What's an Earring Anyway?

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    sammygirly: "Gawd, what a week" she sighs, entering the apartment, glad to be home and gladder still the long week is finally over. She reaches up and pulls the ties from her hair only to shake her the silken auburn mass about her shoulders. As she kicks off her practical pumps and heads for the livingroom a fine boned hand rakes through the mess, combing out the days stress. Through the livingroom she pads, her nyloned feet whispering along the hardwood floors, nimble fingers lowering to unbutton the smart jacket to reveal a white silk blouse, something she bought once on a whim. As the jacket is shrugged off and tossed casually over the couch, she makes her way still towards the kitchen, the blouse moving with her curves, the small but conservative black skirt molded to her thighs as her long legs stride. Once in the brightly lit kitchenette she pours herself a well deserved drink, a nice white wine from a bottle left over in the refridgerator. Cradling the crystal glass in her small hand she rests back against the counter, the shapely curve of her ass pressed against the marble top and lifts the wine to her lips. As the chilled liquid slips over her lips, a soft contented mewl bubbles from her throat and her eyes close, her body visibly relaxes.

    Her shoulders begin to slouch and as her head falls forward, she strives to push the tension from her tired muscles and place her mind in a comfortable place. Her crystal blue eyes fly open as a tiny clatter reaches her ears and she curses softly. An earring has fallen out on the floor.

    "Dammit, those are my diamonds" she mutters, angrily depositing the glass on the countertop with a clink. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear she rests a hand on the counter and bends at the waist, scanning the linoleum. Gawd, she can't lose this earring, they cost her much too much once. "Every girl needs something pretty once in a while..." she whispers, more to herself, as if justifying the expenditure as she scans the floor for her precious trinket.

    A gasp slips from her lips and the earring is forgotten as she feels the caress of hands on her ass, the softest slide of rough male hands exploring her displayed curves through the soft material of her skirt. A smile curls her lips and she begins to straighten, the desire to turn into the awaiting arms of the Man behind her foremost in her mind, overpowering all else. He grips her hips and pulls her back against His firm body as she stands and she covers His hands with her own, melting back against Him.

    "Hi Love of my life" she whispers, but His hand comes up quickly, a finger brushes her bottom lip as He nips at her earlobe, now devoid of decoration.

    "Shhhh" He breathes, the heat of His breath washing over her ear, sending warmth and comfort cascading over her tired body.
     
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    sammygirly: Lulled by the safety of His presence she leans back into Him, giggling softly as the finger trailing her bottom lip is caught playfully in her teeth. His response is a low growl and a teasing nip at her neck as His other hand roams over her belly, barely slipping into the waistband of her skirt and back out. She suckles His finger hungrily until He tugs it away from her. She can feel the steely embrace of His arms about her body as His hands meet at her throat, all the while melting under His hungry mouth as it nips, bites and kisses it's way over her shoulder and neck.

    She cries out almost in dismay when He suddenly, and without warning, grips her blouse and tears it open. The sound of tiny pearl buttons tinkling on the linoleum echos through the apartment and she whimpers "my blouse!" His hand comes up abruptly to cover her mouth, forcing her head back and her eyes to meet His.

    "Shhh, it's just a blouse. Don't make Me tell you again" His grey eyes flash briefly and she merely nods.

    He releases her mouth and turns her around abruptly, the whispy blouse caressing her bare flesh in tatters. She is pulled tight to His body as His mouth swoops down to claim hers, as if to cement His command for silence by making it impossible to speak. It is impossible even to think under this assault, her mouth devoured by His, His fingers gripping her ass in such a way as to press her pelvis firmly into His so that she may feel His intention. A low moan is lost in the frenzy of His kisses and she threads her arms about His neck.

    Using His body as leverage, without releasing her mouth, He guides her backwards until her back is pressed against the plaster wall behind her. Just as abruptly, He releases her mouth and steps back, leaving her panting and dewy eyed, staring up at Him with dazed passion. His mouth turns up in a satisfied smile. Reaching out He takes her wrists in His hands and meets her eyes with His own, leisurely raising her arms above her head, finally capturing both wrists in one hand as He reaches to the counter with His free hand.

    Soon, her wrists are bound by soft rope, attached to an eye-hook she had never noticed installed in this end of the kitchen, but here she stands, breasts heaving beneath the lace of her bra, arms upraised and secured that way. She is bare to Him, open to His desire.
     
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    sammygirly: She takes this opportunity to look Him over. He is only wearing His silk robe. Ok, *was* only wearing His silk robe she thinks as He takes it off, watching her eyes sample each hard muscle as each new bit of flesh is exposed. Soon He stands before her, naked and proud, as beautiful and stunning to her as any roman god would have been. Her eyes lift to meet His and she parts her lips, the need to express her love for Him propelling her voice.

    "I lo..." is interupted when with one stride He is once more pressed against her, her mouth once more attacked by His. This kiss is punishing, almost painful in it's sensuality, it's intensity. His hands rake up her thighs, His short nails catching the silk of her stockings. With a firm yank and without letting up on her mouth the tiny lace panties are suddenly torn from her body and she jerks at the suddeness of it all. Cool air rushes over her heated pussy at the precise moment she realizes just how excited she is by all of this. There is no worry in her mind this time about the loss of the garment as a tortured moan breaks from her lips when He finally pulls back enough for her to breath.

    He looks down into her eyes, sternly, but His clouded vision betrays His own excitement.

    "Did I ask you to keep silent?" He demands quietly. She nods, afraid to speak even in response to this question, knowing well that punishment could mean Him walking away.

    He nods back, spreading her legs with a sharp slap to her inner thighs. His fingers curl around her thighs and she is lifted suddenly, pressed against the wall. He threads her stockinged legs about His waist almost casually as He speaks softly "I was going to relax you, caress you, slowly bring you to pleasure" She smiles softly, her whole body trembling with need "but you don't listen" He ends sharply, though the timbre and volume of His soft spoken voice doesn't change in the least.

    With that He thrusts into her, forcing a startled but pleasured gasp from her throat as her blue eyes shoot open. The gasp becomes a moan as He fills her, stretches her, forcibly but He knows her body is ready to accept Him. He knows her body well. His hands move around to her ass, His fingers digging into the soft bare flesh beneath her skirt, which is now hitched slightly up her silken thighs, forced taut by the position of her long legs around His hips. With her hands above her head, she is levitated almost, unweighted above His body, grounded only by their connected bodies as He begins to move within her.

    The stroking is slow, anguishly and achingly controlled at first. She tightens her legs around His hips as if to pull Him closer, her own hunger building and directing her actions like a puppets. He looks at her.

    She looks back. He has stopped moving and it's killing her. Her whole body vibrates with the need for it, each nerve on edge. Twice she opens her mouth to plead, twice she catches herself and merely runs her tongue over her swollen lips, savouring the taste of Him, drenched in the tension of the moment but not once daring to let slip the words. His hands move up her body, a determined path over her hips, her ribcage, her breasts and up her outstretcehd arms until He is holding her hands beneath His own
     
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    sammygirly: "Good girl" The words are breathed against her lips seconds before He claims them once more without mercy. The praise and her pride in it sends shivers racing through her already on-edge body. In reward, He takes her body, thrusting into her without pause, each deep stroke combined with a searing kiss, nibble, bite, assault of tongues driving her brain into oblivion. She is driven against the wall with the force of His lovemaking, and once more her legs tighten against His body, pulling Him even deeper with each movement. He owns her completely with this, there is no other explanation for it. As each orgasm robs her body of reason and strength, as her pussy spasms around His steely cock her moans and cries are lost in the sound of His own, all sounds escaping only with His permission, only when He pulls back for that brief second before kissing her all over again.

    With a final plunge He stiffens and fills her with His hot seed, only then letting up on her mouth to allow her cry of passion to be the final symphonic burst of sound to echo through the otherwise silent apartment. Trembling, vibrating from head to toe she slumps against Him, dropping her head to His shoulder, fighting for breath.

    After a few moments of sanity searching silence, He carefully unbinds her wrists and lowers her to the floor. With loving strength He massages her wrists, coaxing circulation back. Satisfied, He threads His fingers through hers and reaches for her unfinished glass of wine, pressing it into her hand as He leads her from the kitchen.

    "Come, lets go rest. You've had a very long....DAMNIT!" He cries, dropping her hand. She looks down in astonishment at the outburst only to break down in helpless giggles when she sees the cause for His expletive. Plucked from His foot with a scowl, He's found her earring.
     
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    Maximillian: :p just :p
     
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    Valkyrie: ~*slightly dreamy eyes*~

    Like it a lot, but then D/s is a turn on for me as well...

    /Val
     
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    wvalady1968: I could enjoy it more if I were the Dominant one.

    "No more kisses til you learn to obey me.
    Now, get down on all fours" :D

    Nice story, Sammy!
     
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    sammygirly: Did someone say all fours?

    Woof! ;D
     
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    awellhungboi: Wow, you're really talented, Sammy. Thanks for posting your stories!
     
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    sammygirly: Aw thanks...but is my rampant imagination REALLY a talent? ...sometimes it's more of a blessed curse... ;D
     
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    7x6andchg: Ah, but one (wo)man's curse is another's treasure.

    Great writing - and I, for one, got a chuckle out of the end of it...nice "shaggy dog" element to it.

    7x6&C
     
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    wvalady1968: [quote author=sammygirly link=board=Fiction;num=1064544870;start=0#7 date=09/27/03 at 14:57:46]Did someone say all fours?

    Woof!  ;D
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    You AREvery well trained! :D
     
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