From: "michelle coursen"
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Date: Wednesday, May 08, 2002 12:17 AM
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Cruel Intentions.
I want to get one thing straight I do not believe in all that hearts and flowerers crap. If it is required of me I will put a good act on to get my conquest in bed. That was what all women were to me. They all put on a good show, but they all wanted the same thing. A good fucking and I was the guy to give it to them. At the tender age of fifteen I had bedded my class, all the Freshman, and I was working on the Juniors. The women couldn't resist me and I knew it. All it really took was a little charm and by the end of the night they slipped their panties off and was begging for me. That all changed when I met her. Who is her? She was my soon to be step-sister and when I heard she was my age I knew I was gonna fuck her. Fat or ugly she would be the ultimate conquest. Kind of sick huh? I figured by the end of the engagement party she would be sucking me off. Boy I was thrown for a loop.
It all started when my father informed me he was getting married to a lovely woman with a daughter my age. He must have felt the wheels turning because he gave me a stern glance and a firm warning.
"Hands off Sebastian this is one girl that is off limits. Get off on all ditzy high school girls and leave this one alone." My father warned me for the millionth time that. He knew about my reputation. Hell where do you think I learned it from?
That's why I was shocked he was getting married. With someone his age too! The lady must be loaded. I mean we weren't exactly poor so she must be the female Donald Trump.
"How do you know she won't be after me?" I asked innocently.
My father glared at me before answering. " I met her and believe me the girl is pure class. She wouldn't fall for your shit. Besides I lover her mother and your not screwing this up for me."
Loved her? Yeah right. Loved her money. Now I wasn't gonna try to screw her until my father told me not to. Typical teen rebellion I guess. The idea of Princess Grace on all fours while I took her from behind was intriguing to say the least.
When the party started and Mrs. Moneybags and her pure daughter were being announced I made sure I was there to greet them.
When I first laid eyes on her my first thought was I wanna fuck her and that was odd. When I first met females no matter what they looked like my first thought was always Wonder how long it would take me to fuck her? Don't see the differnce. You see to me it meant to bed her would be for pleasure not sport. She was exquiste. Brown wavy hair that fell right before her breasts. And those eyes. An emerald green She was small. Tiny in fact but she just oozed sex appeal and I felt a stirring inside of me when she game me a slow sexy smile. That too bothered me. I never felt anything unless I wanted myslelf too. I never groaned or even got hard unless I wanted to.Yes she would be a pleasure to bed and I was still confident with myself that she would be mine by the end of the night.
"Sebastian meet your future step-sister Kathryn Merteil." My father said and I noticed how he stressed the word step-sister. Yeah whatever Dad.
"Charmed." I say giving her my most charming smile and kiss her hand.
Her reaction was to smile a cold smile that made me almost drop her hand. Now this was not an original line on my part. It was always was my opening act.Usually they would giggle and blush. But the bitch just smiled that cold smile and laughed mockingly.
"Tell me Sebastian does that always work? Or do you have to say more bullshit?"
To say I was suprised is putting it mildly. Actually it mostly did work for me. So she needed a little thawing. Nothing I couldn't deal with." You have to excuse me I was just blown away from your beauty." I say sincerly.
"Please Sebastian call me when you get better material." She said and walked away.
The bitch walked away from me! Noone walked away from me. Part of me wanted run after her and grab the bitch's hair and slap that damn smile off her face. But of course I didn't. Even if someone got the better of me I never showed it. Instead I turned and greeted my future stepmother.
"Hello Tiffany. Welcome to the family."
She gave me the once over and I saw she liked what she saw. She looked live every other rich society woman. Fancy clothes with that too tight face that probably was nipped ant tucked in every was possible.
"Pleasure is all mine." Oh god she practically licked her lips while looking at me. So this is your future wife Father? Money sure makes you blind.
After that wonderful exchange I sought after Kathryn. When I found her I held back watching her work the room. She even walked sexy. Nothing too obvious just a confident prowl. She was an enigma to me. I could tell when I greeted her she liked what she saw so what was her problem.
Looking back I laugh at myself actually trying to figure her out. Noone could and noone pribably would.
But she was a challenge to me and I never backed down from a challenge.
Subject:
Date: Wednesday, May 08, 2002 12:17 AM
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Cruel Intentions.
I want to get one thing straight I do not believe in all that hearts and flowerers crap. If it is required of me I will put a good act on to get my conquest in bed. That was what all women were to me. They all put on a good show, but they all wanted the same thing. A good fucking and I was the guy to give it to them. At the tender age of fifteen I had bedded my class, all the Freshman, and I was working on the Juniors. The women couldn't resist me and I knew it. All it really took was a little charm and by the end of the night they slipped their panties off and was begging for me. That all changed when I met her. Who is her? She was my soon to be step-sister and when I heard she was my age I knew I was gonna fuck her. Fat or ugly she would be the ultimate conquest. Kind of sick huh? I figured by the end of the engagement party she would be sucking me off. Boy I was thrown for a loop.
It all started when my father informed me he was getting married to a lovely woman with a daughter my age. He must have felt the wheels turning because he gave me a stern glance and a firm warning.
"Hands off Sebastian this is one girl that is off limits. Get off on all ditzy high school girls and leave this one alone." My father warned me for the millionth time that. He knew about my reputation. Hell where do you think I learned it from?
That's why I was shocked he was getting married. With someone his age too! The lady must be loaded. I mean we weren't exactly poor so she must be the female Donald Trump.
"How do you know she won't be after me?" I asked innocently.
My father glared at me before answering. " I met her and believe me the girl is pure class. She wouldn't fall for your shit. Besides I lover her mother and your not screwing this up for me."
Loved her? Yeah right. Loved her money. Now I wasn't gonna try to screw her until my father told me not to. Typical teen rebellion I guess. The idea of Princess Grace on all fours while I took her from behind was intriguing to say the least.
When the party started and Mrs. Moneybags and her pure daughter were being announced I made sure I was there to greet them.
When I first laid eyes on her my first thought was I wanna fuck her and that was odd. When I first met females no matter what they looked like my first thought was always Wonder how long it would take me to fuck her? Don't see the differnce. You see to me it meant to bed her would be for pleasure not sport. She was exquiste. Brown wavy hair that fell right before her breasts. And those eyes. An emerald green She was small. Tiny in fact but she just oozed sex appeal and I felt a stirring inside of me when she game me a slow sexy smile. That too bothered me. I never felt anything unless I wanted myslelf too. I never groaned or even got hard unless I wanted to.Yes she would be a pleasure to bed and I was still confident with myself that she would be mine by the end of the night.
"Sebastian meet your future step-sister Kathryn Merteil." My father said and I noticed how he stressed the word step-sister. Yeah whatever Dad.
"Charmed." I say giving her my most charming smile and kiss her hand.
Her reaction was to smile a cold smile that made me almost drop her hand. Now this was not an original line on my part. It was always was my opening act.Usually they would giggle and blush. But the bitch just smiled that cold smile and laughed mockingly.
"Tell me Sebastian does that always work? Or do you have to say more bullshit?"
To say I was suprised is putting it mildly. Actually it mostly did work for me. So she needed a little thawing. Nothing I couldn't deal with." You have to excuse me I was just blown away from your beauty." I say sincerly.
"Please Sebastian call me when you get better material." She said and walked away.
The bitch walked away from me! Noone walked away from me. Part of me wanted run after her and grab the bitch's hair and slap that damn smile off her face. But of course I didn't. Even if someone got the better of me I never showed it. Instead I turned and greeted my future stepmother.
"Hello Tiffany. Welcome to the family."
She gave me the once over and I saw she liked what she saw. She looked live every other rich society woman. Fancy clothes with that too tight face that probably was nipped ant tucked in every was possible.
"Pleasure is all mine." Oh god she practically licked her lips while looking at me. So this is your future wife Father? Money sure makes you blind.
After that wonderful exchange I sought after Kathryn. When I found her I held back watching her work the room. She even walked sexy. Nothing too obvious just a confident prowl. She was an enigma to me. I could tell when I greeted her she liked what she saw so what was her problem.
Looking back I laugh at myself actually trying to figure her out. Noone could and noone pribably would.
But she was a challenge to me and I never backed down from a challenge.