A sex addict with only the woman he was with? That seemed hard to believe, but he seemed honest enough. Delilah fought hard not to probe into his mind to find out for sure. "Um alright, your turn," she said, looking up at him with her soft hazel eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 22:44:09</strong>
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				She seemed to be ok with his answer and she didn't look too suprised that he was....an addict.&nbsp; Hell they were all addicted to something.&nbsp; He was simply addicted to being with his woman, loving on her and hopefully keeping her happy.&nbsp; As long as she was happy she would normally make him happy.&nbsp; Which worked out in his favor.&nbsp; He knew something was on her mind and he wished that he had telepathy right now to read her mind.&nbsp; "So you were almost married and he was too stupid to keep you.&nbsp; Ok fair enough.&nbsp; What would make you fall head over heels for a guy?"&nbsp; He wanted to know if he even had a chance.&nbsp; He would hate to think he wouldn't have a chance with her over something stupid as color.&nbsp; Sure she probably didn't like is jokes cause most of them were on her.&nbsp; But he could be nice and sweet.....sometimes.&nbsp; Last thing he needed was for the rest of his co-workers to really think he was a nice guy.&nbsp; But damn if he didn't suddenly wish Delilah was his and that their rides to assignments couldn't be more.....interesting.&nbsp; He could think of no better relief than to have her in his lap on the way home, or teasing her clit as they drove to his place or hers....just arousing each other till they nights began.&nbsp; And man the weekends they would have till it was time to go back to work monday morning.&nbsp; He shook those thoughts away as the waitress arrived again. <br>&nbsp;<br>'No given a chance he wouldn't make a mistake like her last....but what would make her give him...that chance....that was what he wanted to know.&nbsp; Sure he normally liked redheads but for Delilah he would make an exception in a minute.&nbsp; What was it about her that drew him to her like a moth to a flame...he didn't know but he was destined to find out.&nbsp; "Yeah some women do believe that and even offered to let me find another on the side to give her a break.&nbsp; That I couldn't stand....even when she gave me permission I felt like I would be cheating on her so I didn't.&nbsp; She calls every now and then, but I don't want a Ms. Rightnow.&nbsp; You know what I mean?"&nbsp; He wasn't sure if she did or at this point if she even believed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 23:57:46</strong>
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				She simply nodded at his response. It made sense enough. After all, if he didn't want to be with multiple women at once, she could understand that. And if he said he was looking for commitment, by this point, she pretty much believed him. Even though it was hard, she felt he was telling her the truth. He was a sex addict, but a committed one. Sure, she'd go with it. It might explain his sexual jokes and stares at her body more than him just being a dick.<br><br>"What makes me fall for a guy?" <strong>What an odd question to be asking</strong>, she thought. Wasn't that the question you asked someone you were dating, or someone you wanted to date. Never before had that come up from one of her co workers. A few of her friends had asked when they compared stories, but Julian? The only thing she thought about was that maybe he was interested in her. Why else would he ask such a personal question? It made her purse her lips together a bit and pause from eating her meal. Could she answer him? This was going to potentially open a whole other door that she didn't know if she wanted opened. It would be letting him in for real, letting him see how much he was like what she wanted. It would be at least partially hoping that he did like her and that he would see how much he was like the man she wanted.<br><br>"Well..." she hesitated. This was going to be difficult. She needed to phrase things just so they were general enough to maybe not work for him. Problem was, she didn't know if she could do it. "Faithfulness is obviously important, honesty, which I think goes hand in hand, a good sense of humor, which I imagine every girl wants and a steady job or income is big. I can't be with someone who isn't going anywhere." She chuckled softly. So far so good. They were all general characteristics, and no lies by any means. She just hoped he didn't link the fact that he seemed to have all of those. "I'm also tired of guys that make me do everything. Sure, I'm no pushover, but since when does that mean I think chivalry is dead? I like getting surprised as much as the next girl. I guess that means I like a guy who takes charge. I do it all the time at work, I don't want to do it in many elements at home you know?" She asked, hoping he would understand.<br><br>That was all she said though. Even her last point was too close to how he was. She also didn't want to tell him how she secretly longed for a man to take control of her in the bedroom. Riding a guy and giving blowjobs had all but lost their charm. She wanted a man who wasn't afraid to plow her, who wasn't afraid to force her to give a blowjob every now and then, especially if she wanted to be fucked. She wanted someone to keep her guessing in the bedroom. Of course she didn't want to tell Julian that. After all, that definently wasn't appropriate for her to bring up with a co worker. <br><br>"So," she said as she tried to think about her own question. Problem was, all she kept thinking about was wanting to ask him the same question. Of course she was curious though. If she asked, he'd think she wanted to be with him. She didn't want him to think that, at least not now. "So what made you join the force anyways?" She figured she could ask him about his powers when they left. As he answered, she munched happily on her onion rings, careful to not spill any ranch on her top.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 03:25:12</strong>
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				He looked at her thinking she was not believing him but he could understand what man was a sex addict only committed to one woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;But he was, he loved loving on just his woman.&nbsp; He didn't need any other, he was so far gone that he was willing to marry the one he found that could really put up with all of him.<br><br>He listened to her marking of things he had and those that he didn't, he matched up pretty well.&nbsp; He could be honest, he was pretty good with humor...probably not with her.&nbsp; He had finances, quite a bit since it was just him and no one to spend them on...except him.&nbsp; She wanted him to be chivalrous.&nbsp; Hell he could do that in spades, but he realized&nbsp; he only did that for his woman...sometimes he had his moment when he was simply a nice guy, when no one was looking but he longed to be someone's knight in shining armor.&nbsp; He also wanted a woman that was a lady in the streets but a freak in the bedroom.&nbsp; He knew he was going to have a problem with her if she were his lover surprising her.&nbsp; But he would figure out something, he was good at that.&nbsp; She really wanted a neanderthal??&nbsp; He wanted to chuckle...go figure.<br><br>He yearned to have a woman that would share in his bedroom, he would take her and she wasn't afraid of taking him.&nbsp; He could come home from work and she wouldn't get a chance to speak before he took her down in the doorway.&nbsp; But what woman wanted a man that treated them like property somedays and loved them down on others.<br><br>"Well ummm ah...your standards are pretty low.&nbsp; No offense but at that rate....I could qualify if you could stand being around me for longer than five minutes....if you were willing that is?"&nbsp; He wanted to blush he wanted to turn into lightning and zoom out of the restaurant.&nbsp; He couldn't believe he had just said that it was so unlike him.&nbsp; He felt like blushing but he couldn't, he could do anything but bite into his burger....he wasn't afraid of her...he wanted her and his foot was now in his mouth there was nothing else for him to do now but ride out the wave.<br><br>"I wanted to do good, I wanted to make a difference and I didn't want to wear a costume.&nbsp; The pay was good and I got to visit my grandmother.&nbsp; I go back to my class reunion telling them I work for the department of defense.&nbsp; Some people think I am a paper pusher, some think I am a Spy.&nbsp; The best of both worlds.&nbsp; What about you?"&nbsp; He said realizing they were getting to know one another and that he didn't want this to end.&nbsp; He wondered if she spilled any sauce on her would she let him lick it off?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 03:42:20</strong>
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				Delilah was taken off guard. He thought her standards were low, and that frustrated her. But his other comments confused her. He could qualify is she would just give him the time of day. Was he asking for her time of day? Was he just messing with her like he usually did? It took her a moment to think of a response. "I guess I should adjust my criteria then. I don't want to end up with the likes of you hmm?" It was a playful comment, and the only thing she could think of to say. <br><br>Part of her really wanted to let him know that she might give him the time of day, that she might really enjoy going on a date with him and other such fun things. For the moment, she kept that to herself. "Who knows though," she added, regretting it as soon as the words escaped her lips. She had basically told him she'd be open to the concept. How stupid was she? They didn't get along and she didn't want to let him in. Quickly she took a bite of her own burger. It was big, but she managed to not get it all over her face as she took a bite.<br><br>Delilah nodded at his comment. It was a simple enough response. "I joined for similar reasons. The whole wanting to do good thing pretty much covers it," she chuckled. "I ran into some bad people when I was younger, but no one believed me when I told them what was really going on in their minds. Now, it's my job to detect such things and I get to do what I wasn't able to do back then." She smiled lightly. It was simple, but her real reason none the less.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 07:40:31</strong>
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				"I understand."&nbsp; He said not too sorrowfully or she would think he was hurt.&nbsp; But then she said something else.&nbsp; "So you would be willing to go out...with me?"&nbsp; He retorted trying not to sound too eager.&nbsp; There was something about the thought of going out with her or being alone with her that left him wanting to try, to do more to be more, to be better.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked at her a part of him didn't want to be sitting across from her but next to her, the other part thought of kissing her then another part stopped and looked at her.<br><br>"You are scared of me aren't you....scared that I am joking with you, or teasing you, setting a trap for you?"&nbsp; He said it not cause he was reading her mind, but he felt that was how he felt and he was.....just this once going to take a chance.&nbsp; Maybe she was faking, teasing, wanting to get back at him for his pranks.&nbsp; Maybe he just wanted to see if his pushing her buttons had actually opened the door to both of their hearts.<br><br>"So what is your favorite movie, flowers, candy?&nbsp; Can I kiss you?"&nbsp; He said since they were being honest what did he have to lose now.&nbsp; He wasn't scared if she was playing him...he would find out soon enough.&nbsp; If she wasn't he would finally get the chance to taste those sweet lips.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 08:03:07</strong>
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				She bit her bottom lip at his question. Would she be willing to go out with him? That was something she didn't even really know. Part of her wanted to give it a shot, wanted to try seeing how it would be. Surely she couldn't tell him that. Delilah didn't want him knowing that part of her wanted to see what kind of man he would be, what kind of lover.<br><br>"Yeah, actually, I am a bit scared. You fuck with me so much and put on this guise, but now you seem like you're not all about that. There is the worry that this is all just another way to get into my head or something," she chuckled softly and took another sip of her milkshake. Delilah purposely dodged his question about if she would be willing to go out with him. She was still trying to keep that wall up. No, she couldn't take getting hurt again. She didn't want to ruin any work relationship. No, it just couldn't work, could it?<br><br>"Whoa, kiss me? Um, no. I don't kiss just anyone." It sounded harsh and she knew it. It's not how she meant it though. In all reality, she just didn't want to give him a kiss, especially if it was all a joke to him. More so, she didn't even like kissing on the first date, let alone on not even a date. "I'll tell you what, maybe after this case is over, we could...maybe...do a little...date, just to see. And that is if you're not fucking with me. And you better not be either," she added gruffly. The last thing she wanted was to be made a fool of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 12:28:01</strong>
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				He looked at her searching for something thinking he had made a big mistake pushing, but the longer he sat there the better read from her he got.&nbsp; She was nervous of him from what he had done, not who he was the fact that she was sitting here with him was a very big step.&nbsp; It was not like he was charming, cavalier, had been a straight ass, no chaser!&nbsp; He knew but he didn't want her or anyone in.&nbsp; Women were both his obsession and his bane.&nbsp; He felt almost like a woman searching for the right one.&nbsp; Now that he thought he had found the one he had pushed her away and she was afraid of him.&nbsp; 'Serves you right!'&nbsp; He thought to himself.<br><br>He listened to her and she confirmed his suspicion, he had and yet.&nbsp; "I do want to get into your head Delilah...but not for the reason that you think.&nbsp; &nbsp;I understand that I may have hurt you...hurt your feelings.&nbsp; &nbsp;But if you are willing to give me the chance.....I could probably be what you are looking for and more.&nbsp; I am really not that bad....just drawn that way."&nbsp; He teased looking at her.&nbsp; He realized she didn't tell him no, not yes but definitely not No.&nbsp; So despite the pain in the behind he had been she was still willing to give him a chance.&nbsp; It was really all he needed, he could make love to her first bring him into his world then make her his, maybe make her his pleasure slave for awhile and take her till she knew no other touch save his own.&nbsp; It would be nice to finally have a woman that could keep up with him....if she could.&nbsp; Maybe have a lover that could tame the need within him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wondered if he would ever be fully sated.<br><br>When she said No to the kiss he wasn't even offended.&nbsp; He found it almost humorous.&nbsp; Like that scene from batman, it didn't hurt that it was around Christmas time too.&nbsp; &lt;&lt;Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it; But a kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it.&gt;&gt;&nbsp; He had done a number on her so it meant if they really kissed...that it would mean something to her....that he would mean something to her and she didn't want to be played.<br><br>He reached for her hand to kiss it.&nbsp; "I would like to screw with you,....but not in the way you are thinking."&nbsp; He said as he kissed her hand.&nbsp; He wanted to not only have her as his, he wanted to bend her over this table in time.&nbsp; Not with everyone looking but he would definitely have her as his own and take her every way imaginable.&nbsp; He looked into her eyes and wanted to let her into his mind......he closed his eyes but didn't let go of her hand as his static field dropped and he was not only willing to let her in he was able to feel the desire to want to share a lot of things with her.&nbsp; He swallowed wondering if he was too close to her right now.&nbsp; But if she was scared he would have to make the first move for them to build trust.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 22:05:49</strong>
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				Everything he said was new to her and on some level it brought new anxiety. He was flat out telling her that he wanted a shot with her, that he actually liked her. It made her heart race with panic and excitement all at the same time. It was scary that she had even admitted she'd give him a chance, let alone that he actually wanted one. Suddenly, it seemed their conversation had gotten much bigger than she was ready for.<br><br>Her hazel eyes could only watch as he reached for her hand and kissed it lightly. She stared back at him in a bit of disbelief. Surely this was an act, it had to be, right? And then his comment, it sent her thoughts spinning. He wanted to screw with her. Images of him pinning her down and thrusting himself deep inside of her flashed in her mind. Ok, she had to know if this was legitimate. Ever so lightly, so he wouldn't know, she opened her mind to pick up his thoughts. There was nothing he would feel about it and so he would be none the wiser.<br><br>His thoughts of having her sexually raced through her mind. His mind must have been filled with them if they were pouring out so easily to her. Years of practice helped her maintain the same facial expression. He probably couldn't even tell that she was reading his thoughts, let alone surprised by them. She saw him bending her over the table at his house, taking her on his bed, on the floor, as soon as she walked in the house, making her his sex slave. He was worried if she could handle it. He so desperately wanted her to be able to handle it. He so desperately wanted to let her in. There was fear of her reaction. She had to close her mind to his. There were images that would last her awhile as is.<br><br>"I...I think we should get going. I have a lot of research to do tonight, for the case and all." Ok so it wasn't the response he was probably looking for. In truth though, she knew it was what they needed. They had a case to focus on and they owed it to those missing women to give it their undivided attention. As much as she wanted to oblige him, she had trained herself to put work first. Wasn't it what they should be doing? He couldn't expect her to fall for him after one sneak peek into his heart. She was too strong and too guarded to let someone, let alone him, in that easily. From her expression though, she was sure he could see the hesitation in her eyes. She didn't want to be working on the case.<br><br>Delilah set some money on the table for her part of the bill. Sure, he might be offended, but this wasn't a date after all and she would pay her own way. Even if he said no, she'd insist on leaving her money out there. If he wanted to go on a date with her, he'd need to do it right, at a later date. If he couldn't wait til the end of the case, that was one thing. He'd still need to do it right. She did enjoy chivalry after all. "No hard feelings?" She asked softly as she moved to stand from the table. The last thing she wanted was him hating her for pushing any potential thing between them to the sidelines. After all, she had just found out how he had liked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 01:33:33</strong>
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				Julian wasn’t supposed to be offend…but maybe he was.&nbsp; It wasn’t like he was the most honest person with her but he was thinking she might be interested in him.&nbsp; Perhaps it was too late to make amends, did he expect her to through herself into his lap? No that wasn’t it.&nbsp; But she was hesitant about something he didn’t know….maybe she was having second thoughts and she saw him not as a potential lover, but as someone that wanted to screw her brains out and leave her.&nbsp; That was not his intent at all, but how could he make her see.&nbsp; Yeah she told him he would have to make it official, he was sure the rules for them were different at the office.&nbsp; They would probably fight and everyone would see it…but most would see them make up as well….ok not all of it. <br><br>Why did being told no by her seem so much more….final?&nbsp; Was he hoping to sleep with her tonight?&nbsp; Nahh he didn’t want her to think he thought she was too easy.&nbsp; Besides they still had the case to finish, he would rather not have that hanging over them if possible.&nbsp; But there was something just about her that wanted to scoop her up into his arms and kiss her anyway.&nbsp; Something that wanted to press her into the booth and suckle upon those large breasts till she begged him to take her.&nbsp; Something that made him want to kiss her till her pantyhose popped cause her toes were curling so tightly.&nbsp; He would have never dreamed of her invoking such desire within him.&nbsp; If he had known any better he would have sworn that she was the one.&nbsp; But the one would be interested in him really interested in him.&nbsp; He would have even let her read his mind, to let her know he wasn’t just trying to play her and he really did want to make this work.&nbsp; But her wanting to work on the case did put a dampener on his spirit.&nbsp; He wasn’t going home to work on the case, he would probably think about it….and her during his work out.&nbsp; But he would probably have to do something else to take his mind off of her.<br><br>He wanted to not be insulted when she put her part of the ticket down.&nbsp; But he was still his grandmother’s boy and he wasn’t having any of it, their waitress would just get a really big tip tonight.&nbsp; He moved to get up to leave, but as he stepped away from her he yanked her up off of the floor before she could react, since he knew he was far faster than she was.&nbsp; He looked her in those gorgeous hazel eyes as his own green-blue ones gazed at her.&nbsp; He wanted to kiss her so badly but nope, she was going to be his and she was going to give herself to him.&nbsp; <br><br>“I want to be with you Delilah.&nbsp; No games, the question is are you serious about giving us a chance?&nbsp; If so tomorrow night after work.&nbsp; I Julian am asking you…Formally out to dinner.&nbsp; Yes I am asking you for a date!”&nbsp; &nbsp;He said still fighting the urge to kiss her, he knew this was officially a caveman move and she might want to punch him, but he looked at her so seriously and his mind reeled back to the fact…she felt so good in his arms…almost perfect…except they were clothed.&nbsp; &nbsp; He licked his lips the desire to lick her from head to toe floating through his mind as he thought of making her beg to let her release as he suckled on her clit, keeping her from orgasming till he let her.&nbsp; He didn’t want to dominate her, he didn’t want a pet but he did want a woman that wanted to be wanted by him.&nbsp; Maybe he was simply too much for her and she wanted…a more timid man.&nbsp; He set her down and lifted her chin.&nbsp; He moved closer to her lips as if he were about to kiss her.&nbsp; “You can be ready by seven no?”&nbsp; It was the only hint that gave her any option, in truth it really wasn’t a question.&nbsp; He wanted her to be ready for him, maybe they could pick up on a few of those thoughts.&nbsp; He wanted to make love to her let her know that he craved her, he cared for her, then bone her brains out to make sure she knew he could satisfy her.&nbsp; Even with the wicked thoughts floating through his head…..he was scared he was making a mistake…..what if he was too big for her, what if she couldn’t handle his desire to be with her all the time.&nbsp; Would she be hurt?&nbsp; Would she send him away too?&nbsp; Maybe she needed a gentler mutant lover….not him.<br><br>“Come I will take you back to your car!”&nbsp; He said sadly, but his command was fully apparent.&nbsp; If she could see inside of him, she would notice his heart sink.&nbsp; He was still going to try, but he wondered would their first time….become their last.&nbsp; They had only gotten to question number three and already…..she was making the cut.<br><br>He didn’t want to make a pussy move and call his grandmother, but that was the only woman he knew he could call that wouldn’t try to make him come over and…..comfort him…in one way or another.<br>He paid for both of the meals leaving Delilah’s as the woman’s tip.&nbsp; He knew he would end up by the water on his cell phone to his grandmother even though it was at least 300 miles away.&nbsp; Hell another&nbsp; 100 and he would be at her house.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 09:14:27</strong>
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				Her form trembled as he scooped her up. A brief moment of fear struck her and then her body softened. Her eyes locked on his and she found she could not look away. Oh god, was he going to kiss her? Deep down a part of her wanted it, could feel her body craving it. No, no he demanded a date. All she could do was stare breathlessly for a moment. Then he came closer. She felt her form tremble ever so softly. How was it he was turning her on so much with even just the promise of a kiss? And still, he didn't kiss her. Before she knew it she had been plopped down and they were leaving.<br><br>It took her a little while to respond, not really sure what had just happened. More so, she was trying to sort her hormones and her logic. Her mind said to wait, to try after the case, that this could make things much more complicated than she wanted right now. Her hormones said if he was like this on not a date, how would be be if it were, as he said, an official date? "I'll be ready by seven tomorrow," she replied finally. <br><br>Her heart still raced, unsure of what she had just done. Was it a stupid mistake? Was it stupid to be playing so completely into his hands? He didn't seem like a bad guy after&nbsp; all though. In fact, she was deeply curious to see what kind of guy he was. More so, she wanted to feel his lips on hers and sometime later, maybe his cock. She could almost taste that thick black member pressing against her lips, going deep into her throat. She bit her bottom lip and tried to pretend she was in control. "But no funny business. If it's a date you want, then it's a date I expect. Don't think you're getting some one night stand out of me or something."<br><br>Oh no, even that came out wrong. She wanted to let him know that she wasn't planning on giving it up to him after the first date. What she made it seem like was that she wanted him to be around for a long while to fuck her. She panicked for a moment before thinking that maybe she wanted both. She didn't like to have sex on the first date, but she could see herself giving her body to Julian night after night after night. Once again, her mind went back to thinking of how powerful he probably was in the bedroom and how he would show her all the things she had wanted to try.<br><br>He was a bit cavemanish, but that's what she kind of wanted. most men were scared around her because she was so dominant. Julian didn't flinch at all. He seemed to enjoy meeting the challenge. It was something she deeply liked about the man. It was perhaps the one thing that through his pranks and his jests, had kept her interested in him. She was really tired of men that tiptoed around her. She could take care of herself and she wanted a man that could take care of her too. Whether she needed it or not was beside the point. The bottom line was that she wanted him to have the ability. <br><br>As she got into his car, her mind was still reeling. She had a date tomorrow. How was she going to hide the glee at work? How were they going to maintain the act of hating each other tomorrow if in reality, they had a date? What was she going to wear on said date? Oh there were so many questions indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 14:53:21</strong>
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				He put her down and now felt bad about having to force her to respond, was that what she wanted.&nbsp; No he wouldn't beat her, but ...well ok he would spank her behind every now and then as she was impaled upon him.&nbsp; He he was looking forward to seeing those cheeks redden as she bounced over his pole and he pushed himself deeply inside of her.&nbsp; There wouldn't be any sliding for a while, very few women got used to him the first time, he would have to work with her not to hurt her too much.&nbsp; But as he held her there he could already taste her lips on his feel her swoon and grab him, holding him tightly to her as he wrapped his large arms around her pulling her closer flattening her chest barely against his.&nbsp; He briefly wondered what it would be like to grip one of those large orbs fully in his hands, sucking her nipple till it filled his mouth and he tried to drown himself upon it as she rose and fell upon his member.<br><br>He heard her words as she stated she would be ready.&nbsp; He said nothing, he was no longer asking she would.&nbsp; She wanted him she would have all of him, if she wanted something from him she would tell him either verbally or mentally.&nbsp; He wasn't a telepath...she was.&nbsp; He knew what he wanted and it was her, now if she wanted this to work....she would have to open up too!&nbsp; He wasn't afraid of her any more....ok he was a little but he wasn't afraid of being with her.&nbsp; Hurting her a little physically when they made love, but if she gave himself to her, he would never break her heart....on purpose.&nbsp; He would never cheat on her, which would keep her with him....hopefully.<br><br>"You don't sound like you want a date then Delilah....that sounds like a commitment.&nbsp; Do you think you can handle a commitment with me?&nbsp; Do you really think you can handle being my one and only?&nbsp; Tell me Delilah....If I bed you tomorrow can you be true to only me from now on?"&nbsp; He licked his lips thinking of feeling her hot breath upon him as he pushed deeply inside of her, her hands pinned to the bed beneath his one hand, with her arms above her head.&nbsp; "I told you before I am not looking for a one night stand.&nbsp; I know now why I pestered you so much.&nbsp; I am not afraid to admit I wanted you and was pushing you away.&nbsp; Can you handle me being to you what your ex couldn't?"&nbsp; He heard the threat in her voice.&nbsp; The nervousness in her tone, she thought he was playing games with her now, he wasn't he really did want her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Hell what was he doing?&nbsp; He hoped like hell he had something to wear, he had to clean up his place...no it wasn't messy but he lived in his living room so his bedroom might not be as clean as he needed it to be.&nbsp; Damn...he wouldn't be working on the case so much tonight as cleaning up.&nbsp; &nbsp;He realized at this point he was trying to impress her.&nbsp; He was going to have keep focused, he probably sleep little tonight thinking of finally having a woman of his own...what if she was some sexual dynamo or some dominatrix that wanted him eating out of her hand?&nbsp; As long as they shared, he could abide by that, but what if she didn't like to be tied up or want to submit to his desires only hers???&nbsp; 'Guess we will find out tomorrow night won't we.'&nbsp; He thought to himself.<br><br>He drove her back to the building, he thought of where to go....where to take her.&nbsp; He wondered was his honesty too much for her.&nbsp; No she wanted no games, he wanted her to know what she was getting into.&nbsp; It was a fair exchange.&nbsp; He knew now where he wanted to take her, some place where they would have a candlelight dinner and maybe get passed question three.&nbsp; "I need your address." He said as the car parked and he walked around to open the door for her and help her out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sure he wanted to kiss her right then and there push her back into the car and start their relationship then, perhaps she would know then whether they would work.&nbsp; But know she was worth the chance he was taking and he would take it.&nbsp; If it didn't work out...it wouldn't be because he didn't try or was scared.&nbsp; He was willing to let her into his world.&nbsp; She was to be more than sex to him, then she had to know it was more than that.<br><br>'Ok no more pranks.'&nbsp; He thought how else to get on her nerves without it being so public.&nbsp; He knew there Captain would mind their relationships, anything that steered Julian away from his daughter was fine by him.&nbsp; The others...most people came and went so often no one would probably care.&nbsp; He knew the long nights of working on cases would be a problem....they might get home too late some nights not to want to be together??&nbsp; He chuckled at the thought as he looked at her.&nbsp; 'If I ever not want to be with her...that would be the first sign that I am cheating.'&nbsp; He thought as he walked behind her to her car.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 21:58:17</strong>
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				"Julian," she whispered softly, glancing across to him as they drove. He was really turning her world upside down. Could she handle being his one and only? God that was so sudden a comment, so bold a thought. She couldn't process it as fast as he wanted her to. Could he be what her ex wasn't, and there was the true statement. The pain that still lingered within her surfaced briefly. Oh how she hoped he could be. She wanted to take a chance and have it be worthwhile. But what a chance this was.<br><br>Still, there was something in his voice. There was power and boldness in his tone as he said all those things to her, the way he said her name, the way he seemed to promise to be better than anyone she'd ever had. She found herself speechless, yearning to find out what he was really like, wanting to have him bed her and help her forget all of the pain she had felt before. Oh she knew he could. Her only hope was that he was as much an addict as he said he was. At least if he was, she could bet safely that he was kinky like she was and could satisfy her. "I...let's um, let's see how this date goes slick," she commented softly, smiling a bit at him.<br><br>It was a playful enough comment, but true still. How could she say for sure what she wanted to do. He had opened his heart to her all in one day. What was she supposed to do with all this new information? No, she needed to think about it, long and hard. At least she knew where he stood though, how he felt. She just hoped he didn't get hurt by her comment. It was meant to inspire hope for their future and show him she was thinking about the possibility. Surely he couldn't hold it against her for thinking such a serious thing over?<br><br>Delilah waited patiently for him to come open her door. As she slid out of the seat though, she felt her heart tremble a bit. He was so close. She could smell his cologne on him and really take in his features. Once again she couldn't help but imagine his thick black cock in her mouth as he held her by the hair, shoving it deeper and deeper as he slid a finger in her yearning pussy. She'd be moaning, but it would all be muffled by his thick member. Delilah couldn't help but wonder how fast he could make her cum. Oh it had been so long since she had been pleased by a man. Standing this close to himw as a painful reminder of it.<br><br>"I will see you tomorrow night," she said as they arrived at her car and she pulled her car keys out. The case file was tucked underneath her arm. The sun was just setting behind the horizon and she desperately hoped that she could get some work on the case done tonight. As it was, she knew she'd be thinking about him for awhile and their date tomorrow. Pursing her lips together a bit, she hurriedly turned around to get into her car and leave. If she kept standing there in front of him, he'd soon have her giggling and squirming like a school girl. No she was better than that. He would have to wait until he got her in bed for that at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 05:12:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;He listened to her thinking he probably through her with his honesty.&nbsp; But she wanted things..so did he.&nbsp; She wanted to know he wasn’t playing her, he wanted to know she wasn’t playing with him.&nbsp; She wanted more than a one night stand, he wanted to know if she could stand more than one night.&nbsp; It was fair they both seemed to have been hurt…he didn’t want to hurt her any more.&nbsp; He could tell how his words hurt and perhaps soothe her if she thought he could actually fill her emotional needs, if he could be the balm that made the hurt of her ex be fully gone.<br>He knew this was what neither of them had expected, it had gone from being a long day to a day in which he had gotten a date with a woman that might very well be his dream lover.&nbsp; &nbsp;And she had made her potential tormentor into her potential love slave.&nbsp; Not at all what he expected when he got up today.<br>“I am far from slick.”&nbsp; He said with a wink, something within her seemed to call to him like a summon.&nbsp; As if suddenly she was the source of his lightning and he wanted to draw from her.&nbsp; Be filled with her energy even as he filled her with…something else.&nbsp; He would never have imagined the thoughts running through her mind, but he knew if she could handle a night with him…he would be willing to give her forever.<br>“I like that smile…you should do it more often.”&nbsp; He said as a matter of fact, given the chance he would plaster it to her face every day, pleasure her so well she would skip to work, no matter how far it was.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew he was opening a can of worms…but truth be told…did he want it closed or did he secretly want her in?&nbsp; &nbsp; He wished he could have been hurt by her words, he would have probably been more hurt had she not asked for time to think about it.&nbsp; Then she would have been going into what they were potentially trying…blind and strangely enough…he didn’t want that for her.<br>He was asking for more than a night…he wanted her to be ready!<br>He breathed in her scent, his grandmother once told him he had the strength of Samson.&nbsp; He never thought about that till this moment.&nbsp; He had to have had it or he would have snatched her off of her feet and fully kissed her.&nbsp; He wanted to, he wanted to go to sleep and wake up in her arms.&nbsp; He could only dream she would wake him up licking and suckling upon him.&nbsp; Or ride him till he was fully awake enough to take her yet again.&nbsp; Being this close to her right now, hurt him…a lot.&nbsp; He was painfully hard at the moment only his light jacket may have hide what he wanted for her lips and body to partake of every chance that had.<br>“I still need your address if I am to pick you up?”&nbsp; He said following her to her car, he could have just pushed her against it and ravaged her right there.&nbsp; &nbsp;But no part of being in a relationship was accepting the others desires as well and she said she didn’t want a kiss unless they were serious…he was but she wasn’t sure…so he would respect her wishes for now.&nbsp; There after, he wanted only for her to claim to be his and her pleasure would be his new mission in life and he took his missions very seriously.<br>He licked his lips thinking of all he would and could do to a woman like that.&nbsp; He knew one moment longer and Delilah would have taken this Samson down too.<br>&nbsp;He knew right now it was going to be a long night.<br><br>*******<br>Julian drove home and looked around his house, he wasn’t pleased with it at all.&nbsp; He knew there was a chance that she would come home with him.&nbsp; He had to clean the place up, he wasn’t a slob by any means his grandmother had taught him how to clean and he did a bang up job when he did.&nbsp; Right now…he needed to.&nbsp; He moved like lightning one room at a time.&nbsp; He thought about the case and Delilah, if she were here they would christen each room.&nbsp; He would work hard to make her feel at home.&nbsp; He had a few scarves her one of a deep green that made him smile, it would match her eyes.&nbsp; He could use it to tie her wrists and not leave any marks as he restrained her.&nbsp; He thought of all of the ways and positions in which he could make love to her.&nbsp; Later they could just take one another as needed, but perhaps she would just need to learn and know how to please him and be pleased by him.&nbsp; He wanted to be what she needed, oh how he wanted her even now!<br><br>He pulled on his headset.&nbsp; “Call Grandma!”&nbsp; The phone rang.<br>“What baby?!?”<br>“Grandma?”<br>“Yeah son?”<br>“I have a problem.”<br>“what is it?”<br>“There is this girl…woman that I like, I think she might be the one.&nbsp; I am trying to figure out a way to impress her.”<br>“Don’t!”&nbsp; <br>“What?!?”&nbsp; He could hear her southern accent and it pierced his veil of exercise.&nbsp; He was doing now that he had finished cleaning the whole house and he was doing pushups now.&nbsp; He had set out the music that he would play and snacks he would go out and buy later.&nbsp; “What do you mean?”<br>“I mean boy don’t impress her, be yourself.&nbsp; If she is yo ‘One’&nbsp; Den she will like you fo you?&nbsp; If you try to impress her she will like da other guy you tryin to be.&nbsp; Just be yo self and if she don’t like you den she not da ‘One.’&nbsp; Anyting else, I got company comin.”<br>“Hunh What kinda company?”<br>“None yo bi-ness boy, I am still you elder!”<br>“Oh Grandma…you don’t have to go there.&nbsp; I could have lived a life time without that visual.”<br>“I am ol’ boy I ain’t dead…love ya.&nbsp; Come on in Henry…”<br>Julian quickly hung up the phone shivering as he tried to erase the hideous thoughts of his grandmother and Mr. Henry from down the street. <br><br>&nbsp;He ran to the store thinking of the computer that he needed retrieved.&nbsp; He would have to have them both pulled.&nbsp; He checked the rest of the victims and sent the information to the IT lab to see what traces they could put out on the cyber-connection between the victims.&nbsp; He knew there had to be one.&nbsp; He had raced around the city, but nothing could burn off the desire that Delilah had invoked within him.&nbsp; At this very moment he felt sorry for her, thinking about how badly /funny she would be walking if she spent the night….well tomorrow was Friday…the day after they were technically off….she might have time to heal up by Monday??&nbsp; He was doing crunches, thinking about doing situps as his new lover sucked on him and he sat up to lick over her.&nbsp; “Definitely a different form of working out.”&nbsp; He chuckled to himself thinking she probably wasn’t nearly that kinky, but he had been wrong about a lot of things today so who knew.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 05:24:40</strong>
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				Delilah gave him her address and headed home. It was a long and confusing ride, the events from the day still swirling in her head. Had he really been serious? Where had all that come from? She had thought that he hated her, and yet here he was confessing his undying love to her and asking her out on a date. She felt she could believe him, and perhaps that scared her the most.<br><br>She pulled up to her house and made her way inside. She lived in a fairly small house, but it was in a nice neighborhood. It was well furnished, but simply so. There were pictures up along the walls of family, her and various scenic portraits that she had purchased. Without any delay, she made her way to her study where she plopped herself at her computer table. There was no time to think about Julian. She could think about that later tonight when she was laying in bed. For now, she needed to attend to business so it didn't keep her awake. <br><br>As she searched through internet pages after internet pages about special abilities, she found that the abilities of their victims were not linked in any way. It wasn't surprising since their abilities were all so different. Still, it was worth a look. Next, she decided to look for abilities that granted mind control. It was the second possibility she had thought of aside from him just being Mr. Cassanova and lying to all those girls. Advanced telepaths could control peoples thoughts and sometimes actions. Of course she was no where at that level, but it seemed it existed. Another possibility that she found was the ability of extreme charm. There were mutants with the power to be extremely charismatic. Another extension of this was that they could be dealing with a vampire. Thirdly, and somewhat rare, was the ability to alter peoples perceptions. If their perpetrator was able to alter the girls perception of him to where they thought he was someone they already knew, they would be more likely to go where he wanted them to. Lastly, and equally as rare, he could have the power of pheremone manipulation. By making the girls feel lust for him or fear of something else for example, he could get them to go with him for some reason or another. <br><br>It took hours of searching, but at least she had a list of possible explanations. Her hope was that it was just an online boyfriend scam or modeling scam as she had said before. It would be much easier to deal with, she was sure. Still, in her gut she knew that wasn't the case. If the man was human, those girls would have been able to take him out for sure. Delilah jotted down a few more notes on her notepad and finally made her way to bed.<br><br>Her mind was now free to think about Julian. Already, she was pondering how she'd be able to pretend nothing had happened between them at work tomorrow. She was going to have to give him some of the same sarcasm she always did. The hope was that he didn't take her seriously. After all, they still had a date tomorrow. That made her a whole new type of anxious. What was she going to wear? Where was he going to take her? She lay awake for at least an hour thinking about tomorrow night. No longer was she in business mode. Now she could be in sex mode, thinking about how she was going to stay in control of her hormones around him on their date when she hadn't been laid for at least 9 months. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 06:36:52</strong>
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				Julian had pondered the case far too long, nothing came to mind that he felt good or safe about except that the women were probably still alive.&nbsp; Whoever the man was he wanted them for something...besides sex.&nbsp; Not that he didn't want that most of them were young, attractive, but there was something else.&nbsp; Something he couldn't put his finger on, but he was restless and if he stayed in his apartment something might happen.&nbsp; As the place was clean, he needed to go to the store so he went on foot.&nbsp; For him that was at the speed of lightning, it took him less than five minutes to get there strangely enough the place was getting robbed.&nbsp; He shook his head but then smiled as he knew it would let him burn off some energy.&nbsp; He wondered briefly did Delilah really know what she was getting into.&nbsp; He could be very.....hungry in a pinch and she would not get sleep all the time.&nbsp; He needed generally only about four hours because of his metabolism that left him lots of time for....well...she would find out.&nbsp; He looked forward to putting her to sleep with a smile on her face and relaxed.<br><br>He saw that there were three of them, apparently it was supposed to be a quick snatch and grab.&nbsp; He had one stunned and unconscious before he even knew what hit him.&nbsp; With a stun bullet he was spasming on the floor.&nbsp; The other was in the back room he could hear with the door open, the one by the service desk was waving his gun threatening the clerk there, he was eyeing her when Julian seemed to appear out of no where.&nbsp; The clerk bashed him in the head with a skillet that was on sale.&nbsp; Julian winked at her as he showed her his badge and made his way to the back room the man cocked his shot gun and ran out Julian hit him four times before he had a chance to take another step, the second step he his the man three more times, the gun man dropped to his knees and appeared to just faint.&nbsp; Julian heard the police coming.&nbsp; He shook his head to the manager and the clerk that hugged him.&nbsp; He just wanted to get his things and leave.&nbsp; They didn't let him pay, they just told him to go.&nbsp; He was gone just as the police arrived.&nbsp; He was back home thinking about dinner tomorrow.....dessert and if he were lucky....breakfast.&nbsp; He licked his lips thinking of all that he wanted to try.&nbsp; He wondered of all that would become of them and could he see himself waking up with her, still wanting her ten....twenty years from now.&nbsp; That all depended on tomorrow night, cause right now he would say yes, but if she turned out to be unable to handle him....he would simply have to work harder cause deep down something told him that she was....the one!&nbsp; The one he had been searching for, for sometime.&nbsp; He just prayed that he wasn't wrong.<br><br>******<br>It was six when he woke up like clock work, he had nothing to put him to sleep or keep him there.&nbsp; He ordered some roses to be delivered, one of each color.&nbsp; He wanted her to think of the possiblities and perhaps she would be able to make the decision for them: Friends, lovers, mates....whatever she thought she could handle.&nbsp; He wanted her to make sure, he had opened the door once she walked through there was no escape save for calling it quits...there really was no mid ground.&nbsp; "In the note there was only, "Thinking of you...J."&nbsp; Was all there was if this wasn't a prank he didn't know what was, it was special yet still playful.&nbsp; There were several in the office with names that started with J, so he was pretty safe, only two were in so that would keep her guessing but more than anything she would probably know anyway.&nbsp; He showered changed and was at work by 7:30 since he had another workout last night he didn't need one.&nbsp; He was at his desk already thinking of dinner, he made reservations for them on the way in, he called in a couple of favors at an Italian restaurant that would be both stylish and romantic.&nbsp; He wanted to be both, but part of him also wanted the simmering passion of yesterday.&nbsp; He wondered what would have happened had he really just out right kissed her.&nbsp; Maybe he could find out today.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 00:40:01</strong>
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				Delilah got up at her usual 6:30am. She showered her long lithe body and pulled her flaxen locks up atop her head in a loose bun. A few strands fell from her bun and curved around her gentle hazel eyes. With a bit of perfume, she dressed and made her way to work. When she got off the elevator, she was surprised to see Julian already at his desk working. There were a few other people working already and she smiled a bit. It was nice to have people in the office today.<br><br>She wore a pair of light blue jeans with a simple fitted black top and her usual black boots. It wasn't anything special, but it was enough to be deemed work clothes. She strode past Julians desk to her own where she found a dozen roses. A small smile crept across her lips. Had he really gotten her flowers? Maybe this wasn't just a joke. Trying to hide her smile, and the bit of embarrassment that he had put them on her office desk, she set them off to the side of her desk on the floor. They wouldn't get knocked over or seen. The last thing she wanted was her co-workers asking about her secret admirer.<br><br>After she turned her computer on, she made her way to Julians desk and leaned against it just a bit. "So I was thinking last night," she said matter of factly, "of all the powers our guy could possibly possess. I'm thinking he has to have some ability right? Here's what I came up with." Delilah handed him her list of abilities, rewritten from her chicken scratch notes she had made last night. She'd wait for his reply before asking if he had gotten anything from the girls computers. That was the section he had taken on basically. <br><br>She was trying to forget that she had a date with him later and that he was really making her heart thud just a bit with nervousness. Deep down, she was really excited. On the outside though, everything seemed normal. She manged to maintain her 'I'm just tolerating you' attitude for show. She hoped he knew it was an act. Surely he would have seen her reaction to his flowers. She'd have to send him an email or something telling him she was looking forward to it. For now, they needed to discuss business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 04:39:53</strong>
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				He looked at her and his heart threatened to pump out of his chest.&nbsp; He could have ran over there and pulled her seat out for her, but she might have thought he was trying to pull it out from under her.&nbsp; As she passed by his desk he smelled her and breathed in her scent and he felt some of the blood leave his head, but he quickly readjusted to the fact that the blood had moved to other places.&nbsp; He knew she was hot and sexy, but not so much so as the fact that she might become his tonight.&nbsp; He even had to catch himself from looking at her shapely behind that he couldn’t wait to get his hands upon.&nbsp; He even noticed the smile of the flowers and his own face nearly beamed as he pretended to ignore her as was his normal MO.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sounds like someone needed some help going to sleep.&nbsp; One day I plan to remedy that.”&nbsp; He said the last part quietly teasing, in truth he meant tonight.&nbsp; He knew he himself had a tendency to sleep very well when he was worn out.&nbsp; He listened to her not as a pest but as a partner and he was going over the laptop that was brought to him cracked, normally he would have done it himself but he didn’t have the time they were in a hurry and there were two after all even with his speed he would still need more time.<br><br>He looked over the list of potential powers and began crossing them off till he narrowed it down to two that would be more common that would have a better grasp over those that had been taken.&nbsp; It would better explain why he didn’t pick one over the other and the reason he would have access to all of them, but the pyrokinetic…he would have thought the pheromones would be burned off by her abilities…but not if they weren’t activated initially.&nbsp; “So it seems you have a lot of grey matter up there that is untapped.”&nbsp; He said hoping she took that as a compliment.&nbsp; She was smart, beautiful, sexy.&nbsp; He thought whoever this clod was that cheated on her was…he was far too stupid.&nbsp; He knew he wouldn’t make the same mistake.&nbsp; But then he also thought about what he had fear of yesterday…that he would hurt her and she wouldn’t want to be bothered with him.&nbsp; He had to be careful, gentle…at least till she became used to him.<br><br>He was looking forward to their date tonight, but he couldn’t be too eager.&nbsp; He didn’t want her to think he wanted wham-bam thank you ma’am.&nbsp; He wanted that…and more but with is track record…most of his lovers couldn’t handle more….he could only hope Delilah was different.&nbsp; He went through the files there and he started to track the email only to get it sent to some webserver in China.&nbsp; He started typing faster.&nbsp; ‘Damn I want to kiss you so badly!’&nbsp; He thought to himself, not caring if she heard him anymore.&nbsp; It didn’t help that she was close to him and her breasts were practically in his face when she leaned back to make her point.&nbsp; He caught another bounced server in Dublin, he moved faster and narrowed the focus back to their area.&nbsp; He knew who there perp was or at least that he was really in the city.&nbsp; Loverman69@juno.com.&nbsp; He was good with a computer, it was his second passion beside learning his abilities or dealing with others.<br><br>“So at least we know he is here.&nbsp; We need to get a warrant for this, but it could be anyone…even a gifted account.&nbsp; So a warrant really won’t do us any good.&nbsp; But we can get the IT department to put a trace on this account and I can cross reference it on the other girl’s&nbsp; to see if they are the same.”&nbsp; He licked his lips thinking that bun was going to come down.&nbsp; He could just imagine what she was going to wear for their date tonight.&nbsp; She made it hard to focus on work with her being around him, but he still had a job to do.&nbsp; When work was over, so was she!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 05:11:17</strong>
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				God he knew what to say. His suggestive comment at helping her sleep made her sex swell with a bit of desire. Oh she wanted that. He didn't know what kind of sexual appetite she had. She might end up wearing him out as well. But she said nothing.<br><br>Her cheeks flushed at his compliment, but she forced her eyes to go back to the computer screen before him. She was glad he appreciated her hard work at least. Delilah was also glad he had narrowed things down. If he saw two possibilities rather than four or five, that helped them both. <br><br>As she looked over at the screen, she became aware of how close her breasts were to his face. She adjusted a bit, acting as though it were natural, but still remained hovering near him. She couldn't help it. Delilah wanted this man turned on, wanted him in general. She couldn't help but wonder how he was thinking about her.<br><br>Her question was answered as he said how badly he wanted to kiss her. She looked down at him in a bit of surprise and then around the office. No one was near the desks or seemed to care that they were conferring. Perhaps their opinions were all in her head. Still, it was shocking to hear him admit something so personal out loud. Maybe it was a sign he really was serious. "Bet you're not just talking about kissing me on the mouth hmm?" <br><br>Her voice was hushed and her eyes never left the screen. It had just come out, playful banter true to her nature. She enjoyed teasing, enjoyed playing around, but she also liked to see reactions to such things. Being around such a strong man like him made her turned on. He just eminated power and she wanted it. She wanted it thrust deep into her, making her scream. But she couldn't tease him like that yet. She needed to see how the first date went at least to gauge anything else.<br><br>"Yeah at least he's here. We should give what we have to IT and go talk to the last missing girls parents." Thus far, there had only been three girls missing. They were sure there would be more, but at least for now, there were three. It made it easy to investigate and question people about. "Sound like a plan?" She asked as she pulled away from his desk, now locking her hazel eyes with his own eyes.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 18:35:44</strong>
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				'Why did it have to be her?'&nbsp; He wondered briefly.&nbsp; It was his fate perhaps, maybe later once they were together for a while and they had friends, she would tell them how she captured the snake with her charms and turned him into her pet.&nbsp; How he was truly a heel at first before they got together.&nbsp; He knew he had been and he had done nothing to warrant this chance with her.&nbsp; He could only try to make it up to her from this moment forward.&nbsp; He knew of no other way than to be the best boyfriend/lover she could ever want or ask for.&nbsp; He wanted to reach back and caress her rear as if they were together already.&nbsp; Even still they were at work, if they were working on a case at his place or hers.&nbsp; He would have in that moment.&nbsp; 'Damn...tryin to figure out how you got in them jeans.'&nbsp; He knew of his black female friends that weren't as filled out as she was.&nbsp; He wondered what it would feel like to have that rump bouncing off of his hips as he slammed deeply inside of her.<br><br>He was trying to focus, but he had thought all night about how it would be to suckle upon her large breasts and now where she was.&nbsp; He only had to turn to his right and pull her nipple into his mouth...ok that and get her out of her clothes.&nbsp; But that was the only other barrier between his thoughts and reality right now.&nbsp; He wondered in that moment if there were cameras in her and if he could stop time would he take her on his desk right here, right now....Hell YEAH!<br><br>He was taken aback when she moved and he turned to her wondering what she was thinking then she said it and he couldn't help but to blush thinking of what had been going through his mind at the time and she told him she had been reading his mind.&nbsp; So his jig was up not that he minded.&nbsp; He knew he would have some trouble keeping things from her if they were a couple.&nbsp; He would have to lay down ground rules though.&nbsp; Birthdays, Christmas and Valentine's Day mind was off limits....ok anniverseries too!!<br>"Well since you are reading my mind you would know where I want to kiss you!&nbsp; But since you are asking.&nbsp; No Delilah...if I start kissing you, I wouldn't just STOP at the mouth!"&nbsp; He said noticing no one was around them or paying attention to them for the most part.&nbsp; "Your body would be my personal lollipop...I yearn to make you scream my name till you are hoarse."&nbsp; He leaned in whispering to her as he didn't stand so he was looking up at her from between her breasts and since they were on his side of the desk no one would see him caress her calf.<br><br>He was pretty sure she was into him as much as he was her.&nbsp; He sent his file to IT and closed up the laptop for them to come get them both.&nbsp; It would be evidence to bring him down.&nbsp; "You want some breakfast?&nbsp; We need to get something to eat after we talk to the parents."&nbsp; 'Before I eat you.'&nbsp; He thought as she moved away from him.&nbsp; He looked at her and thought of how often he would want to wake up and roll over and wake her up before they came to work or went to bed.&nbsp; Just the image of feeling her being plowed beneath him, on top of him, next to him made it hard to think of anything else save being with her.&nbsp; His fingers opened and closed with the thought of her breasts being in them or her behind being clenched beneath him as he pulled her on to his rod that he drove into her deeply again and again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 23:43:52</strong>
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				She felt his whisper against the skin of her cheek, even if he wasn't that close. His words were tantalizing, tempting and made her want him more than she already did. Then his touch along her leg made her jump, but still, it stoked the fire of her arousal even more. Her body trembled just a bit and she smiled. "Personal lolipop huh?" She bit her bottom lip and took a seat on his desk, looking to him more straight on now. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to say to you?"<br><br>She was flirting with him, there was no denying it. She wanted him, part of her deeply wanted to cut the games and have him take her right then and there. She could feel her womanhood getting wetter and wetter at just the thought of bouncing up and down on his chocolate pole. But there was work to get done, and she did her best to shove thoughts of him out of her mind.<br><br>"Alright, interview then breakfast," she smiled and moved away from his desk, away from any potential touches. It was hard, since she still thought of how good it would be to get bent over by him and fucked silly. She wondered if she could resist him later tonight. If she couldn't, he would surely have her in bed with him by the end of the night. As it was, his hot whispers against her and the lightest of touches were setting her off. It had been so long since she had been laid, let alone been fucked really good. Oh and she knew he could give that to her. "Your car I assume?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 04:26:02</strong>
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				He felt her jump and smirked as it wasn't what he expected from her but it was definitely a nice reaction.&nbsp; He didn't stop with the stroking of her leg, especially now that she was sitting on his desk.&nbsp; He was rather aroused right now but he couldn't very well take her here and now, too many people and he was too selfish, he wanted her all to himself.&nbsp; "Yep I wanna watch you squirm and find out how delicious you really are, you know if fantasy meets reality?"&nbsp; He teased, but realized he let her further in to his thoughts.&nbsp; "You can say what you want, but what you say and what you do!&nbsp; Are two entirely different things?&nbsp; It really all depends on how good you are with your tongue."&nbsp; He outright taunted, he knew he had already dreamed of driving down the road with her lips wrapped around him, with his tinted windows no one would be the wiser.&nbsp; But he could dream couldn't he.<br><br>He knew they were both playing a dangerous game, his was honest but there was still the thought wavering in the back of his mind....what if she couldn't take him.&nbsp; He would have to talk with her over dinner.&nbsp; He was hungry for her already and he was thinking of how much....and how badly he wanted her still.&nbsp; He knew he would just have to ask...casually.<br><br>He nodded as she agreed, he needed to eat, yet he knew nothing on the menu would satisfy his true hunger right now.&nbsp; Which was for her.&nbsp; He wasn't sure anymore he was going to make it to dinner, much less through it.<br><br>"Yeah we haven't been together....long enough for me to let you drive.&nbsp; So you are just going to have to ride!"&nbsp; He knew what he was implying and wonder did she catch him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 05:33:14</strong>
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				It was indeed a dangerous game that they were playing. He was teasing her and she loved it. More so, she wanted to tease him back. She wanted to tell him the truth, that she would love to show him what she could do with her tongue, but he'd have to wait. Delilah wanted to tease him back by telling him she didn't know if he could meet her type of fantasy. Yet she said nothing. It was a step further than she wanted to go right now. It meant letting him into her deepest desires and truest kinks. They hadn't even gone on a date yet, so he would just have to wait.<br><br>In truth, he had her body trembling inside, yearning to see what he could do, yearning to hear him moan when he found what she could doo to him. It would be the most erotic thing ever, or so she imagined. After all, he said he was an addict. He'd better be good. Still, she was a bit traditional. Teasing was one thing to her, but meaning it and knowing he meant it as well could be bad. It would reveal their hands far before they had revealed themselves. Delilah enjoyed some mystery.<br><br>All she did was smile at his response and she said nothing. There was nothing to say to it since she had already decided to be the one to close that door for now. They were going to have mystery between them one way or another, especially since she already felt she was going to be doing some heavy making out/petting later on with him. After all, classy as she was, she still yearned for him in a way no man had made her before.<br><br>"Alright fine, I'll ride," she commented casually, not wanting to play into any more verbal foreplay. He was so strong. She could tell as they walked to his car. It seemed like his every muscle called to her and suggested many ways in which he could hold her or pin her down. Caveman as it might be, she yearned for that in a man. It was a good sign he could keep up with her and be as kinky as her little heart desired. And oh how it desired.<br><br>"The third missing woman lived on her own, but her parents live on Fourth and Spencer, right by the shopping mall. They might or might not be able to shed some light on everything." Delilah was going back into work mode it seemed, turning their playful banter and daydreaming off. "It says in her file that she could talk to animals. Hmm, that's a new one. You don't see many of those huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 11:47:34</strong>
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				He drove to the next location thinking, they would have to talk over breakfast.&nbsp; He would have to work on his willpower some more as the more they talk....chatted....teased...the more he found himself longing for her.&nbsp; It was an ache he hadn't had for a woman in a very long time.&nbsp; He thought of how much he wanted her blonde mane buried in his lap, how he wanted her there his hips thrusting his member between those wet lips as he pushed his tongue further between her netherlips trying to make her scream around him and erupt at the same time.&nbsp; He had lots of plans for her.<br><br>He thought of all the ways he wanted to take her feel her, was it wrong to have her as a lover?&nbsp; Not just a booty call?&nbsp; Woman on the side?&nbsp; Was it too soon to tell her he wanted her in his life, not just a one night...two night stand.&nbsp; And if she got tired of being impaled on him, being hoarse every other day?&nbsp; Then what?&nbsp; Yeah he had to slow down make her wait....yearn for his touch.&nbsp; But he was weak for her already and he knew it.&nbsp; He yearned to be inside of her driving her into the bed, making her beg for more only to give it to her.<br><br>He opened the door for her to get in, he enjoyed looking at her body clothed or not.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was hoping soon for not, it was another sign that he was rather smitten with her.&nbsp; He caught himself glancing at her behind, but moved to close the door and get in.&nbsp; The trip wasn't long since he knew the way, but he was a bit focus on what he was missing in all of this.&nbsp; Even still he could see himself waking up to her in his bed....or waking her up in his bed rather.&nbsp; Soon to have her waking him up too.<br><br>'You bet you will.'&nbsp; He thought to himself as he wondered at times if he could fly instead of run.&nbsp; It would be interesting to take her on the ceiling, but that would be a dream he could work on.&nbsp; But he thought of how he could have her tied to his bed, that ripe behind in the air and do to her all the things he wanted only to feel her release around him till it was too late.&nbsp; He wondered if she was straight laced or did she have some other things in mind...they would have lots of time to....explore one another.<br><br>"Hunh?&nbsp; Her own?&nbsp; No what did she look like?"&nbsp; He asked trying to find the pattern, there was something there...criminal master mind?&nbsp; What was the connection?&nbsp; It was there even with the speed of his thoughts he couldn't put his finger on it yet.&nbsp; "Talk to the animals?&nbsp; Ok tell me the girls powers again?"&nbsp; He said as he pulled up to the parents house, they would have to check her house later to find out if there was some other connection besides the computer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 23:33:46</strong>
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				"Well one girl controlled fire, the other had telekinesis and this one talks to animals. Quite a wide variety of abilities. They aren't really related at all." She commented easily as her eyes took in this new girls file. She was fairly good looking, but looked differently than the other two girls. This one was blonde, much like Delilah was. The other two had been two different shades of brunette. Delilah flashed Julian the picture of this new girl.<br><br>Then they were at the parents house and Delilah took the place in. She opened her mind a bit, just trying to get a feel for everything. Something wasn't right. There were thoughts there, but she couldn't read them. "Hold on," she whispered quickly. She opened her mind up more and still felt only one mind in the house, it was still shielded though, in a way she wasn't used to. That only meant one thing, it was a power she hadn't encountered before. <br><br>Every mutant had the potential to create a mental wall and it was always a reflection of their ability, Delilah had learned. Vampires could shield their thoughts, but their minds resonated an certain emptiness. Mutants with more common abilities often didn't even have a shield, such as people who controlled the elements. Telepaths had solid walls around their thoughts, the stronger the telepathy, the stronger the wall. Julian even had a wall when he focused, she knew. His was like an electric fence. The person in the house seemed to have a fog surrounding his thoughts, almost like an illusionist uses fog to conceal his tricks. <br><br>Her mind shot back to her list of potential abilities their perp might have. She didn't have experience with several of them, but someone who could alter perceptions and someone who had pheremone manipulation might have a mental signature much like she was feeling. Both of those abilities would more than likely feel like a cloud rather than a solid wall. Both of those powers were used like illusions. She knew this was wrong.<br><br>Delilah shook her head lightly, already reaching for her firearm in her holster. "Her parents aren't there, but someone is. I think it might be our guy," she said, fairly confident. Adrenaline surged through her and she hopped out of the car, closing the door quietly. She knew Julian would follow, probably head around the opposite side of the house. She took the right side of the house, her gun out and ready. Providing he took the left side like she figured he would, she'd lose sight of Julian as she rounded the corner. <br><br>She took maybe two steps when it hit her. Her body burned with an intense desire she had never felt before. Delilah froze, motionless as she tried to process what was going on. No matter what she did, she couldn't shake the feeling of want, the feeling that started to burn deep within her womanhood. A tremble surged through her and her eyes closed for a brief moment. That's when it hit her, the blow to the face.<br><br>Pain flooded her face and she fell to the floor. Delilah heard her gun skitter away, but knew that the guy was already gone. Still, even as she sat on the ground, clutching her face, she could feel the sensation of lust still resonating through her body. Her face hurt, but all she could think about was how much she wanted to touch herself, wanted to feel something push inside of her. She tried to snap out of it, shake the feeling, but it was still only slowly fading away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 02:10:14</strong>
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				Julian shook his head not liking this at all.&nbsp; There was no connection…there was always a connection..even when one didn’t see it.&nbsp; In retrospect there would be one there that they missed.&nbsp; He tried to make his mind work, harder faster.&nbsp; But still came up with nothing.&nbsp; But he did notice the new girl and thought she was someone different…maybe she was really the intended target the first two may have been practice?&nbsp; He wasn’t sure really but he did take all of this into consideration.<br>He noticed her grip him as if she were trying to protect him from something.&nbsp; He was adept at dealing with mentalists he just didn’t like them.&nbsp; He looked around the place allowing his vision to change to see the circuitry within.&nbsp; He was able to see the layout of the house, but he needed to be closer to see a human body…that or it needed to be darker.&nbsp; As the sunlight tended to overpower this vision during the daytime. <br><br>He didn’t wait for her, he just got out.&nbsp; He switched to business mode, as fast as lightning.&nbsp; He was moving around to the left side trying to reach the power conduit to pull the power out and leave only whoever was inside visible.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure he would need his static field but he put it up anyway as a precaution.&nbsp; He pulled out both of his .45s and moved to his side hoping she could take care of herself.<br><br>&nbsp;He moved to reach out for the conduit as he was on this side of the house noticing Delilah was now out of sight.&nbsp; He scanned the building his white eyes focused on removing the power in order to make whoever was in the house visible.&nbsp; He just needed one clear shot and he would probably stun him or bring him down.&nbsp; That was his tactic with mentalists, don’t give them a chance to focus on him.&nbsp; He moved quickly around now.&nbsp; The thought of having this case wrapped up quickly almost brought a smile to his face with the thought of not having to work on it and having her all to himself for a while.&nbsp; He thought they should have had communicators once they lost sight of one another.<br>He couldn’t see a thing as he moved, his hand touched the power source and he began to pull energy from the building.&nbsp; He was flowing into him and the figure was becoming clearer, whoever it was, was on the other side with her.&nbsp; He concentrated and changed to almost living lightning as he jumped to the door and the alarm system gave way to him as he turned the knob and opened the door.&nbsp; The door on the end of the hallway came open with the pressure change and he was on the other side of the house in a flash.&nbsp; But even in that time.&nbsp; The perp was gone and Delilah was on the ground, her gun to the side.&nbsp; He wondered what was wrong with her??<br><br>&nbsp;He moved to her seeing she was bleeding and he touched her.&nbsp; Scanning the area.&nbsp; “Delilah?&nbsp; How do you feel?”&nbsp; He asked caressing her face cleaning up the blood with a handkerchief from his pocket as he powered down, but he left his static field up.&nbsp; “Are you ok?”&nbsp; He said stroking her cheek after cleaning her face, whoever did this was definitely going to pay!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 02:37:43</strong>
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				She moaned softly as he touched her face. His touch just made the lust within her surge to the surface once more. There was nothing she wanted more than for him to take her right then and there. Her mind cried out, wanting to have control again, but all she could do was move her face more into his hand, nuzzling affectionately. <br><br>"I..I..it's weird," she whispered softly, wishing she could stop nuzzling into his hand. She wanted to tell him all that she was feeling, all that had happened, but it felt too silly. What was she supposed to say? That all of a sudden she got horny and couldn't see straight to see him coming at her. "Just...I need to go, I'm...I can't think."<br><br>She was obviously fine. Even as she stood, her body wasn't weak. Though her face hurt and was starting to swell, she still couldn't help but look him over. The lust pheremones that ran through her prevented her from doing it discreetly too. Her eyes moved up his form a bit too obvious and she bit her bottom lip playfully. Then, she shook her head, trying to snap out of it. Still, her hand was at his bicep as she stood and his muscles made her pussy walls tighten just a bit. Delilah closed her eyes and let herself get lost in her own imagination.<br><br>Then suddenly, she pulled away from him, needing to be away from his toned and strong body. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she made her way to the car. Didn't he feel that? No, she guessed not, or he would have been struggling too. "I just need to get home is all," she said with a bit more strength in her voice now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 03:15:48</strong>
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				He touched her knowing he should get them out of there.&nbsp; He grabbed her gun and lifted her up into his arms.&nbsp; He continued to scan the area he was looking for something, he was completely unaware of the affects of things around him.&nbsp; He heard her moan he thought but carried her to the vehicle as he moved to get in on the other side.<br><br>He moved with her in his arms quickly keeping an eye out, the last thing he needed was to be snuck upon.&nbsp; He moved her till she was in the vehicle and around as he got in.&nbsp; He noticed her face beginning to swell.&nbsp; He had extra energy, even more so from his desire to have her.&nbsp; It wasn’t any different than normal right?&nbsp; He had wanted her since yesterday so it wouldn’t be any change today since he hadn’t been with anyone in more than a month so it was just like normal for him.&nbsp; <br><br>“Come here.”&nbsp; He said leaning closer to her letting the electricity flow from his hands in healing as he blew gently over her face to help make the burning sensation pass faster.&nbsp; He knew once the heat went away and her features cool she would be good as new.<br><br>&nbsp;“What happened?”&nbsp; He asked.&nbsp; He noticed her look over him and it still had the same affect that it had yesterday.&nbsp; He was hungry for her and he ached for her touch, it was more painful when she looked at him.&nbsp; He was just a hair away from kissing her as his fingers moved to heal her face.<br><br>He noticed her pull away.&nbsp; “You should be fine now.”&nbsp; He said as he moved to drive away wondering where this guy could have gotten off to.&nbsp; It was a good thing she had pulled away or he would have kissed her and who knew what that would have lead to.&nbsp; But still something was going on, with her he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.&nbsp; He couldn’t see or hear anything…and his scent of smell…well that was a bit off unless the scent was strong it wasn’t able to reach him too much.<br><br>&nbsp;“Home it is then.”&nbsp; He said as he began to drive her there wondering if something really was wrong.&nbsp; “What is the matter?”&nbsp; He said knowing full well something had happened.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 03:29:32</strong>
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				"It's stupid," she commented lightly. She touched her face a bit, thankful that he had used his powers to help heal her. Still, she felt self-concious about the whole thing. It seemed that maybe their perp had just hit her with a dose of pheremones, since he didn't seem to be affected. He wasn't the one stammering like an idiot and getting flushed.<br><br>"I just....he did something." Delilah really didn't want to admit to him what had happened. As it was, she knew how badly he wanted her. Now she wanted him probably just as bad. This left no level headed person. "I think he has pheremone manipulation. I think that's how he's getting those girls to come with him. A dose of lust in any woman's direction and she'd have a hard time thinking anything aside from sex." Her tone was soft and her eyes remained looking out the window. Surely he understood now that this is what had happened.<br><br>Delilah said nothing more about the matter, choosing to instead focus on her burning lust and how she could possibly calm it down. Still, the only thing she wanted to do was put a finger in her panties and touch her poor swollen clit. She bit her bottom lip lightly, trying hard to conceal her horniness. She didn't feel like it was working very well.<br><br>The only thing she kept thinking was that soon they'd be at her house and she could masturbate to her hearts content without fear of reprisal. More so, she was already thinking that the scent of lavender might help counter any pheremones he had sent her way. It had a calming affect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 03:52:44</strong>
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				“No it is not.&nbsp; You need to help me by opening up and being my partner.&nbsp; Nothing you say is stupid.&nbsp; I need to be able to help you and I can’t if you don’t let me in.”&nbsp; He said wanting to put his hands on her, he wanted to pull her into his arms to hold her to comfort her.&nbsp; He didn’t mind that she was stammering, he was glad she was normal he wished it was him causing her to act like this.<br><br>“What?”&nbsp; He said, he pulled off to the side of the road where he turned to face her.&nbsp; “Really?”&nbsp; He went over the pheromone idea and it made sense why he wasn’t affected.&nbsp; He had his field up and raced over to her probably displacing them, but that also seemed to make him remember that he didn’t have a really great sense of smell too.&nbsp; “That explains a lot.”&nbsp; ‘Harem!!&nbsp; That made sense!’&nbsp; He thought to himself.&nbsp; That mean that…she felt like he did all the time around her.&nbsp; He could easily push her into doing what he wanted, but he wasn’t like that.&nbsp; He wanted her to want him…on her own.<br><br>He turned on the air letting the air freshener hopefully clear the air, there was a hint of vanilla and Lavender in it.&nbsp; But he was thinking he felt bad for her right now, but he kept his hands on the steering wheel and not on her leg or lap where he wanted to put it.&nbsp; He took her hand and kissed it.&nbsp; “I am sorry I wasn’t there for you.”&nbsp; He said lacing her fingers in his as he drove to her place, remembering the address as he was planning on getting there to pick her up tonight.&nbsp; Now that was out of the question as she would need to rest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 04:24:34</strong>
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				Delilah took a deep breath as he turned on the air. It kind of helped, but her body still wanted what it wanted. "Thanks," she said softly, trying to put her mind on something else. Even as he took her hand and kissed it, the sensation made her close her eyes and sigh softly. It seemed everything was super sensitive and super needy.<br><br>Then they were at her house and she sighed a sigh of relief. At least she could be on her own, pleasuring herself as much as she wanted to to try and dispel some of the angst that the increased lust was creating. "Thanks for bringing me home," she said softly. After a pause she added, "I'm sorry we didn't get him. I should have been more on my guard."<br><br>Obviously she was a bit disappointed, and for good reason. She was an agent, an armed agent, and she should have been more on her guard, more able to stop what he did or more able to fight through it at least. Delilah hopped out of the car and headed towards her door. She wondered if he wanted to come in. Chances were, being the gentleman that he was, he would and would want to stay to make sure she was alright. If he followed after her, she'd not turn him away.<br><br>They still hadn't had breakfast and he seemed to genuinely worry about her. Her only concern was whether or not she could deny him. Even if he didn't do anything, she'd still be thinking of what he could do. Every mental process told her not to do anything with him, but every hormone in her body said she wanted to be satisfied. Whether he came into her small house or not, she'd still find time to step into the bathroom and get off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 05:40:31</strong>
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				Delilah took a deep breath as he turned on the air. It kind of helped, but her body still wanted what it wanted. "Thanks," she said softly, trying to put her mind on something else. Even as he took her hand and kissed it, the sensation made her close her eyes and sigh softly. It seemed everything was super sensitive and super needy.<br>“No prob.”&nbsp; He said still holding her hand not knowing the affect the scent was having on her.&nbsp; He wanted her like nothing he had ever dreamed of.&nbsp; If only she knew she wanted him rather than the perp’s affect on her.<br>As they pulled up to her house.&nbsp; He turned off the car rather than dropping her off.&nbsp; He walked her to the door, he didn’t reply to what she said.&nbsp; It was his duty as her partner to look out for her.&nbsp; “Then we get him next time.”&nbsp; It was all he said, she was on her guard.&nbsp; If it was all her fault than he would have gotten him.&nbsp; But he couldn’t see him so that left her vulnerable.&nbsp; He knew something that could stop a telepath.&nbsp; He would file that away, not that he wanted to hurt her, but Valentine’s day was around the corner.&nbsp; It was his only stray thought.&nbsp; <br><br>He followed her to her door, he wanted to make sure she was really ok.&nbsp; He knew the disappointment and didn’t want her wallowing in it.&nbsp; She had done good for something she hadn’t encountered before, the thing was to not make the same mistake twice or it would cost her…cost them both!&nbsp; It was one thing to be a soloist, it was another to leave your partner vulnerable.&nbsp; He wasn’t about to leave her vulnerable.<br><br>He waited for her to open the door, he looked around taking in the sight and sounds of her place.&nbsp; He could see the sensations going on within her but he could only guess as to what they were.&nbsp; The light sheen of sweat coating her and he thought only of wishing he could get her out of those clothes.&nbsp; He hadn’t eaten yet….but nothing had changed…the only thing on the menu that he wanted right now was Delilah.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 05:59:31</strong>
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				Delilah sighed softly as she went up to her door. Part of her felt bad for not wanting to invite him in, but after all, she was in no condition to entertain, not how she should anyways. Leaning against her doorframe, she smiled a bit. "I still want to go out on our date. That's in over 8 hours. I'm sure I'll be fine by then. Will you still come pick me up?"<br><br>She knew part of him would want her just to stay home and get better, but already she could feel the effects fading. They faded slowly, but still were fading. More so, she had been looking forward to their date for awhile and couldn't wait to have him to herself. Hormones or not, she still craved him and his company. For now though, hormones were winning.<br><br>She'd say her goodbyes to him and shut the door behind her, making her way to the bathroom where she ran a hot bath with lavender bath salts. Before, after and during her bath she made a point of getting off several times each. By the time she got done with the bath, she was sleepy and decided to skip breakfast on account of napping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 06:18:08</strong>
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				He frowned thinking she might need the rest.&nbsp; “Ok.”&nbsp; Was all he said a part of him wanted to go and tuck her in but he wouldn’t do that for fear it wouldn’t be her responding to his touch.&nbsp; He wanted her to have no excuses…no regrets.&nbsp; He went to the car, he went to check the house again wondering if cameras were there.&nbsp; He looked around, he didn’t drain the house completely so he made note of the security company and went to check that out.&nbsp; He knew himself and knew he needed something to keep his mind off of checking on Delilah.&nbsp; He knew if he checked on her things wouldn’t go well for him.&nbsp; He was not as strong as he thought he was, the only thing that really saved her was he didn’t want their first time to be on the side of the road.&nbsp; No he wouldn’t admit that little tidbit, let her think he was still a gentleman rather than the monster that wanted to take advantage of her.<br><br>Had he known she still wanted him, he would have sacrificed himself for the cause…it was a cause he would sacrifice daily knowing he couldn’t stop his desire of her.&nbsp; He wondered if the pheromones…were mental or smell induced?&nbsp; He knew there were two types, but since they weren’t as affective against him, he had to go with smell.&nbsp; He pressed some menthol to the back of his nose.&nbsp; He meant to try to get his sinuses drained one day, he was told that would help his sense of smell.&nbsp; He never got around to it.<br><br>He went home to shower and change as he sent another request to IT for the security tapes, he hoped they would have them by morning.&nbsp; Tonight he had…other plans.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he drove back to her house stepping out of his SUV in his black boots, pants, white shirt and dark jacket that looked like crushed velvet and almost purple in the right light.&nbsp; In another life he could have been a gigglo, but this was his calling to help people that couldn’t help themselves.&nbsp; Who knows maybe he found the woman that could finally put that fire out within him or at least keep it to a dull roar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 07:08:58</strong>
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				Delilah woke up from her nap feeling refreshed and sated. Her body felt back to normal. The only arousal she felt was when she thought about Julian and his body. She wanted him with or without the hormones, that much she knew. Tonight though, it was all her and she was thankful for it. <br><br>She had enough time to dress for their date and was glad for it. After a shower, she changed into a dress. It was a halter top dress and it pressed her full breasts together to form a wonderful amount of cleavage. It hugged her waist and ass and finally flowed out a bit at her knees. It was red, a color that really contrasted with the fairness of her skin. Even her blonde hair seemed to pale against it, but somehow in a good way.<br><br>Delilah left her hair down. As much as she wanted to put it up and have strands of blonde hair stream sporadically down her face, she knew having it down would look nicer. She enjoyed having her full head of hair. She figured she might as well show it off. Finally, after just a touch of makeup, she took a seat on the couch and waited for Julian to come knocking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 07:15:41</strong>
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				He knocked on the door thinking, he wished he could have done more for her this afternoon.&nbsp; He didn’t want her to feel disappointed, he knew the old him would have ragged on her something fierce but he didn’t want to be that, he wanted to be her lover, one that would console her and not push her away.<br><br>He wondered had she been able to get some rest, he knew he hadn’t he had been thinking about her all day long.&nbsp; It was both a good and bad thing and he wanted her to work a bit for his affection.&nbsp; Hell last thing he wanted for her to know was that he was already wrapped around her finger and they hadn’t even slept together.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood at the door and knocked.&nbsp; He wasn’t sure if he was even going to be able to go through with this he had been thinking about her all day and he knew there was something different between them when he kissed her hand and she didn’t let his go as their fingers were linked.<br><br>‘Come on just be good, don’t think about how you wanted to bury your face in her chest and lick the sweat off of her nipples earlier today.’&nbsp; He thought to himself trying to focus.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 07:25:42</strong>
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				Delilahs heart raced as she heard the door knock. Ooh would she be able to handle it? He was here and already her body was trembling. She wanted him. She wanted him in every way. More so, she wanted him to take her. She wanted to bring out the forceful powerful dominant man she had been yearning for for years.<br><br>As she opened the door, her eyes took him in all dressed up for their date. "Well don't you clean up well," she said softly, leaning against the doorframe a bit. When he was ready, she'd follow him out to his car.<br><br>The entire time, she couldn't help but think about him in bed, and it wasn't the pheremones this time. No, this time it was pure lust for a man she still hardly knew. Yet, she felt close to him, felt like he cared and wanted him to be there for him. She was still scared. However much she wanted him to be the one to change her peception of men, she was still scared. She didn't want him to hurt her like all the others and she didn't want to hurt him either if he couldn't satisfy her as much as she enjoyed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 07:37:06</strong>
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				<br>He stood at the door at first he was nervous wondering did he leave too soon.&nbsp; Should he have just insisted to tuck her in, help her wash and get into bed.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and opened them, in enough time to see her walking towards the door.&nbsp; He closed his eyes quickly and looked at the car, trying to act nonchaulant about her opening the door for him.&nbsp; He turned to look at her and he kept his jaw from dropping but not the words that came forth from his mouth.<br><br>“Wow you look…”&nbsp; ‘Delicious.’&nbsp; “…fabulous.”&nbsp; He said as he leaned forward to kiss her cheek he almost slipped right then and kissed those succulent lips but he was still trying to restrain himself.&nbsp; “Shall we?&nbsp; Dinner reservations at D’Andre’s won’t keep.”&nbsp; He called in a few favors to get them a table there.&nbsp; No he wasn’t trying to impress her but every little bit helps, besides they were guaranteed a private table and tonight he wanted to be alone with her as much as possible, his only wish was to make through dinner.<br><br>He escorted her to the car, he had to concentrate and focus on something besides her spilling out of that dress and into his hands.&nbsp; He could get her out of it quickly….but she would never wear the dress again.&nbsp; She was…he couldn’t do much but swallowing thinking of how much he wanted her this afternoon, this morning, yesterday and now he had to see if they were compatible with dinner before they went further but there was something more beside…would he hurt her?&nbsp; Maybe that was all this really came down to?&nbsp; He was dangerous but could he really be the man she needed and deserved.&nbsp; He helped her into the car and thought about that the entire way to the restaurant.&nbsp; “Did you get a chance to get some rest?”&nbsp; ‘You might just need it!’&nbsp; He thought but quickly shook that from his head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 08:48:42</strong>
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				She blushed slightly from his response. She knew he would like the dress, and was glad to hear so. Delilah did her best to hide her excitement as she heard where he was taking her. Not just anyone got into that place. It was rather swanky and she heard very good. Even if it wasn't his intent, she was a bit impressed. <br><br>She got into the car, not saying much herself. She was lost in thought about how handsome he looked and how she'd love to see his reaction when he saw the undergarments she was wearing underneath the red dress. They were black and lacey, the bra was strapless of course.<br><br>"I did actually. I took a nice long nap and feel great," she smiled as she looked over at him. The fact that he cared flattered her. She liked that he took an interest in her well being. No other man had really took the interest in her that he had. Not just a physical interest, but he cared about her body, about her satisfaction and about everything her. Part of her wished she didn't know how much he cared for her, but really it just made her like him more. "I'm excited for dinner," she said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 20:45:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;He got her to the restaurant, almost wishing this was a bed and breakfast.&nbsp; He so wanted to eat...enjoy...relish in this moment of being with her.&nbsp; He wanted her to enjoy this time.&nbsp; 'Damn if she didn't look HOT!'&nbsp; He thought as he had to take his eyes off of her to drive, but he noticed how lovely her legs were and he imagined them wrapped around him yet again.<br><br>He wondered if she had anything on under that dress as their was little left to his imagination of what she looked like naked.&nbsp; The dress wore her well, he did see that she had on something as the black lacey set was interested in taking it off of her.&nbsp; He wondered if there was anyway to get through dinner.&nbsp; He wondered what it was to have a woman of his own now.<br><br>"That is good.&nbsp; I was trying to be good and not bring you in and tuck you in myself.&nbsp; I am glad you had a chance to get some rest."&nbsp; He said wanted to care for her more than he wanted to believe or more than she probably thought he could.&nbsp; Maybe she needed to know that he cared for her as a person not just her body or the wicked lovemaking they could get to.<br><br>As they were seated in the restaurant and being waited on.&nbsp; He wanted so much for them to enjoy themselves fully together.&nbsp; "So what do you like to eat besides meat."&nbsp; He said thinking she might just eat like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 22:33:41</strong>
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				She felt her cheeks blush at his comment. "Well, that's awfully sweet of you. Though honestly, if you tucked me in, I don't imagine you'd let me sleep." Her response was simple, but true. She knew just how much he would enjoy bedding her. To be honest, she would too. Still, she didn't need to let him know how much she wanted him. Someone had to be in control of the situation after all.<br><br>When they were seated at the restaurant, her hazel eyes took in the place. Delilah had never been to such a fancy restaurant. It surprised her that it was Julian who had brought her here, Julian who perhaps had a streak of romance in him after all. The more she thought about it, the more she believed him when he said that he was interested in her. This would be far too elaborate for just a ploy. He had to really be interested in her.<br><br>Suddenly, everything became so much more serious. Their playful conversations or comments were no longer playful. He seriously wanted her, in every way, and she knew it. She didn't need to get into his head to be into his head. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. The realization that this was a real date hit her. Her usual panic hit that she might get hurt, this might end poorly, she might be unsatisfied.<br><br>Delilah forced herself to smile a bit and leaned back in her chair some. "I enjoy pasta, mexican food and my favorite thing is pizza. It's junk food, but nice none the less." She paused a moment before adding "and I've never had tofu, by the way." She smirked a bit. It was one thing she had pulled from his mind.<br><br>The thought occurred to her that he might worry about her reading his mind. She didn't need him thinking she was a spy or something like that. In truth, she tried not to read minds. It was a gift, but had proved to be a curse at times. She saw or heard things she didn't always want to. "But that was retrieved in self defense mind you," she commented. "I don't go around poking in your brain. I never know what I'll find after all," she chuckled softly, hoping it would alleviate some of his fears if he had any.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 10:20:40</strong>
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				“No it is just honest.&nbsp; I think I had alterior motive.”&nbsp; Hell I know I had alterior motives, if she was as hot and bothered as I felt it would have nice watching her try to work me over to relive herself.&nbsp; “I kind of doubt I would have let you sleep long too.”&nbsp; He knew how much he would enjoy making her scream…then there was seeing if she could do the same to him.&nbsp; It was an honest assessment considering he hadn’t denied her any information yet.&nbsp; And he just itched for someone to let go on and make his own.<br><br>He hadn’t been trying to impress her really he had given up on that.&nbsp; He simply wanted to show her a good time.&nbsp; Several good times actually, he knew he was playing his hand too loosely or even too quickly.&nbsp; But he wasn’t up for games, if he was interested she would know it if she wanted to give him a chance to truly be her lover there would be no questions as to what he would do for her.<br><br>He gazed at her drinking her in, he had practically undressed her in his mind several times, different ways the longer he sat there with her.&nbsp; He knew the cravings he had and he wonder if he were going too far, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her…physically anyway.&nbsp; Or himself for that matter, if she were too tight it would be awhile before she would think of coming back to try to be with him.<br>&nbsp;<br>He knew this was too good to be true, she had only to say she loved Chinese food and he would be hers forever.&nbsp; “Oh ok.”&nbsp; He said smirking as he listened to her, he raised and eyebrow when she mentioned tofu.&nbsp; He wasn’t embarrassed that she had been in his mind.&nbsp; Her fault if she saw something she liked or didn’t.&nbsp; He had to admit he had thought about being with her long before they were partners.&nbsp; He never thought he would get the chance…but now he hoped they would never stop.<br><br>“So you didn’t find anything else up there to your liking!”&nbsp; He said with a wink.&nbsp; “Ok Delilah look here!&nbsp; I don’t mind you visiting but here is the deal…if we are or were to become a couple…Xmas, valentine’s day, birthdays and anniversaries are off limits.&nbsp; You know how hard it is to surprise a telepathic girlfriend?”&nbsp; He said part teasing and part serious.&nbsp; He didn’t want&nbsp; her up there if he had to buy her gifts.&nbsp; Hell that would spoil the surprise…unless she told him what she wanted then that wouldn’t matter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 04:18:08</strong>
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				Delilah chuckled. "I don't go prying for the sake of prying Julian," but she let his comment slide anyways. There wasn't much to say about her abilities. She could read his mind easily enough, and she could understand his apprehension. Hell if she wasn't a psychic, she might be wary as well.<br><br>Still, she was a psychic, and it was hard sometimes not to read his mind. She wanted to know exactly what he thought of her, know what she was getting into. That would spoil the ultimate surprise though. If anything was to come of this, she wanted it to be natural, not forced.<br><br>The waitress came over and Delilah ordered something with chicken, safe, but tasty. Her eyes took him in as he looked her over. She couldn't help but feel a bit sheepish. That in and of itself bothered her. She was a grown woman on a date. Why was she so nervous?<br><br>In part, she was wary of letting anyone in. Her job gave her little faith in human nature and her past experiences gave her little faith in men. Together, it took a lot from her to even want to give a&nbsp; human man a chance. Still, Julian was trying and she knew he wanted her.<br><br>Delilah had to admit, she wanted him. It had been so long since anyone had set her nerves ablaze. More so, she had never had someone who could tantalize her on many levels. For once, she felt she might be with a man who could please her in every way sexually. He seemed like he would take the risks with her that no other man felt comfortable in doing. <br><br>"So my turn," she said lightly, taking a drink from her glass. "What was your longest relationship?" If he wanted to be with her, there were a line of questions that he'd need to pass in. If he didn't it would just make her wary still. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 05:39:04</strong>
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				“I never said you did.&nbsp; Don’t take offense…but if you choose to become my lover that is my rule on your abilities.&nbsp; I take great pains at enjoying my lovers Delilah and I want to surprise them with gifts and I can’t very well surprise you if you know already can I?”&nbsp; He said in jest. <br><br>He didn’t mind her being psychic they fried as well as anyone sometimes they were more sensitive to his own electrical abilities, which made him smirk with the thought of his touch arousing her more than normal.&nbsp; As he thought of teasing her…with a bit of.&nbsp; He stopped the thought knowing he would have the chance to go further with it later.<br><br>He could tell she was a bit nervous, he had tortured her enough before she was apprehensive and rightly so.&nbsp; Now he was vying for her affections and more on a much deeper level he wasn’t wanting to just bed her but keep her.&nbsp; Have her on a short leash…the chance to make love to her all the time!&nbsp; She would have her chance to have him too….if she recovered fast enough.&nbsp; He wondered what this gorgeous woman would do with a boyfriend with no refractory period.&nbsp; Did she really have any toys that used batteries?&nbsp; He didn’t need any, he was an ‘energizer’.&nbsp; He smirked to himself<br><br>He had slept little last night, thinking of this night and all he wanted to do to her.&nbsp; It took great strength not to return to her house and knock on the door only to shove her against the wall and take her then.&nbsp; Only his desire to have her and not pheromone induced kept him from that thought.&nbsp; Now he had the chance to press her, thinking she really did want him and that excited him to no end as he thought of peeling the dress she wore from her body, strapping her to the bed, drinking of her sweet flesh before he had his way with her again and again through the night.<br><br>He only needed to know what she would like and he would make that happen.&nbsp; Push her buttons and the envelope to turn her on and turn her out.&nbsp; When he was done she wouldn’t only be his but belong to him mind body and soul.&nbsp; He could have her when and where he wanted and she would give herself to his whims…because…she wanted too!<br><br>“18 months.&nbsp; Between…my problem and my job…she couldn’t handle my hunger for her.&nbsp; I will tell you if I don’t want to be with you.&nbsp; If I am with you…I am with you.&nbsp; I would never cheat on you cause I don’t want you to cheat on me.&nbsp; If I give you my heart, I expect you to protect it.&nbsp; Don’t do to me what you don’t want done to you.&nbsp; I am very protective of my lover’s feelings.&nbsp; I am not psychic, if I hurt you tell me.&nbsp; If you need something let me know.”&nbsp; He said rather bold he wanted her to know where he stood.&nbsp; He knew given the chance he would love on her daily and make love to her twice as often as they had raw bed breaking sex.&nbsp; He knew what he wanted and knew she could be that, but only if she wanted to be.&nbsp; In his mind he already saw her red dress on the floor and her bent over impaled upon him as he took her deep and hard.&nbsp; Tomorrow was Saturday in truth there was no place for them to go.&nbsp; She might just need to sleep in and he was hoping they would sleep together early in the morning after being tired from the night before.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 05:58:01</strong>
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				Delilah bit her bottom lip lightly at his comment. It scared her a bit. While she wanted him to please her, she was afraid. Yet here he was, addressing all of her fears in one small speech it seemed. She didn't say anything though. No, she just listened to him. She feared if she said anything she'd ruin it.<br><br>Finally, after a brief pause, she took a deep breath. "I don't think that's at all unreasonable, and I can only say I have never cheated on anyone." There was another pause before she continued. "I need to say though Julian, you intimidate me, and it's both why I am afraid of this and need this. No man has been an equal match for me....in any way, aside from you. I don't want to be afraid, but I kinda am."<br><br>Her voice was low and slightly sad. It took a lot from her to admit that she was afraid of all that he was saying, of all that he wanted. What she surely couldn't say is that she just wanted him to take her home and make love to her, show her that on the deepest of carnal levels, he could be what she needed and wanted. <br><br>He wasn't psychic, but she needed him to know what she liked, wanted to know if he could give her that animalistic sex and kinky sex she had so long desired. "And I should say that no man has been able to meet my needs. No man has been.....well....we creative as I need. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She really didn't want to have to spit it out plain and simple. For some reason, his opening himself up in such a way had made her shy on some level.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 06:11:21</strong>
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				He looked at her and she seemed to understand more than he expected her too, it was almost as if they were connected on a much deeper level.&nbsp; It wasn’t as if he was able read her mind so much as her intent as her words seemed to hit a cord with him.<br><br>He nodded and listened.&nbsp; “Intimidate you?&nbsp; I wouldn’t have expected that…not from you.&nbsp; Are you afraid I will not meet your expectations or that I will exceed them and you will find yourself unable to live without me?”&nbsp; He asked not egotistical but as a matter of fact.&nbsp; He yearned to have her but not just in bed, but in life.&nbsp; He wanted her to want him, to yearn for her and have her impaled upon him morning, noon, and night and want him buried inside of her often.<br><br>He smirked as he listened to her, she wasn’t saying she didn’t want him.&nbsp; She was saying she craved him as much as he did her.&nbsp; He was not upset, but there was something else going on his head.&nbsp; “Delilah…we need to go…NOW!”&nbsp; His words spoke volumes in their simplicity.&nbsp; She wanted what he wanted…sort of she wanted him and he wanted her…NOW!&nbsp; It was encompassing in its raw desire of her.&nbsp; He wanted her to spit out what she wanted…she seemed unable too.&nbsp; The woman that gave him so much lip the past few months was almost speechless in her desire of him.&nbsp; He wanted to know her kinky side, but that would have to come later.&nbsp; He was now in pain and wanted something more from her, something that only she could give.&nbsp; He wondered where they would go, his place or hers.&nbsp; It might be best to go to hers, but at his own place he knew where everything was and he had planned for the night.<br><br>He would pay the check and leave a large tip.&nbsp; But they would have to have a raincheck for dinner.&nbsp; She would have to tell him later all she wished for him to know about what she would like to try, but what he yearned for right now was her and to feel her total release as his new lover.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 06:36:26</strong>
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				"Julian, we haven't even..." but her words about them not having eaten yet were cut short as he put money down for the bill. She looked at him, quite a bit puzzled. Surely he wasn't wanting to go home and have sex, was he? She thought.<br><br>But even as she got up to follow him out, she could tell that's exactly what he wanted to do. Her body shivered softly with anticipation, as if it were her first time. There was a nervousness she couldn't shake, a feeling that they were moving too fast, that this might end poorly.<br><br>Still, parts of her knew he could satisfy her needs. Parts of her knew that he could probably drive her wild. She said nothing as she got in the car, her heart racing, but her pussy already starting to moisten with the thought of having sex with him. <br><br>"Julian, are you sure this is what you want to do?" Her voice was soft as she looked over at him, searching for some sort of reason, some explanation. Every nerve told her she wanted him, but still her mind worried. "I don't want to get hurt again." It was a simple statement, but still, she couldn't help but worry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 06:46:07</strong>
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				“Trust me I will feed you Delilah.”&nbsp; ‘In more ways than one.’&nbsp; He thought as it wasn’t about the food so much as the company, she had pushed him to the limit, it was the point of no return and he wanted to return the favor.&nbsp; He wanted her to have him, for them to feel each other and meet the others needs as he somehow knew their needs…were each other.<br>He helped her into the car and decided that his place was probably the best.&nbsp; He wanted…wished he could have been more suave, more charming, but that time for that had passed.&nbsp; He simply wanted her moaning and screaming now, begging him for more.<br><br>He drove to his place not too much in a hurry or he would have skipped the car altogether, but as he moved to help her out, she could see his house was a small manor and secluded enough to provide them with protection from priers.&nbsp; Unless they had a helicopter they wouldn’t be spotted which was fine incase they wanted to make love in the pool or hot tub out back.&nbsp; But there was no chance they wouldn’t make to that.&nbsp; <br><br>He opened up the door to let her in.<br><br>He was already so hard for her it was painful, she had to know what she was doing to him how she affected him…if not she would know soon enough.&nbsp; “I have never been more sure of anything in my life Delilah.&nbsp; If you are sure you can handle me…I am sure I want to make love to you!”&nbsp; He said make love in truth he wanted to have hot butt naked sex right here in the middle of the floor.&nbsp; He could make love to her later, but right now the need within him for her was far too strong and he wasn’t sure he could make it upstairs with her right now.<br><br>“Don’t worry…I don’t want to hurt you…much.&nbsp; Just know I won’t break your heart.”&nbsp; ‘Break you off…that is something else entirely.’&nbsp; He thought to himself as he closed and locked the door behind him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 06:53:26</strong>
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				Her eyes took in his place. He had obviously done quite well for himself. At least he had come into money. His estate was far more than she would have ever thought a guy like him would have. It made her self concious about her own little two bedroom one bath house. <br><br>She was even more surprised when he let her in. This time, it wasn't because of his house. No as she stepped forward into his house, she heard his voice behind her and it made her shiver. He wanted to make love to her, if she could handle him. God now all she could think about was the thick black cock that waited just behind her. She couldn't even look back less she look to see if he was hard for her.<br><br>Her body wanted him though. Her panties felt damp and warm. Her heart pounded in her chest and she worried that he could read the need on her face. Did he know how long it had been? Did he have any idea how long she had kept men out of her life?<br><br>"I think that's as good a promise as any," she smirked softly. "I don't want to have to mind blast you for breaking my heart. I was just starting to like you," she said. Her voice was almost a whisper, carrying across the still air between them. Delilah still hadn't turned around. She was waiting, waiting for what she knew would come. He was going to take her, and she was letting every element of it be a surprise. "Just hurt me in the right ways," she breathed softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 07:18:13</strong>
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				He wondered sometimes if was too much, but with his inheritance and his job.&nbsp; He didn’t like moving and thought he should get what he wanted and pay for that.&nbsp; So he poured most of his funds into his house and he knew full well it was something they could both enjoy as he planned on making love to her in every room of his house….even the closets.&nbsp; He smirked to himself as he moved up close behind her<br><br>His fingers moved over the zipper to her dress as it came down easily beneath his fingers.&nbsp; He pulled it off of her shoulders.&nbsp; He knew she wore a strapless bra and he didn’t take it off he just pulled the cups down and began to feel over her breasts as her dress hit the floor.&nbsp; He was very surprised that the dress wasn’t holding up her full and firm breasts.&nbsp; They were holding up the dress.&nbsp; They filled his large hands as he squeezed over her nipples and kissed her neck.&nbsp; He moved one hand quickly, then put it back on her breast.&nbsp; If she listened she would have heard the clink of his belt as his pants and shorts were now on the floor.&nbsp; He was naked from the waist down and she could probably feel him hard against her back, he was probably quite thick for her and he knew as he moved her hand to feel on him, this was her chance to back out as he rolled her nipples to a tight hard perfection.<br><br>He didn’t let her turn around, he knew now as his other hand moved to pull off her panties.&nbsp; He could have burned them off but he didn’t want to scare her as his finger slid between them and her wet….hell soaked lips.&nbsp; Was this…all for him?&nbsp; He wondered in shocked as he thought he would be taking her.&nbsp; If truth be told…she seemed to want him take her.<br>He felt some of her need and the fact that it matched his own as he began to move his fingers between her wet lips. One finger slipped inside of her feeling her tightness as he began to graze her clit as she stood there beneath his touch.&nbsp; He wondered how long it had been as she felt so tight as worry now entered his face and his thoughts of fitting entered his mind again.&nbsp; He would be slow, but they would be her till she came then he would move them to another room at some point they would make it to his bedroom.<br><br>“It is not my mind you should worry about blasting.”&nbsp; He said moving her so her panties came off and he was able to see her round globe like behind and shivered with the thought of being inside of her there as well.&nbsp; “I plan to…often.”&nbsp; He said as he moved her semi naked form to the floor as his tip was now poised between her wet lips and he slowly began to push in. <br><br>&nbsp;She didn’t need any foreplay and he didn’t think he could make this time.&nbsp; He just wanted her writhing and screaming.&nbsp; They could make love later, right now his new mate just needed relief as much as he did.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 08:00:38</strong>
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				Her eyes closed as her dress fell to the floor with a soft thud. Her heart pounded in her chest and then his hands were on her. Delilahs form shivered with need and pleasure as he rolled her nipples between her fingers and squeezed her large globes in his hands. <br><br>She did indeed hear his pants fall and that just made her want everything more. Then her hand wrapped around his length and he was indeed very large. She wondered if she could take him. It was too late though, she had to find out.<br><br>As his hands moved to her sensitive womanhood, her knees buckled and had he not been behind her, she might have fallen over. Her clit was so swollen that every touch he made around it caused her to buck her hips lightly. She was soaked. God if he only knew how long it had been, how bad she needed this all. <br><br>Then she was on the floor. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. His tip was at her wet entrance. She was so tight though. It was going to take a long time to get him inside this first time. Hell, perhaps every time unless he wanted to take her really rough. "Please....please easy," was all she managed to say. Already she was panting, desire taking over. This was going to be a long night, she thought, as she waited for him to truly take her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:42:08</strong>
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				He was holding her to him, he was going to take off his shirt and coat in a bit.&nbsp; But right now he was going to punish her for making him wait so long for her.&nbsp; He knew she knew, he wanted her.&nbsp; She didn’t trust him, he understood….but what had changed between yesterday and today…to him nothing…he still lov…wanted her.&nbsp; He wouldn’t dare say it.&nbsp; He didn’t want to mess things up with that but he felt a deep want for her, for more than her body.&nbsp; He knew the truth, he wanted her heart, with her heart she would give him anything he wanted and what he wanted most was her in every way imaginable.&nbsp; He especially like the part where she told him he could have her anytime he wanted.&nbsp; But he knew he would have to work up to that.&nbsp; <br><br>He pushed her forward breathing hard as he finally felt her hands wrap around his pole.&nbsp; He noticed a shiver from her and he had to calm and center himself as he was sure she was thinking the same thing….could she take him.&nbsp; She didn’t have to worry about that, he would help her if it was tonight or any other night he would help her get used to him till she was able to take him far easier than she thought she could.&nbsp; <br><br><br>He moved his fingers over her wet clit and as she went down he smirked loving the sight of her creamy behind he felt her move her rear against him.&nbsp; He wondered briefly how long it had been since she had been broke off.&nbsp; But then it didn’t matter as he didn’t care…he planned to make up for lost time with her and this weekend she would not only become used to him, but would come to crave him as he had her.<br><br>He smirked he heard her begging him already.&nbsp; His tip pierced her tight wet opening and he winced, he knew he couldn’t take her fast yet, but it wasn’t about that it was about making her his and it didn’t help that deep down…he knew she wanted to be his as much as he wanted her to be.&nbsp; He leaned in pushing into her slowly inch by glorious wet inch.&nbsp; He nibbled on her ear still rolling her nipple.&nbsp; “Don’t worry, you won’t keep coming back if I hurt you, my sweet Delilah.&nbsp; And not only do I want you to come back….I need you…..To come back often!”&nbsp; &nbsp;He said as he gripped her hair and turned her head to face him as he kissed her deeply slowly pumping inside of her trying to work his member fully within her folds.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 03:02:44</strong>
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				Delilah panted softly as he pressed her to the floor more and more. Her body shook ever so softly with anticipation and nervousness. It wasn't like her to have sex with a guy on the first date. Hell, they hadn't even gotten through the date. Worse yet, she knew it wasn't because of the pheremones from before. No, this time it was unadulterated need that drove her. <br><br>It hadn't taken much. The feel of his thick hard shaft let her mind swirl with desires she had long since pushed to the back of her mind. Everything he did eminated power, and she loved it. He was on top of her, pressing down on her backside. All she could do was take it. Oh how even that slightest bit of submissiveness turned her on.<br><br>She couldn't hide it either. Even as just the tip teased at her entrance, she whimpered softly. Her pussy was soaked, getting wetter it seemed as her need grew. How she wanted to be able to thrust back and take him all inside of her. Unfortunately, that would probably hurt both of them.<br><br>Then his hand found her hair. With a delighted and surprised cry, her head was jerked back to meet his lips. She moaned again, letting the sound become muffled only by the touch of their lips to one another. It was a beautiful distraction from the stretching of her juicy walls. Even as wet as she was, she could feel every inch of him sliding inside of her. <br><br>Her body shook once more, even as they kissed. God the pleasure was almost unbearable. Never before had she had someone who could fill her up so completely. Never before had any man pulled her hair into such a powerful kiss. More so, never had a man ravaged her like she knew he was just dying to do. It would have to wait though. Even as he started to pump against her tight cunt, it was slow going. The longer it took, the more her need rose.<br><br>Her senses went crazy with stimulation as he played with her sensitive nipple. She could feel his hot breath against her neck and she tried not to shiver. If she moved too much, she was afraid that it would force more of him in her than she was ready for. No, he was going to take his time and she just had to wait. It was taking everything in her to keep her pussy walls loose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 14:31:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;He smoothed his large dark hands over her back.&nbsp; He wanted this to be special not animalistic and raw...he could always tell her later that it was her fault for being so fine.&nbsp; She had a nice behind for a white chick, she worked out obviously, it was round and firm almost perfect, it would fit his hands especially when he smacked it.&nbsp; He licked down her spine as he leaned back and continued to push inside of her slowing working his tip into her feeding her sweet opening as his slow thrusts pushed him deeper and spread her wider for him.<br><br>Her body yielded to his every command now, he had wanted to take her yesterday when he found out he had been pushing away the woman that deep down he wanted.&nbsp; He was working further into her inch by glorious inch and she was taking him, he smacked her rear lightly just to watch the bounce as he gripped it nice and firmly oh how he couldn't wait to watch her ride him.....one day in the mean time he was enjoying taking her he wondered if he would even give her the chance to please him.&nbsp; He wanted to have her possess her as his own, to be completely inside of her and still have her want more simple because it was him.<br>&nbsp;<br>He moved just abit faster, he knew he could have rammed himself completely inside of her in one stroke as wet as she was it wouldn't have hurt...much, but he yearned to have her want him.&nbsp; He didn't want to turn her off, but he would be embedded inside of her soon enough.&nbsp; He kissed her deeply, his tongue moving over hers, he didn't recall anyone being so sweet as he chewed lightly on her strawberry tongue, he was still feeding on her.&nbsp; "You will ride me to sleep and suck me awake do you understand?"&nbsp; He said pulling away still holding her hair as he looked into her eyes, it wasn't simply a plea but a demand.&nbsp; A full out command letting her know this wasn't a one night stand he wanted her beyond this moment even as he drove himself further into her almost completely inside of her wet canal.&nbsp; He had no idea whom the last clown was that let all of this get away...but it wasn't going to be him.<br><br>His other hand moved to grip her large breast pinching it as he continue to pump into her almost completely seated and she had still taken all of him and he was happier than a monkey chewing glue.&nbsp; 'Yep.' He thought she was definitely the one he felt himself thumping on her cervix verging on entering. <br>&nbsp;<br>He was driving into her knowing now her body could take him as he worked her over and kissed her again once she responded this was going to be a long night....very long with any luck...she might even put him to sleep.&nbsp; Wouldn't that be grand for once, to have someone that could meet his needs as well.&nbsp; Damn if she didn't feel so good, he could stay inside of her forever, he began to increase his rhythm just a bit now as he was stroking within her fully now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 02:26:16</strong>
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				She trembled as he pushed more and more inside of her. Her body seemed reluctant to let him in, but it did so none the less. Her eyes closed and she just focused as his hands moved over her body and in her hair. Then his mouth was on hers and she whimpered softly.<br><br>The kiss was heated, powerful, everything she had wanted. He seemed to be giving her the level of passion she had only dreamed of. Then he pulled away and commanded her. His words surprised her, and even as he fucked her, she couldn't hide the look of surprise on her face. Was he really taking charge like that? Was he really trying to dominate her so soon?<br><br>But what could Delilah say? She didn't want to say no, for fear that he might stop, and she worried saying yes, for she was not the type to be so easily taken. "Why can't you fuck me to sleep and lick me awake?" Her tone was heated, lust-filled, but powerful none the less. Indeed, she was going to make this into a bit of a game. <br><br>Then he was entering her cervix and she just trembled and fought the urge to cry out. It hurt and felt amazing all at the same time. Her head tilted back, back arching, trying in some feeble attempt to not take him as deep as she was. Her body had a mind of its' own though. Delilah cried out as she felt her walls tightening. Since he picked up his rhythm, it wouldn't be long until she came. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:12:29</strong>
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				He pushed into her dear sweet body, he knew he had wanted her and she was just so tight and felt so wet and wanton for him.&nbsp; His thrusts started to come deep and slow.&nbsp; His fingers were working her nipple and her heard her whimper for him and he pushed further into her.<br><br>He kissed her harder as he drove into her with the same hunger that seemed to grip him now.&nbsp; He was piercing her body still slowly as he moved forward with his wants and desires.&nbsp; He knew this wasn’t their last night together, but he had to make sure she knew his wants as well.<br><br>“Cause tonight is my night!&nbsp; You can have another.”&nbsp; He slammed into her deeply letting her feel all of him probe her sweet sexy body.&nbsp; “Because you want me like I do you?&nbsp; You want me to take you….often.&nbsp; This is my price I want you as my lover true enough…but I want you as my woman too…to take as I see fit….you going to tell me you don’t want me like I do you?”&nbsp; He pulled her back on to his harden thick shoving himself inside of her again slowly only to pull out.<br><br>He felt the thrusts coming fast, only to slow down as she tilted her head back for him.&nbsp; He hadn’t been with a woman so wantonly responsive before, she was just what the doctor ordered.&nbsp; He licked up her spine, he knew his thick was splitting her just wide enough and he was just deep enough not to go through her, but he had no intentions of stopping anytime soon.&nbsp; He wanted this so much last night, this was to be her punishment for making him wait so long for her sexy behind.&nbsp; But he had no problem meeting her needs….but right now…it was all about making her moan and scream so she wouldn’t simply say she wanted to be his and impaled upon him but to be his!&nbsp; His only hope was that she didn’t come and pass out.&nbsp; That would hurt or even deflate him a lot thinking he had finally found a lover that could handle him.&nbsp; He had to be careful not to go too far too fast.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 05:29:12</strong>
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				The more he fucked her, the less she was thinking. All she was thinking about was how thick his dick was inside of her. He filled her up completely, and then some. Every deep thrust into her dripping cunt made her body lurch. Delilah felt like he was going to split her in half.<br><br>"God you're too big...I...I...." and she couldn't fight it any longer. Her walls clenched around his throbbing member, making her pussy even tighter than before. She cried out in pleasure as she orgasmed. Her eyes were closed and her body felt like it was riding a wave of ecstasy. With each thrust he made into her, she felt her body continue it's orgasm. Perhaps it was several, it was hard to tell.<br><br>"I want you, I want you, I do I do I do," she whimper in one of her pleasure filled cries. Her body was his to do as he wanted, and she knew it. With her multiple orgasms, the best she had had in years, she knew that she wouldn't be able to be with another man. Even in her current state, she knew he had her. She wanted to give herself to him, wanted him to take her.<br><br>When she finally felt herself coming down from her intense orgasm, she leaned back against him, feeling his form against hers. "Take me as your woman, take me and make me cum again," she breathed to him. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Every nerve ending in her body was lust filled now though. It had been so long since she had had sex. It was hard not to just start fucking him right then and there. She couldn't. She was his and she wanted him to take her in the animalistic way she knew he wanted her in. "Make me yours," she whispered, her tone filled with the very lust that coursed through her veins. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 16:30:35</strong>
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				Julian thought this was wrong, he should give her a choice.&nbsp; He didn't want to rush her but he also knew he hadn't been with a woman that had felt this good in a long time.&nbsp; He could only imagine a woman this hot and wanton, to be with he knew his hunger for her wouldn't end for at least a decade, but by then she would have him wrapped around her finger and wouldn't be able to leave.&nbsp; She was so damned hot and sexy and the very thought of being with her regularly made him even harder as he continued to shove himself inside of her.&nbsp; He liked hearing that he fit her and more, he wanted all of her gripping him holding on to him like a dying man for water.&nbsp; <br><br>He was gripping her hips when he felt her grip and tremble around him.&nbsp; He felt his own body start to tremble but he didn't stop he just pumped inside of her more.&nbsp; Then he heard the most beautiful words he had heard in a long time...coming from her lips.&nbsp; Her whimpers let herself go into his hands, he would never betray her or cheat on her.&nbsp; She trusted him and that made him feel more manly than anything before.&nbsp; He gripped her shoulders and pulled her on to his rod that he fed to her again and again.&nbsp; He wanted her to be his more and more.&nbsp; He hoped he didn't hurt her too much, but as punishments went this was by far the best he had experienced.&nbsp; He knew she probably wouldn't make him wait too long again....or maybe she might since she liked his form of punishment.&nbsp; <br><br>He pulled her back on to him when she spoke, to take her as his, to make her his own.&nbsp; To have her as his woman, did she know what she was asking or was it simply just the sex talking.&nbsp; She knew of his insatiable need and yet here she was.&nbsp; He moved her head down to the floor gripping her ripe behind as he began to plow into her now thrusting harder as he felt his own time coming and knew he was just going to release and keep going.&nbsp; Nothing could make him stop now save for her needing a break.&nbsp; He knew he would relish every time...every chance to be with her and each time he would work as making her his own concubine.&nbsp; She would be his lady in the streets and freak in the bedroom.&nbsp; "Don't worry...I will!"&nbsp; He said smacking her behind with each additional stroke into her as he shivered with his own release just on the edge, damn she felt so good!!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 06:52:46</strong>
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				He was ramming her so hard, so fast. Her poor body could barely take it. Her womanly curves just made it that much easier for him as he gripped her here and there to shove her back down on his thick black rod. Already, she felt her own orgasm building again. The feeling was intense, perhaps more than her first set of orgasms. Never before had she felt such a build up. She certainly hadn't felt that kind of release before.<br><br>"Oh fuck," she panted softly as he pushed her down on to him. He was amazing, giving it to her as hard as she could take it. Hell, she never knew she could even take it this hard. Julian seemed all man and wanted all of her. Even in her lust filled state, she knew this. As her orgasm built and he fucked her relentlessly, she knew she had met her match. Never before had a man so viciously fucked her. With his insatiable appetite for sex, she knew she'd be satisfied.<br><br>Then he shoved her down against the carpet. The fibers brushed roughly against her face and she whimpered a bit, but loved it. His hand landed on her ass and it made her whole body jolt. "Fuck is that all you've got," she taunted in between pants. It was almost more than she could take, and yet here she was, testing him. He felt so good. Even the rub that rubbed against her cheek made the whole experience that much better. He was taking her, he was dominating her like she loved to be and had never had.<br><br>Then, her walls clenched around him once more. Delilah arched her back as best she could with her face against the floor. A deep pleasure filled moan filled the room as she came all over him again. Her eyes shut with a will of their own, and all she could focus on was the black man pounding her tight pussy, making her feel the best orgasm she had ever felt. Maybe it was how rough he was, maybe it was how he dominated her, but it was certainly thanks in part to his large cock. She knew she'd be sore tomorrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 20:25:13</strong>
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				Julian found this woman to be far interesting.&nbsp; He didn’t want to say he was in love with her, but he would lie and say that he wasn’t either.&nbsp; He was gripping her hips and pouring his thick into her, his hips driving into her with deep thrusts.&nbsp; He moans were spurning him on, he was gripping her hips with her head down and feeding her vulva his dark chocolate pole as he watched as it went in and out of her again and again.&nbsp; He found himself at home inside of her, his thick pole was being squeezed by her feeling her wet opening coating him and he began to pound her even harder.&nbsp; He knew what and who he wanted from this time forward.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a hand full of her hair he pulled her up off of the floor and almost beastily lifted her up and moved to lift her up and down his rod.&nbsp; He only hoped he didn’t scare her with his strength but he knew above all else he wanted her none had ever lifted him to this height before.<br><br><br>“Oh yeah I have plenty more where that came from.” He said the growl of lust and desire clearly in his voice.&nbsp; It was as if he hadn’t had a lover before her and with any luck there would be no other after her.&nbsp; His thrusts came harder now and he watched her ripe behind bounce off of his hips as he put her back on to the floor following his latest kiss.&nbsp; With another slap to her ripe behind he began to move faster. His thrusts came harder and harder and when she came this time, she wasn’t alone.&nbsp; He wasn’t about to&nbsp; let her go alone, not that he was going to be without her now, this was heaven as he pushed deeply into her sweet opening he shivered through the bursting of her seed within her hot core.&nbsp; She was yummy but he knew even with his release…he was just getting started.&nbsp; ‘Poor Delilah..did you know what you were getting into?’&nbsp; He thought to himself at this moment, he wasn’t going to let her come down from her high too soon for fear she might change her mind.&nbsp; He didn’t want to give up this sexy woman just yet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 04:32:14</strong>
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				Delilah let out a cry of surprise as she was yanked back up and on to his thick manhood. She didn't know that he was so strong, or wanted her so bad for that matter. Her body trembled and she almost couldn't take the amount of pleasure surging up through her pussy walls. He meant every thrust and stroke into her womanhood. <br><br>His hands felt amazing on her, roaming and holding her body to him like an animal. He was claiming her in every way that he knew how to, and god she was loving every minute of it. Before she knew it though, she was down on the floor again. Her body jolted with the latest slap to her round behind. She whimpered softly and knew he had to be close to his own climax. She could hear it in his breathing, hear it in his voice. Even as she lay on the ground she could still hear his lusty voice in her ear. God she wanted him to dominate her. No man had done what he was doing. No man had taken her so brutally, so passionately, so raw. He was satisfying her body and mind on a level she didn't know was possible. <br><br>As he finally climaxed, she shivered and closed her eyes. His load hit against her cervix and she felt it hit against her tight little walls. But he didn't seem done. No, his pace didn't seem to change much. Of course her mind was foggy with the pleasure from her own orgasm. All she could do was lay there panting, waiting for him to take his next move. Her body was still slumped over on the floor, her behind up in the air with him still inside of her. Beads of sweat had collected at the small of her back and she could feel her hair knotting up from it as well. Still, she too was just getting started. Delilah could orgasm quite a bit. Besides, she wanted to test him and wanted to drive him wild. If he would just let her go, now or later, she'd do her share of teasing until he took her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 06:21:57</strong>
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				Julian loved hearing her cried as he moved her she didn't resist she seemed to want to give him what he wanted most and from now on it would be her.&nbsp; 'Oh damn..you feel so good!'&nbsp; He thought to himself as he felt her tremble above him and he watched as she had slid up and down his pipe watching her coat him just enough to ease his entry into her, she was still just so tight.<br><br>He squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples as she ended back upon to the floor.&nbsp; The heat was building between them but there was no ease for her she was going to be his.&nbsp; His own private slut, he would treat her like a prize jewel in public, behind closed doors he would ride her like a common strumpet.&nbsp; He body would be his playground and he would drive her to the point and beyond and she would give him his every hot, erotic, pounding fantasy.&nbsp; Yes she would please him for sometime and he in turn would go no where knowing he was cared for at home.&nbsp; His hips began to slam into her sweet opening till she milked him of all of his seed.&nbsp; His thick was still hard and he was tempted to slide it into her behind, but he wasn't ready for a shower yet and he wanted her some more.&nbsp; Yet, he wanted to know what she could and would do to him given the chance....what could his sweet Delilah do to him if he were hers and she could have him how ever she wanted him now as he pulled out and rubbed over the light sheen of sweat over her back thinking he was going to enjoy making her all hot and bothered.&nbsp; "That all you got or you have some more nectar you want to feed me?"&nbsp; It was his turn to taunt her thinking she was nicely orgasmic and he didn't want to over load her on their first of many dates and sessions together.&nbsp; They would have a long weekend together so they had time right now.&nbsp; His hand rubbed slowly over her behind as he knelt between her legs right now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 07:00:25</strong>
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				Her body trembled softly as she lay there, catching her breath a bit. Slowly, she could feel his cum oozing out of her tight hole. It was either him or her that she felt dripping down her thighs. But he was resting for the moment. Despite her sex drive, it was still a nice break. Her eyes closed and she sighed happily. That had been an easy 6 orgasms. Oh she was capable of more, but he needn't worry that the fire would leave. She could take a break and let it the heat linger for quite awhile.<br><br>Finally, she eased up a bit and held herself up on her hands and knees. Slowly, she started moving her hips a bit. He was still hard within her. She had no problem grinding up against him a bit. Her hips rotated so that her ass moved up and down. He'd feel his cock essentially getting stroked by her tight pussy walls. It was slow, deliberate and she was still so tight. Even with the mix of their juices and all his pounding, her pussy managed to remain clenched around his member. "Do you like that?" She asked, moving her head so she could toss her hair back and out of her face. Despite her pleasure, it was still hot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 03:47:58</strong>
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				He watched her feeling the electricity of her body as she trembled beneath him.&nbsp; It left him feeling like he just wanted to take her again, but he would be a good lover for now.&nbsp; The fact that he could have her anytime he wanted helped with that idea/decision.&nbsp; He licked his lips looking down at her thinking of all the days he seemed to tease her and push her away it seemed only to be here with her like this.&nbsp; It was more like a dream come true as he probably thought of how often he would have loved to bend her over their desks and have his way with her....if they could stand each other.&nbsp; Truth be told they were really meant for one another and that turned him on even more, the chance to have her often.&nbsp; It didn't help her case that she was multi-orgasmic considering he wanted to watch as she had more and more.<br><br>He watched as she moved to her hands and knees thinking he would have her in this position a lot and others as well.&nbsp; He shivered now when she moved back on to him starting to move her hips with him still erect inside of her.&nbsp; For he moment he crossed his fingers behind his head and just knelt there as she backed up on to him.&nbsp; He stifled a moan barely, yes he was really going to like this woman in his bed and in his life.&nbsp; He watched her ripe behind move over his thick now that he arched up to push his shaft further within her.&nbsp; She was just so tight he knew he was going to probably wear her out....or at least try...often enough. <br><br>"Yesss baby...I like that very much...you can do that to me anytime."&nbsp; He said caressing her rear as his thumb now danced slowly over her puckered entrance as he gripped her behind, but didn't change her movements just to watch her take him for the moment...technically it was her turn and he would let her have it for the moment.&nbsp; He knew when is turn came again he would return to his previous pounding rather than her slow love making of now.&nbsp; He looked at her and had no felt such hungry want for a woman in a long time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 05:42:36</strong>
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				Delilah grinned softly. She knew he loved him. She could practically feel his body tensing behind her. Keeping up her movements for a little while longer, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed how completely he filled her up. Then, she moved her hips away from his, his thick member surely sliding out before he knew she was moving away. <br><br>Before he knew it, she would swing her leg up and around him so that she was now on her back, facing him. Delilah rested on her elbows, slowly moving back and away from his thick dripping cock. He could now see her full naked form. Her breasts were as full and soft as he might have imagined them to be. Her waist curved delicately and he could now see the drenched trimmed pussy of hers. Delilah bit her bottom lip lightly as she grinned.<br><br>Yes, she was toying with him a bit. She wanted that animal to come back out. Why else would she be moving away from such a great cock, and man. Every negative thought she had about him had dissolved with her first orgasm. They might resurface later as she doubted her first date fuck, but that was later. For now, all she wanted was more. She wanted him to ravage and use her like she had never been used. <br><br>She'd scoot away more. If he let her get even two feet away from him, she'd go to get up and make a playful run for it to some unknown room of his house. If he took her before there was any chance for her to run, she'd playfully struggle against it. She was being a tease, was baiting him, but oh how she hoped he'd take it. If any man would, he would. No one she had been with had enjoyed taking her so roughly. Could he give her more?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 20:54:04</strong>
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				He was wanting this so much more, this was so good and he felt himself harden even more as she was upon him.&nbsp; It was all he could do not to just grab her and pull her on to him deep and hard.&nbsp; It was so much of her that he wanted to have....the he felt something he never wanted to feel, but she moved away.&nbsp; He felt the coolness on his shaft as her wetness over his thick began to cool.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked at her now on her back, her neatly trimmed mound, her succulant breasts were just how he imagined and looking at her, his mouth watered thinking of how much he wanted to lick and suckle upon them knowing he might very well suck them off deeply.&nbsp; He almost glared at her as the hungry beast within him was wanting more of this woman and she was...what playing with him?&nbsp; Denying him?&nbsp; Or no longer wanted him?&nbsp; Was he not meeting her needs??<br><br>"Where the hell are you going?"&nbsp; He asked as he grabbed her leg in almost a death grip as he pulled her legs back down and towards him as he moved over her grabbing her by the back of her head and pulling her down on to the floor by her head as he kissed her and shoved himself into her fully as she was now beneath him as he drove into her harder.&nbsp; It was that he didn't know he was pleasing her as much, but he knew that he could.&nbsp; If he had only known she wanted him like that he would have just taken her, now he had something to prove and he was going to have and take her till she came for him so many times that he was all she could ever want.&nbsp; He was not going to let her go now that she had his heart!<br><br>His lips moved roughly over hers as he kissed her, his other hand gripped her arm and pulled it out from under her so she was lying completely upon the floor which caused him to go into her that much deeper as her body came down for the first time.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:22:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Delilah giggled happily as he yanked her back to him. Then, before she could even say anything, he was inside of her. Her eyes closed and she let out a soft cry of pleasure and pain. Her pussy had gotten very tight since she had pulled away from him. He was pushed deep inside of her none the less. All she could do was writhe softly against him as his lips pressed into hers. He was so big and pressed against her like he was, she couldn't fight how turned on it all made her. <br><br>Still, she kissed him back. Her tongue met his and her lips remained pressed to his. She couldn't pull away if she wanted to. Then, he scooped her arms out from under her and she was flat on her back. He pushed further into her and all she could do was cry out a bit in their kiss. It was muffled, but a cry out none the less. He had her. He had her right where he wanted her. Her form wiggled against him once again as she lay there pinned to him. He was pleasing her so deeply. All she could do was whimper and moan into his lips. <br><br>He was pressed against her so much. She could feel his muscles pressing against her full breasts. His thick cock was hitting her cervix as he thrusted up inside of her. She started getting tighter and tighter. He made her want to orgasm already. How she loved the control he was asserting over her. She was his, and knew it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 16:18:09</strong>
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				He heard her giggle and wondered briefly if she wanted this anyway.&nbsp; A part of him simply wanted to dominate her having her do whatever the hell he wanted her to in the bedroom, not full slave mind you he was sure she had some ideas of her own she wanted to try.&nbsp; And a few he wanted her to try, but mostly he wanted her all to himself, moaning and screaming often...in and out of the bedroom.&nbsp; Damnit she felt so good sometimes even he wasn't sure he could wait to get her home...or her place.&nbsp; He was glad the shock on his SUV were good and they could work it out some too.&nbsp; At this moment though he was a bit focused on making her his, her every desire would be of him even in her dreams he would be pounding her till she woke up wanting him so much.&nbsp; Even she might not wait for him to wake up to have her again, she would simply take him.&nbsp; He wouldn't mind that either, he wondered why it took him so long to see that he didn't really dislike her so much as desired her.&nbsp; They were apparently finally together long enough to see that they had the wrong impression of the other.&nbsp; He was going to have to make it a point to have her get some clothes...he couldn't promise on the condition of her clothes sometimes as he was pretty sure he would be ravishing her often....like now. <br><br>As he drove into her harder, he felt his thick thumping against her cervix trying to enter almost as he heard and felt her cry out.&nbsp; He was heedless of this as it was what he wanted...also what she wanted apparently as he thrust into her deep and hard.&nbsp; He felt her ripe breasts mashed between them, her nipples etching into his chest normally he would have stimulated them with his tongue letting the electricity within him raise them to a deep point tip yearning to be sucked.&nbsp; But he hadn't had the chance to fondle them with his mouth, he simply was on top of her thrusting and grinding against her clit as he wanted to feel her soak him with her wetness again.&nbsp; She was still so tight which didn't both him at all he wanted to be inside of her even more, as she gripped him with her muscles he pumped into her as he pulled her to him wrapping her legs around him as he drove deeper within her.&nbsp; His hips moving into her working her beneath him yearning to make this goregous woman his, so much to maybe forgive him for being such a prick to her before.&nbsp; He gripped her hands and pulled them above her head not letting her go nor did he stop kissing her as he was attacking both of her lips now one probe was simply softer than the other.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 06:58:14</strong>
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				His kiss was fiery and hot. She could feel his saliva all around her mouth, but she didn't care. She moved her mouth greedily against his, her tongue searching for his own. It was more passionate than she had ever had and more powerful than she had thought she would get. <br><br>His pulsing member inside of her made her shiver. Each deep thrust into her womanhood was another reminder of how thick and long he was. She could feel him hitting against her cervix and she wanted to cry out. There was no way her scream would escape his lips though. Even so, she whimpered in their kiss. He was pleasing and hurting her all at the same time some how. <br><br>His grinding was making her clit ache. She could feel his movements stimulating it. Delilah could feel it getting more and more engorged with blood. Her walls were tightening with it. Her orgasm was building and with each powerful thrust into her, she was that much closer. Then, almost before she knew it, she was there. Her back arched as much as it could with him pressed down against her, and she moved away from his kiss long enough to let out a deep pleasure filled cry. Her juices flowed over his member and down her ass cheeks. Her poor abused pussy walls pulsed around his cock, seeming to want to milk him again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:21:26</strong>
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				He knew this was wrong but felt so right.&nbsp; She surely didn't know what she was getting into with him, yet here she was.&nbsp; He felt her kiss him with more passion than he deserved and more want that even he knew she could muster for him.&nbsp; This was real and he couldn't help the desire she invoked within him.&nbsp; He was sure she didn't know what he could do and how much he needed a woman that could not only take him but relieve him as well.&nbsp; Each kiss warmed his heart more, while each thrust made him ache to take her again and again.&nbsp; <br><br>He was pumping into her feeling his own release close and he was sure she was going to feel him even more this time.&nbsp; His thick vibrating within her slightly, he wondered briefly if she had a vibrator then smirked at the thought of her not needing one of those again.&nbsp; He was not sure if he was hurting her, he knew only that he wanted her as he plunged into her hot core his desire for nothing more than her complete pleasure.<br><br>He was moving over her feeling her arms hold him tight even as he felt her tighten around him and he felt what he longed to feel for sometime, he was at home inside of her, within her folds he had found his place.&nbsp; He pumped within her more as he felt her release upon him, her orgasm caused her back to arch letting him pierce even deeper inside of her, even then he felt her womb clench around him as if milking him.&nbsp; With an evil grin he slammed harder inside of her intending to give her something to milk as he burst within her kissing over her neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had he fallen in love with her so quickly??&nbsp; He knew he didn't want any other lover right now having found one so passionate and giving and could take him like this...yeah she was definitely a keeper!!<br><br>"MMMmm&nbsp; yesssss baby."&nbsp; He moaned pulling back on her head as he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear as she was beneath him still slowly driving into her till she drained him off all of his seed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 04:24:37</strong>
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				Her movements slowed as her orgasm slowed. For a few seconds after, she could still feel his seed spurting inside of her. Her eyes closed and she just shivered as he filled her up more and more. Finally, her body relaxed and she just lay there panting softly.<br><br>She was sated, physically and emotionally for the time being. All she could think about though was how they had gotten to this point. It all seemed like a blur, starting with him taking them away from dinner. At that thought she felt it, her hunger. Shifting a bit beneath him, trying to ignore the sensual kisses he was making on her neck and ear. <br><br>"I'd like to have some food food now Julian," she commented softly. Her breath was hot and sensual still, though she was serious enough. She had worked up an appetite and was sure he had as well. Hell, she hadn't eaten since lunch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:06:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down at her, a part of her wanting to slide his thick back deeply inside of her.&nbsp; The other part of him, was very hungry and not just for her but for food.&nbsp; He could have probably drained some electricity off to power himself and make at least his physical hunger go away.&nbsp; But that would leave her with being hungry and the last thing he wanted was to starve his lover.&nbsp; 'Woman dies making love for five days with no food....news at 10.'&nbsp; He thought pulling from her as he took one last lick over her ripened nipple.&nbsp; <br><br>"As you wish my sweet."&nbsp; He stood and lifted her up from off of the floor.&nbsp; "The bathroom is over there, down the hall.&nbsp; The bedroom is at the top of the stairs on the left, there is a bathroom up there as well you can use my robe if you wish."&nbsp; He caressed her cheek thinking of how beautiful she was to him, even before she worked his damned rocks off.&nbsp; Yeah she was devine and he had a new mission in life now, to make her moan and scream as much as possible.&nbsp; "So what would you like to eat?" He asked not knowing if she was reading his mind.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 03:36:09</strong>
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				Delilah was a bit self conscious now that their love making had ended for the time. Her body was relatively sated, but her mind was still reeling. Everything had happened so fast and now here she was, practically in some long term committed relationship with a man she hardly knew. One thing was true though, he made love like an animal. <br><br>"Oh, um whatever you want to cook, I'm not picky," she said softly after he had picked her up from the floor. Her face nuzzled into his hand a bit, almost instinctively. Then, she pulled away, trying to tell herself that affection would just lead to more sex. As much as she wanted it, she wasn't ready for more right now.<br><br>Delilah made her way to where he said the bathroom was in his bedroom. He had offered her his robe and she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of dressing up in something that was his. Every time he wore it he would have to think of her. Yeah, she was marking territory a bit. Could you blame her?<br><br>When she got to the bathroom, the only thing she felt would make her cleaner was a shower. While more of a rinse off, she made it quick none the less. The last thing she wanted as her stomach growled and protested, was for him to come upstairs and sex her in the shower. It would be great, but she'd still be starving. When she came downstairs, her hair was as disheveled as before, but now her body was damp, pink from the heat, and cloaked in his robe. "So what did you decide on?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 21:36:07</strong>
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				He marveled at her affection, he would have thought that a woman that couldn't stand him a week ago had now committed to be his whenever he wanted.&nbsp; Poor thing she didn't know what she had gotten herself into.&nbsp; He could only dream of having a woman that would want him as much and as often as he wanted her, it didn't help her case that she was beautiful and sexy.&nbsp; Not that she didn't mind him being rough with her, that and the way she felt when she came all over his thick rod was dreamy to say the least. <br><br>&nbsp;'Yeah....'&nbsp; &nbsp;He thought to himself as she walked upstairs, he watched her body sway feeling himself harden as she disappeared out of sight.&nbsp; It would take but a moment to race up the stairs and catch her on the stair case and take her right there, or slam her against the shower wall and have her impaled upon him once again in the hot steamy shower.&nbsp; Oh the many ways to make her his.&nbsp; Well there was that, the pool or the hot tub.&nbsp; <br><br>No he would give her a break, as he moved about the kitchen at hyperspeed making them something to eat, since his new lover liked meat as much as he did.&nbsp; He made them some fillet steaks, broccoli and fries.&nbsp; He learned to cook from his mother and he had mastered the microwave combined with his own abilities that might have made him a chef under different circumstances.&nbsp; He hoped he didn't make the food too spicy for her.&nbsp; He did have a heavy hand when it came to spices come times, he liked his food like he liked his woman....hot!<br><br>"Steak."&nbsp; He said wearing only his underware now with his pants open.&nbsp; He would have to try to curb some of his angst for her or she wouldn't sleep to often around him.&nbsp; She would run home just to get away from him.&nbsp; He smirked to himself thinking she wouldn't spend the night with him too often for fear of being ravished at every turn.&nbsp; He served the food to her.&nbsp; "You want something to drink?&nbsp; I have Juice, beer, wine and Kool-aid."&nbsp; Even like she was she was lovely and it did nothing to calm his hunger for her.&nbsp; Apparently since they were an item now she would very well have to get used to his hungers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 06:29:09</strong>
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				"Oh, steak sounds good," she commented lightly as she wrapped the robe around her naked body a bit more. She took a seat on the couch as she watched him cook and rush about in the kitchen. He was dressed a bit at least. It was a good sign that for the time being, he wouldn't come after her. She could go for more, that much was sure, but the problem was her body had basic needs she need not forget. <br><br>"Oh well just some water is fine. I need to stay hydrated right?" Her question was a bit playful and she asked it softly with a raised eyebrow. She knew that he wanted her more. She could see the hungry look in his eyes. Every part of her knew that tonight was going to be a long night. She wanted him too though. Somehow, he had turned from her most hated collegue to her lover. How was it that this had snuck up on her? More so, how was it that she didn't mind it at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:04:43</strong>
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				He still didn't believe she hated tofu.&nbsp; The fact that she liked meat as much as he did apparently still blew a hole in his theory about her.&nbsp; That and she was here with him and had just tried to bang his brains out was the other hole in his theory.&nbsp; She was still here in his robe sitting on his couch almost waiting to satisfy her hunger for food so he could satisfy his hunger for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wondered briefly what it would be like to order her to suck him while he cooked?&nbsp; He would have to try that later when he was making a much longer meal, he smirked to himself with the thought of her sucking him while he stirred a marinara sauce.&nbsp; He shook his head still wondering if she really knew what she was getting into with him.&nbsp; He knew he had a woman hunger that was probably unmatched and he was just aching for a woman to drop that on!&nbsp; He wouldn't cheat on her so in response she would be his every fantasy!<br><br>"It would probably be in your best interest to stay...Rather hydrated!"&nbsp; He responded in turn wonder for a bit if she was insinuating what he was thinking and with her raised eyebrow apparently she was.&nbsp; He couldn't think of any other woman he wanted in his home or in his life other than her and if nothing else that scared the bejezeus out of him as he didn't know he could despite a woman so much as he loved her the next.&nbsp; She got on his nerves so badly the day before, tonight he wanted her so much he was willing to drink her bath water.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 06:42:07</strong>
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				Delilah smiled softly over at him. He was so handsome, so fun to play around with. Why had she never seen this side of him before? He had always seemed so immature and silly to her and now, now he was a man fully capable of satisfying her every desire. Still, she wanted to talk to him about that. What were his fantasies? He'd have to know just how kinky she was and wanted to be. Pleasantly though, she figured he would be far different than every other man she had been with. Surely he would be down for any of her fantasies. He didn't seem the wimpy type.<br><br>"So will we have dinner soon or should I go take a nap?" She asked with a soft chuckle as she got up to go to the kitchen. Her hips swayed with each step and she knew just what she was doing. He wanted her still, she could see it in his eyes. As hungry as she was, she wanted him too. More so, she loved to be a tease and wanted to see just how he would take it. No man had ever responded like she enjoyed. No man had ever reacted to her teasing the way she wanted them to. Maybe he would be different. <br><br>Delilah moved to rest her back side against his counter as she faced him. A hand reached out to touch his chest. A single finger moved along his flesh, her nail just lightly brushing against his skin. "You have to hurry up and feed me remember?" She asked softly, eyes locking with his. "I know you can't wait to take me again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 13:33:28</strong>
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				He desired her more than anyone he had ever been with.&nbsp; She wasn't in his mind, but still she had to know how much and how often he wanted her.&nbsp; He ached to have her anywhere and everywhere, the floor, the shower, the wall, the ceiling.&nbsp; In the car, on top of the car, everywhere.&nbsp; But would she get used to that?&nbsp; He wondered how much his new lover could handle, with his own recooperative abilities he could go for quite a while but she seemed more than capable of handling even his libido and he briefly wondered why she was single.&nbsp; Had he but know she wouldn't have lasted a day at the office before he would have been on her and brought her home....if they would have even made it home, before she would have been impaled upon his rod.<br><br>"Dinner is ready, eat up...you are going to need your energy!"&nbsp; He taunted as she teased him, her desire to eat the only thing saving her sexy behind from being taken right there on the stool.&nbsp; He could already see her pressed against the counter, the robe thrown open as he suckled upon her large breasts again, as he pulled her on to his rod, driving hard inside of her as he gripped her rear plunging deeply within her.<br><br>He looked down at her lustful desire in his eyes.&nbsp; "Oh I am going to feed you alright!"&nbsp; He said thinking of her lips wrapped around him as she tried to take him all down and his fingers running through her mane.&nbsp; He mentally saw his hips pumping into her mouth just before he felt the rush of his seed down her throat, even as his tongue dove back between her sweet lips as they quivered around his vibrating tongue once more.<br><br>He served up her place and put it on the counter next to her.&nbsp; "It is time to eat up."&nbsp; He said fighting back his own blush as she told him she couldn't wait to be taken by him again, it made him want her even more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 04:24:12</strong>
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				Delilah rolled her eyes lightly. He was hopeless. Already he was acting like they were a couple. It's not that she didn't want that, but it was so soon. Still, she craved more and more of his thick shaft buried deep inside of her. Even as she ate, she could feel his lusty gaze drifting over her and making her want to see more of what he could do. <br><br>As she finished up the food on her plate, faster than she would have guessed, there was a buzzing noise. It took her a moment to realize that it was her phone she had tucked away in her purse. As she fumbled for it in the abyss of stuff she carried, his phone rang. <br><br>When she looked at the id, she knew it couldn't be good. It was work. Delilah picked up with a soft hello. One of their missing girls had been found, dead, on the shores of a small lake. Delilah nodded and hung up, putting her phone back into her purse. A soft sigh escaped her lips. No more loving for the time being, business was calling. She'd glance over to Julian and bite her bottom lip. "We gotta go and I need to change. No way I'm going to work in my evening gown," she commented lightly as she made her way to the pile of her clothes he had left.<br><br>She knew he'd be pissed, hell, she was too. The thing was to not show it. She couldn't let him know how needy she was, how desiring of his body she was. No, she needed to be a bit of a tease, play a little hard to get. She slipped off his robe and tossed it aside so she could slip on her dress. "Meet you there I assume?" She asked softly, looking up at him to meet his gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 05:16:05</strong>
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				"You want me to drop you off?"&nbsp; He said rather pissed at being called away from his delicious morsel he was so wanting to make her scream late into the night.&nbsp; He was missing her already being impaled upon him working out that lovely body of her and making her long for him even more.&nbsp; But it would have to wait...duty called.&nbsp; He couldn't help how badly he wanted her, but he wanted to solve this case even more since it was only going to keep them apart longer the more he thought about.&nbsp; But as the call came his own heart sank and he wondered was his loving of her keeping him from functioning?&nbsp; 'No!'&nbsp; He couldn't have planned for one of them to show up dead.&nbsp; They had to figure out why, now it was not making since with the harem idea as one of the three women were now dead.&nbsp; If he wanted a collection, he wouldn't kill one off unless she had done something.<br><br>He dressed he could shower later.&nbsp; But his dress clothes were definitely not going to work.&nbsp; He looked at her and saw she was trying to tease him or she wouldn't be getting dressed naked.&nbsp; "Guess I will have to simply get you undressed again later."&nbsp; He taunted as he put on his shoes and went to get his jacket.&nbsp; He had a spare change of clothes in the car, but he didn't foresee himself running anywhere any time soon.&nbsp; He put a couple of batteries in his pocket and waited for her at the door.&nbsp; "Need for me to zip you up?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 08:29:10</strong>
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				"Yes please," she said softly, lifting her hair so he could more easily zip up her dress. She wasn't trying to tease him per se, it just looked that way. While she still yearned for more sex, business was business and they had to do what they had to do. She was also quite anxious at finding their man. After he had attacked her, she wanted to catch him more so.<br><br>"And just drop me off at my place please, since I didn't drive over here after all. I'll go and change then meet you at the crime scene. Probably be better that way with the two of us not showing up at the same time." She chuckled softly. As much as this liason was turning into something amazing, she still didn't want anyone knowing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 05:25:01</strong>
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				He moved closer to her and fought against gripping her breasts as he pulled her back into a kiss of her neck as he zipped her up.&nbsp; "I guess you will have to make it up to me for us being disturbed later."&nbsp; He said teasing as he couldn't wait to feel her impaled upon him again.&nbsp; But they had work to do.&nbsp; He moved to dress and lock up as he moved to get them ready to go.<br><br>"I can do that.&nbsp; And it is fine, don't want any issues to come up with us being together now."&nbsp; He said as he moved towards the door hoping they captured this guy as he was pretty sure he was dangerous now and he needed to deal with this so they could have more time alone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 04:20:48</strong>
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				The touch of his lips at her neck made her shiver. How she didn't want to be leaving the comfort of his thick chocolate pole. Still, there were things to be done. She pulled away as he zipped up her dress and looked towards the door. Together hm? She thought to herself. It was a weird concept. He hadn't asked her to be his girlfriend and by no means did she assume to be, yet here he was labeling them as an item. She'd have to talk to him about that later. For now, she needed to get home and changed. <br><br>"Alright, let's go," she said softly, adjusting her breasts within her dress. She walked out with him to his car, still not saying anything. Her mind was reeling, thinking about their now killer. What had made him kill one of his girls? Maybe she found out something or tried to get away. Either way, she hoped it wasn't one of the recent girls. They had just talked with families and it would be tough to deliver that bad news. Still, someone would have to get bad news. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 21:33:12</strong>
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				He wondered now about them.&nbsp; Was it wrong he wanted to forget work and toss her on his bed and wear her out till dawn.&nbsp; Would he be wrong for demanding that?&nbsp; Just taking liberties with her, it wasn't far from his hunger he had for her to make her into his love slave to which she didn't have a problem with wanting to obey that request.&nbsp; To wake him up every morning sucking on him and put him to sleep riding him every night.&nbsp; To which she agreed, they would have to find other things to please her during the day.&nbsp; But in the mean time they only had to keep their office tension different from their night time romance.&nbsp; It was going to be easy for him, he wouldn't prank her anymore.&nbsp; But his torture of her would be much more...different.&nbsp; He knew he would allow her in show her all of the ways he could and would please her later, all of the places he could make her scream when they weren't working even at some point make it official but in the mean time he would be fine with just being her lover.&nbsp; He shivered at the thought, it had been so long since he had had one of those.&nbsp; Especially one that could handle him as rough as he was without complaint, even his endurance she didn't baulk at, she just took him all in stride that made him hunger for her even more.<br><br>He swatted her behind as he fought against helping her adjust her full breasts.&nbsp; He wondered even now how he got so lucky to be with her and he was glad to have pushed he buttons enough to have them in this situation.&nbsp; But it was time for work, he knew well enough on breaks and when the case was over the would not only have time but make time to explore all of her kinky little desires that he would strive to meet.<br><br>He drove her to her place, not looking at her for fear of pulling off to the side of the road.&nbsp; "So are we friends with benefits, lovers or should I get you a ring?"&nbsp; He said not knowing what to call them but knowing for sure he wanted her in his life for more than the night.&nbsp; They would have to work out the day issue but definitely their nights were taken care of as he took her to her place.<br><br><br>He wondered briefly what he had missed in their investigation, why was this woman now dead.&nbsp; He seemed more like a man creating his own superpowered harem, only his attack on Delilah told him anything different and it was because they were close and had gotten in his way.&nbsp; He knew the idea of his power and thought of getting something to block it out.&nbsp; But he wasn't sure if it was mental or chemical yet.&nbsp; He would have to be careful and faster to take him down now.&nbsp; Apparently the man's abilities only worked more on females though, that was his current saving grace.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 04:29:47</strong>
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				Delilah smiled as he pulled up to her house. She had managed to keep her eyes on the road, thinking about the case and him. It was easier that she not look at him. Looking at him would only bring about thoughts regarding their complicated and wonderful new situation. Then he asked what she figured should have been asked awhile ago, what were they. Indeed, what were they? She opened her door and turned to look at him. A small strand of hair fell into her face as she smiled. "Let's just go with we're dating for now. You can buy me jewelry later." <br><br>A soft smirk played across her lips as she quickly got out of his car. The last thing she wanted was him grabbing at her and causing them to be later to the crime scene than they already would be. No she needed to hurry up and get ready. Delilah dashed up her driveway and inside where she stripped her fancy dress and put on her usual pair of dark denim jeans and button up top. Her hair was quickly piled atop her head in a relatively neat bun and then she was off. <br><br>By the time she got to the crime scene, Julian would already be there. That was the plan of course. No one would guess they had just been fucking like animals if they didn't show up at even remotely the same time. The scene was quite simple, but it had a weird feel to it. The body had been found at the outskirts of a field. A road was nearby, but not terribly close. He would have still had to drag the body a ways to dump it. The young womans body was one of the females in the file, but not one whose family they had visited recently. That was helpful of course because it meant he wasn't killing her because the cops were on to him or anything. <br><br>Delilah made her way over to the body and looked it over carefully. She'd glance up for a moment to see if Julian was nearby before she started talking. "Dried dirt on her knees and feet. It's not from here since there is no sign of any mud. It's probably from where she was being held. There doesn't seem to be any marks around her wrists and I can't tell if there are on her ankles because of the dirt. It doesn't seem to be a calculated dump though." Delilah looked back to Julian for his take. In truth, the body that lay before them seemed in a quite uncomfortable position. She was more or less on her side, laying on one arm but her legs were splayed a bit. It seemed as if she had just been tossed, though she was fully dressed. <br><br>She glanced in the case file quickly before commenting, "this woman seems to have been an empath, able to control and decipher peoples emotions. That's a bit different than most of the other girls. This ability is very mental. Things like controlling an element or energy for that matter seem to come from the core. Her ability, as well as mine and things like the ability to create delusions, they are all solely in the mind. I wonder why he picked her since she's so different and more so, why she's now here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 06:20:43</strong>
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				Julian smirked thinking he wanted them to be more.&nbsp; Despite the fact that they didn't really like each other about a week ago.&nbsp; If anything if they kept going, the would definitely have something to tell their children.&nbsp; How he won her over and they were not only still together, but happily so.&nbsp; He knew they could keep this underwraps mostly, before someone found out.&nbsp; He was good with them dating, he would date her anytime, anywhere.&nbsp; Her thoughts of buying her jewelry didn't bother him as much as she thought it might have.&nbsp; He was more than satisfied with having her, often enough she would either call in or walk funny somedays.&nbsp; He looked at her as she was just so sexy, he so wanted to blur over there, push her into her place and ravish her within an inch of her life...again.&nbsp; But duty called and that was her saving grace this time, maybe next time there would be now excuses for her.<br><br>He watched her ripe behind go inside and wondered....only to shake that thought off.&nbsp; He would find out later as well as any other kinky little fantasies she might have that he could fulfill.&nbsp; He drove there as he assessed the scene, he looked the place over.&nbsp; He didn't want to use his powers but he focused on the ion exhausted of the cars in the area, too many cars had come and gone including his own.&nbsp; He ran to the road then walked back within a few feet of the body to try to recreate what put her here.&nbsp; She was definitely tossed, double handed throwing out the garbage type toss not over head getting rid of evidence.&nbsp; There was nothing out of the ordinary, he put on gloves and checked her nails.&nbsp; He was thinking, why was she tossed out?&nbsp; 'What would make me just toss a woman away?&nbsp; Piss me off, get on my nerves, no longer useful.&nbsp; She was a woman so she was useful, but he had two more?&nbsp; So that was an option, if she found a way out from under his spell and began to make trouble or worse tried to undermine his authority and bring the others in.&nbsp; She would have to be made an example.&nbsp; He looked down at her she was tossed away with no regard.&nbsp; He was going with the last theory, if he remembered right she was an empath.&nbsp; He would have kept her if he would have needed her.&nbsp; Julian would have kept her, cause she would have been able to help him find those that would be easiest to break or pull under his sway.&nbsp; That meant she had done something, crossed the line that he couldn't over look.&nbsp; She had broken is spell!&nbsp; He couldn't or wouldn't take the chance of her doing it again or helping the others.<br><br>"It was calculated.&nbsp; I mean the place may not have been calculated, but he meant to get rid of her and prove a point to the others."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "Glad you could make it!"&nbsp; He said still playing the pain in the behind.&nbsp; "He was done with her, what was her ability again?"&nbsp; Trying to make sure his theory was going in the right direction.&nbsp; He was right when she said empath.&nbsp; 'Why was she no longer useful?&nbsp; He had found another way....or had simply kidnapped another with different or better abilities.'&nbsp; He thought to himself.&nbsp; He didn't care if she scanned his thoughts right now, it would let their communication be faster, more in sync.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked around wondering about foot prints.&nbsp; He couldn't decipher time of death.&nbsp; They had run into him earlier today, if she was here now and they could determine how long she had been dead.&nbsp; Maybe they could triangulate how far he lived from here, then get a direction or two.&nbsp; If he killed this one, the other two were even more in danger.<br><br>"Cause she did what most women do.&nbsp; Probably got on his last nerve.&nbsp; What I would like to know is why the empath and not one of the others.&nbsp; I would think a mentalist would be much more useful."&nbsp; He said looking at her trying not to think about her squatting before him like she was now.&nbsp; He breathed focusing on dealing with the case, there would be time for that later.&nbsp; Even more time to see how loud she could scream before she became hoarse.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 08:14:34</strong>
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				"Well of course a mentalist is more useful. What a stupid question," she commented softly. It was hard getting back into her sarcastic persona with him. She didn't want to have that hate relationship with him, but she couldn't let on to anyone watching that she didn't hate him anymore. Still, she was a bit sarcastic by nature. <br><br>"I think she figured out what he was doing. He might have been able to affect what she picked up on for awhile, but really, if she was any good she would have been able to pick up on his true intentions and feelings at some point. Maybe she did that and he found out. There's no use having a woman for whatever he wanted if she's no longer under your spell." She paused, thinking back to her own run in with his abilities. She had fought it, but mainly because she had known to be ready for something. Still, it had been powerful enough to catch her off guard. She knew her face was still swollen from where he hit her. "It would have just made things a lot more difficult." She left it at that. <br><br>She stood up from the body and sighed softly. "We'll have the medical examiner take a closer look to get cause of death and any dna on the woman. If we're lucky, we'll get something. Meanwhile," she looked to a forensic person, "I want you guys to run the details on that dirt. There has to be something to it." Her eyes flicked back to Julian. Even as professional and sexy as he looked, she was bothered by this case. "I just don't get why he'd kidnap all these women. Maybe he has some plot in mind or something."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 16:17:02</strong>
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				He had gotten used to her sarcasm, hell it would be different without.&nbsp; Maybe later he would make her pay, by losing her voice with him in the shower.&nbsp; He began feeling heated thinking about washing over that hot naked body.&nbsp; But his focus was more on.....if she was so useful....&nbsp; 'She wasn't!&nbsp; She wasn't useful anymore....she was a headache.&nbsp; She was not under his sway....she was now a liablity!&nbsp; This was calculated.&nbsp; The women were not random, they were picked!&nbsp; This clown was up to something deeper.<br><br>"The three women....what were they again?"&nbsp; He asked he probably could remember if he was focusing harder, but the area the place had him distracted.&nbsp; Then there was the house, then there was the idea of this clown smacking his woman.&nbsp; Yeah he owed him a case of whupp for that too.<br><br>He came back from his thoughts when she mentioned the dirt.&nbsp; "I want an area analysis on the soil as well."&nbsp; It wasn't from their and if it was unique enough it would narrow down the area too.<br><br>"Well yeah but by tossing one mentalist he would have to replace her....unless mentalists were too much of a pain in the behind!"&nbsp; He said looking at her, actually with his speed he was looking her over.&nbsp; No one but him was the wiser.&nbsp; She was so damned sexy!&nbsp; He had thought that even before they had gotten together.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 07:34:05</strong>
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				"You just wish you knew what kind of pain in the behind mentalists could be. Too bad that explanation would be far above your reading level," she commented quickly before looking back in the folder. "And the one missing woman has telekinesis and the other can control fire." She paused for a moment and looked over the photo of their assumed suspect that they had gotten from the mall security cameras. He still didn't look any more menacing than he had the other day. "They all had pretty powerful abilities. I don't understand. Why take the chance of abducting women who could potentially kill you?" She looked up at him with her soft blue eyes. <br><br>This whole thing was perplexing. He had only taken a few women, all with great powers and was presumably keeping them alive until now. He could control pheromones, this much she assumed anyways from her encounter with him. It was hard to believe though that these women could be so susceptible to his ability that they didn't fight at all. That was, unless he was that good. Then a shocking thought hit her. What if he was that good and what he had hit her with earlier was just a taste? Even that small of a lust pheromone had made her let her guard down long enough for him to strike her. What would a full dose do?<br><br>It worried her. She wasn't used to dealing with criminals that she couldn't foil or that she couldn't get inside their heads. This was the first one that had managed a bit of a wall, much like she had for her own mind. It was hard to get a read on him when he was near and probably in general. He was good. An older man, he had probably had a lot of training or time to do said training. There was no way he could have just been off the map. "Hey can you finish up here? This pain in the butt needs to do some research." Her lips pursed together, perhaps the only indicator of any worry she had about the whole thing.<br><br>With so many people still around, she figured he wouldn't grab her or make any cute comment. She'd leave him with whatever questions or analyses that he wanted done with the crime scene. She needed to do some investigating of her own. Delilah rushed home and went straight to her computer, not even changing out of her jeans and button up top. It was almost midnight, but this was normal. She stayed up late working on cases. Somehow, she always took it a bit to heart when she couldn't figure one out. Still, she also used it as an excuse for why she was single. Now, well now she wasn't exactly single. She didn't need to be working on the case as an excuse. It just meant that it was that serious. All her mind was thinking about was finding out where this guy could have emerged from. There had to be something. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 22:52:29</strong>
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				"Maybe I will find out!"&nbsp; He said knowing others weren't close enough to them to hear them and he was looking forward to spending more time with her.&nbsp; He thought instantly of bigger focuses.&nbsp; Bank robbery, not extortion, assassins.....!!&nbsp; He would have them under his control to make money off of them.&nbsp; If they got caught that would be oblivious to it all but since they were the one doing it, they would go to jail he would get off scott free!!<br><br>"The means out way the cost.&nbsp; If I had the ability I would take the chance.&nbsp; The bigger the risk the bigger the return!"&nbsp; He said thinking that had to be it, there was no other reason to kidnap them.&nbsp; With one of the women being thrown out here like she was sex was not the issue.&nbsp; He wondered about the pheremones and thought that maybe, it would be best that they were more prepared for their prey this time.&nbsp; He knew a bit of chemistry and thought that a filter for her would be best.&nbsp; Hell he liked women too much to succumb to pheremones, generally the did work on the opposite sex.&nbsp; But it didn't hurt to be prepared.&nbsp; He had an idea that would help Delilah out next time they came in contact with him.&nbsp; As long as they knew before hand.<br>"Yeah just leave me to clean up."&nbsp; He said in comment to her leaving.&nbsp; Not that he would be able to give her a kiss goodbye with the crowd around them but he would see her later.&nbsp; He had something to workout at home and even here as he knew with the area that most of the time.&nbsp; He dumped her here cause he knew the area and he was getting cocky more or less because he had attacked her and almost taken her out.&nbsp; He still hadn't forgiven the man for that little escapade, even before she was his lover, she was his partner and that was enough to bring the rain.<br>He watched her leave and began to simply walk the trail.&nbsp; His mind was running a hundred miles a minute as he played the scenario over again in his mind.&nbsp; She was away from the rode the man didn't display super strength or anything so he had to physically dump her here then take off.&nbsp; But he was bold enough to leave her here knowing she would be found.&nbsp; He began to look around.....that mean he had to be close to there...no more than 30 miles in a given direction.&nbsp; Some place where they could be and screaming not be heard.<br>He did a quick sweep and was back to the car.&nbsp; He drove to a store he knew was open to get the chemicals he needed.&nbsp; He knew the supplies to make nasal filter.&nbsp; And was going to make one to fit her, then they could work on a way to make it so that they could get to the other through him.&nbsp; Delilah could get the location of the girls from his mind and he could rip him a new one.&nbsp; Which would work for him?&nbsp; He would want to kill him and thought against it...for now.&nbsp; He would work on the nasal filtering substance most of the night then see about making it to fit her so it would be invisible in her nose.&nbsp; It would provide at least some form of protection.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 07:07:57</strong>
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				Delilah stared sleepily at her computer screen as she scrolled through yet another internet article the provided her with little information. With a yawn, she clicked over to another window where she was running his presumed qualities through a database. She just hoped she had the clearance to get information on him if there was any. <br><br>Almost as if on cue, it dinged and she looked at the result. There was a picture of their perpetrator, though he was much younger. He had been incarcerated when he was an adolescent for harassment of a teacher. Charges were dropped because the teacher decided not to press any charges. Delilah assumed that he had something to do with that. This was probably around the time he started developing his powers. There was only one other run in with the law where he and a group of other minors had vandalized a house. There was no proof he had actually been there, so they let him go and charged his friends parents with the fines. <br><br>Delilah pursed her lips and shook her head a bit. There was nothing else she was going to get for the night. It had already been late when they had gotten called to the crime scene and now it was even later. She pushed her chair away from her desk and stripped off her pants and shirt as she made her way to her bedroom. Her mind briefly went back to Julian. She wondered if she should expect him to come crawling in bed with her tonight. Seeing as it was already late, she didn't hold her breath. This was the beginning of the weekend. He could have plenty of other opportunities. She crawled in bed with a slight smile and soon fell asleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 08:47:34</strong>
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				Julian was arms deep in to his filter project, he wondered what it would feel like to have Delilah's lips wrapped around him right now?&nbsp; Or better yet her legs as she was mounted upon him.&nbsp; Kissing those sweet juicy lips of hers, while those ripe full breasts were pressed against his chest.&nbsp; He shook off the thought wondering briefly if he could call her and run by to visit.&nbsp; Not like anyone would know but him, considering he could run across the city and back.&nbsp; Maybe punish her a bit for not putting him to sleep like he told her.&nbsp; He couldn't put that kind of pressure on her...considering she wasn't with him tonight.&nbsp; Hmmm, yeah he would let her sleep.&nbsp; Tomorrow all bets were off as he tested the filters against various scents only to smell nothing which was what he wanted.&nbsp; Maybe this time when they ran into their perp, Delilah would whupp his @$$ or put a bullet in him.&nbsp; He still didn't believe that sexy woman was all his, not that he normally had a problem finding women.&nbsp; But one that sexy that could keep up with him...rather than bringing two or three home.&nbsp; Yeah she was more than worth his time.....hell it would be nice to finally have a girlfriend.&nbsp; Shucks maybe more if she could hang long enough, she was definitely a keeper.&nbsp; One he could take home to mother, if she was still alive.&nbsp; His grandmother maybe???&nbsp; Hmmm she might freak if he brought home a white girl.&nbsp; He would hold off on that one.<br><br>He cleaned up his chemicals as he put away a few sets of his nasal filters, then showered his body was hard, hot and bothered as he thought about her.&nbsp; Maybe he should wake her up for breakfast, heaven knows he knew exactly what would fit through the donut hole as he ate some off of her and sucked on those ripe nipples in the process.&nbsp; He wanted her oh so badly right now.&nbsp; He turned the water to cold and it just barely helped to cool him off as he stopped it and toweled off only to go to bed.&nbsp; He would wake up in enough time to go visit her and get the donuts.&nbsp; He was definitely going to leave his car home as he didn't want that to be a tag for them either.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 09:15:14</strong>
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				Delilah slept soundly through the night and finally woke up around 10am. She looked to her clock and frowned a bit. She loved sleeping in later on her days off. Sometimes, she just wasn't that lucky. Sitting up in bed, she rubbed her arms a bit to shake off the morning chill in her house. After taking a moment to hate the morning, she got out of bed, went to the bathroom then dressed for some lounging around the house.<br><br>She had more research on their case planned. She needed to track their guy down more. Now at least she had a name. Robert Duncan was their perpetrator and at least she could put out an APB on him. As she got the coffee pot going, she was calling the station to have them keep an eye out for him. She doubted that he'd be making any big move just yet. She also doubted that he'd be making a run for it or anything. Still, it didn't hurt to be prepared. <br><br>Delilah turned on the tv and snuggled up under a blanket. She wore a pair of black stretchy pants and a form fitting tshirt that had some bands name it, though it was fading. Overall, she looked comfy, but her curves were noticeable no matter what she did. Her hair was still lightly curly from her sleeping on it when it was partially wet. It hung at her shoulders in soft waves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 09:21:42</strong>
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				He moved around the house thinking of how much, he missed her and he waited for as long as she could.&nbsp; He moved around town, his speed made him almost invisible at times.&nbsp; He had practiced it so many times before.&nbsp; He wanted to be a hero, he had been for so long.&nbsp; Before now he had even thought of a costume and everything.&nbsp; But he did nothing to push, but it was something he had considered.&nbsp; Then he wondered what woman he could really find with him running around town in costume...for real.&nbsp; He left it alone.&nbsp; <br><br>But what he did do was make his way to the pastry shop thinking of bagels and cream cheese, whipped cream and fruit.&nbsp; Several different pastries for energy and if he were lucky, the would end up eating it all.&nbsp; As he pulled out the flowers and juice, before long he would be feeling those lush lips again.&nbsp; As he knocked on the door to her place, wondering what she looked like today.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 09:45:06</strong>
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				When there was a knock on her door, she glanced to it surprised. Even as she was a bit surprised, she had a good idea of who it was. A smile crept across her lips. She opened the door and smiled a bit more. "Well good morning, what brings you here?" She asked leaning against the doorframe a bit. The smell of coffee wafted out out from her house and she was reminded that she had coffee. <br><br>"Want to come in?" She asked him, moving over so he could come inside. This was the first time he had been to her house, or actually seen the inside of it anyways. It was simply decorated, her kitchen and living room separated by only a counter. Off to the right there was a hallway where the bathroom and her bedroom was. Off to one side of the living room there was her desk and computer. That was all there was in her house though. The occasional family or scenic picture dotted the walls, but there wasn't anything too extravagant. After all, she didn't spend much time really living in it, mostly just working. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 10:00:57</strong>
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				He walked in as she opened the door.&nbsp; He looked at her when she asked him what brought him here.&nbsp; She wasn't serious at all was she?&nbsp; No she was playing him.&nbsp; She knew full well what brought him here.&nbsp; Oh well since she wanted to play he would play.&nbsp; "Donuts, I smell coffee!"&nbsp; he said.&nbsp; "There is juice in the bag, you hungry?"&nbsp; He asked as he moved to pull her into the house as he dropped the items off on the kitchen counter.&nbsp; He pulled her into his arms as he kissed her, slowly beginning to remove her clothes.&nbsp; He wanted to take his time, but her time for that had run out.&nbsp; She was supposed to come and wake him up, but she hadn't so that meant he had to take things into his own hands and come and get breakfast!&nbsp; He moved to grip her rear as he pressed her against the wall between him, his lips pressed to her as he began to pull her clothes from her.<br><br>He noticed her place and it didn't look lived in, hopefully they would change that.&nbsp; Get her some pictures or make some of them, she was a workaholic like him that made this more than a match it was something they both needed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 04:51:01</strong>
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				Delilah was a bit surprised as he dropped the food so quickly and moved to her. In her mind, last night was a lot of talk without a lot of substance. Surely he didn't really want her to fall asleep fucking him and wake him up by blowing him. She was not used to that at all. While she didn't hate it, it was going to take some getting used to. Essentially, he seemed to want a sex slave. <br><br>Still, all she could focus on now was his hands over her body, eagerly trying to slip off her clothes. She helped as best she could between their kiss. Then she felt the cold of the wall against her back as her top came off. Delilah kissed him back softly at first, letting their heat and intensity build slowly. This was a nice surprise, but also quite different. Never before has she had a man so sexual like she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 03:36:34</strong>
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				He moved towards her, his hands moving over her body.&nbsp; Even he had to admit how much he missed her, he craved her fiercely.&nbsp; No other woman had left him so hungry.&nbsp; Maybe they hadn't been clear on the desires from each other, a part of him thought she wanted to belong to him.&nbsp; Hell even he had to admit he yearned to have her not only in his bedroom but in his life.&nbsp; But could he even admit that short of rocking her world every chance he got.&nbsp; His hands moved over her and wanted to have her, but did he want to fry her clothes to do so.&nbsp; He knew he could take his own off as fast but right now he really wanted to enjoy her after all they had no place to go.<br><br>His fingers moved over her body, her shirt dropping to the floor, her bra soon followed as he felt over her lovely breasts feeling the nice taught roundness of them, her firm nipples as he began to roll them beneath his fingertips.&nbsp; He was letting the static electricity build as he kissed her sweet lips pulling her closer.&nbsp; He so hungered for her sweet body and already his ears yearned to hear her moans and screams as he made his way to devour her.&nbsp; He felt the heat between them and somewhere within him knew it wasn't all sex and somehow he had found a woman that both wanted him and hungered for him in the same vein as he had her.&nbsp; He never thought it possible as much as he pushed her away, yet here they were as he pressed her against the wall pinning her up there between his chest and the cool surface he moved to pull her pants and underwear off, almost yanking them as he pulled her against his body that was all but hers barring the clothes that he still wore.<br><br>He knew she would have to get used to him and his ravenous nature, but he really didn't see that as a problem considering their night on the floor.&nbsp; She seemed able to give as good as she got and right now his rod had been missing the warm wet comfort of her body and the tight choke hold she had given him the night before.&nbsp; Oh yes her sweet lips made him miss the feel of them already.&nbsp; 'Ok maybe not everyday but 3 out of 4 days she could wake him up like that.&nbsp; The others he would wake her up with her screams buried in the pillows of their bed.'&nbsp; He thought to himself as his hands were caressing her round rear, damn she felt so good!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 05:21:28</strong>
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				Delilah whimpered softly as her clothes were stripped from her body. He was passionate, and as much as it had startled her to begin with, her arousal was building. Each touch gave her shivers and made her pussy ache. Already her nipples were erect and sensitive. It made it so difficult for her to not moan. It would be so easy to just let her euphoric cry slip out. <br><br>He held her to him and she smiled as his warmth was against her naked body. There was something so sexy about being the only one naked. She felt that much more submissive to this man and found she only got turned on the more she thought of the things he could do to her. <br><br>Slowly, her hands slipped up his body and tugged up on the hem of his shirt. She didn't need to rush anything. She knew he would take her when he was ready, and it wouldn't be too long. Still, she wanted to feel his muscles against her bare breasts. She needed to see his glistening black physique in deep contrast to her own light taut form. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 06:32:46</strong>
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				He heard the whimper of her voice as she was naked against him, his body against hers as he kissed her.&nbsp; His lips moving against hers, his tongue over her neck as his hand squeezed her breasts tightly.&nbsp; He felt her hard tips against his hand and wanted to suck them harder, but he wanted her to hunger for him.&nbsp; Beg....plead for him to take her.&nbsp; He grazed around her nipples not touching them just yet, but pushing her to more and more arousal.<br><br>He moved her legs around him, letting her feel him through his clothes.&nbsp; His tip glancing between her netherlips, helping her to feel his want.&nbsp; He arched to let what would be his tip slide between her lips as she was against the wall between them.&nbsp; He felt her hands moving over his shirt that came off under her grip.&nbsp; He loved the sight and the feel of their bodies together, his hard dark body and her firm creamy form next to his.&nbsp; He loved feeling her fingers move over him grazing his form against hers.&nbsp; His own digits dug into her behind pulling her against him more, his other hand had a handful of her hair pulling her head back as he kissed over her neck only to go down and simply blow his hot breath over her nipples only to return to kissing her hard. <br><br>He wanted to be inside of her already but he was in no hurry she was going to beg him and yield to his demands as her lover, it wasn't what he longed to be, it was what he was.&nbsp; He would make love to her often enough, but sometimes he just needed to make her body scream with the raw hungry lust she invoked from him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>assionpay</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 04:25:04</strong>
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				Everything he did made her shiver with pleasure. From not expecting sex this morning to being so close she could taste it, Delilah was quite happy. Her back arched as he yanked her hair back, a moan escaped her lips in pleasure. It felt so good when he was rough with her. Never before had she had a man that could give it to her like she truly wanted.<br><br>She could feel his nails digging into the flesh of her behind. It just made her pussy quiver more. Just as she was ready to beg for him to let her feel his length without his clothes, his lips were on hers. She delved her tongue into his mouth and moaned happily in the kiss. <br><br>Her nipples were sensitive and making her pussy drip, she could tell. Feeling his firm chest next to hers and his hard cock against her pussy was making her that much more lustful. She wanted him inside of her, wanted him to rough her up, wanted her to do all the crazy things that she had always wanted. For now, all she could do was kiss him back passionately, running her own nails along the bare flesh of his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Power of Frustration (assionpay and cclayjr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 05:51:06</strong>
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				He pulled off his belt and with his speed before he knew even.&nbsp; He had her hands pinned together and was holding her arms above her head.&nbsp; He broke the kiss, just long enough to pull her arms up between them.&nbsp; He ground his tip against her knowing he only had to shove himself inside of her at this point.&nbsp; His other hand now mauled her large breast, pinching her nipple as he rolled it feeling how hard they were and filling his hand.&nbsp; He wanted only to suck those diamonds off of her chest, but he was weak for her and knew....he wasn't going to make it feeling her wetness coating his tip.&nbsp; He moved his dark hand back to her bottom smacking it as he lifted her up, he held her there.&nbsp; His strength making her as light as a feather.&nbsp; <br><br>He smirked to himself using that to lift her up so his tip was just inside of her.&nbsp; He started to lick over her mound before sucking her tip into his mouth as he now let her go, groaning as she was now sinking down upon his thick.&nbsp; He gasped feeling his pants sink around his ankles.&nbsp; He would get out of them later right now he wanted only to hear her scream as he let her take all of him aided by gravity.&nbsp; He concentrated and increased the static electricity of the belt and the energy conduits in the wall hold her belt and her arms in place as his other hand now gripped her rear as well and he began his deep pounding in to her creamy vulva.<br>
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