James Bond deeply sucked into his lungs the warmth of the tobacco and
felt invigorated. On his last cigarette, he savoured every moment as he
huffed and puffed. The splender looked upon Bond. "So who are you?" moved
the perfect curves of her strawberry coloured lips. "Bond. James Bond.
Perhaps you could join me to dinner?" Her eyebrow rose. "What is on the
menu?" she questioned erotically. Bond became determined for dessert; he
wouldn't miss this one. "Oh, now that's a surprise." he replied with
sensuality. The woman inched her way over. "Can I, help in anyway?" The
conversation hit an all time high in its sexual tension. A kiss aroused
immediately.
Her tongue entered into his mouth as he pulled down her black dress. The beautiful hands she had, not a single crack in them, gently massaged the end of his hair line while she kissed Bond generously. He paused. Remembering that they were out on the balcony, the agent said "Shall we continue inside, darling?" She didn't reply, but instead moved him upward and kept kissing passionately as they crept into the suite, like a slow dance.
A minute's conversation began it's night of lust as the two made their way towards the bed. They quietly undressed in the cool room but their heat left the two heartbeats running wildly. They began to make love for several minutes, tossing and turning, leaving the bed tattered with her dress and his tuxedo. Her arm slipped to the edge of the covers while keeping the pace of Bond's movement and lightly touched frigid metal on the floor.
Like a lightning bolt, she delivered the solid object against the side of his head. He fell unconscious on top of the pillows. She quickly took a second object and twisted it into hole of her first object. Grabbing her clothes, she changed back into her dress. While taking the rope out of a box nearby, she tied Bond's arms against the bed poles. After tying several meticulous knots and checking their strength, she turned the lights back on.
A patch of blood was stained on the pillow that Bond had his head rested on. While his eyes slowly opened, the woman pointed the silenced gun at him with pleasure. Bond looked up and cursed. In the nude and tied up, he couldn't move anywhere.
"I always prefered sex in my own room." he quipped. She smirked. "It was fun for its short time, though. I was hoping for the third course" Bond wanted to spit at the girl but resisted, knowing that there would be consequences for that sort of action. "So I take it that your name isn't Vesna." Her black hair shook in denial. "My only point of living for the last few months was to hunt you down." Bond was fascinated. "Well then, whore, tell me more of your story."
She frowned deeply with a menace in her face, close to pulling the trigger as Bond perspired. "After taking the life of my partner, my lover, I was intent on following you to take my revenge. The night James Bond was to die in agonizing pain turned to hell-ride that I wasn't ready for."
Her tongue entered into his mouth as he pulled down her black dress. The beautiful hands she had, not a single crack in them, gently massaged the end of his hair line while she kissed Bond generously. He paused. Remembering that they were out on the balcony, the agent said "Shall we continue inside, darling?" She didn't reply, but instead moved him upward and kept kissing passionately as they crept into the suite, like a slow dance.
A minute's conversation began it's night of lust as the two made their way towards the bed. They quietly undressed in the cool room but their heat left the two heartbeats running wildly. They began to make love for several minutes, tossing and turning, leaving the bed tattered with her dress and his tuxedo. Her arm slipped to the edge of the covers while keeping the pace of Bond's movement and lightly touched frigid metal on the floor.
Like a lightning bolt, she delivered the solid object against the side of his head. He fell unconscious on top of the pillows. She quickly took a second object and twisted it into hole of her first object. Grabbing her clothes, she changed back into her dress. While taking the rope out of a box nearby, she tied Bond's arms against the bed poles. After tying several meticulous knots and checking their strength, she turned the lights back on.
A patch of blood was stained on the pillow that Bond had his head rested on. While his eyes slowly opened, the woman pointed the silenced gun at him with pleasure. Bond looked up and cursed. In the nude and tied up, he couldn't move anywhere.
"I always prefered sex in my own room." he quipped. She smirked. "It was fun for its short time, though. I was hoping for the third course" Bond wanted to spit at the girl but resisted, knowing that there would be consequences for that sort of action. "So I take it that your name isn't Vesna." Her black hair shook in denial. "My only point of living for the last few months was to hunt you down." Bond was fascinated. "Well then, whore, tell me more of your story."
She frowned deeply with a menace in her face, close to pulling the trigger as Bond perspired. "After taking the life of my partner, my lover, I was intent on following you to take my revenge. The night James Bond was to die in agonizing pain turned to hell-ride that I wasn't ready for."