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Post by London Pryderi on Jul 1, 2007 22:57:11 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. She wasn't offended, she understood his reasoning. Right now, she only wanted her own satisfaction, if she could give him some in the process, more power to him.
Grabbing his collar suddenly, she pushed him back into the wall with a strength that one wouldn't have guessed she had just by looking at her. She still wasn't strong enough to overpower him, but since he hadn't been suspecting it, she managed to pull it off. He could push her away if he wanted. "Look here, now." she said, her Scottish accent breathy, as she was breathing hard from excitement and exertion. "I haven' even asked ya yer name. I haven' asked a single question 'bout ya, 'cept how do ya prefer it. Now ya can either open tha door and have sex wit' me or I can walk away righ' now." she said. Then, she kissed him with such force and passion that she had to move her leg to steady herself.
Letting go, she backed away from him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she asked, "So, wha' will it be?"
(hope I didn't powerplay too much. I can change it if it bothers you.)
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 2, 2007 0:56:07 GMT -5
Luther could have responded quicker but of late he seem to be lagging in reaction. He allowed himself to be pinned, even though both of them knew he could have done something, maybe he was lazy. Just as he was about to make a nasty come back, she kissed him. For a moment he allowed it but then suddenly remember who was meant to be in charge. His hands went up to push her away but she did so already. Wow Luther was getting slow. There was silence between, that awkward one. Finally he smiled, there was no chance in hell he was going to let this slip up.
His hands were behind him now, and he opened the door. It swung open to reveal a oddly neat and almost empty hotel room. Luther stepped backward into the room indicating her to follow him. When she did (I presume she did) His arms wrapped them self around her, this time it was his turn. Hands played at her sides, Luther leant in, not with as much passion as hers, it more was to show he was leading.. or so he thought. His tongue traced her mouth and suddenly his fingers gripped tighter, Luther taking a few steps forward an closing the door with his foot.
He pulled himself away for only enough time to speak "Luther and you?" His words were hoarse, almost breathless. Before he had covered her mouth again, hands entwining themself up to her face. He seem to be trying to remove his boots with his feet and one hand left to fiddle with his belt and buttons on the overcoat.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jul 2, 2007 9:12:21 GMT -5
She went inside and almost immediately, his arms were encircling her. They were nice strong arms. His kisses were saying that he was in charge. Luther and you? His question was unexpected.
"London." she replied. Then he was kissing her again and trying to take his shoes and belt off. She smiled into his kiss. Her feet slipped out of her shoes and then helped him get his off. Her hands drifted down to his belt, undoing it, then she whipped out of the loops, letting it fall to the floor.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 2, 2007 12:38:13 GMT -5
This woman had tactical speed Luther never would have guessed. She was straight to the point too, he liked that. Luther was probably the one wearing the most crap so he decided to ignore her clothes just for this moment. He removed the coat, the jacket and then the shirt, leaving now only singlet, pants and briefs. Only now he took her hand and lead her to a more comfortable spot... the lounge.
Allowing her to continue walking, he hands touched her back and unzipped her dress, he wanted her naked before him, another power hunger thing. From behind, his hands slid the undergarment off. When all her clothes were removed (lol) Luther pushed her onto the lounge and folled her himself. His hands raked nails up her sides, teeth grazing along her chin and to her throat, his breathing heightened.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jul 2, 2007 13:26:07 GMT -5
As she helped him out of his shirts, she was amazed by his muscular body. She trailed burning kisses from his lips to his neck. Then she was being led to the lounge. As she walked, he unzipped her dress and she slipped it down her body without even stopping. Then up came the white silk slip, it was over her head before it could even be registered she was wearing it. Down came her panties. She hadn't been wearing a bra.
Then she was on the lounge with him on top of her. Her breath came harder as his nails raked her sides and his teeth grazed her neck. Her hands unbuttoned his pants and her tongue traced his jawline.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 4, 2007 1:27:14 GMT -5
Luther closed his eyes, enjoying the softness of her tongue on his skin. He felt her hands undo his pants, when they were undone he took them off along with his briefs (he need to invest in boxers lol) His own tongue darted on her cheeks, when his head finally came back onto hers, giving a passionate kiss. Hands now moving to her shoulders and pushing her back onto the lounge.
Luther stretched out to the coffee table and into its drawers. Pulling himself away from her he focused on what he was searching for. He finally pulled matches out. he sat up (still on her) and lit one, leaning over to light the candles on the table. He blew the match out and threw it onto the floor, a maid would later clean it.
Luther leant down onto her again and whispered into her ear, broken only by his nibbling "London - we shall - start with - the basics" Luther pulled away and suggested to the candles which were just starting to fill with wax. "Until then though, perhaps you can show me some of your... technique?" he smiled at this, fingertips tracing her thighs.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jul 4, 2007 9:12:57 GMT -5
She smiled as he lit the candles and told her they would start with the basic. Hot wax was a favorite of massochists. It burned you without leaving a mark.
Her feet twined around his ankle, and she drew her legs slowly up his, kissing and nibbling on his chest as he hands kneaded his shoulder blades. Her kiss came back up to his mouth again.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 7, 2007 11:02:43 GMT -5
Luther rolled his head to the side, enjoying her lips touch on his chest. His lips meeting hers when she came back. His fingers caressed her thighs while he deepened their embrace, his tongue snaking with hers. Hands slid between her thighs, continueing their abnormally gentle touch. He pulled himself from her mouth, nuzzled his head at her neck, bottom run of teeth grazing her jawline almost savagely, finding their way back to her lips, but it was his teeth that met this time, her bottom lip. With this action he kept his eyes open, strange but often did like seeing their expression.
Cold fingers now moved to her knees, bringing her legs to curl around his waist. Once there, he positioned himself firmly touching her, hands released her knees and moved up again. One arm went over her shoulder and around her head, the other under her arm, locking them together and drawing both much closer. Fingers from his left arm, entwined in her hair, doing nothing for now. His attention now focused on the passion and demand of his lips and tongue, as teeth continued raking her neck area, drawing nothing just lining with red marks.
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Post by London Pryderi on Jul 7, 2007 11:41:07 GMT -5
His kisses were nice and his stroking was wonderful. She smiled as he went to her neck. When he returned to her mouth, it was with his teeth. Her eyes lit with a very distant momentary surprise, even as her expression turned to ecstasy. She could tast the iron tang of blood in her mouth, and it was nice.
His teeth were now attending her neck, and the pain was mingled with pleasure. It always was. Her nails unconsciously dug into his back. One of her feet was drawing its toes up and down his calf.
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Post by Luther Von Ritterschwarz on Jul 12, 2007 14:51:17 GMT -5
Luther rolled his shoulders back to avoid too much friction while her nails raked his back. His fingers released her hair and fumbled for the candle, clearly he wasn't thinking of where it was as it took several attemps and a finger in the melted wax to find where it was. Luther finally sat up, his free arm lightly caressing her leg, while the other firmly grasped the candle. His grey eyes watched the fire flicker, its heat made her watery and moving in his eyes. "Let us see, how much pain you can handle, would you like me to take you through my tactics?" His emphasis on the my, indicating it wasn't something he had heard others do, but he quite liked.
Just to give her a small taste, he tilted the candle and allowed it wax to fall onto her stomach. Enough to sting for a moment, but it wa only in large drops, spread out. The nazi smiled to himself, almost lost in his own thoughts. His free hand moved from her leg to her stomach, wiping the wax away. Luther leant down again, lips meeting hers while he drew in breath. Pulling apart of briefly to finish "or would you prefer to be... surprised?"
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