The Ride (one-on-one)
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				Title: <strong>The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 08:05:39</strong>
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				“Damn thing.” The tall blonde woman waited impatiently for the elevator. The building was old and in need of repair and the elevator took forever to move from floor to floor. She gripped her briefcase in her right hand, and checked her watch with her left. Time was slipping away, and this meeting was too important to miss. <br><br>With an impatient breath she smoothed the front of her straight knee length red skirt, and made sure her matching form fitting blazer was buttoned completely. It was a warm suit, and all she wore under the jacket was a black camisole. Didn’t need to be flashing the senior partners. <br><br>Eventually she could hear the elevator groaning it’s way towards her. She checked her hair in the mirrored door, making sure not a hair was loose from the tight bun. Her makeup was perfect, and her appearance flawless. With a confident stride that hid her nervousness the attractive woman entered the elevator and pressed the number 37.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 08:37:23</strong>
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				At work on his day off, and he could think of about a thousand different things he would rather be doing than double checking the intra-day performance reports.&nbsp; Growling low to himself as he pushes through the doors, <br><br><em>" If you don't do it, no one will... " </em><br><br>It's the moment that he rounds the corner and he spots her.&nbsp; He doesn't know who she is, or what she even does.&nbsp; All he knows is that he sees her often enough to know that she gets off on the seventeeth floor every time.&nbsp; That she's always dressed professionally, and despite being dressed professionally she has a body that makes him think all manner of impure thoughts.<br><br>He's gone so far as to smile at her from time to time, and she has been polite enough to return his smile, no doubt having no idea that he's thinking about what she's wearing beneath her business attire.&nbsp; Where he can normally compete with her as he's dressed similarly in a suit and tie.<br><br>Having been paged while in the shower, he rushed in wearing well-worn jeans and a simple red polo shirt.&nbsp; His short hair still damp from rushing in, and today he feels like a slob when compared to how stunning she looks.<br><br>The elevator pings softly, letting them know it has arrived.&nbsp; The doors clatter open, showing their age and he stops and makes a small motion with his hand for her to enter first.&nbsp; Giving her a small, friendly smile, despite the fact that he feels like a thug standing next to her today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 09:11:09</strong>
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				A man approached and entered with her. Probably a delivery boy from the attire she noticed out of the corner of her eye. When he held his hand out in a courteous manner she turned to nod politely. She paused for a brief moment; there was something familiar about him. She continued her courteous nod and entered. <br><br>Korrin moved to the back of the elevator and turned around. Her blue eyes snuck sideways to take in her companion again. She had seen him somewhere, and it was making her brain tic in an uncomfortable manner that she couldn’t place him.&nbsp; He was attractive, of that there was no doubt. But she didn’t have time for those kinds of matters. <br><br>The doors closed and the elevator ground to life, its familiar shake announcing the beginning of their ascent. It was still picking away at her…where had she seen him? She could smell soap, and see the shine of his wet hair. He was fresh from the shower. No delivery boy then…called in maybe? <br><br>As she contemplated where she had seen him, and gently relished the clean smell of him blending with her soft floral scent, the elevator lurched. Korrin’s brow furrowed, that was a new one. She had ridden in this thing so many times she knew every creak and groan. <br><br>Another lurch, and a grind, and a heavy shudder. Korrin turned to say something when the whole car spasmed and bucked, sending her reeling off balance and towards the floor. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 16:49:08</strong>
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				His Blackberry had buzzed once again and while he smoothly pops it off the plastic clip on his hip to see what the next emergency was, that was when the elevator decided to go into cardiac arrest.&nbsp; Reaching out to grab the polished brass bar that lines the three walls of the elevator, he manages to stay steady despite the thrashing of the elevator.<br><br>The vision of beauty keeping him company however was more unfortunate than him, and as she stumbles and falls he steps away from the handrail, dropping his Blackberry and reaching out for the woman with both hands.&nbsp; The sound of his Blackberry landing on the floor of the elevator, and cracking open is lost in the grinding and shuddering of the elevator, but at the moment his world begins and ends with the blonde that is now wrapped up in his arms, and whose momentum has driven both of them back into a corner of the elevator.&nbsp; <br><br>His back striking both walls in the corner with a heavy thud, but he still continues to keep her held in his arms. One hand resting solidly at the middle of her back, and holding her securely to his chest, the other resting a little more intimately on the upper curve of her firm behind.&nbsp; Despite being shorter than him, her nose and lips are close to his own, and he can see a few tendrils of blonde hair tumbling down and lightly wisping across her beautiful face, having escaped from the severe looking bun that she had it all bound up in.<br><br>The shuddering and lurching had stopped and he knows he should say something, but at the moment all he can think of is how good she feels pressed up against him, and how soft, and warm her breath feels against his chin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 20:43:46</strong>
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				And then she was in his arms, held up by the strength of them and the support of his body. Korrin had not had such close intimate contact since her fiancé left her for his secretary five years ago. He had been jealous of her career, and intimidated by her power. He hadn’t take the time to find the woman inside, and in all fairness, she hadn’t take the time to show him.&nbsp; <br><br>As she leaned into him and breathed un his scent, one of the small tendrils of blonde hair moved back and forth with her breath. It moved slightly faster than normal respiration, the jar from the elevator kicking in her adrenalin, and the closeness of the man with her triggering other responses. <br><br>The silence was thick and hung around them like a fog. But as in a fog, they were close enough to see each other clearly in the dim emergency light. She knew who he was now. Normally he was dressed in very very expensive custom suits that show the cut of his form perfectly. She had silently watched him for a long time, wondering what floor he got off on, knowing it was higher than hers. Korrin felt silly for not recognizing him in the first place, but she hadn’t really looked at him until now. <br><br>She had silently wondered other things about him as well. She had wonder if the power and confidence he oozed crept over into his personal life, specifically the bedroom. Or did he like to let go and let someone else be in charge?<br><br>Her blue eyes met his and she felt the skin of her cheeks tingle and turn pink, hoping he couldn’t tell in the shadows. Her full lips slowly parted to thank him for his quick catch, but she found herself without words or sound. This moment in the elevator in his arms in the silence was deliciously intense, and she was afraid if she broke it, it would never come again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 20:57:43</strong>
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				The only things heard was a faint ticking off in the distance, the quivering of the elevator cables flickering against something hard from the tension applied on them; that...and her soft breathing.&nbsp; He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, and he wondered if she could feel it as well.<br><br>He had the urge to say something.&nbsp; To disarm the suddenly intense silence with a smile and a clever quip but it would be wrong.&nbsp; The prospect of dispelling the primal, visceral energy that hung in the air would be a crime against nature.&nbsp; The shadows in the elevator now only seem to accentuate her appearance.&nbsp; It makes her seem all the more alluring and she can feel the fingers on her behind slightly shift upon the snug fabric of her skirt.&nbsp; Not move, but simply spreading out slighty.&nbsp; An instinctual response to the wonderfully feminine form pressed up against him.<br><br>Work had been the primary focus in his life.&nbsp; There were girlfriends...trysts...even a married woman at one point, but none of them stuck.&nbsp; His path would always seem to be going in opposite directions of the women he was involved with, save today.&nbsp; Today it seemed he was on the very same path as the woman that is in his arms.<br><br>All manner of sordid thoughts wash through his mind as his eyes meet hers, and he forgets where he is.&nbsp; All that he is and all that he knows is standing next to him in his arms.<br><br>She can feel his warm breath on her cheek; his head tilting slightly to the side, similar to a predator trying to decide what to do with something it cannot decide if it prey or not.&nbsp; His hands still holding her firmly as his face lowers slighly, and she feels his nose brushing against her cheek...a feather touch...filling his lungs with her warm, soft scent...his stubble upon his cheek lightly scraping across her smooth, soft skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 21:16:46</strong>
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				His fingers barely moved, but she felt it intently. They were large and were inappropriate in their location, and they burned her through her skirt. Her breathing increased even more in response, her breasts rising and falling against the hard chest they were crushed against. Beyond his arms and his hands and the solidness of his form, it was his eyes that trapped her. They held her frozen as he tilted his head, and she could see flickers of passion behind them, betraying his composed face. She was powerless to look away, impaled on his gaze and sinking deeper as the seconds ticked by, her resolve dying a slow torturous death. <br><br>Korrin wanted to back away suddenly, burst from his embrace and make lots of noise, create a cacophony of distraction from what was building inside of her. How could it be happening on an elevator with what was essentially a stranger, despite their many days of briefly sharing each other’s company in this rickety death trap. But instead of moving away, she sunk against him, melting and molding to his body. <br><br>His nose found her cheek and finally the gaze was broken as her eyes trembled closed, her long lashes fluttering like the wings of a new butterfly. Her body quivered and her breath caught in her chest, the heightened respiration paused for just a moment. She was jarred to breathing again by the masculine stubble against her delicate skin. To her horror she heard a barely audible whimper creep from her throat.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 21:29:55</strong>
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				It's her whimper that seals it for him.&nbsp; It courses straight through him like a thread of fire and coalesces in his chest into some dark, hot and hungry.&nbsp; All thoughts of propriety are burned away and he knows, right here, right now, that he's going to have her.&nbsp; The realization is intoxicating and as much as he wants inside of her, right now...<br><br>...he wants to know her.&nbsp; Her taste.&nbsp; Her sound.&nbsp; Her feel.<br><br>His hand on her behind slips two inches lower, now fully cupping one cheek through her expensive skirt, while his other hand slides upward to cup the back of her neck.&nbsp; His bare skin meeting hers is alike an electrical jolt through his arm, and she can feel his warm breath fluttering against her cheek.<br><br>His hand on her ass presses her resolutely to him, one of his legs bisecting hers, and it is her long skirt that prevents him from sliding his leg further between hers.&nbsp; He's strong, and he moves and touches her in a way that tells her he knows his own strength.&nbsp; He holds her securely but gently, not needing to squeeze and hurt her...well in control of himself.<br><br>His lips find the soft curve of her jaw...slow...sure.&nbsp; Warm, and lightly brushing against her, breathing her in, tasting her for the first time as he works his way along her jaw slowly until he reaches her neck and continues with his slow kisses.&nbsp; Holding her securely and lifting up slightly, accentuating the curves of her calves even more than her high heels do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 22:02:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;The hand cupped her round ass cheek, gripping it and claiming it. Again she gasped softly, that tendril of hair sucked to her lips and sticking to them. Her head tilts back as her hips are brought forward. And then she felt his palm on her skin, the sensation of them finally meeting, uninterrupted by clothing, sent a shiver down her spine.<br><br>It was his sensuous lips on her jaw that caused every bit of her bones to turn to rubber. It was fortunate he had such a firm grasp on her, for if he didn’t she would have fallen to the floor right then and there. Her conscious thought silenced and her more basal urges took over. She no longer thought in words or images, but was driven to flashes of feelings and urges, instinctual responses. <br><br>Her arms were pressed between them, her hands on his chest. They tightened, her perfect red nail scraping his skin through his shirt. Beneath her blazer and the thin delicate camisole her nipples tightened and hardened, already aching with need. All from his hands upon her and his lips on her jaw. When they moved to her neck she moaned quietly, a pleading sound.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>16-07-2006, 22:15:19</strong>
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				His hand on her ass slowly begins to squeeze rhytmically.&nbsp; Each flexing of his fingers on her luscious curves brings her skirt up higher, inch by inch, inexorably revealing more and more of her slender, bare legs.&nbsp; He drowning in her and he never wants to know what it is like to breathe anything but her.&nbsp; His kisses grow more bold, with greater demand as he responds to the soft, pliant sounds of need spilling from her lips.&nbsp; His mouth feels like liquid fire on her neck, and he takes his time, working his way down her throat with hot, lingering kisses, until his mouth completes it's journey by suckling at her smooth flesh where her neck meets her shoulder.<br><br>Her fingernails flexing and scraping against his taut, flexed chest beneath his polo shirt, and with a low, heated snarl of need she finds her skirt being lifted completely, exposing the lower curves of her ass, as will as the wispy fabric of her camisole.&nbsp; His muscled thigh slipping further between her legs, and she feels the fabric of jeans pressing securely up against the apex of her thighs.&nbsp; Holding her nearly off the ground, and letting her weight rest against the point where he sex presses against his thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>17-07-2006, 03:41:12</strong>
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				<br>Korrin was reeling. What the hell was happening? She was a strong, aggressive woman with her emotions and her needs in check. She was willing to do what it took to get ahead, willing to sacrifice her femininity to be the shark that was needed. But in the course of a matter of seconds, she was drowning in the feel of being a woman. <br><br>He was larger and stronger, making her feel small and overpowered. His lips drank from her flesh, sucking away her frigid shell like a vampire would its victim’s blood. That spot where her neck met her shoulder had been so long forgotten, and now if felt as if it was the center of her being. <br><br>And he snarled. Growled. A primal sound that was testament to his primitive want of her. It bit it’s way into her ear and ravaged through her, making her body shudder once again. She responded with another small whimper, a sound that was almost pleading and fearful. But it wasn’t him she feared, but the knowledge that he could so easily turn her to jelly. <br><br>His hand had been working her skirt higher, exposing her creamy skin bit by bit to the air of the elevator, but with his snarl she felt it hiked much higher. It set off an alarm in her head, but her head and her body were a bit at odds at the moment. The alarm was silenced by the muscular thigh now pressing between her legs, lifting her from the ground slightly. <br><br>Already he had her breathless, and she was gasping for each bit of air. As his thigh pressed into her sex and rubbed along her awakening clit, the gasps took on a more vocal quality, becoming little soft cries. Her head now lolled forward, but still off to the side so he could access that spot on her neck. Her forehead brushed his temple, and then her cheek followed suit. <br><br>Korrin moved her arms to over his shoulders, gripping him forcefully, holding on as if he were all the kept her from falling from the earth. Very slowly her hips rocked forward and back once, and as she was stimulated the cries to more shape, and she did it again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>17-07-2006, 04:04:38</strong>
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				With the air now playing across her exposed flesh, he can feel her hips lightly pulsing against him.&nbsp; An instinctual need to give into what they're both feeling.&nbsp; He can feel her giving into him...into her own wants as she relaxes against him.&nbsp; Her lithe form wantonly rocking against his thigh, and he uses his hand on her neck...sliding it lower to support her upper back so that she can grind her hips against him without reservation or fear of falling.<br><br>His other hand slowly explores the bare cheeks of her luscious ass all while his tongue and teeth dance across her warm, perfumed skin.&nbsp; Tasting her...lightly biting at her only to soothe the stinging bite mark with slow, sure caresses of his tongue.&nbsp; His fingers move over her flesh, savouring how smooth she feels as his fingers flex and squeeze at the cheeks of her ass.&nbsp; Rocking her tingling pussy against his thigh.&nbsp; Flexing his leg as she rides him slowly, matching her rhythm even as his fingers slowly slip between the cheeks of her ass and lightly stroke at the sensitive skin there.
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				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>17-07-2006, 09:37:50</strong>
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				It felt very warm in the elevator to Korrin. Much warmer than even the suit should lead her to be. The heat crawled over her skin, tingling and stinging like a an acid rain. But there were two spots of her body that were even more intensely affected. They had a grounding effect, the electric desire entered her where his teeth and his tongue assaulted her, and ran straight to where her throbbing aching sex was grinding against the course fabric of his jeans. <br><br>The touch of his hands did nothing but intensify the burning desire. The casual touch of his hand on her back was anything but, and the one on her ass had no pretense of being anything other than what it was. It stroked and kneaded the flesh of her cheeks, and delved deeper into more intimate territory, making hear head spin. <br><br>Korrin could feel the wetness building between her legs, and knew the spot on his thigh would be dark with it. Her lips were kept bare, a habit she had never been able to break despite the end of her relationship, and she could feel the slickness starting to coat them. And in the small confines of the heated elevator she started to pick up the light scent of her want as it mixed with her soft perfume and the scent of his soap. It was an intoxicating blend. <br><br>The feeling growing in her sex was familiar and yet not. She was a grown woman who had taken care of her physical desires, but the touch of another, the feel of the hard body against her and the hands pulling her close and the mouth on her skin was a banquet of sensual feelings compared to the crumb that self satisfaction was, and it had been so long since she had partook. <br><br>Korrin could feel the tightening in her lower belly, the throbbing and swelling of her clit, and the tensing of her thighs as her toes barely supported her in her heels. Her climax was approaching rapidly, and she knew it would not be her only one. Her hands raked across his back and her breathing intensified, as did her vocalizations.&nbsp; <br><br>What would this man think of her? All she could think about him was that he was sex itself and she wanted all of him she could get. He was a mass of desirable flesh, a vehicle for wanton wicked pleasure, and a force that left her breathless. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>17-07-2006, 22:05:04</strong>
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				He was drowning in her and all he could think of was taking more and more of her; taking more <em> from </em> her.&nbsp; His skin prickled with the sensation one feels right before they begin to sweat even as he bit at her sensitive flesh.&nbsp; They heat created between the two of them, coupled with the break down of service in the elevator shaft and the lack of air conditioning increases the temperature with each passing moment.<br><br>Tangling slowly with the scent of her perfume is the potent, primal scent of her need for him.&nbsp; He can feel her wanton display of heat and hunger through the damp fabric on his thigh and his hand squeezes her ass, rocking her rhythmically with her increased breathing. <br><br>Her skirt now bunched up around her waist along with the lower half of her camisole and her ass and bare legs are shamelessly displayed.&nbsp; His mouth leaving her throat long enough so that he can see her bronze-hued reflection in the polished copper finish of the elevator wall.&nbsp; Her luscious ass, and long legs flexing as she shamelessly rubs herself against him like an animal in heat.<br><br>He can feel it building in her…he can taste it when his lips dance across her throat, and in the way her nails scrape at his back through his shirt.&nbsp; She’s getting closer, and he wants to feel her, breathe her when she gives into it.<br><br>His mouth finds hers in a hot, hungry collision, his other hand tangling in a fist in the bun of her silken blonde hair as he slides his tongue into her mouth in a scorching kiss.&nbsp; She tastes like peppermint…she tastes like a promise…Breaking the kiss as he guides her hips, feeling her rolling her body against him, pressing her wet pussy and swollen clit against the soaked fabric of his jeans.&nbsp; Pulling her closer still as his teeth claim her lower lip and rake it savagely, and she can feel him, thick and unyielding beneath his jeans, pressed tightly against her abdomen all while perspiration forms on his forehead from the heat of the elemental, primal goddess he has writhing against him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>18-07-2006, 11:18:24</strong>
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				She could feel it building in all of her being. The climax was not going to just be a quick physical release centered on her core; it was going to send her whole body into a rapturous tumultuous explosion. The exquisite ache centered in her womanhood, but it spread out over her all the way to her toes. Her body started to tremble as she approached the edge of the chasm. <br><br>One arm snaked down his arm from his back to eventually find its way around his waist. She grabbed hold of his belt loop and pulled herself as close as she could get to him. Already they were entwined in a writhing mass of sexual energy, but she wanted more, she wanted to occupy the same space, to be as close to him as possible. <br><br>Korrin cried out when he took hold of her hair. The aggression in his grasp sent a thrill through her, and his lips met hers roughly. She grunted primally, inhaling sharply through her nose as her tongue met his to dance in the bed of their mouths. She could taste the salt of his skin and the sweetness of his lips and she savored every second they mouths were reacting against each other as violent as water and electricity. <br><br>He broke the kiss and guided her movements, forcing her to take pleasure against him. She could feel him reacting to her, could feel the heat, the dampening of his shirt as perspiration built on his skin as it did on hers, could feel the thick hard shaft straiging against his clothing. <br><br>Just as her hand found the swelling between them he devoured her lower lip, the savage want in him pushing her finally over the edge, her swollen clit throbbing into a vigorous explosion, the first and sudden bursts of her climax. She grunted out a primal scream as the first wave of ecstasy spread over her. Her toes lifted from the floor and she firmly gripped his thigh with her own. She bucked violently against him and forced her lips back to his, screaming into a deep kiss, the sound swallowed by the vacuum of their lips. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>18-07-2006, 15:44:28</strong>
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				The air was thick with the scent of her release. Deep, rich and intoxicating, his nostrils flared as he kissed her deep, dragging air into his lungs and drowning in her presence as she wantonly writhes her hips against his thigh. Her impassioned cries filling the elevator, only to be stifled by the hungry kiss they share.<br><br>His tongue moves with hers, a savage, lewd tangling of feverish gasps and suckling on each other’s tongues.&nbsp; The hunger continuing to grow inside of them and being only briefly sated by the fact that their kissing seems more akin to their need to fuck one another, than an actual kiss.<br><br>Her feet, no longer on the ground, her body arched and flexed around him while his hands claim her body much as he claimed her mouth with his own.&nbsp; Stronger than her, and well in control, he breaks the kiss, and she finds herself shoved off of him and being forced to stand on her trembling legs.<br><br>Finding herself spun to look at her reflection in the polished brass of the elevator wall, she can feel him…and see him standing behind her.&nbsp; His hard shaft pressed up against the small of her back, all while the lower half of her body is exposed.&nbsp; She can see…can feel the touch of his hand on her wet, hot pussy and for the moment he seems content to simply let the strength of his fingers rhythmically pulse and squeeze against her swollen, slick petals.&nbsp; Lifting upwards slightly and applying pressure against her clit.<br><br>His lips against her ear…kissing…breathing…talking to her without saying a word as more tendrils of her hair fall from the bun and cling to his lips and hers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>18-07-2006, 22:10:54</strong>
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				It was primitive and bestial, the way they wanted each other. The sexual need was tangible, you could reach out and grab it and feel it in the air. It wrapped itself around them in a tight suffocating embrace, forcing them to breathe it. Their desire was what they were existing on for this moment. <br><br>Their kiss was akin to oral fucking, hot and passionate and rough. The rolling motion of their tongues and the sucking and biting all reflected the intensity of the sex that was promised soon. The juices of their kiss coated their lips like the juices of her climax coated her sex and his leg. <br><br>Korrin was still shaking and quaking from the waves of exquisite release washing over her when he shoved her off of him and pushed her into the mirrored wall of the elevator. Her legs threatened to give, but she managed to stand, her palms resting on the mirror on either side of her face, her fingers curling in an attempt to grip the cool surface. <br><br>His hand came to her pussy, feeding the dying climax, giving it life again. She grunted to the mirror, a mist appearing on it in front of her lips. The bolts of pleasure shot from the place his fingers met her throbbing clit up and out over her body, making it difficult to stand one again. She rocked into his large hand, knowing it would be getting soaked with her cum as her thighs were. <br>At the feel of his lips on her ear she tilted her head back, resting it on her shoulder. Her hair was disheveled and her skirt wrinkling, all a symbol of the degradation of her normally controlled demeanor. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>19-07-2006, 13:39:59</strong>
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				He wants inside of her, and he wants to explore her more, experience more.&nbsp; He wants to take his time with the responsive, hungry woman he’s fantasized about for so long.<br><br>That’s not with this is about.<br><br>Hopefully there will be times in the future for worshipping and exploration, but right now…it is a different time.<br><br>Visceral.<br><br>Primal.<br><br>Selfish.<br><br>Powerful.<br><br>To be tender at this moment would be untrue to what they are and what they need right now.&nbsp; It would be a crime against the flame that has exploded between the two of them.<br><br>She’s soaked because of him.<br>She’d do anything right now because of him.<br>She’s panting and writhing like an animal because of him.<br><br>His fingers move confidently, parting her swollen lips as he presses her between him and the wall.&nbsp; She can feel a single fingertip pressing against her clit, and slowly flickering over the top of it even while his other hand slips between her body and his.&nbsp; Fingers deftly releasing the button of his jeans, and sliding down the zipper;&nbsp; the sound of it coming out louder than expected inside the small space that is filled with the scent of their sweat, and excitement.<br><br>He mercilessly rubs her clit, wanting to hear her…watch her cum for him again, all while she feels the swollen head of his cock brush against the cheeks of her ass.&nbsp; A shimmering trail of pre cum marking the smooth flesh on one ass-cheek before she feels the head slide between the cheeks of her ass., brushing against the tight, puckered opening there, and slipping lower until she can feel the thick, throbbing length between her thighs, and pressing upwards on her pussy, while his fingers continue to pull her closer to the edge of release once more.&nbsp; Selfish in the way he taunts and torments her, using his size to make her lift up on her toes, and savouring the way it makes her legs and ass flex.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>20-07-2006, 08:35:54</strong>
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				The heat was unbearable. Not just the heat of her skin or of the air in the elevator, but the heat of their primal need to fuck. Her hips continued to rock and her whole body trembled as he so expertly slid his finger over the top of her clitoris, right above the little pearl wanting to peek out. The place where it was as intense as it could possibly be without being painful. She had never really recovered from her first climax, and he wasn’t going to let her. He was pushing for another, and pushing hard and quick for it. <br><br>Her breathing was heavy and labored and harshly loud. She grit her teeth and breathed through them, grunting every few breaths as she tried to endure the sensations coursing through her. They were only getting more intense as she heard the zipper and felt his hard swelling probing her, running across the toned flesh of her ass, teasing tight pink pucker, and then moving further between her spread thighs. <br><br>Her hips writhed, trying to find the manhood teasing her with its presence. She felt very empty and craved the fullness of a man filling her. It seemed as if he might end her torture and enter her at last, but he was poised at her entrance, pushing forward but not penetrating her. Her eyes widened and her clenched teeth parting as she inhaled loudly and sharply. The want for his swelling inside her was boiling, the pressure inside driving her vision blurry. <br><br>Daring to take her hands from the wall and let her weight rest on her toes and his cock, she reaches for the hem of her blazer. With a quick shaky movement she pulled it over her head, not bothering with the buttons. The expensive jacket was discarded like trash to the floor as her body fell forward again to lean against the cool mirrored wall. Her skin glistened in the dim emergency light, damp with perspiration, small beads of it trickling down her temple and causing her disheveled hair to stick to her face. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>20-07-2006, 15:34:54</strong>
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				A growl of pleasure spills out of him when she desperately pulls off her jacket over her head, careless of the damage done as buttons pop off and tinkle quietly across the floor, and he drinks her in from behind.<br><br>Her dark camisole is open backed and reveals the compelling lines of her back, and accentuates the exquisite way she writhes against him.&nbsp; The expanse of flesh revealed, nearly down to where her skirt is bunched up&nbsp; lewdly around her waist, and she can feel him let out a tormented breath against her ear, as if he’s struggling with something.<br><br>His arms wrapping powerfully around her as he stands behind her, his stiff cock, pressing relentlessly against her wet pussy, and his fingers leave her clit, leaving her teetering on the edge of release a second time as his large hands find her breasts and squeeze through the thin fabric of her camisole, the smooth fabric sticking to her sweat-slick flesh.<br><br>He was going to fuck her up against the wall; making both of them slaves to the wanton fires that burned inside of them, but when she revealed more of himself, he immediately became more hungry.<br><br>His mouth feels like liquid fire on her neck and shoulder as his hands maul her through her camisole.&nbsp; Her body moulded to his, swaying and pulsing rhythmically in need, when suddenly his hands move downwards violently and tear open the front of her camisole.&nbsp; Her exposed breasts swaying with the sudden motion, and she can feel the hard, unyielding wall pressing against her stiffened nipples.<br><br>Undressed now, save the tattered remains of her camisole tangled in the bunched up skirt around her waist, wearing only the high heels she came to the office with.<br><br>She feels him pull away from her, his hands firmly holding her hips, and she can sense him moving behind her.&nbsp; Suddenly she can feel his breath on her back…hot…and then cool as it rolls over the sweat forming on her flesh.&nbsp; His tongue gathers a droplet of sweat at her tailbone, before dropping to his knees behind her.<br><br>He wants everything of hers…she shouldn’t have tempted him with more of her flesh, and now…he’s truly lost in her.<br><br>There is nothing tender, or tentative in the way his hot tongue slides between the cheeks of her ass and blatantly swirls over the tight, puckered opening there, even as his fingers resume their place on her sensitive throbbing clit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>21-07-2006, 08:47:32</strong>
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				She moaned deeply in frustration as his hands left her throbbing slick clit. He had pushed her to the wall and it had been ready to crumble. Korrin moaned again, this time in pleasure as he found her breasts and gripped them, kneading the flesh forcefully. He was not gentle or kind, but demanding in what he wanted, forceful in taking it, and unapologetic for any of it, which only spurred her further. <br><br>He brought his luscious lips to the skin of her back and shoulders, undoubtedly tasting her sweat. Surely there must be steam rising from her skin, it was so hot and his mouth so wet. She moved with him as his lips devoured her, rocking and writhing in the oldest dance. His hand held her to him as they danced, continuing to grope and paw her firm breasts. <br><br>Then suddenly she felt a great pull and heard a loud rip and her breasts were free of their thin, damp confines. She cried out gutterly from the force of it, his wanton display of dominance and strength washing over her like the heat of the elevator did. <br><br>He pulled away and the skin of her back grew cool for just a moment. His cock left the wanting opening of her canal, leaving her desperate for stimulation. She whined into the mirror, a quiet cry, begging for more.<br><br>And then she could feel his breath bathing across her skin, leaving wakes of coolness where her skin was damp. He moved lower and her mouth dropped open as she anticipated his destination. She did not expect him to stop where he did, and her eyes flew open in surprise. Again she cried out as she felt his velvet tongue assaulting her pink nether hole. <br><br>Korrin almost could not stand, and almost fell back onto his face. his fingers had found their home again. It was all almost too much. She felt like a balloon being blown up, ready to burst at any second. She tightened her leg and groin muscles, pushing her clit out further as it swelled and firmed. Her hips rocked between his fingers and his tongue and her calf muscles flexed with each movement. She was so very close. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>21-07-2006, 21:53:15</strong>
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				He can feel her drawing closer and closer, and he’s lost in the heat of her…the taste of her.&nbsp; His erection aches out of need for her.&nbsp; Any part of her; every part of her, but more than that&nbsp; selfish ache he feels, so temporary and shallow.&nbsp; He aches to ruin her.&nbsp; To scorch her deep.&nbsp; To have her remember this the next morning and have her entire body flush with a blush of impropriety, and a flush of excitement.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wants her hiding her smile behind her slender fingers as she struggles with what her parents taught her was right, and what she knows that feels good.<br><br>His tongue continues to swirl over the tense opening of her ass, until she’s unsure if it’s sweat that&nbsp; she feels or his saliva trickling lazily down between the cheeks of her ass.&nbsp; His fingers continue to torment her clit, relentless in the way he rubs her.<br><br>Listening…tasting…feeling her get closer and closer to orgasm, and right when he feels she is dancing along the edge of release, the touch of his tongue and his fingers are gone from her.&nbsp; The sudden lack of stimulation takes a heartbeat for her to understand what has happened, and then suddenly she feels her molten pussy impaled by the length of his throbbing cock.&nbsp; His hands around her and cupping her tits once more.&nbsp; <br><br>The palms of his hands rubbing at her stiffened nipples as he thrusts in and out with of her slowly and deeply; allowing the sudden change of stimulation and tempo to torment her and let her hang on the edge of release for that much longer.<br><br>Her silky hair clinging to the sweat on his face as he presses up against her from behind, and his hot, heavy breathing dancing across her ear and neck.<br><br>The force of his thrusts lifting her up on her toes, each time she feels his lower abdomen press up against the slick curves of her ass.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>22-07-2006, 11:02:38</strong>
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				Hot and wet. Steamy. Her skin shimmers with perspiration, shining in the dim emergency light. Feeling the need to remove it, her pink tongue darts out to clean the sweat from her upper lip, the small droplets salty in her mouth. The skin is cooler as the air hits it, but it is only a temporary and small relief. With a tickle, another bead runs from her temple down to in front of her ear where it is caught by a golden tendril. The sweat drips down her cleavage, and under the swell, following the contours of her body. <br><br>But the real warmth and moisture is between her legs. Korrin no longer knows what is sweat, what is his saliva, and what is her own juices. It blended together, tickling the cleft between the cheeks of her ass, coating her inner thighs, and aiding the movements of his strong expert fingers over her tortured clit. The feel of the wetness in these places is more erotic than she could ever have expected. The moisture was testament to the intensity of the heat in her loins. <br><br>Her body rocked, climbing the mountain to her release. She had been so very close before, just to have him deny her. She needed it now, and was straining to reach it. It started deep inside of her as a tingling and tightening. The pressure built as the pleasure ran through her with his attentions. It was approaching like the light of a far off train. She could feel it rumbling and growing near. Her breathing was harsh and labored as it approached. Just when it should be running her over it stopped. <br><br>Korrin almost sobbing in frustration. She opens her mouth to protest when she is forced open and impaled by his rock hard member. Instead of a protest there is a loud and guttural cry, and her face falls to the mirrored wall. To heavy to hold up, her face smears across the cool surface, her lipstick leaving a streak to mark it. <br><br>As he impaled her he had a hold of her breasts, cupping them, firmly gripping the flesh. She can hardly stand for the devastating stimulation coursing over her. She pushed back against him, her walls stretching to accommodate him and he gets buried to the hilt. His length fills her completely, and she feels the pressure of him reaching the end of her shallow canal. <br><br>Korrin tried to move quickly, tried to pull away and push back so she could get the fast stimulus that had brought her so close to the edge and left her dangling. But he was not letting her. She was at his mercy as she was perched in his cock. When he was buried she was on her toes, and only barely, his palms over her nipples and her shoulders and head to the wall. <br><br>He was fucking her so slowly. Tormenting her. Making her realize she was at his mercy and had no control over the situation. He had her right where he wanted her, poised on the edge of a massive release as he slowly thrust in and out of her, her passage clutching him, the circle of her entrance sliding over every ridge and vein of his swollen cock. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>31-07-2006, 15:35:43</strong>
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				He knows what she needs…he needs it too, but more than that, he needs her to be lost.&nbsp; <br><br>Shattered.<br><br>Consumed.<br><br>Ruined by what he’s doing to her.&nbsp; The distorted smear of sweat and lipstick left by her on the polished, mirrored wall tells him that she’s no longer the poised employee that had entered the elevator, and has become the primal, wanton woman that she should be everyday.<br><br>Her hair is a mass of tangled blonde silk, tousled by his own fingers and her sweating, he plunges his fingers into the damp remains of her bun.&nbsp; Forcing her head to slide down the cool, slick wall, leaving behind sweat and spit, the surface fogging momentarily each time she lets out a whimpering breath.<br><br>Forcibly held bent at the waist, his other hand leaving her bare, slick breasts and instead grabs her shoulder.&nbsp; Forcibly pulling her deeper onto his throbbing cock, only to flex his hips and thighs and drive her off until only the swollen head is all the fills her, and then driving her back onto him once more.<br><br>Unsheathing himself and then sheathing himself over and over inside her molten depths.&nbsp; All sense of time, and where they are; being forgotten.&nbsp; His pace increasing despite his resolve to take his time and savour the exquisite creature he’s tangled with.<br><br>Finding herself shoved off of him once more, and forcibly spun about, and being stood up by the fist in her hair.&nbsp; She feels the now warm, slick wall press up against the cheeks of her ass, and her shoulder blades, trapped between it, and his body.&nbsp; A low, dark snarl spilling out of him and she can feel his hot tongue sliding up her cheek and temple, gathering the sweat there, only to be consumed by a deep, savage kiss.&nbsp; His hands finding the cheeks of her ass, and lifting her off the ground, even as he steps closer and slides the length of his cock back into her depths once more.&nbsp; Giving into what the both need and taking her hard, and fast.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>01-08-2006, 09:04:01</strong>
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				He continued his slow torturous erosion of the conservative trappings she bore. With every agonizing thrust into her tight depths he wore away at who she thought she was, and he let a bit of the demon trapped within to awaken and plan it’s escape. She could feel it. It was growing. Alive.&nbsp; Breathing. Feeding. Drinking in the heat and the want the friction of their bodies created. <br><br>Her cheek drug against the mirrored wall the high cheekbone of her fine features bearing what leftover momentum each patient and forceful impale shot through her afflicted body. Her full lips drug below her cheek, a string of saliva clinging to her plump bottom lip as delicately as the string that held back her release. A thread tied with his painfully slow movements. It hung perilously close to giving way, just as her climax did. <br><br>His palms moved from her tight straining nipples to grasp her slim bare shoulders. Unbelievably, his movements became even more anguishing in their teasing. He would buck her off of him just to pull her back before the swollen tip of his cock escaped her. But it was done with such a deliberate and unhurried pace her climax refused to listen to her beckoning and urgent whimpers and cries, preferring instead to listen to the measured call of his pace. <br><br>Korrin was deteriorating into a creature driven only by her sexually wicked need for release. Her need became a depraved necessity for survival. If she did not relieve the exquisite suffering, if she did not release the still building power of her release, if she did not let her body achieve the gratification it so desperately craved, she would be consumed like dry grass in a prairie fire. She <i>had</i> had to cum. Every nerve was filled with the ache that started in her hot slick swollen throbbing clit. <br><br>Just as she thought it might be the moment, just when she thought even the painfully gradually fucking was enough to let her explode, he stopped. Korrin cried out in anger and frustration, her sweat soaked face contorting in desire and maniacal rage. She would have fallen her legs quaked so with her maddening desire for release if not for the strong grip in her silken hair. There was a flash of pain in her scalp, but in her state it only succeeded in torturing her more, adding another sensation to the cacophony of stimulus she was inundated with. <br><br>Her back to the wall, her breathing loud and ragged, her face smeared with lipstick, sweat, and spit. Her eyes glazed and bestial. The demon within her was raging and close to full life. Its final nutrient would be the momentous orgasm dangled in front of it. His snarling assault on her face only moved it closer. Her claws rose to grasp the broad shoulders that pinned her to the wall and she sunk into his flesh, pulling him to her as her hips rolled and rocked and searched for him, searched for what she must have. <br><br>Finally, as his slick writhing kiss met her, she felt him again plunging into her. Korrin screamed with need into his mouth. She sucked his tongue deeper in symbolism of what she wanted him to do with his hard pulsing cock. Her lips wrapped around his tongue as the lips of her sex wrapped around his steel, and she sucked him deeper with both sets. <br><br>As he released his restraints and fucked her hard and fast she released his tongue in favor of his lip, biting it very firmly, her nails still raking his shoulders as she was lifted from her feet. Korrin could barely control her movements. Her tight body undulated between him and the wall as he held her suspended from the floor and assaulted her canal over and over again, faster and faster. <br><br>Finally, the string snapped and the torrent of pent up aching need burst from her like a hurricane. Korrin smashed her lips to his as the sweat poured from her and tears ran from her eyes, a deep deep gutteral cry escaping her like a rush of fire freshly fed by oxygeon. It was so overwhelming her vision was filled with stars. Wave after wave of rapturous release radiated and stormed from her sex, shaking every nerve and fiber of her being. She quaked and shuddered uncontrollably, her walls clutching tightly around his cock, begging it to fill her with jet after jet of his hot cum. Her orgasm tried to milk his from him. <br><br>As the waves continued to burst from her, the last of her visage fell, and she was no longer the Korrin she had been, but she was someone far different. As every function of her body played slave to this thunderous release, she was marked as distinctly as a whip across her back. The look in her eye changed and she grew even more depraved in her indulgence of the pleasure that ran through her as distinctly as her blood did.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>01-08-2006, 23:08:43</strong>
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				She had completely blossomed over the last few moments.&nbsp; A snarling, lust-filled animal when he was fucking her, bent over from behind, and now, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and her nails leaving angry reddened lines on his back and shoulders, she was nothing more than lust and need.<br><br>She was elemental now, like a storm.&nbsp; Careless of what or who got in her way, and she was simply <em> being </em>.<br><br>Her mouth worked up and down his tongue as she would, suck on his cock.&nbsp; Hungry...desperate...rampant in her encouragement, and he met her molten kisses with ones of his own, ontop of thrusting in and out of her harder and harder...deeper...faster.<br><br>Her orgasm was like a wave of heat and perfumed lust washing over him, and it was her wanton gasping and spasming pussy that dragged him over the edge of control.&nbsp; His hand tearing out of her hair and hammering a fist against the wall beside her head as the sensations build up inside of him.&nbsp; His heart hammering in his head, and his vision fading to a bright white light as he cries out in snarling protest.<br><br>Sweat dripping from his nose and chin and onto her face as his head snaps back and then swings forward as his own orgasm rocks his entire body.&nbsp; She can feel him tense, feeling his strength as well as feeling his helplessness as the orgasm claims him. Slamming her up against the wall of the elevator, she can feel two of his fingers slide into the heat of her mouth as his thumb smears sweat and lipstick across her chin and cheek more.<br><br>His cock throbs inside of her, seemingly swelling for a moment inside of her before fountaining inside of her.&nbsp; Painting her insides with his hot cum.&nbsp; Low...dark...snarls and whimpers spill out of him and he bites on her neck as his hips continue to pulse against her body.&nbsp; His cock filling her with cum, and then slipping out of her as his control leaves him and she can feel more of his cum splash against her lips and clit as well as he lower abdomen.<br><br>Dragging in a ragged breath...his fingers slowly slipping out of her mouth as his lips find hers.&nbsp; Kissing her through chattering teeth while he still holds her off the ground.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>03-08-2006, 00:07:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His climax hit her almost as hard as her own had, and was no less gratifying. As she convulsed around him, and was driven to insanity by her release, she was satisfied to feel and hear the power behind the fist hitting the wall by her face. His fire fed hers, he had ignited her, she had ignited him, and together they burned hot and deep and severe. <br><br>His jerking head sent a scattering of hot salty sweat spraying across her face and into her gaping mouth, and she swore she could here it sizzle and steam like holy water on the unholy as it met her flesh. She relished the taste of the drops on her tongue, savoring another bit of him. And then she felt his fingers invade her mouth, and she sucked on them hungrily, cleaning her juices from them. Korrin had never tasted them, and had never dreamed she would, and that she would find it sweet and sensuous…but she did.<br><br>She could feel his thumb smearing over her face, and as he had his fingers in her mouth, it gave him a grip on her face, another way he possessed and commanded her. In yet another way she was at his mercy as her body writhed and bucked and spasmed.&nbsp; <br><br>And then she felt the jets of his seed powering inside of her, filling her with his hot cum. She could feel the power of his pulsing as her tight passage gripped him and milked it from him. And then she felt him slip, and felt the hot liquid coat her sex and her belly. It was primal and dirty and iniquitous and wholly wicked, and she just craved more.<br><br>Korrin was coming back to earth, slowly, as he withdrew his fingers and met her quivering lips with a kiss. He was shaking as well, and she pressed her mouth to his, breathing nosily, gasping through her nose and she tried to pick up the pieces.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She was nothing more than smoldering wreckage of the architecture of her identity. She was torn down to a base existence, every plane of her façade shattered. He had stripped away every vestige of the image she had spent years creating and honoring. The ruined remains of her clutched him tightly, her body quaking and shuddering as it was suspended off the floor, her arms and legs wrapped around him and her back against the wall. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>03-08-2006, 02:23:48</strong>
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				It took a few moments for him to hear the thumping over the chattering of his teeth and their combined ragged breathing.&nbsp; It took more time ontop of that for him to realize the thumping wasn't his heart in his head, but was actually something...someone?&nbsp; Someone thumping on the top of the elevator.<br><br>A muted voice shouting;<br><br><em>"Hold on!&nbsp; We'll be in there in a few minutes!"</em><br><br>He can feel her tense.&nbsp; He can feel reality slowly seeping it's way back into her conciousness after all the work he had done to let her blossom.&nbsp; To simply let her be.<br><br>He kisses her hard.&nbsp; His tongue sliding inside her mouth once again, and reminding her of where she is, what she is, and precisely who she is with.&nbsp; The kissing lingering as his tongue claims her, his hands keeping her held tightly to him, and over time the kiss becomes more sincere...gentle.<br><br>Running his teeth across her lower lip;&nbsp; his eyes never leaving hers as he takes a step back and reluctantly lowers her high-heeled feet to the floor.<br><br>The mirrored wall behind her is a smeared mess of sweat, spit and the rest of their powerful encounter.&nbsp; His hand resting up against her breast bone as his other hand grips her torn camisole and with a sudden pull and twist of his hand, he tears it off of her completely.<br><br>Stepping close to her and whispering low, against her ear...warm...impossibly calm.<br><br><em> " Put that in your brief case..." </em><br><br>And she can feel her soaked camisole placed in her hands while his other hand smoothly tugs at her skirt and lets it slide down over her hips.&nbsp; He crouches a moment picking up the jacket she had pulled off in a fit of wanton need.&nbsp; He's remarkably calm, and gentle with her even as she can hear drills and more thumping up above her.&nbsp; Strangers coming closer and closer to seeing her in such a ravaged state.<br><br>Her jacket is back on and he's holding it closed with one hand against her glistening, lush breasts when she see's the flash of white.&nbsp; A business card, slid confidently between her heated flesh and the waist of her skirt.<br><br><em> " Don't lose that..." </em><br><br>He speaks low once more as he kisses her warmly and soundly on her lips as he takes a step back and pulls up his jeans, buttoning them up and doing up his belt.&nbsp; His attention moving to the ceiling as an access panel is slid open abruptly and flashlight beams knife through the twilight shadows inside the elevator.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>04-08-2006, 07:55:54</strong>
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				He was always with her. Even when she wasn’t directly thinking about him, he was there, lurking in the corners of her mind, and undeniable and intense presence. And amazingly, it wasn’t the overwhelming eroticism of their encounter that kept coming back to her, kept distracting her…it was after…his calm voice, his gentle commands, as he put her back together. The way he had pulled her skirt down, replaced her jacket…<br><br>Not that the coupling didn’t haunt her. It had scarred her, disfigured her, but not in a negative way necessarily. She was changed, and the healing, the scar tissue, was morphing her into something that she wasn’t before. Like a forest sprouting new growth from the ashes of a devastating fire, she was being rebirthed. <br><br>The evidence of her change was subtle to most. She wore her hair down quite often now. Her skirts were a bit shorter. And there was a new sensual nuance to the way she moved and flowed. But there were other changes that only she could see and was aware of. She craved carnal pleasure like she never had in her life. The ache at the apex of her legs was constant, and she relieved it often. Her lingerie had taken on a sexier tone, the colors deeper, the fabrics more luscious, and the cuts more risqué.<br><br>And here in her office, alone, she craved him again. She looked at her phone. She had called him twice, no, she had called him a hundred times, but only had the nerve to leave a message twice. And in the week since their time together in the elevator, he had not returned her call. If he had known how many times she dialed all but the last number of his phone number, he would not only have not returned her calls, but he would be fleeing for the hills. <br><br>She was obsessed. <br><br>Korrin shifted in her chair as she composed an email. The need was becoming unbearable. As she typed away in reference to antecedent information and P&amp;L’s, she squeezed her thighs firmly together and arched her back slightly. She was remembering his fingers as he manipulated her, her face smearing against the wall. <br><br>She hit send and then sat back,&nbsp; relaxing in her chair. Her eyes closed and she tried to ignore the tightening of her nipples, and the way the lace of her bra stimulated them. And she tried to ignore the throbbing that was starting in her clit. But it was impossible. She needed relief. <br><br>Korrin kept her eyes closed, as wet her lips with her tongue. She swallowed and raised one graceful hand to stroke down the side of her neck and over her collarbone before moving to cup her full breast, squeezing it firmly through her clothing, her erect nipple trapped between her fingers. Her breaths were already becoming deeper and her lips parted. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this here, just like she and Michael should not have done what they had in the elevator…but just like then, she had no control over her desperate need. <br><br>Her other hand rose to cup her other breast. Both thumbs ran over her nipples, the feeling very intense as they slid around easily through her clothing. Small bolts of electricity shot from the buds atop her breasts to her moistening sex. Korrin slipped off her heels, and stroked her shapely left calf with her stockinged right foot, loving to be stroked everywhere, even if it was by her own hand. Again her thighs squeezed together as she rocked her hips once in her chair. <br><br>Knowing without a doubt where her actions were leading, Korrin slouched lower in her chair, and moved her hands to grasp the sides of her skirt, hiking it to the top of her thighs, revealing the lace tops of her thigh high stockings. She bent her knees and brought her heels up to rest on the edge of her desk, and let her legs fall open. This put a delicious tension in her sex that pushed her clit up and out further as it swelled. <br><br>Korring bit her lip firmly, loving the little bit of pain, and the extra sensation it lent to everything. Her right hand moved to unbutton the top three buttons of her blouse, and the left slid lower to cup her sex through her panties. As her right hand slipped inside of her bra to take hold of her left breast, she moved her left hand in a circle, using her whole palm to work the fire higher. <br><br>Her teeth let go of her lip and she exhaled sharply. She was so in need of release. As her hand pinched and twisted her firm nipple, she moved the other one higher to slide down the front of her white panties. The three middle fingers found her sex, the very middle one coming to rest beside her swollen pearl. Very gently she worked those three fingers up, and then all the way down her slit, her breath catching in her throat. She was very sensitive, and couldn’t take direct stimulation yet, her fingers stayed to the side s of her clit, letting it glide between her fingers. <br><br>Reaching the base of her channel, she probed deeper, wetting her middle fingers with her juices. She always got extremely wet, especially when she thought of him, and this time was no different. Her fingers slithered back up to her aching clit again, moving much easier now that she was coating herself. Again she avoided the nub peeking out from under it’s hood, and instead moved to rest above it, her three fingers embracing the hidden shaft. Her middle finger on the top, and a finger on each side of it. <br><br>Her head lolled to one side, her eyes still closed. Still with her hand cupping the supple flesh of her breast, she started to move the three fingers on her sex in unison, very lightly, and very slowly, in a counter clockwise direction. She whimpered as the stimulation hit her, and her mouth dropped further open. <br><br>It was this same gentle stimulation that would take her halfway. She slowed her movements at times, teasing herself, coaxing the ache deeper. Other times she would stop and simply press firmly against the swelling nub. But no matter how she moved them, they never strayed from their position. This part of it was just pleasure…just reveling in the feel of the sensations radiating from her sex. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>04-08-2006, 15:13:05</strong>
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				He had been consumed by her.&nbsp; Even before he knew her name from the two messages she left for him, she was always in his thoughts.&nbsp; She had been an incredible distraction for the last week, and her punishment for being such a distraction to him was the fact that he ignored her.&nbsp; He could hear the tentative, unsure need in her voice in the messages.&nbsp; He listened to them everyday.&nbsp; He wasn’t concerned about her going out and finding another man.&nbsp; In fact he almost embraced that idea.&nbsp; He knew she would return from an encounter with another man feeling twice as needy and empty as she had before.&nbsp; He wasn’t egotistical but he was quite…quite confident in his encounter in the elevator with her.&nbsp; He had been devastated by it, and something tells him that she felt it that much more keenly than he did.<br><br>It was Friday; eight days after their first encounter and if she had plans for the evening he was hoping to derail them.&nbsp; When he got off the elevator on her floor, he gave the receptionist a confident smile that suggested to her that he knew the colour of her panties without her even having to show them to him.&nbsp; Despite the fact that it was Friday, he was still dressed in his corporate-killer attire.&nbsp; The good thing about more women being in the workplace was that well-made, well-fitting suits were always appreciated more, and with his salary, tailored suits were simply an everyday occurrence.&nbsp; It paid off in meetings, and from time to time, it paid off with the female co-workers, but now…Korrin had a grip on him whether she knew it or not.<br><br>He knew where her office was.&nbsp; He had already done the research, and as he walked down the hall he savoured the memories of her perfume that had mingled with the scent of her sweat, and her lust.<br><br>His fist pauses only a moment before knocking on her door.&nbsp; Taking one more moment to savour the memories of her completely unbridled in the elevator with him.&nbsp; He knocks twice in a sharp manner.<br><br>Pausing…waiting close to a minute, and then knocking twice more, but louder.&nbsp; A wave of disappointment washing over him as perhaps she left early for the weekend and he missed his opportunity.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 10:26:43</strong>
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				The room was still, save for the sounds of her ragged breath, the soft hum of her computer, and the subtle wet sounds of her fingers. She had teased herself long enough. It was time to get down to the business of relieving the pressure and the aching need to climax. Her canal craved being filled, and her clit pleaded for more as it pulsed with life. The soft sweet scent of her sex blended with her vanilla perfume to an intoxicating aroma, signaling that she was at full readiness. <br><br>Korrin was soaked. Her sex was dripping, the juices ticking her ass as they crept towards her chair. If she wasn’t careful she would leave a telltale sign on her clothing. But she would alleviate that concern presently. <br><br>Briefly removing her hands from her body, she pushed on the desk with her heels, practically tearing her panties from her body, down her smooth stocking covered legs. Her hips fell back to the chair and she yanked the lingerie from her feet. She hiked her skirt a bit higher, and let her legs drift open again. The air was intensely cool and lapped against her hot wet sex, and she moaned quietly at the feel of it. <br><br>Her breasts were ignored as both hands found her begging pussy. The right hand took it’s position again, the same three fingers being called upon, and placed at their former position. Her left hand moved lower, her middle and ring finger sinking into her depths. Again, a moan, this one deeper. She felt so empty, and craved the cock she’d had a week before, but this would have to do, as it had many times this past week. <br><br>The fingers inside of her curled pressing upwards against the fleshy spot inside. Her torso tensed and her breathing stopped as she stifled the cry that wanted to escape her. She let the pressure ease, and then pressed upwards again, once more eliciting a stifled cry. Her right hand started to move as before, circling counter clockwise, though this time the movements were more concentrated and intense. Faster and more hungry. But still they hovered a fraction of an inch above her small pearl, the direct touch would be too much at this point. <br><br>Korrin worked a rhythm, her hips rocking, the fingers inside her tight wetness pressing upwards with&nbsp; every other revolution of the three torturous fingers of her right hand. She worked slightly faster, and then slightly faster still. It was coming for her, creeping up on her, stalking her. She could feel her climax breathing behind her, promising to pounce. She just needed to bait it a bit more. <br><br>Her thighs and groin tensed, her lower belly tightening. Her clit was swollen and pounding and slick and it was ready. She grit her teeth and prepared for the first wave of bliss. <br><br>*rap rap*<br><br>She almost screamed in frustration, but simply stopped her movements, her eyes shooting towards the door. Someone was there, someone to see her. It was a fucking Friday afternoon, hadn’t everyone gone? <i>Fuck!!!</i> Korrin whimpered in need and frustration, but yanked her fingers from her sex . The were glistening and thick with her juices. She couldn’t adjust her clothing with him this way. Her eyes sought out the box of tissues on her desk. Empty. <br><br>Korrin shoved the three middle fingers of her right hand into her mouth, and put her feet back on the floor. She fervoredly sucked on them, trying to clean them. On shaky legs she stood and shook her hips, trying to get her skirt to fall over her hips. Not having success, she ripped her right hand from her lips and straightened it as she shoved the middle two fingers of her left hand in her mouth, cleaning them in turn. <br><br>*Rap Rap*<br><br>Both hands semi clean, she buttoned her blouse, her breath still haggard, her breasts still heaving, her nipples still painfully hard. The ache in her sex was so very intense…she was shaky and trembling as she hovered on the edge. One push on her clit and she would be leaning over her desk writhing in ecstasy. <br><br>Instead she collapsed in her chair, her shirt buttoned, her skirt lowered, but her shoes off, her wet panties on the floor next to her, her sex dripping, her body in need, and her face flushed. <br><br>“Come in?” &nbsp;<br><br>Her voice was much much shakier than she wished it to be, but there was no helping it now. She attempted to pull a mask of composure over the primal demon that had almost escaped. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 20:45:42</strong>
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				He can feel an electric swirl of excitement when he hears her soft voice, muted by the closed door.&nbsp; Unlike some men that might second guess their purpose for entering her office, he has no reservations whatsoever.&nbsp; She has been ever-present in his thoughts since getting trapped in the elevator with her.&nbsp; Her awkward messages had only caused him to smile and ache for her.&nbsp; Wrestling with calling her back or letting her stew...simmer in her need and self-doubt.&nbsp; A few hours before the weekend is the perfect time to spring upon her.&nbsp; Maybe she's already planning on what she will do this weekend, or lamenting the fact that she has no plans.&nbsp; He plans on changing all of that.<br><br>Pushing open the door and stepping inside her posh office, he's assaulted by the air conditioning but by something else.&nbsp; A warm, seductive tendril that dances across his senses and makes his abdomen clench when he breathes it in.&nbsp; It's right there...dancing about on the air, and he can smell it as sure as he can smell the leather of her sofa in the room, and the wood polish that's used on her large desk.<br><br>He knows that scent.&nbsp; He's <em>tasted</em> that scent, and a smile forms on his lips even before he has turned to look at her.&nbsp; His tall, broad form standing at the other side of her office.&nbsp; A desk and eight feet of space between them both, but for a moment as his eyes meet hers, he is thrown crashing back into the elevator with her.&nbsp; Her breath on his face, her nails scraping across his shoulders, her taste in his mouth.&nbsp; His nostrils flaring in an almost predatory manner; his chest expanding as he takes in all the scents of the room, but by far, the most valued scent he savours is the scent of her need.<br><br>Resisting the urge to move to her, he releases&nbsp; the single button holding his suit jacket closed and speaks warmly.<br><br>&nbsp;" Good afternoon Korrin...I've been thinking about you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 23:17:26</strong>
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				Korrin expected a lot of people to be at her door, but never had she expected Michael. At the sight of him her stomach flipped, her sex throbbed, and her lungs constricted. His quiet confident movement, his rugged handsome face, the velvet sound of his voice…she was drowning in him, sinking to the bottom and staring up at the light of the surface above her. She fought to not let it consume her, but it did. <br><br>The elevator was back, and she actually whimpered very quietly as she bit her lip. It was all so vivid and clear, the sweat, the heat, the mirrored wall against her face, the sound of him tearing her camisole away, him moving inside of her, filling her with his seed and then spilling it on her skin. <br><br>She was careful to not move. Just the sight of him was almost enough to send her crashing headlong into her climax. If she squeezed her thighs or rocked her hips just right, it could all explode right in front of him. It was almost tempting, she almost wanted to display to him the depraved and wicked creature she was becoming, but she had a shred enough of modesty and decorum left to try and stay in control. And she didn't know how he remembered the time they had shared. It may not have been much to him. <br><br>“Michael…”<br><br>She breathed his name, a strong exhale of breathy hot sound. <i>Get ahold of yourself…</i> Korrin wet her lips and took another breath, actually having to consciously remind herself to breathe. Her full chest deliberately rose and then fell, straining the front of her blouse a moment, then allowing it to relax. <br><br>“…it’s good to see you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>16-08-2006, 21:47:35</strong>
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				The way she said his name...like a prayer... It makes something dark and hungry uncoil inside of him.&nbsp; Something that hungers.&nbsp; Something that wants.&nbsp; His eyes leave her beautiful face for a moment to linger on the swell of her heaving breasts before slipping back to meet her eyes and he gives her a confident smile.<br><br>Silent as his nostrils flare once more, testing the air like a predator and savouring Korrin's need as the air in her office is thick with it.&nbsp; &nbsp;He closes the distance between himself and her desk; each step taken, escalates his desire for her, which he had already thought met it's limit.&nbsp; He wants everything from her.&nbsp; He wants her intoxicated from him.&nbsp; He wants her pulling at her hair;&nbsp; frantic for him, mascara-tinged tears slipping down her cheeks because she thinks she'll die if he doesn't touch her, take her, use her and love her.<br><br>He looks her over for a moment,&nbsp; his eyes on her, seeing her naked beneath her skirt and blouse.&nbsp; The places he's touched, tasted, cum on...&nbsp; Giving her a dangerous smile as he watches her completely frozen form.&nbsp; Like she's afraid to move, as it will reveal what she was doing only moments before he came in.&nbsp; Like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.<br><br>Moving silently around her desk, she can feel his hand grab the back of her chair, his fingers coming close to the side of her neck and she feels him pull on the chair.&nbsp; Rolling it back, away from her desk and over to the large windows that look out over the sky line and the neighboring business towers.&nbsp; The chair she sits in is spun smoothly so that he's now standing in front of her.&nbsp; His profile and hers appearing in the large window as he reaches out to her; towering above her as his fingertips lightly caress her cheek and down along her jaw.<br><br>His voice is low...firm.&nbsp; Like rough leather dragging across her silky skin as he speaks.<br><br><strong> " Show me what you were doing, Corrin." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>17-08-2006, 09:19:44</strong>
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				She devoured his gaze as it dripped from her face to her rising and falling chest, and then back again. His look was as stimulating as his fingers and lips would be, and fed the deep hunger for release she possessed. Her nipples stiffened even further, straining against her bra and her blouse, the small gap in the buttons revealing the lingerie beneath. The self-assured smile he gave her made her quiver...she was fairly sure he knew what she had been doing only moments before. Her sex was still pulsating and throbbing, shaking on the edge of the cliff, ready to either be pulled back or pushed over the edge. <br><br>The way he inhaled was almost bestial; she could see the way his nostrils drank in her scent. She could feel every detail of him, the slight growth on his jaw and cheeks, the flex of his thighs as he consumed the distance between them in long confident strides, the thickness of his neck and the adams apple she wanted to wrap her lips around. <br><br>His approach, like a meteor, crashed into her personal space, sending her reeling just from his being there, just from the magnetic sexual aura that surrounded him. He was the type of man that drew a woman’s gaze, made them bite their lips, made them go home and fuck their husbands extra hard. Michael moved like a primal force, a quiet prowler that could be felt in the shadows, even as he kept right in front of you. <br><br>Her climax should be retreating. As the moments passed without stimulation, she should be recovering. The blood should be redirected away from her sex, and all that should be left was a mild ache and a sheen of wetness to testify to the brink of her bliss. But he…he held it close. The images of the elevator continued to flick against the wall of her mind like and old reel to reel film. Keeping her poised and on the precipice of release. <br><br>He moved behind her, she could sense his hands and braced for his touch, craved it, but it didn’t come. She felt his hands near her neck, but on her chair and not her shoulders…not sliding down the front of her blouse to roughly grip her sensitive flesh. No, he was rolling her chair, stopping them by the large windows, visible to anyone who might happen to glance in the correct direction. <br><br>His touch was a blazing scalpel of concentrated passion. So soft…so gentle…but it was the first lightening bolt of the storm.<br><br><i>" Show me what you were doing, Corrin."</i><br><br>Again he was the epitome of control and calm, just like in the elevator as he reassembled her broken being. He had deliberately, piece by piece, step by step, given her bandages in the form of clothing and controlled words. He had medicated her with his tranquility. And now that powerful restraint was working in reverse. The aftermath had revisited her, but was going to dissolve into the hurricane and rip her apart again. <br><br>And she knew it. And knew she was powerless to stop it…and wasn’t sure she wanted to. But at his words she blushed and dipped her head, her eyes landing on his feet. Her thoughts had gone discolored from his touch, and she couldn’t think straight. It was like when you held a magnet to a monitor, things just went…wrong, at that spot. He was touching her, and the colors were trippy and blurred and everything was distorted. <br><br><i>" Show me what you were doing, Corrin."</i> <br><br>She knew better than to feign innocence…he was creating her, of course he knew what she had been doing. And he had been able to smell it when he walked it, smell it hanging in the air with her perfume, her body heat intensifying it. And he had probably heard the ever so slight labored part of her breathing she hadn’t been able to control. And he had probably seen the deep lustful fire in her eyes that only grew hotter as it fed off of him. <br><br><i>" Show me what you were doing, Corrin."</i><br><br>Her eyes crept back up his towering form, climbing the powerful form that refused to be hidden under the very expensive suit. He looked corporate conservative, but he breathed life and excitement. <br><br><i>" Show me what you were doing, Corrin."</i><br><br>She met his eyes, planning to visually plead with him to not make her reduce herself to the iniquity that he was proposing. But in meeting his eyes, she saw a message; there was no choice, no discussion, and no debate. In that gaze was an elemental force that pushed her as much as gravity. Michael had not requested, he had commanded.<br><br>Korrin wet her lips, leaving them parted. The air should have left them cool with the evaporation, but they smoldered. Her heart did not beat faster, but she was aware of how hard it was beating, a low powerful beat, driving her blood and echoing in her sex and her ears. A war was brewing in her. One side the need and want to please herself and him and release the powerful waves barely held back by decorum. The other side, the need to cling to what she perceived as being a shred of diffidence and propriety, some sense of what she was raised to believe was right and decent.<br><br>Her voice was small and weak. “Michael…” &nbsp;She meant to say more, but in the stirrings of her mind that was the only word she could pick from the whirlwind. She meant to make an attempt to argue her case...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 18:16:41</strong>
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				His fingers finding her face once more.&nbsp; Confident in the way they move, and familiar from the way he explored her in the elevator and from the countless times he has thought about her since then.&nbsp; Lightly stroking her cheek and the underside of her jaw with his fingertips, careless of the fact that people might see them in the neighboring buildings through the windows.<br><br>His touch is warm and light as he strokes her flesh and slowly trails his touch down her throat and lingering at the base of her throat as his eyes drink in the heaving of her breasts beneath her blouse.&nbsp; For some men, it might take the appearance of her nipples, stiffened and eager for attention that would tell them of her arousal, but he knows better.&nbsp; He's known how much she needs it, from the moment he entered her office.<br><br>He gives her a stern look, even as his voice sounds low, warm and patient.&nbsp; As if she is a rock and he is the ocean, knowing that in time, whether she wants it or not, he will shape her to his own desires.<br><br><em> " Corrin.&nbsp; Do you believe that I am the sort of man, to ask twice? " </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 00:15:20</strong>
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				His touched dripped over her skin like molten steel, scorching her, branding her. It was so intense it had to be leaving a mark. But he could mark her wherever he wished; she would walk down the street and display it for all to see. <br><br>Korrin didn’t answer him verbally, there was no need. They both knew that he would not ask twice, and that there would be no need. She would do as he commanded, she would do whatever he demanded and wished of her. Anything, as long as he was pleased with her. <br><br>Her hands slid down her thighs to grasp the hem of her skirt. She kept her eyes focused on his, and pulled it higher, the fabric bunching around her thighs. Her bare lips glistened with the evidence of her prior activities, and she exhaled softly as she felt the air hit them, cooling them. <br><br>Korrin, mindless of the exposure of the windows, raised her feet and rest them on his thighs as he stood in front of her. She needed the contact, and the feel of his muscles through his pants sent a bolt running from her feet to her sex. Her knees fell open, and with a lick to her lips, she placed her hands back where they needed to be. <br><br>She was still throbbing and pulsing, and displayed before him like this egged her desire on even more. As the fingers of her left hand slipped back inside of her, and the fingers of her right hand found her aching clit, she moaned softly. It would not take long at all for her to achieve her postponed climax. And it would be all that more powerful for the denial. <br><br>Korrin pressed upwards with her left hand, against that soft fleshy spot, and the pleasure was blinding, white hot bursts in her vision. A small cry burst from her throat, and her right hand started moving. Her fingers embraced the slick shaft of her hidden pearl, and the circles started again. Teasing herself for just a moment, she moved very slowly. But the desire was too strong for her to hold off. <br><br>The pace increased, and Korrin’s eyes, glazed. Her eyelids dropped halfway, but she could not close them completely. She was trapped by Michael, and wanted to know he was watching her. She wanted to see him see her. It was important for her to know that he recognized how good she was being, how she was doing as he asked. <br><br>It was rushing back, galloping up behind her at full speed. Her left hand nosily worked in and out of her canal, the sounds loud and wet. And each breath was a small burst of need, a small needy cry for release. Faster she worked her right hand, and she felt her clit swell and grow hard. A tensing of her thighs and…<br><br>The climax exploded through her. The intense wave of bliss poured from her core, making her vision blur and her eyes want to clench shut. But she held them open and latched onto Michael with them. Each push of her fingers sent another huge wave of ecstasy running through her body, out to the very reaches of her limbs making her whole body feel as if it were on rapturous fire. <br>After the first few waves she lowered her fingers to push directly on her throbbing clit, sending her body into a spasm, jerking forward in the chair. A primal yell escaped her, yet she still held contact with Michael’s powerful stare. She held onto it, as if she may drown in the overwhelming pleasure if it somehow broke. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>24-08-2006, 22:50:20</strong>
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				He was hungry for her when he first entered her office, but now, he was dying for her.&nbsp; It took all of his strength to restrain himself from simply carrying her out of the building; taking her home and keeping her forever.&nbsp; She knew his thoughts as he knew hers.&nbsp; She knew his wants, as he knew her own.<br><br>Even as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, laying waste to all propriety and leaving behind the newly blossomed, glorious woman spread out on the chair before him, she still knew that he wanted to see her eyes.&nbsp; Her face tilted upwards, displaying the beauty on her face as she was wracked with her orgasm.&nbsp; He had so many plans for her, his mind raced with what he wanted to do to her, to take from her, and in turn; give to her.<br><br>The shameless way she put her small, stocking-clad feet on his thighs, heedless of the window at her side, putting her raw sexuality on display...it destroyed him.&nbsp; Not only did it destroy him, but it completed him.&nbsp; Her desire, and femininity allowed him to see and be what he truly is.<br><br>She can see his desire clearly outlined inside his dress pants, and just a few inches away from where she sits, slumped in her chair and he reaches down to grab her small wrist.&nbsp; Bent at the waist he takes a few moments to slide her fingers into his mouth.&nbsp; His lips caressing her slick, slender fingers and cleaning her...tasting her...feeding off of her.&nbsp; His tongue swirling lightly on the underside of her fingertips all while his eyes met hers.&nbsp; Slowly sliding each of her fingers in turn, in and out of his hot, wet mouth before lowering her hand back to her hot, sweet-tasting pussy.<br><br>Still bent over, he leans close and lightly, teasingly brushes his lips against hers as he growls low...<br><br>" Don't stop Korrin...use your fingers..."<br><br>Straightening once more, standing infront of her and seemingly towering above her, she feels his strong hand gripping the back of her neck as she tilts her face upwards, and she lets a whimper spill from her lips as her fingers begin to move once more over her smooth, soaked pussy.<br><br>His voice sounds thick and heavy as he looks down at her, one hand cupping the back of her neck as his other hand slowly caresses her jaw, and dancing lightly over her lips.<br><br>" Tell me, Korrin. When was the last time you used your mouth to make a man release?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>26-08-2006, 09:15:05</strong>
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				Korrin held her breath as he caressed her fingers, cleaned them thoroughly with his slick hot tongue as he took her digits in between his sensuous lips. The tongue and lips that a week before had been buried in the most intimate places on her body. And as wonderful as they had felt then, it almost felt more wonderful now as his tongue slithered along the creases and joints and savored her taste and her juices, and as the hot wet confines of his mouth drew her in.<br><br>Then he teased her with an almost kiss. Her neck craned, her head rose and tried to steal more than the tempting brush of his lips on hers. She whimpered softly in frustration as he took his lips away from her, and her eyes implored him for more. But that was not in his plan, and she did not vocalize her want. Right now she was to follow his commands, not make requests. <br><br><i>" Don't stop Korrin...use your fingers..."</i><br><br>She wanted to please him, and returned her fingers to her still quivering pussy. As she dipped into the slick recesses of her bare folds she whimpered and her eyes fluttered, but again, she held his eyes. Hearing his voice, having her fingers in his mouth, seeing his swelling want, had all held her at a level of arousal, despite the fact he had removed one of her hands. And now that it was back, and she was still riding the sexual high of the first climax, she knew she could coax a second one in minutes. <br><br>Her fingers slid along the length of her slit, dipping into the thickest pool of her canal, and running back up to her sensitive clit. She barely brushed it, but it pulled another shaky whimper from her, and she licked her lips. <br><br>Michael brought his hand to the back of her neck, and this simple touch sent a shudder through her body. It was like she was being touched by his raw primal force. It was beyond his fingers wrapping around the back of her neck and tilting her head, it was his essence cradling her skull and reorienting it. And the hand that found her jaw and her lips was even more electric, sending tingles dancing through her. <br><br>But again it was his voice, visceral and strong that made her weak, that made her fingers shake in her sex as she followed his power and continued to stroke herself. For a moment she was so lost in the power of it she didn’t think to answer. But finally she gathered herself enough to choke out an answer. <br><br>“Years, Michael…several years.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>28-08-2006, 17:43:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She's such a breathtaking creature and he finds himself mesmerized by her.&nbsp; Her beauty, her awkward desire to fight the waton need that rests inside of her, and the thick, hot, sweet scent of her desire floating in the air makes it nearly impossible for him to stay focused on staying strong with her.<br><br>She wants to be controlled.&nbsp; She wants to be owned.&nbsp; He simply needs to show he's strong enough to handle her...keep her safe when she succumbs to the depths of her own desires.<br><br>His hands slip away from her jaw, and her lips and he moves from her slowly, letting her stocking-clad toes slide down his legs until they're resting on the hardwood floor.&nbsp; Her legs spread wide with her skirt lifted up around her midriff as he moves to stand behind her once more.&nbsp; His hands find either side of her head, controlling her once more as he spinds her slowly in her chair, letting her look directly out the window and whomever might be watching can see what she's doing and see her for what she is.&nbsp; For a moment he gives into his physical need and guides the back of her head against his concealed erection.&nbsp; Her long, honey-hued hair providing a soft, silken cushion against his unyielding shaft as he guides her head slowly against it.<br><br>Then bending at the waist, his fingertips sliding down her face and taking a moment to open the top three buttons of her blouse, and his hands slip inside her blouse, cupping her lush curves through the lace of her bra.&nbsp; His fingertips lightly stroking her stiffened nipples through the sheer fabric as his lips slowly move against her ear and he growls softly.<br><br>"Who was it Korrin?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 02:39:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Korrin whimpered softly as he broke contact, his tender touch leaving her face and her feet dropping to the hard impersonal floor. Still her fingers worked over her swollen and tender clit, her juices allowing her fingers to glide easily where she directed them. Her fingers continued moving even as he turned her to face the window. <br><br>It entered her mind as she looked out at the other buildings and windows that anyone could turn and look and see her spread legs, seen her moving hand, see her skirt hiked wickedly up above her waist. Anyone could know, anyone could see, could see what she <i>really</i> was, what she was becoming. There was no mask to hid behind with herself so blatantly displayed. But stopping was not an option. And if she was truthful with herself, the thought of being watched sent a thrill through her. <br><br>Korrin moaned deeply when she felt the probing at the back of her head. It did not take much thought to figure out it was Michael’s arousal. He was swollen and erect just from watching her and controlling her, and licking her fingers clean. She wanted him to be affected by her, wanted to know he found her desirable. And the evidence of that was sliding along her skull. <br><br>But an even deeper moan reverberated through her when his hands slipped down to the front of her blouse, slowly popping the buttons open she had not so long ago hastily redone. Her breathing grew even more labored and ragged as he rubbed her aching tight nipples through the lace, and he brought his lips to her ear. <br><br><i>"Who was it Korrin?"</i><br><br>He wanted to know who. A bewildered look crossed her face. He wanted to know about the man she had last pleased orally? That though stumped her, shocked her. And she stammered out a whisper, her voice shaky as the pleasure coming from her cunt tortured her. <br><br>“M-my fiancé…ex…ex fiance.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 15:16:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heat and need hangs in the air, and filling his lungs with the sweet, hot scent of her; he finds himself all the more intoxicated by her presence.&nbsp; He hears her response regarding the last man she pleasured, but it's obliterated for the moment as he indulges himself.<br><br>His fingers grow more demanding against her luscious breasts as they stroke and pull at her stiffened, puckered nipples.&nbsp; Squeezing them and twisting the lacey fabric against their sensitive tips.&nbsp; The heat of his mouth embraces her earlobe and his tonge swirls over her soft skin and the earring she has in it.&nbsp; Suckiling, and slowly licking around and over top of the earring and the back of it behind her earlobe, before raking his teeth along the edge of her earlobe and letting out a deep, warm breath.&nbsp; His voice a dark, tempting whisper...<br><br>"Don't stop, Korrin...you will never stop."<br><br>Looking down at he wantonly spread legs and her slender, agile fingers working in and over her slick, hot pussy.&nbsp; His fingers continuing to torment her nipples as he speaks again.<br><br>"Whether it was your fault, or his fault...he's a fool for letting you go.&nbsp; Tell me, Korrin...do you think I will be content with you using your mouth on me, the same way you did with him?"<br><br>Savouring the confusion and bewilderment she had shown when he had asked her his previous question, digging deeper for more and more emotion and allowing it to tangle with her lust and need.&nbsp; Wanting to draw her deeper and deeper into it until she's entirely lost...consumed, and needing him to be the one that brings her back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 22:00:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers pulled and pinched and tortured her nipples, making her whimper and arch her back into his hands. She loved the way he touched her through the laces, his large hands sliding over the fabric and able to stimulate her more firmly. And his mouth on her ear. His mouth was so hot and wet and skilled. Again she was thrown back to the elevator, the way he had crouched behind her and used his mouth on her. The memory sent a strong wave of desire exploding through her, and she cried out softly, pressing against her clit firmly. <br><br><em>"Don't stop, Korrin...you will never stop."</em><br><br>No, she wouldn't. As long as he commanded her, she would do his bidding. Her fingers continued to circle steadily, occasionally dipping lower for more of her plentiful juices, keeping her slick. Korrin was creeping up on climax again. Amazing how just the sound of his voice added to the pleasure her fingers brought her. <br><br><em>"Whether it was your fault, or his fault...he's a fool for letting you go.&nbsp; Tell me, Korrin...do you think I will be content with you using your mouth on me, the same way you did with him?"</em><br><br>It was hard enough to think, what with the bolts of pleasure radiating from her sex and her breasts, and the sensual sound of his voice, the feel of his mouth on her ear. Now he wanted her to answer another questions. She tried to concentrate, to gather her mental facilities, and figure out the honest answer. <br><br>"No Micheal...you...you are special...you get more...you deserve more..."<br><br>She would give so much more to Michael. She would worship him, please him in every way possible with her mouth. He would never be content with the obligatory oral pleasure she gave the last man. He would want her to take pleasure in pleasing him, would want to know she loved it as much as he did… and with Michael, she would. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 01:42:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This woman...she makes him into some sort of animal.&nbsp; He wants to tear into her...bathe and drown in her...His fingers ache to tear the clothing from her body like he had done in the elevator.&nbsp; He wants her gloriously naked, and writhing.&nbsp; Careless of what she has been told and taught is right and wrong, and simply wanting to only feel.&nbsp; To give into what she is.<br><br>With restraint, he shifts his hands and slips them inside the lacey cups of her bra, his fingers squeezing her smooth, warm flesh as he fills his hands with her curves.&nbsp; His palms rubbing directly against her nipples as his tongue lightly slides across the edge of her ear as he looks down at her fingers flickering against her clit.<br><br>His voice sounds like smoke coiling around her skin as he growls breathlessly.<br><br>" Ask for it, Korrin.&nbsp; I want to hear how eager you are.&nbsp; Prove it to me. "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>01-09-2006, 17:19:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Her eyes closed and a strong whimper burst from her throat when his warm hands slipped inside her bra. His palms grazing across her hard tight nipples sent a strong shiver running through her, and with the tongue on her ear she felt as if she were going to implode from the stimulation. Her wet pink tongue slithered out to wantonly lick her lips. God she needed him. He was torturing her, playing with her, but she knew she would be rewarded if she did everything she was supposed to.&nbsp; <br><br><i>" Ask for it, Korrin.&nbsp; I want to hear how eager you are.&nbsp; Prove it to me. "</i><br><br>Just the sound of his voice made her quiver and a bolt of desire shoot outward from her clit to all over her body in a large tingling wave. His voice was made for her ear, the perfect tone, the perfect volume, and it was carried on the hottest breath as it whispered to her. She could listen for hours to his voice, her want growing with every syllable until she came just from his words alone. “Please Michael…”<br><br>She wanted to please him so badly, wanted him to know what he was doing to her. At the same time that he was destroying her and ruining her, he was giving her more than she had ever dreamed of asking for. As her fingers worked steadily in her pussy, she continued her breathy request, almost whining the need was so strong. “Please Michael…please let me show you how special you are. Let me show you how much I want you…please…”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>04-09-2006, 17:32:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands slide free from her sensitive nipples and bra-clad breasts as she asks.&nbsp; The very beginning of things for her.&nbsp; In time, she will beg. In time she will say things that makes a porn star blush, and she'll revel in the way it liberates her and makes her feel.&nbsp; She'll know how safe she is to be whatever she needs to be when with him.<br><br>One hand firmly gripping her chin as two fingers from his other hand slips inside the wet heat of her mouth as he holds her in the chair.&nbsp; Letting her look out over the city and show everyone exactly how beautiful and rare she is.&nbsp; His fingers working in and out of her mouth as she whimpers, and he savours the way she sucks on his fingers and rolls the molten velvet of her tongue around and between his fingers.&nbsp; Spinning the chair and moving until she facing him now; their profiles in the window as he pulls out his fingers and a string of spit spills from her mouth and glistens against her lower lip and chin as he strokes his spit-soaked fingers across her smooth, warm cheek and growls low.<br><br>"Show me now, Korrin.&nbsp; See that I am not disappointed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>04-09-2006, 22:19:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As his hands slid away from her breasts and nipples she whimpered in need, her head lolling from side to side in the chair her fingers continued to move over her slick throbbing clit, stimulating it closer to a second release. <br><br>When his long fingers snaked into her mouth, she feasted on them. As if she were feeding she sucked rhythmically and powerfully on them, her head moving in small circles, her blue eyes closing. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, and could only imaging what the rest of him would feel like, especially his manhood. Her tongue flitted about and slid between his fingers, coating him with her spit. <br><br>He then took his hand from her mouth like he had taken them from her breasts, and she whimpered again, her mouth open this time, the sound coming out like a desperate sigh. She wanted so much more of him than what he was dealing out to her so gradually. As the chair spun her eyes looked up to him imploringly, her hands nosily and wetly moving around her cunt. Bolts of desire continued to shoot through her. She was aware of how now their profiles were visible to anyone who might look. <br><br><i>"Show me now, Korrin.&nbsp; See that I am not disappointed."</i><br><br>Korrin reluctantly removed one hand from her depths, her fingers shining and glistening with the juices whose aroma hung in the air. She rubbed him firmly through the front of his pants, a wet smear from her fingers appearing. Knowing one hand would not be enough to show him, not enough to keep him from being disappointed, she pulled the other hand from her clit, leaving her pussy pulsing in want. <br><br>Her second hand moved to the front of his trousers, stroking him as well. Hungrily she sat up and leaned forward, her mouth moving to the hard ridge her fingers had stroked. Through the fabric of his pants she nuzzled his cock, her eyes closing in ecstasy. She worshipped him, and needed to show him how much she appreciated every part of him he allowed her. Her nose stroked up one side of his shaft and down the other as her hands went to his belt, starting to remove the barrier between her mouth and his skin. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>05-09-2006, 01:44:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She can feel him flex with desire and need as she first rubs her hand against the thick, hard ridge concealed in his trousers, and she can feel the heat of his aching cock when she nuzzles at him, and he flexes once more like a sleeping predator being slowly awakened by the scent of it's favourite prey.<br><br>His fingers slowly comb through her hair, revealing more of her face with one hand resting at the back of her neck, feeling warm and strong as it cups her.<br><br>She's blossoming, right here at this moment.&nbsp; She believes that she's never been more eager.&nbsp; That she's never needed to please and worship and explore a man more than she needs it right now, and the thought warms him.&nbsp; Not that this moment is as precious and sweet as it is, but simply because this is only the beginning for Korrin.&nbsp; <br><br>His hand tightens in her hair, guiding her eager mouth across the fabric that covers him even as her fingers eagerly work to free him.&nbsp; Her mouth is guided up and down&nbsp; his length, letting her feel what she has created through the fabric that is slowly growing damp from her spit.&nbsp; He leaves her mouth at the top, allowing her to suckle at the head through his trousers before he releases her head.<br><br>There will be time when he guides her.&nbsp; When he uses her mouth and nothing else, but at this moment, he wants her to show him.&nbsp; He wants her to work.&nbsp; The problem with beautiful women is that they are given far too much far too quickly.&nbsp; A fool would rush this, and fuck her mouth, and no doubt she would gladly give it.&nbsp; Simply using her mouth like that is far too easy for her, and far too base for him.<br><br>She is going worship.&nbsp; She is going to devour him...destroy him...and recreate him with the glory of her mouth.<br><br>His voice slips out of him like a ragged snarl.<br><br>" I didn't tell you to stop touching yourself, did I, Korrin?&nbsp; You were doing so well up until now..."<br><br>His tone sounds menacing, even as his fingertips lovingly caress her beautiful face...<br><br>"Remove me from my pants and put me in your mouth...Then put both of your hands between your thighs...Show me how you orgasm with your mouth full."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>08-09-2006, 08:46:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Korrin is amazed at how hard, how much he seems made of steel, he is already. She wanted to feel that ridge of steel, take it in her hands, take it in her lips, take it in her cunt. She wanted to feel it against her skin, probing and teasing her like he had done in the elevator. A fresh rush of wetness coated the quivering lips of her pussy. <br><br>His hand tightened in her hair, guiding and commanding her to do as he wished, sucking him through his trousers. She followed his directions, wanting to please him, make him proud of her. The other hand cupped her neck holding her head to him, not letting her pull back even if she had wanted to. <br><br>Then the ragged snarl. She felt a wave of dismay; she hadn’t wanted to displease him. Her heart leapt to her throat as her stomach dropped to her feet. Her blue eyes turned up, imploring a chance at redemption. His tender fingers softened the bite of his tone, and his words gave her the chance she needed to gratify him. Eagerly she nodded, and gasped out two words. “Yes, Michael.”<br><br>Her hands trembled as she worked his belt open, and then unbuttoned his dress pants. The zipper down…she was so close to seeing and tasting him her mouth watered. Her wet tongue appeared on her lips as she grasped his pants and his boxers together and lowered his clothing. <br><br>His manhood sprang forth from it’s bondage, full and thick and hard, and she could almost see it pulse as it strained for her. She swallowed in anticipation of the beautiful cock on front of her, one tempting drop of seed poised on its tip, and continued to slowly lower his pants to his mid thigh. Her hot breath floated out of her mouth, out and across the short distance to whisper across his skin. <br><br>Instinctively her hand moved towards the base of the glorious manhood suspended in front of her, but at the last moment she remembered where her hands were supposed to go. Her blue eyes flicked up to his and she moved her hands back between her legs, finding their slick hot home. Her eyelashes fluttered as the ache surged through her, blinding her with the white want that burst across her vision and a small audible exhale burst from her lips. <br><br>Wetting her lips once more, she inched her mouth closer to his throbbing cock. The head was swollen and looked wanting, the shaft was veined and engorged and looked needy. Korrin tentatively stuck out her tongue, flattening it and running it up the underside of his searing hot flesh. He was salty and male and exquisite in taste. A taste she remembered from long ago, but he was even more superb. <br><br>A low moan vibrated through her chest as she worked her way higher, slowly lapping her way to his cockhead. Surprisingly, once she had her taste of him, she lost her nervousness. Pleasing him,&nbsp; treating him as he deserved, would be easy. It came from the depths of her. This was not just pleasing him sexually with her mouth. This was showing him how deep her reverence was for him.&nbsp; This was showing him how much she worshipped him. How much she valued <i>Michael</i>. <br><br>Upon reaching the top of the underside of his cock, the head resting on the bed of her velvet tongue, her eyes once again sought his, the adulation shining in her eyes. Her full wet lips closed around his tip, and her tongue swirled once, just to get a fuller taste. He was so hot and smooth and succulent. She moaned firmly, savoring the taste and feel of him, and swirled her tongue again for a second taste, the slick underside of her muscle caressing him firmly across the top of his cockhead. Her fingers worked in rhythm with her tongue, circling as it did. <br><br>Having had a chance to savor his flavor, she moved on to taking more of him. First she sucked, her cheeks going concave as she attempted to draw another drop of precum from him. Then she slid lower, sliding him across the satiny bed of her mouth. Her lips sealed around his shaft, gliding over every ridge of him. <br><br>As her head slid forward, so did her hips rock, unconsciously mimicking the movements. Her clit was pulsing powerfully with the need to climax, and she used both hands to stimulate it, three fingertips of each hand on either side of the firm clitoral shaft. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>09-09-2006, 03:05:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The look of devastation and desperation in her eyes&nbsp; when he told her that he was displeased was all that he needed to see.&nbsp; He knew that he had her.&nbsp; He was inside her, and the way that he had driven himself inside of her mentally, emotionally and spiritually was far more meaningful than any way in which he could have fucked her in the elevator.<br><br>The look in her eyes and the way she battles with her eagerness to taste him forever scorches him.&nbsp; As much as he’s inside her, she’s inside him, haunting him and pulling at him.&nbsp; If only she understood how much he hungers her and how difficult it is to stay in control with her…she’s such an angel.&nbsp; Such a temptress all without trying.&nbsp; In time, she will learn and then, he might never get a moment’s peace as she will no dobut make him hungry simply by walking past him and giving him a smile to tell him she knows what he’s thinking.<br><br>And then his thoughts are obliterated by the moment her mouth engulfs the swollen head of his cock.&nbsp; Reverent...needful…worshipful.&nbsp; It’s more than just a woman using her mouth.&nbsp; It’s Korrin giving herself to him.&nbsp; It’s the moment where she is consumed by his presence and all she can think of…see…hunger for is him.&nbsp; Everything and anything he desires, she will be the one that gives it to him and more than simply being the loving wife that indulges her husband, or the reluctant girlfriend that finally relents to something because she’s tired of the whining…Korrin will give it because she needs to.<br><br>He’s silent as he watches her.&nbsp; Letting the soft, wet sounds of her mouth on his throbbing cock fill his and her ears.&nbsp; Her wanton whimpering, and errant moans, both from savouring the sensation of his cock filling her mouth, as well as from her fingers relentless working her tingling clit.<br><br>He’s had women.&nbsp; He’s even had women give themselves to him like this, but nothing compares to Korrin.&nbsp; It’s like falling into the terrible, beautiful embrace of the sun, itself and he fights with the urge to grab her head…to touch her with his fingertips and forces himself to let her explore and worship.&nbsp; Her mouth…her lips and tongue are a molten symphony to his soul while she slowly takes more and more of him inside her mouth and her moaning becomes more rhythmic..more frequent and filled with need as she draws herself closer to release.<br><br>It takes all of his effort to not drown in the sensations she’s subjecting him to and when he can sense that she is dancing along the jagged knife’s edge of release, his own ragged voice finds her ears as he growls breathlessly.<br><br>“ Stop Korrin.&nbsp; Your mouth…your hands…stop.&nbsp; Stop now. “<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>15-09-2006, 22:26:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Korrin was consumed with the sensations flowing between them. The feel of his throbbing cock sliding between her lips like it had slid into her cunt a week before sent waves of weakness running down her limbs. And her fingers had her balanced on the precipice of climax, waiting only for his words of permission to push her over. But beyond the physical expression of their desires, was the tangible energy wrapping around them, binding them forever together with their chemistry and their connection. Even when he left her again, as he was sure to do after this encounter, they would be connected by the energy. An umbilical cord across the distance. <br><br><br><i>“ Stop Korrin.&nbsp; Your mouth…your hands…stop.&nbsp; Stop now. “</i><br><br>Stop? The word meant nothing to her for a moment. For a few seconds longer she held him in her mouth, and her fingers pressed against her slick pearl. But then the comprehension took hold, and she knew disobedience would be worse than the torture of stopping. So with a frustrated whine and small grunt, she stopped. <br><br>Korrin reluctantly pulled her lips from his manhood, her face slick with the efforts of her worship, a string of spit bridging the distance between her plump lower lip and his engorged cockhead. Her fingers ceased their movements, and she begrudgingly pulled them from the intense heat of her sex, running them over her thighs in a needful caress. <br><br>Her eyes, which had never left his, took on a pleading look. The deep blue pools stormed with desire and need. Quietly, almost inaudibly, words slipped from her. Moisture glistened in her eyes, tears welling from the overwhelming need to please him, to show him how he had gotten inside of her. <br><br>“Michael…please…please…I need you…”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>19-09-2006, 00:27:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks positively wrecked, and positively desperate and he's not sure if he's ever seen her look more beautiful.&nbsp; The tears welling in her eyes, a sign of the desperate need she feels is causing her mascara to run just a little and it darkens the edges and corners of her eyes which only seems to make her eyes that much more vibrant and appealing.<br><br>He looks down at her, with his exposed cock just a breath from her beautiful face, the hot, slick sheen to his cock matches the sheen to her lips and chin.&nbsp; Raking his teeth across his lower lip;&nbsp; the momentary pain allowing him to maintain his focus and find the strength he needs to bring Korrin to her true blossoming.<br><br>His hand reaches out and his thumb is smoothly slid inside the wet heat of her mouth, while his fingers slip under her chin, and using only her mouth he lifts her up from where she's seated on the chair until she's standing infront of him.<br><br>He can feel her tongue swirling hungrily against his thumb, her lips wrapping around him like she had been doing previously with his cock and he holds her gaze with his while he guides her using only his hand and her mouth.&nbsp; Moving her around and pressing her back against the window, with her skirt still hiked high, she can feel the cool glass of the window against the bare cheeks of her ass, her legs spread enough to give anyone looking, a clear view to her swollen, slick pussy all while her stockings provide a perfect contrast to her smooth, flushed flesh.&nbsp; His thumb slipping out of her mouth and rubbing her warm spit against her lips and cheek only to griab her by her throat while his other hand tangles in her hair, keeping her pressed up against the window as he leans down towards her.<br><br>His tongue feels like liquid fire against her lips and rather than sliding his tongue inside her mouth, he licks her mouth...tasting her own saliva on her lips and the hint of his pre cum.&nbsp; His tongue...hot...powerful...as it slides up her cheek, over the bridge of her nose and between her eyes.&nbsp; As if his tongue is a brand that is unseen but felt deeply inside of her.&nbsp; His lips hovering dangerously close to her ear as he growls low.<br><br>" Let it out now, Korrin.&nbsp; Use both of your hands...do it and I will consider rewarding you. "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>19-09-2006, 04:57:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sight of his teeth raking over his lip sent another bolt of desire through her. It was a sign of what she did to him, the effect she had. This was far from one sided…she had known that just from the way he had become hard as marble. But that little extra unconscious display spoke to exactly how much he was feeling as well. <br><br>She accepted his thumb eagerly, using it as a substitute for the cock he had ordered her to abandon, but teased her with. As she closed around his thumb, suckling softly, her hot tongue stroking it and caressing it, he pulled her to her feet. Her eyes never left his. She was consumed by his gaze, fully trapped by its power and intensity. He could say more with his gaze than most people could with an hour long speech. He spoke with his body and his movements and his look…he was just power. <br><br>Korrin followed his unspoken directions, her body swiveling to face the interior of her office, the glass of the large windows behind her. She continued to feast on his thumb, her body quivering in denied need and in want of him. Quivering as she realized that she was on full display to anyone who happened to look in the right direction at the right moment. Anyone could see the sexual being he was coaxing from her. They would be able to see her iniquity and the way she surrendered completely to Michael. And she loved it. <br><br>He pulled his thumb from her lips. Her tongue tried to follow it, to coax it back, and she whined long and low, but knew better than to verbalize her complaint. The wet slick digit rubbed across her face, leaving evidence of her hunger, and the way she had wantonly sucked on him. He worked his way to her throat, and she gasped as he firmly grabbed her and with his other hand took hold of her hair. A sharp burst of exquisite pleasure rocked her clit, and she almost came just from him grabbing her and holding her in place the way he did. <br><br>Michael brought his face to her, and she was sure he was going to kiss her. But instead she felt his luscious tongue bathing her face, leaving his mark both on her flesh with his spit, and inside of her with the fully dominant way he did whatever he wanted to her. Again she felt a burst of ecstasy in her cunt, and she growled in need, her eyes glazing with lust and depraved urges. <br><br><i>" Let it out now, Korrin.&nbsp; Use both of your hands...do it and I will consider rewarding you. "</i><br><br>His growl, so close to her ear, reverberated through her, echoing in the deepest parts of her. Breathing heavily through the throat held so firmly by his hand, she brought her fingers back to her sex. Again she was acutely aware of the way that anyone, anyone, could look up and see the primal way she was pleasing herself. They would be able to see the way her slender well manicured fingers delved deep into her channel, becoming coated with the waterfall of juices running from her pussy. <br><br>One hand with two fingers inside of her, pumping vigorously in and out of her tight canal. The other swirling hungrily over her very swollen clit, telling her sex it was finally time. She could finally cum for him, finally show him how powerful he was, how sexy, how much she craved and worshipped him. It took barely thirty seconds of heavy breathing, primal grunting, and drool running from the corner of her mouth before she was bursting for with cries of release. Her body bucked forward from the window, her head pinned in place, only to have her hips slam back into the glass again. She flailed as she felt the waves of orgasm tear through her, ripping her apart and rebuilding her in its wake. She could barely stand, much of her support coming to rest on the hand at her throat and the fingers in her hair. Slight pain blended with the overwhelming pleasure, just adding to the intensity of the moment. Tears streamed down her face in another outlet of passion. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>19-09-2006, 22:29:29</strong>
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				With dark streaks trickling down her cheekbones, her hair toussled and her skin flushed from the orgasm that had just coursed through her, he finds himself completely consumed by her presence.&nbsp; Everything else falls aside into blackness leaving only her pressed up against him.<br><br>He keeps his grip on&nbsp; her throat and in her hair as he kisses her soundly on the mouth.&nbsp; His tongue plunging deeply inside her mouth and letting her tangle her tongue with his.&nbsp; Feeling her desperation subsiding and replaced with the free-floating orgasmic bliss that has now supplanted it.&nbsp; The kiss is hard...long...and conveys the hunger that he still holds at bay and he breaks the kiss with a gasp before pressing close once more and growling against her cheek and ear.<br><br>" You're coming to dinner with me tonight, Korrin.&nbsp; You're going to wear the outfit..."<br><br>His tongue slipping out and running along the outer edge of her ear, before he suckles heatedly on her earlobe.&nbsp; His hand leaving her throat and sliding down inside her blouse until he's cupping one of her breasts through the lace of her bra...squeezing her flesh as he growls again.<br><br>"...you know which outfit.&nbsp; The one that every woman has.&nbsp; Your friends bought it for you...or you did on a day you felt brave.&nbsp; You've never worn it because somehow you've convinced yourself it's too slutty.&nbsp; Tell me Korrin.&nbsp; Tell me what you're going to be tonight at dinner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>20-09-2006, 03:15:37</strong>
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				His tongue was soothingly erotic as he plunged it in between her lips to caress her own. Hers came alive and fervorently tangled with his. She left her fingers in her cunt as she kissed him. She would leave them there until he told her she could remove them. Korrin held them still, and felt herself pulse softly around them, her body slowly recovering from the powerful climax and settling into blissful aftershocks. <br><br>Ragged breaths danced out of her as her body trembled in his grip and he removed his tongue from her mouth. It found it’s way to her ear, teasing around the edge of it, and then feasting on the small bit of flesh that was her earlobe. She moaned softly at the warm wet pleasure that was his mouth. The moan became a whimper as he gripped the firm full globe of her breast and growled with his virile voice in her ear. <br><br>She knew the outfit. The dress. She had been on a business trip, and the airline had lost one of her bags. She’d been forced to buy a cocktail dress quickly, and without trying it on, from the shop next door. On the hanger it had looked only a little sexy. On her…it was scandalous. It was far far sexier than anything she owned, and when she had put it on in her hotel room she had been stunned by how revealing it was, but also by how…sexy…she looked. It had given her pause, but she had been unable to wear it. Instead she had worn her nicest suit, and was horribly underdressed. <br><br>He wanted her to wear it. No, he didn’t want her to wear it; he was commanding her to wear it. And she knew the shoes, too. The shoes her fiancé had bought her and she had worn a couple of times.&nbsp; She actually like the sexy shoes, just had had few opportunities to wear them. They demanded an evening out, and there had been few of those. <br><br>Michael actually wanted her to form words now. Didn’t he understand the primal beast couldn’t talk? Just moan and whimper and grunt and beg for more of him. But he demanded speech, so she would give it to him. She breathed deeply and swallowed, her lips fumbling and forming words with no sound. <br><br>She closed her mouth and took another deep breath. Once again she tried to speak. This time her voice made it out of her throat, though it was breathy and unstable. “The…the dress. I’ll wear it. I’ll wear it for you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>21-09-2006, 01:19:20</strong>
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				" Of course you will..."<br><br>He whispers in turn, not missing a beat regarding her whimpered response.&nbsp; With the dark tears from release and pent up emotion running down her cheeks, and her lipstick having all but been rubbed away, where some women would look wretched, Korrin looks as perfect as she had looked the very first time he had seen her in the elevator.<br><br>He shifts to the side slightly, slipping his knee between her watonly spread thighs and he presses up against her.&nbsp; Letting his upper thigh press against her fingers and in turn, press against her slick, swollen pussy and letting his leg pulse against her.&nbsp; His hands slipping underneath her blouse and lifting it as his hands slide upwards until they're cupping her breasts through her bra until she feels the cups pulled down roughly and his fingers are soon pulling and twisting at her nipples. <br><br>"I'm so lost in you, Korrin..."<br><br>His voice sounding ragged, and almost desperate for a moment before his mouth finds hers in a savage, hungry kiss and he lets her hump wantonly against his thigh as her bare ass presses against the window of her office while his tongue claims her in the same way the rest of him does.<br><br>The kiss is broken suddenly as hye takes a single step back from her, his eyes meeting hers as he growls softly.<br><br>" Squat...use both your hands, and your mouth.&nbsp; Show me what you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>23-09-2006, 22:04:32</strong>
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				Korrin grunted as his leg firmly pushed her fingers back to her still quivering sex, sending intense bolts shooting down her legs and into her abdomen. Her fingers slipped and slid around, the juices of her climax abundant and soaking her hands. It was the pulsing of his leg, and therefore the pulsing of her fingers, that made her lean heavily against the large window so she wouldn’t collapse right then and there. <br><br>His hand worked under her blouse, and she whimpered heavily as he cupped the wanting fleshy globes of her breasts. When he yanked the cups of her bra down, letting her tits spill over the lace, she cried out softly in anticipation. Thankfully he answered her call and grasped her very hard nipples, twisting them carefully. <br><br>He was lost in her…that meant they were lost together, wandering aimlessly through their lust and need for one another. His rough and hungry kiss, full of passion and as urgent as a starving man feeding for the first time in days, sent her reeling even further into her need for him. She needed everything from him, every drop he could give her. <br><br>When he tore his mouth away, she tried to follow it, her head moving forward, her body pushing back against him. But the look in his eyes as he found her gaze stopped her. And for a moment things were silent save their restless and haggard breathing. Then his soft low growl told her what he wanted, gave her direction. <br><br>Quickly she obeyed, practically collapsing into the crouch, grateful she could now please him as he had so pleased her.&nbsp; Korrin was aware that in the crouch her cheeks and sex would be visible to anyone peering up at the right window. And no longer did she not mind, but the thought of it sent another rush through her. All they would see was the beautiful sexy beast that he had created. There would be no image to keep up, no expectations of ‘Korrin’. All they would be able to see was what she really was, and what she wanted to be. <br><br>Thankfully he was still free of his clothing. Quickly she brought both hands to him. Her fingers and palms were dripping with her slick juices, and she wrapped both fists around his hard shaft, coating him with the slickness. She could smell herself on her hands, and now his cock, and it made her mouth water. The sweet and tangy taste would be a welcome one as it blended with the taste of him. She licked her lips at the thought, but for a moment just stroked him with both of her hands. Long, sure, firm strokes, thoroughly coating him. <br><br>No longer able to hold back, Korrin leaned forward and hungrily engulfed his swollen cock head. His precum mixed with the taste of her wetness, and as she expected, it was the most succulent cocktail she had ever tasted. Her eyes closed as she savored it, and she groaned in delight, her hands still firmly stroking him as she swirled her tongue and cleaned every bit of them off of the tip of his cock. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>29-09-2006, 22:05:50</strong>
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				Tom Sanders had a normal life.&nbsp; As normal as you could hope for, without really trying.&nbsp; Without really working that hard.&nbsp; Tom would have to work harder at the end of the month like everyone else.&nbsp; A little bit harder at the end of the quarter like everyone else.&nbsp; He'd eat the same lunch everyday and make the same jokes over and over at the receptionist's desk where everyone gathered in the morning while they procrastinated over checking their email and starting work at the beginning of the day.<br><br>At times, in his office he would simply drift.&nbsp; Tired of work, trying to think of something interesting to say to his wife when he got home.&nbsp; Something they could talk about besides what they wanted for dinner or what was on T.V that night.&nbsp; Sometimes he would look out the window in his office and look at over the city, only to see people running around like bugs, cars waiting for the next green light, everyone living the same life of mediocrity that he did.<br><br>It changed one day when he looked across the plaza and saw her in her own office.&nbsp; He was in the Nucomm Tower and she was in the Excel-Tech Tower.&nbsp; Her hair was always up in a bun, and she was always dressed in typical corporate attire, but even from across the plaza, and all the space between the two of them he could make out how beautiful he was.&nbsp; Maybe he just wanted her to be beautiful, but he believed his instincts.&nbsp; The way he knew that if he touched the sun, he'd be burned to ashes, he knew that the woman in her office across from his was stunning.&nbsp; Men wanted her.&nbsp; Men loved her.&nbsp; She was a goddess and her life was full of smiles and laughter and nights with her spent naked and worshipped in expensive sheets and even more expensive lingerie.<br><br>He couldn't quite make out her face from the distance but she carried herself like a beautiful woman, even though she would stand, or sit and look out the window for nearly as long as he would at times, he knew her life was better than his.&nbsp; Over time she became his beacon of hope.&nbsp; A promise of something better out there and he found more of his time spent each day, looking out the window in hope to catch a glimpse of his goddess.<br><br>Things had changed over the last few days.&nbsp; She was no longer wearing her hair up, and even from where he watched her, he could see that things in her life were changing although he wasn't sure what...or how.&nbsp; Today...he hadn't seen her at all, which give him thoughts that she had a long weekend.&nbsp; Took friday off in order to spend more time indulging in the countless pleasures she subjected herself to.&nbsp; It was he almost obsessive rhythm of working and then looking up and out the window that caused him to see her now seated in front of her window and looking up at a man.&nbsp; A man he had never seen before.&nbsp; In a few moments of silence except for the thumping of his heart in his ears, her feet were on the man's thighs as he looked down at her, and Tom could see the dark tops of her stockings, and he instantly feel a wave of heat wash through him.<br><br>He stood transfixed by his own window, watching it all unfold.&nbsp; Watching his goddess reveal herself to him as well as the man that stood in front of her and touched her in ways that suggested she was more owned, than a goddess.&nbsp; It angered him, and more than that it made him ache with jealousy and envy.<br><br>He could make out her bare ass pressed up against the window as she trembled and writhed in passion all while the man simply touched her, and she touched herself, and then in the matter of an eyeblink she was squatting in front of the man in her office like some kind of porn star eager to please her director.&nbsp; Her legs spread wide as he ass and back press against the window, and by the way he can see the back of her head moving rhythmically, he knows what she's doing.<br><br>He loves her for being able to watch her.<br><br>He hates her for being able to watch her.<br><br>Fifty yards away from where Michael and Korrin tangle their souls with each other, Tom Sanders steps to the side and peeks around the wall and out the window as he watches them.&nbsp; Fifty yards away Tom Sanders reaches down and rubs at the bulge inside his khakis.<br><br>Back in Korrin's office, Michael leans forward as he watches Korrin become more of the wanton animal she was born to be.&nbsp; His hands pressing against the window over her head, his fingers flexing as he tries to find the strength to refrain from fucking her mouth, as the need to watch Korrin is more important than simple, hurried satisfaction.<br><br>His voice sounds as thick and aching as the cock that is filling her mouth as he speaks.<br><br>"Pull it out of me, Korrin.&nbsp; Show me you deserve it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>11-10-2006, 19:54:37</strong>
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				She wanted to make him cum. More than that. She wanted him to feel as if his entire body was being turned inside out and expelled through his cock. Korrin wanted his toes to curl, his fingers to try and grip glass, his body to tighten. She wanted him to feel it, and feel it strongly, and she wanted to be the cause of it. <br><br>She wanted to taste him. She wanted him to fill her mouth with his scalding hot seed. She wanted to feel rope after rope of it to spurt against the back of her throat. The craving to taste the salty offering of his pleasure was deep and strong. She wanted to ‘pull it out of him’, just as he commanded. <br><br>Her hands worked him steadily, but not too quickly. She was more concerned with using her mouth, feeling the smooth head of his cock against her cheeks and her tongue, and the roof of her mouth. She rocked her head forward, sliding her lips down his smooth shaft, taking in as much of him as she could, a seal forming around every ridge and vein. Her breathing came noisily through her nose, heavy and needy. Back again her mouth pulled off of him, sucking softly and rhythmically, pulsing as her head moved softly from side to side. <br><br>Her blue eyes sought his, wanting to see his face as he came, wanting to get a sense of what he was feeling. She held his gaze intently, the pleading heavy in her look, begging him to give her what she wanted. Her eyes closed halfway as she slipped her lips lower again, taking even more of him than before. The head of his cock bumped the back of her throat, causing her to pause and withdraw a little, but she inhaled and suppressed the reflex to gag. <br><br>Once again she retreated, her hand following the slickness of her saliva, caressing his shaft. Slow and stead she worked, this time her mouth pausing on his head to flutter her tongue around it. Her hands both worked, slowly deliberately. She was rewarded with a taste of precum, and whimpered softly in appreciation of it, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth. <br><br>She worked faster, her head bobbing forward after her hands, then pulling back with her fists following. Forward and back, sloppily, hungrily, urgently. Korrin was fucking him with the makeshift cunt of her hands and her mouth, just as wet, just as tight, and almost as hot. The spit coated her cheeks as she lubricated everything she touched, and her eyes held his through it all, quietly imploring him to give her his cum as she grunted and whimpered softly. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>14-10-2006, 01:30:28</strong>
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				She really was only beginning to blossom under his attention but even so new to it, Korrin was dazzling.&nbsp; He could see it in her eyes that never wavered from his.&nbsp; He could hear it in the way she breathed, and the way she whimpered desperately and eagerly to please him.&nbsp; She no longer existed past himself.&nbsp; At this moment she belonged to him and couldn't imagine another moment where she didn't belong to him.<br><br>His hands leave the window as he towered abover her, and her hands and mouth made hot, wet work of his throbbing cock.&nbsp; With spit running from her chin and down her slender throat, her mascara running and her lipstick smeared, where some might think she looked awful, where at an earlier point in the day she might look in the mirror and feel embarassed, right now she embraced what she was and who she was.&nbsp; She knew how perfect and beautiful she was at this moment.&nbsp; His hands lower to her head and grip her hair the moment she feels his cock flex and swell inside of the wet perfection of her mouth.<br><br>His head snapped back for a moment as the sensations she had been creating inside of him since he entered her office, the sensations he had been fighting, he finally gives into.&nbsp; His head slowly rolling back until his eyes meet hers and he looks down at her.&nbsp; Whispering desperately as he holds her head tightly and she feels the first molten jet of cum fill her mouth.<br><br>"Korrin...you're so beautiful...Korrin...oh god, that's right...Korrin, take it all..."<br><br>His instinct is to close his eyes as the orgasm washes through him and he fills her mouth over and over with cum, but he knows she needs to see it as much as he needs to release and he holds her gaze.&nbsp; Allowing her to see what she's doing to him, and where she's taking him as she stays squatted infront of him and anyone else that happens to be watching from the nearby buildings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 16:40:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally he granted her wish, and as his hands lowered to firmly grip her hair, she grunted gratefully. She felt him twitch and swell, growing impossibly hard for the second before he exploded into her mouth. She did not relent in her movements, her head still rocking forward and back, consuming him each time as if it was her first taste of him. Her hands still stroked him in time with her mouth. <br><br>His head fell back and she breathed deep just before he first searing rope of his cum splashed against the back of her throat. Korrin watched the ecstasy on his face, the expression of his pleasure saying as much as his heated words did. But the sound of them made her groan in satisfaction and gratification, knowing she had pleased him as he so deserved. <br><br>She held the gaze he gave her, seeing the way his eyes wanted to flutter closed, the way they narrowed. But he held them open for her, keeping the connection between them. His eyes dove into her, the look branding her soul. Never would she look at another man like she did him. He had marked her as his. The mark wasn’t for others to see, but for her. For her to know that she belonged to him. <br><br>Korrin resisted swallowing, letting the cum fill the cavern of her mouth and leak out the corners to dribble down her chin. She let the hot seed surround his cock as he jerked and spasmed in her mouth, let him soak in it and bathe in it, her saliva mingling with it. Only when the pulses stopped, and his hips relaxed, did she swallow, noisily gulping it down. <br><br>She let him ease from her lips, her eyes still holding his. Her words were soft and meek, full of reverence. “Thank you, Michael.” <br><br>Korrin then brought her tongue forward from her lips and gently cleaned him of the evidence of their tryst. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>09-11-2006, 20:50:47</strong>
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				It had been a simply breathtaking afternoon and if he closes his eyes ge could still remember what Korrin smelled like...tasted like.&nbsp; How good her mouth felt, and better still;&nbsp; the way she looked up at him as she worshipped him with her mouth.<br><br>She was blossoming and tonight would be one more step closer.&nbsp; As much as he had heard other people speak about such things, about how you should remain unattached to a submissive partner, he was finding it increasingly difficult.&nbsp; Truthfully, he felt a great deal.&nbsp; He thought of her constantly and beyond pushing her sexual limits and losing himself in her beauty and presence, he simply wanted to know more about her.&nbsp; To know everything.<br><br>It was torturous to leave her in the office this afternoon when he simply wanted to carry her out and tangle with her in his bed...her bed...any bed.&nbsp; He allowed her to continue to clean him with her mouth until he pulled her smoothly up to her feet by her hair. Kissing her soundly as he commanded her to put him back inside his trousers which she did dutifully while whimpering through the deep kisses.<br><br>" Remember what I said about what you will wear tonight. "<br><br>Followed with more kissing and his hands freely roaming underneath her skirt once more, touching her, exploring...and then the kiss ends as she dutifully writes down her address with shaking hands, and with one final kiss, he reluctantly broke free from her.<br><br>" Seven PM sharp; Korrin.&nbsp; Be ready...and I am very happy that you are mine. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ride (one-on-one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 07:16:30</strong>
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				6:48 pm<br><br>Korrin sat at the dressing table in her bedroom with her forehead resting gently in the heels of her hands and her eyes closed. <i>What am I doing…</i> Her feet were tucked back under her chair, crossed at the ankles as she perched on the edge of the seat, her elbows on the vanity table. <br><br>She was wearing THE dress. The one that had looked so different on the hanger than it did hugging her body. On the hanger the ruffles had looked feminine, and the skirt looked respectable in length. And she had never imagined how low cut it would be on her. She had picked it up hastily at the shop, without trying it on. She had sworn she would never wear it…and yet she had not gotten rid of it. http://www.odgirl.com/media/images/product_detail/FPDRS27-M.jpg<br><br>Korrin sat up and looked in the mirror. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a very loose pile on the top of her head, secured by two onyx hair sticks. A simple tug of each and it would fall to her shoulders in loose waves. Her makeup was heavier than normal, smoky and sensual. She looked stunning, and…sexy. Way too sexy. <br><br>“What am I doing?” <br><br>This time she spoke aloud. She was thinking of Michael. He had completely consumed her and obliterated any presence of rational thought. All she could think about night and day, was Michael. Where he was, what he might be doing, would she hear from him, did he have any clue how deeply he affected her. And it went far beyond their physical chemistry. The chemistry was intense, but there was something much deeper going on. <br><br>At first Korrin had believed it was very one sided. Even though they had only been together once, in the elevator, she knew he was something special. It was in the way he carried himself, and in the growl of his voice, and the look in his eye. She yearned to know everything about him, and to share all of herself. And something about him made her feel safe. <br><br>But today Michael had said something that made her wonder if it might not be as one-sided as she had believed. He had said he was happy she was his. He was happy. And she was his. Did that mean he thought of her as more than a partner in a sexually explosive scenario?<br><br>Her deep blue eyes turned to the clock. 6:55. <br><br><i>" Seven PM sharp; Korrin.&nbsp; Be ready...”</i><br><br>Quickly Korrin slipped into the sandals, the only shoes she could wear with a dress like this. She loved these sandals, but had so few opportunities to wear them. http://imagescommerce.bcentral.com/merchantfiles/2942058/Chic-02.jpg<br><br>Her footwear in place, she grabbed the small beaded clutch and stood, heading downstairs. She would not be late, and there was zero possibility she would be backing out. It was never an option. She needed him like oxygen. <br>
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