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Part Two: Thursday
"There, he left a grant exit, slamming the door with its echoing melody, a unchained and hollow thing, ringing through the obsidian room." - Serena Lawrynce, "Thursday"
Obsidian. I woke to a room of the opaque black world that belonged to him. Every material thing was either satin bed sheets, sensous to the touch, the mirror a shady reflection with the manly black glass as its base, the curtains were dark as well, hiding so much of man I thought I knew. Here, I lay in his bed, against his satin sheets like a virgin sacrafice towards a god. I shivered at the thought.
Soon enough, I notice a black shadow at the corner of the four poster bed, a steady silowhette in the distance, with his sapphire, close to a burning pitch-black like his room, eyes bearing his gaze against my figure. Moments passed, along with my insanity as I kept the silent prey looked down upon by the seductive predator.
"Well? Rather quiet for someone who shook my silence and demanded for her virginity to be taken, while rudely insulting me with you stereotyping the person I am for who I look. I am not a man to take a stranger's virginity simply because she insults and wills it. Who are you?"
I stayed a quiet stranger, afraid of the very words I would invoke in him. Why couldn't I stay sober on Tuesdays? Then, after a while, he had given up with a frustrated scowl, fire and passion burning in the irises of his eyes, apporaching with steps for every heartbeat. Until the dominating tyrant of the bed was inches away, with his skin radiating the heat upon mine, his breath upon mine, and arms locking me in, while he leaned forward, eyes to eyes, almost lips to lips. To move one distance is to seal our lips into a fateful kiss, ending my sanity and practically begging for him to deflower me.
"Not speaking, are we? Listen to me, I don't just let some discriminating woman, no matter how innocently seductive you look or how many times I want to take you in the pitfalls of my bed, to make you moan and beg for more, screaming my name again and again, until we are one. Here me, you are staying in this room, until I get some answers."
I gasped at the intensity of his sexual innuendo. Growling deeply, his eyes flared with a dark obsidian, glaring at something near my mouth: my lips. Which I used my tongue to lick the contours of the cherry pink softness. That was it, I was gone. His hand shot out to reach the back of my neck, drawing my in an adulterous, heated kiss, satin and sweat. Tongues clashed, demanding and punishing the vixen in me, punishing for the passion between us. All this took place while his hand created magic, fondling the curves of my neck, sending shiver everywhere. The tip of his velvety tongue had drawn a long wet circle upon the side of my lips, until the pleasure disappeared. To this, I opened my shady eyes, at the furious face of a man who I had shared this kiss.
"Girl, until you give me an answer, I just might be tempted to grant your wish, but it won't be a fluffy, slow lovemaking. It would be hard, fast, and passionate fucking. Unless you value your virginity, open that vixen mouth of yours before I devour it."
His hand wove through the naughty strands of ebony, while the face of Satin's son was in a intimidated scowl, confusion running through his eyes. There, he left a grant exit, slamming the door with its echoing melody, a unchained and hollow thing, ringing through the obsidian room. Here, I lay, sexually-frustrated and a caged raven against my will of a man who I thought I have fallen in love with. Where was the irony in that?
Serena: *dress in rags and reading from an index card* Please review. I need the reviews to pay for my, er what's this word?, surgery.
Bunny: See how sick she is.
Serena: I can see the old ladies underwear. You know that tall one has a G- Strap.
Bunny: *shudder* Sick child, cough.
Serena: Cough! *spits out a spork*
Bunny: Sporky! Where have you been? Momma's been worried about you, yes I was. *starts to fondle the handle*
Serena: You thought I was sick. Review, read, and then rolos.
Part Two: Thursday
"There, he left a grant exit, slamming the door with its echoing melody, a unchained and hollow thing, ringing through the obsidian room." - Serena Lawrynce, "Thursday"
Obsidian. I woke to a room of the opaque black world that belonged to him. Every material thing was either satin bed sheets, sensous to the touch, the mirror a shady reflection with the manly black glass as its base, the curtains were dark as well, hiding so much of man I thought I knew. Here, I lay in his bed, against his satin sheets like a virgin sacrafice towards a god. I shivered at the thought.
Soon enough, I notice a black shadow at the corner of the four poster bed, a steady silowhette in the distance, with his sapphire, close to a burning pitch-black like his room, eyes bearing his gaze against my figure. Moments passed, along with my insanity as I kept the silent prey looked down upon by the seductive predator.
"Well? Rather quiet for someone who shook my silence and demanded for her virginity to be taken, while rudely insulting me with you stereotyping the person I am for who I look. I am not a man to take a stranger's virginity simply because she insults and wills it. Who are you?"
I stayed a quiet stranger, afraid of the very words I would invoke in him. Why couldn't I stay sober on Tuesdays? Then, after a while, he had given up with a frustrated scowl, fire and passion burning in the irises of his eyes, apporaching with steps for every heartbeat. Until the dominating tyrant of the bed was inches away, with his skin radiating the heat upon mine, his breath upon mine, and arms locking me in, while he leaned forward, eyes to eyes, almost lips to lips. To move one distance is to seal our lips into a fateful kiss, ending my sanity and practically begging for him to deflower me.
"Not speaking, are we? Listen to me, I don't just let some discriminating woman, no matter how innocently seductive you look or how many times I want to take you in the pitfalls of my bed, to make you moan and beg for more, screaming my name again and again, until we are one. Here me, you are staying in this room, until I get some answers."
I gasped at the intensity of his sexual innuendo. Growling deeply, his eyes flared with a dark obsidian, glaring at something near my mouth: my lips. Which I used my tongue to lick the contours of the cherry pink softness. That was it, I was gone. His hand shot out to reach the back of my neck, drawing my in an adulterous, heated kiss, satin and sweat. Tongues clashed, demanding and punishing the vixen in me, punishing for the passion between us. All this took place while his hand created magic, fondling the curves of my neck, sending shiver everywhere. The tip of his velvety tongue had drawn a long wet circle upon the side of my lips, until the pleasure disappeared. To this, I opened my shady eyes, at the furious face of a man who I had shared this kiss.
"Girl, until you give me an answer, I just might be tempted to grant your wish, but it won't be a fluffy, slow lovemaking. It would be hard, fast, and passionate fucking. Unless you value your virginity, open that vixen mouth of yours before I devour it."
His hand wove through the naughty strands of ebony, while the face of Satin's son was in a intimidated scowl, confusion running through his eyes. There, he left a grant exit, slamming the door with its echoing melody, a unchained and hollow thing, ringing through the obsidian room. Here, I lay, sexually-frustrated and a caged raven against my will of a man who I thought I have fallen in love with. Where was the irony in that?
Serena: *dress in rags and reading from an index card* Please review. I need the reviews to pay for my, er what's this word?, surgery.
Bunny: See how sick she is.
Serena: I can see the old ladies underwear. You know that tall one has a G- Strap.
Bunny: *shudder* Sick child, cough.
Serena: Cough! *spits out a spork*
Bunny: Sporky! Where have you been? Momma's been worried about you, yes I was. *starts to fondle the handle*
Serena: You thought I was sick. Review, read, and then rolos.