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Post by Victoria on Oct 13, 2004 3:18:59 GMT -5
"I looked up your file at the Ministry of Terror. You were a business man. Your grandfather was a wealthy capitalist and it wasn't until just a few years ago that Red Infinity took over the corporation entirely. They let some of them slide I guess." I take a drink and look at him, but start laughing.
"So don't be a kidder. I know more about you than you think. I bet you don't have any secrets that I don't know."
I take another drink and kiss him.
"I like to know things. Knowledge is power. You won't dupe me."
I drink again.
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Post by Sophia on Oct 13, 2004 3:19:18 GMT -5
The bump catches me off guard, and I brush my hand across his cheek.
"I'd say you were beautiful if I knew it didn't mean anything to you."
I close my eyes, and continue to kiss him, gently licking his tongue. He's new at this, I can tell. That makes him even more precious. Like a little boy. This starts to turn me on, but I try to restrain myself, I don't want to scare him.
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Post by Soren on Oct 13, 2004 3:26:46 GMT -5
Soren feels his stomach sink. Her words are so kind. She is so beautiful and kind. It is like turning a light on in a darkroom, without ruining the photos.
There is clarity and beauty, and instead of fumbling around in the dark you can see the process.
"It doesn't mean anything. Nothing has meaning. But thanks." He is lieing, but he wants to believe that.
He wonders if anyone else on the trolley is watching. Is there anyone else on the trolley? Does anything else really exist? And if so why does it matter what social norms and rules a person follows?
He touches her pastel blue face, which is so soft and radiant, like her personaity.
"You act so nice. You don't always have to act nice. Rules...rules rules....who invented them? Who needs them?"
He kisses her jawbone, and then her cheek. He takes her hand and kisses that as well.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Oct 13, 2004 3:27:02 GMT -5
After several drinks, I feel my judgement start to slip.
"Ahh... I can neither confirm nor deny these accusations... I'm a little scared that you went rummaging through my files."
I smile.
"But it's true, you are powerful. Maybe that's why I'm attracted to you."
I finish my drink, and walk behind the bar, and mix us both one more each.
I sit back down beside her.
"Powerful and confident. And did I mention sexy?"
I lick her cheek and growl into her ear coyly.
"Looking over this report, no, I don't think I did..."
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Post by Victoria on Oct 13, 2004 3:32:01 GMT -5
"So I'm a snoop. Mr. Ex-capitalist....Mr. Ex Capitalist bartender!" I give a hearty laugh then hiccup.
"But I am glad that you still think I'm good enough. All those meetings with Dr. Murdock and Lady Violet. It must go to your head sometime, Mr. Big Shot."
I laugh and pull him down on the couch with me. I nuzzle his nose.
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Post by Sophia on Oct 13, 2004 3:38:06 GMT -5
I smile.
"You're right. What are rules anyways?"
There's a hint of insincerity in his words, but nevertheless, I'm taken in by him. I put both my hands on his cheeks, and kiss him, coyly licking the roof of his mouth.
"So, what do you think? We are the only creatures that exist right now. Let yourself go."
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Post by Soren on Oct 13, 2004 3:44:40 GMT -5
Soren takes a deep breath. For someone who doesn't believe in rules, he is very restrained.
"I...haven't done things with girls...before...I keep to myself..." He says. He touches her leg, trying to be brave about the whole thing.
"Show me what you want me to do."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Oct 13, 2004 3:46:56 GMT -5
I lean forward, and nuzzle her nose. I lick from her chin to the tip of her nose. Maybe it's the alcohol, but I'm really starting to feel guilty about Lady Violet.
"Well, you know how it is... It's tough being me."
She has to know.
I run my hands up her sides, and lick the outside of her ear.
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Post by Victoria on Oct 13, 2004 3:52:20 GMT -5
I lean over and kiss his ear.
"So it's true then." I whisper.
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Post by Sophia on Oct 13, 2004 3:59:24 GMT -5
My breathing becomes heavier as he touches my leg, and my hormones start to fog my judgement.
"First, I want you to touch me, here."
I take his hand, and press it against my breast. I lean forward, and wrap my arms around him, kissing him passionately. I slowly slide my hand up the backside of his shirt, and rub my hand along the small of his back.
He's trembling, turning me on even more. I think of other places he can touch me, but want to start out slow for now.
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Post by Soren on Oct 13, 2004 4:07:21 GMT -5
Soren does as he is told, he touches her breast, and leans in to kiss her again. He kisses her neck and sticks his hands up her shirt. He touches her gentle warm skin, and pulls her shirt up to kiss her bare chest and neck.
"Is...is that okay....wh...what else do you want me to do?""
Soren nests his head by her neck and kisses her lightly by her ear.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Oct 13, 2004 4:07:40 GMT -5
As though my body has been hijacked, I lower my head on to her chest.
"Victoria..."
Everything inside of me screams 'no".
"Yes."
I lean back on the couch.
"Lady Violet is not someone you can just say 'no' to, Victoria..."
I face her.
"I... should have told you sooner..."
My voice starts to tremble. This is not like me.
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Post by Victoria on Oct 13, 2004 4:12:16 GMT -5
"I told you I knew you, Mr. Big Shot. I told you. Heh...ha ha ha...." I laugh and laugh.
I down my drink and his too and start to bawl like a baby.
"I....am going to get some rest now....good night...ha ha ha!!"
I push him away from me and walk towards the guest room.
"Good night Mr. Capitalist.....Mr. Bartender....Mr. Capitalist Big Shot....Big Shot....Mr....Mr....ha ha!!!"
I enter the room and slam the door behind me. I lock it.
When I am alone, I pound my head on the bed and cry more.
I just had too many drinks.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Oct 13, 2004 4:25:17 GMT -5
I collapse on the leather couch, face first.
"Ugh..."
I get up, and head back upstairs. I systematically walk into my room, and open my closet. As though my body wasn't even telling it to, my hand reaches for a small first aid box. I shut the door and head back down into the basement.
I open it up on my lap, seeing all of the sharp instruments neatly placed inside the box before me. I grab a scalpul that I stole from an infirmary a long time ago, and close the box.
I take off my shirt, and examine my arm. Plastic surgery does wonders...
Ipoint the blade into my left arm, near the shoulder. The pain, almost erotic, surges through me. I close my eyes and slide it further down my arm.
My breathing is heavy, as I examine the long, deep incision. I immediately feel sober, and collected. I put the scalpul away, and grab a couple of bandages from under the tray of blades. I bandage up the wound.
I return the box to my closet, and quietly walk back downstairs.
I fall asleep on the couch, feeling nothing.
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Post by Sophia on Oct 13, 2004 4:33:51 GMT -5
I nibble on his lobe, breathing heavily into his ear.
"Now I want you to touch me here." I whisper. I grab his free hand by the wrist, and carry it inbetween my legs. He slides it up my skirt. I tilt my head back, and whimper slightly.
"You're doing fine, Soren. You're a natural."
I kiss him again, and run my hand up and down his inner thigh.
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