things I've done with my time of late
umm it's not long and will never be finished.
umm it's not long and will never be finished.
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She could feel the rush as her breath began to quicken, running through the rows of the headstone, the darkness shrouding her vision of her pursuer, only his footsteps could be heard... the anticipation of being caught was becoming intoxicating. She could not wait any longer, her desire has grown to the point that he breath were hindered by the ball of anticpation in her chest. She stops and spins tring to find her shadow in the night.
Harshly pain shoots through her harm. Her companion grabed her, his nails digging into her flesh, sending wonderful pain through her, quickly his hands run up the back of her head grabing a hand full of her midnight hair, quickly yanking it back. She lets out a gasp, knowing each step of what is coming, her head is now caulked to the side as far back as it can be. Her eyes locked onto that of her soon to be lover. His other sliping under her blouse, his hand surronding her stomach and raking it has he pulls her tight to match his posture.
Their eyes break as her head is pulled sharply to the side. exposeing the whole of her neck to him. He lowers his head slowly, his breaths gentally brush her flesh pulsating has he tease slightly pulling a few times as he allows her heart to quicken with desire. Quickly his teeth clench on the bottom of her neck just before the shoulder. The pain is quick, sending a pulse of pleasure through her body exiting in a gasp and a light moan. With his teeth locked on her neck just soft enough not break more then the top layer of skin, he begins to suck with her pulse, drawing blood just under the surface of the skin, tightening and losening his grip on her flesh, his hand pulling her hair in succsession timed with the beating of her heart.
The other hand slowly pulling her tight to his body, allowing her to feel his chest move as he breathes, gradually his other hand moves under the top of he pleated skirt, moving along the side of her thigh. sratching her flesh with his nails as he goes. The hand push her hips forward away from his body enough for him to reach the flesh of her ass. He pulls his hand out of the top of her skirt pulling bits of her flesh until he pulls his nails way from her tender skin and slides it down to the back of her bare thigh, caressing her now tendered ass through the fabric.
He lossens the grip of his teeth on her flesh and release her hair moving the freshly freed hand across her face gentally traceing her jaw and then her lips. Then pulling her face to his forceing her to arch her body to reach his lips. Strong and with passion he pression he lips to hers, their Eyes remain locked as they begin to explore each other mouths. She can feel his hands exposing the flesh of her ass as her skirt is raised by her amourous assalant, the breeze causeing the skin to raise ever so slight as the curve of her checks are traced by his fingers.
Gradually as they kiss he moves her so that her legs are traped between his and the head stone of two long dead lovers, ...
She could feel the rush as her breath began to quicken, running through the rows of the headstone, the darkness shrouding her vision of her pursuer, only his footsteps could be heard... the anticipation of being caught was becoming intoxicating. She could not wait any longer, her desire has grown to the point that he breath were hindered by the ball of anticpation in her chest. She stops and spins tring to find her shadow in the night.
Harshly pain shoots through her harm. Her companion grabed her, his nails digging into her flesh, sending wonderful pain through her, quickly his hands run up the back of her head grabing a hand full of her midnight hair, quickly yanking it back. She lets out a gasp, knowing each step of what is coming, her head is now caulked to the side as far back as it can be. Her eyes locked onto that of her soon to be lover. His other sliping under her blouse, his hand surronding her stomach and raking it has he pulls her tight to match his posture.
Their eyes break as her head is pulled sharply to the side. exposeing the whole of her neck to him. He lowers his head slowly, his breaths gentally brush her flesh pulsating has he tease slightly pulling a few times as he allows her heart to quicken with desire. Quickly his teeth clench on the bottom of her neck just before the shoulder. The pain is quick, sending a pulse of pleasure through her body exiting in a gasp and a light moan. With his teeth locked on her neck just soft enough not break more then the top layer of skin, he begins to suck with her pulse, drawing blood just under the surface of the skin, tightening and losening his grip on her flesh, his hand pulling her hair in succsession timed with the beating of her heart.
The other hand slowly pulling her tight to his body, allowing her to feel his chest move as he breathes, gradually his other hand moves under the top of he pleated skirt, moving along the side of her thigh. sratching her flesh with his nails as he goes. The hand push her hips forward away from his body enough for him to reach the flesh of her ass. He pulls his hand out of the top of her skirt pulling bits of her flesh until he pulls his nails way from her tender skin and slides it down to the back of her bare thigh, caressing her now tendered ass through the fabric.
He lossens the grip of his teeth on her flesh and release her hair moving the freshly freed hand across her face gentally traceing her jaw and then her lips. Then pulling her face to his forceing her to arch her body to reach his lips. Strong and with passion he pression he lips to hers, their Eyes remain locked as they begin to explore each other mouths. She can feel his hands exposing the flesh of her ass as her skirt is raised by her amourous assalant, the breeze causeing the skin to raise ever so slight as the curve of her checks are traced by his fingers.
Gradually as they kiss he moves her so that her legs are traped between his and the head stone of two long dead lovers, ...
I get way to bored. I love writting the start.. but none of them go further then that.