Submitted by my Pagan Pal AngelMoons ... Thanx Babe!!!
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| DUNCAN Submitted by my Pagan Pal AngelMoons ... Thanx Babe!!! |
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| It had been a long time since she had seen him, Duncan Steele. His name had always reminded her of that of a porn star. This fact had become a joke between them. Tonight, she was going to see him for the first time in a long time. She wondered if she would even be able to recognize him it had been so long. They had often spoken on the phone and communicated almost daily through instant messages via the Internet. In the beginning, there conversations were casual but eventually lead to light teasing. Some time later, she began to develop a desire for him. She often found herself thinking of him during rare moments of spare time. This was the night that she would see him again. She carefully prepared to go to the costumed masquerade party. She dressed in a low cut maroon dress so that her cleavage would show just enough to tempt him. She carefully fixed her red hair, making sure that he curls would stay in place at least temporarily. She put on the maroon angel wings and in a sense, became her alternate self-ladln- La Angelina de la Noche- the Angel of the Night. After dawning the beaded mask she had chosen to cover her eyes, she was on her way. As she drove to the party, she found herself unsure of what to expect. She knew that she desired to have him; to feel his skin under her fingertips and feel his touch on her skin. She entered the party with a devilish smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. He came up behind her, catching her by surprise as he kissed her neck in a friendly hello. She turned her now flushed face towards his as she placed her hands in his and leaned in to gently brush her lips against his check in a light hello. With that, they sat down and began to talk. They talked like only two dear friends can but in the back of her mind, she kept thinking of how much his named reminder her of a porn star�s name. The thoughts that were running through her mind made her body flush all over. Duncan leaned over and kissed Angel. Their lips interlocking and tongues dancing with desire. The passionate kiss excited her. As he pulled back, she found herself wanting more. She knew the night would end there if she said nothing. She looked at him and asked if he would like to go back to her house for a drink. All the while entertaining the notion that if he didn�t come with her willingly she might consider using the hand cuffs that were in her purse to spirit him away with her. Of course, that was not necessary and he walked her out to her car. Then got into his car to follow her. When they arrived, he followed her into the house. As she reached up to take off the beaded mask, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to him. Once again their lips locked in a passionate kiss while he held her close. She dropped the mask to the floor. Slowly, they worked their way over to the couch and sat down. As they did so, her purse came open and the cuffs fell out. He looked at her with a quizzical look as he reached down to pick them up. He twirled them on his finger while asking what she was doing carry them around. She looked at him blushing and informed him that she had determined that he was going to go home with her one way or another. He laughed as he kissed her again and then slowly undressed them both. She thought she would lose her mind from the way he was teasing her, almost taunting her with his touch and appeal. She took his hand leading him into her bedroom so that they could be more comfortable. Normally, she was the type of woman who liked to be in charge in every aspect of her life but tonight, she decided the she would allow someone else to be in charge (even if for just a few hours). He pushed her back onto the bed. Spying the silk scarves that she had draped on the floor, he raised her hands above her head, gently wrapping the scarves around her wrist and tying them snuggly together. She pretended to protest and tried to get her hands free. Duncan held her there tightly until she stopped struggling, bringing his lips down to brush against hers, taunting, teasing her. Then he kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that took her breath away. He slowly worked his way down her body. Kissing and nibbling her neck. Gently sucking on her nipples and biting them, making her moan. He kissed his way down to her warm mound continuing until she had a mind-blowing orgasm. She screamed �Duncan� and begged him to make love to her. He gladly filled her request. She was in raptures of ecstasy that she had never known as she thrust her hips up to meet his strokes. They both felt their passions rising as they reached lusty heights together. She fainted as her orgasm came upon her. When she came too, he gently undid the scarves and held her close. Both of them knowing that this would be the beginning of an ecstatic adventure. | |||||||||||||
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