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| Strangers - 12/04/00 She had promised to meet him. They had never met before. They had only heard eachother through the telephone and the conversations they had were from the other side of a computer screen. She paced anxiously around the musum gallery. Post impressionist, go fig. She felt his presence. it was a strong aura, and for that instant she was uncertain if she had made the right decision. It was too late to change her mind now. He was late. Just a little, not by much. He looked about the gallery for her, searching the crowds. He felt her approaching. It was exciting and dangerous. He smelled the faint scent of her perfume first. -Tap... Tap... He felt the light touch on his shoulder. He turned to face her. She was different than he had pictured her. Not glamorous or sexy in any way, but she had this unique freshness. It was a pleasant change from the women he usually met. It was easy to tell she had a strong personailty, yet her eyes gave away her vulnerablility. She once stated she was a simple woman with a complex soul. This was true. They never spoke. They just looked at eachother. She scanned his face, trying to read his mind. What was he thinking? Her hand impulsively reached up and felt the smoothness of his freshly shaved face. Her finger traced the soft texture of his lips, as her eyes met his and tried to gain insight into his soul. Her hands upon his face triggered an unstoppable desire. His insatiable appetite needed to be satisfied and he wantd to devour her. He had always liked to to overwhelm the minds of his lovers, to make them drown in his trance. His arms surrounded her small frame. His hand rested upon the small of her back and then moved upwards. He felt the curvature of her spine as he drew her into him. His lips met hers and parted. The kiss was intoxicating. She felt as if she were being devoured, as their mouths parted and their tongues danced with one another. He was overwhelming; making her soul weak as it swam against a rip tide of emotions. Her soul struggled to swim. Just as she felt she was about to drown, they came up for air. She looked at him and smiled. "Nice to meet you." She then turned and left, leaving him surprised and taken aback. His mouth open, stunned, he wondered, wasn't he supposed to be the hunter? She grinned wickedly and chuckled to herself as she walked away. The hunter is never the hunter when dealing with a tigress. Her hunger satified, she can now move forward to bigger and better prey. |
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| Control - 01-21-01 She walked to him slowly, with a coy look in her eyes. She smiled wickedly and drew him nearer to her. Taking his wrists, she raised his arms up in the air, then winked. *Snap* He felt the handcuffs as they locked upon his wrists. Instantly he knew he was trapped. In one swift movement, she turned his body around so that his back was to her. She pushed his body forward upon the desk that lay before him. He was excited, anticipating her every movement. Wanting to know what she had in store for him. She took his legs, spread them apart and tied them to opposite legs of the desk. She undid one of the cuffs and then locked his arms on separate ends of the desk, so that his body resembled the shape of a bent over "X." She stood up, and laughed mockingly at the scene before her. He was at her mercy, and they both derived satisfaction from that knowledge. |