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Love in the Dark
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Love in the Dark
Welcome to my nightmare....a dream of such color and delight it would
make you want never to wake. I am Adam, my last name has no meaning
and I have used so many over the years. I am six feet tall, and
have thick brown hair which is long but not shoulder length. My
eyes are normally green but that tends to change with my moods.
I am a stock framed man but I carry it well and with a
quickness that has stunned thoes who have seen me move. My passion
is my driving force in my life, I enjoy pleasure the taking and
the giving of it. It is late October and the many colors of fall
have taken hold of the trees, and the sweet smell of fallen leaves
is all about me. I am dressed in my long black leather coat with
matching boots walking along the Charles river in Boston. It is a
wonderful night and the streets are filled with the pulsebeat of the
city. The nightlife here sits well with me it moves as I move in many
directions and flavors. I love this town with it's mix of the old and
new and if you know where to look you can find the right kind of
person to enjoy some distraction with for a time.
I entered my car and instructed the driver to take me to
Harvard SQ. I walked from place to place just drinking it in and then
I spotted her.......
She stood on the walkway her long red hair drapping down
her back, she wore a rather attractive black dress that made her
skin glow in a sexy pale sort of way. I saw her join a group of
women and enter a club, the light framed her in the doorway like
a halo. I kept moving to her drawn by the untapped desire that I
might draw upon. She felt my gaze upon her and turned to me, we
met for a instant....a moment in time that was gone as soon as it
began. The door closed on her and I crossed the street to meet
her again. A group of rather badly dressed people were comming
my way and they bumped into me and picked up there pace and
entered an alleyway.
He quickly took the wallet (mine) out his jacket and
began to grab at my money. They were all rather taken with there
find.
Look monk, you were right about that guy...the leather
clad woman called out.
We have our ticket to party time tonight, darling.
Charming interchange isn't it....Well I have better things to do
tonight and they are keeping me from it. I made myself known and
began to "have a word with them". They attempted to make me take
there point of view with a rather silly knife. I retorted back
with my knife which is a bit larger and I am more skilled in it's
use. Monk lost instrest in talking with me as he tryed to gather
his internal organs from the ground. I turned to the girl, she
ran but found that no matter where she ran I always seemed to be
there first. I stopped her in her place with my eyes. Wonderful
things eyes, mirror to the soul and a focus for your willpower.
I tend to project my emotions Very strongly by my eyes and I
was not happy right now. She was a small skinny person that was
burned out from too many years of bad living, I could smell the
decay about her and she could see her life comming to a close.
I took her in my arms and pulled her deeper into my glare
taking her greasy hair into my hands I whispered softly to her
and said goodbye. The color ran from her as water from a glass.
I ripped at her soul, tearing at her body as I did her mind.
Her life was a waste, she did nothing to better herself
or others. I rent her throat and tasted her, it was bitter with
the overuse of drugs. I spat it on the ground and lifted her
up and tossed her like a rock into the cold brick wall at the
end of the alley. Her friend was still clinging to life but I
flashed my knife and settled that detail.
I entered the club and paid the man at the door. The press
of the people and the scents that were there were so strong. I
took a moment to get my bearings again, and then I found her
sitting with the same friends. She had a easy way about her
and a eager smile. I went over and asked her to dance.
No silly line from me, none was needed. I simply
asked her to dance with me and tasted her soul with my eyes.
I felt her arousal and it was so sweet to me. I held her hand
and parted the crowd before us. It was a fast one with a very
good to dance too. Silly how many men just don't dance fast, is
it that they think that it won't allow them to touch. To get
close to their partner you don't have to be all over them. I
like to see them move it can tell you about them. If they have
a good attitude about themself and how they feel about their
bodies. The body speaks but you need to listen. I extended
my inner self to her and saw the goosebumps appear on her
skin. A thin layer of water covered her and the musk of her
womanhood grew stronger to me.
The song ended and she excused herself and went back to the
table to grab her purse and fled into the bathroom <to clean
up of course by the end of the song she was quite moist>.
She had no idea what was going on, she almost came right
on the dance floor. She entered the stall and found that she was
soaked in moisture. Removing her panties she stuffed them into
the allready crammed pocketbook and cleaned herself up as best
she could. Going over to the full mirror that covered the wall
she combed and fussed over her hair. I was watching her the whole
time, having used my abilites to clear the bathroom of the other
ladies <a strain at the best of times>. I turned the doorknob and
the metal gave way in my hand.
She splashed water on her face to try to compose herself,
but I would have none of that. Passion is to be enjoyed, to cheat
yourself of it is to lie to your own nature. Embrace the feelings
that are going into your mind and revel in the effect they have upon
you. Burn brightly and toss the flame about you, your chance to live
is now and it will never come again. It is the things that we deny
ourselfs that sicken the soul and make us bitter. There is one thing
worth having and that is youth, the world is yours for but a season.
Live life let it be your lover and have no regrets. If you let it
pass it is lost and the memory that could have been is lost with you.
I touched her shoulders and ran my fingers to outline her
supple form. She melted in my arms and moved her body...pressing it
into mine. She could feel me stiffen as my body began to ready to
take her. I brushed her hair away from her soft neck and gave her
gentle kisses as my other hand moves across her flat stomach holding
her tightly. My grip was like on to iron but she was thrilled in it's
power. She twisted in my embrace and kissed me full on the mouth at
first and then sharp teasing little kisses that spoke fully of her
desire for me.
My lips were pressed to her neck as she gripped at my clothes.
Holding tightly on to me as I growled into her ear. The sound fled down
her spine delighting her even more as she ran her nails across my ass.
Panting and crying for me to touch her, I feasted on it savoring it
as I would a fine meal. I pushed her on to the sink and raised her
dress and began my slow decent, she kept a tight hold on my head as
I worked my way to her stomach. I grabbed her hands by the wrists and
pressed them to the counter top and held her there. I could tell that
she enjoyed my strength and I liked to use it. I would not be rushed
in this, I would savor and remember the moment and keep it in my mind
always.
Lower I went using my tongue to lick and excite her even more. The clothes were
pressed aside and I ran my fingers down her ribs as I licked her rosy nipples
and heard her breath catch in her throat. Pressing her back against the mirror
and spreading her legs wide as I rubbed them up and down in slow steady strokes.
My mouth watered as I licked her outer lips and blew hot air on to her pussy. I
groaned in pleasure as the taste of her exploaded on to my
tastebuds. Her hips were rocking back and forth as she grabbed my head and
pressed me deeper into her.
More Soon!!!!
Shadow-runner
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