Wednesday, October 22, 2008

FICTION part 2

SWEET SEDUCTION, BITTER DECEIT
- Rhai, Yabbhie




(Let me feel you)

It's been about a month and twenty days...
And were going round and round playing silly games...
Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...
Then you wink at me and walk away..

Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...
Oh no, don't go...
Touching and teasing me, telling me no...
But this time I need to feel you...

[Chorus:]
(Ride it) were all alone...
(Ride it) just loose control...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

(Ride it) turn the lights down low...
(Ride it) from head to toe...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

(Let me feel you)

It's been about a month and twenty days...
And were going round and round playing silly games...
Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...
Then you wink at me and walk away...

Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...
Oh no, don't go...
Touching and teasing me, telling me no...
But this time I need to feel you...

[Chorus:]
(Ride it) were all alone...
(Ride it) just loose control...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

(Ride it) turn the lights down low...
(Ride it) from head to toe...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

It's been about a month and twenty days...
And were going round and round playing silly games...
Now your saying, slow it down, not right now...
Then you wink at me and walk away..

Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...
Oh no, don't go..
Touching and teasing me, telling me no...
But this time I need to feel you...

[Chorus:]
(Ride it) were all alone...
(Ride it) just loose control...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...

(Ride it) turn the lights down low...
(Ride it) from head to toe...
(Ride it, ride it) touch my soul...
(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you...





He looked at her, his eyes smoldering, roving her body as if mentally undressing her. They’ve been married for a year now. He was hot. They were in his condo in the city. He told her he was going on a week long business trip and this was her farewell gift to him. What she didn’t know was, another waited for this man on a luxury liner bound for a trip to the Caribbean.

She looked at him, sensing his hunger. She wet her lips and his eyes darkened and glazed with a passion she thought he could not be capable of. Slowly he inched towards her, like a panther stalking its prey. They were in his room, candles, the only light in the dark room. She could smell them, a heady sensation of male strength and she was drawn so deeply. She looked at him as he stalked the length of the room wearing only a towel on his waist. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with her feet on the floor. They haven’t made love in the last month and she was a bit edgy. He was too busy and she was doing her own thing. She was apprehensive.

He approached her, stood her up by the foot of the bed, and swept her hair away from her face.

Hands running over her jaw.

“Yabbhie, yabbhie, my wife. I’ve waited for this moment for simply the longest time. I’ve missed you and I miss making you shiver all over and hearing you moan out my name.”, his warm breath fanning her face.

She shivered.

His hands moved down as his head slowly descended, softly touching his lips with hers.

A short intake of breath.

She was lost.

His tongue slowly traced her lips. She put her hands around him to fully feel him. She could feel him harden as she pressed herself to him fully, giving her self wholeheartedly to the sensations he evoked in her.

His hands traveled downwards, touching her shoulders, slowly easing the straps. She was wearing a flimsy nightgown.

Satin.

And it fired him up even more.

Yes he was a selfish man. But women offered themselves by the dozens. Who was he to say no? He was only a man.

A man, weakened by the desires of the flesh.

He encountered soft satiny skin. His lips kissing the side of her jaws, nipping on her pink lips and slowly teasingly tasting her neck. She arched her head upwards, allowing him full access to her whole being. She sacrificed everything for this man.

Her Rhai.

Hers.

His lips descended, licking her shoulders, kissing each inch of skin, reveling in the softness that she had.

He smelled her arousal even before she could feel it.

He pushed her on the bed and joined her there.

His hands touching everywhere.

He bent his head and captured a nipple. He laved it with his tongue, the material in between them. He was impatient. He bared a breast and started sucking on it. She sighed, her hands holding his head closer to her. His other hand, playing with the other tip. It was rock hard. He moved his head and lavished the other nipple with the same attention. His free hand moving downwards, touching her flat stomach, running his hands there, teasing, touching the waistband of her underwear. She sucked in her breath, aroused to a feverish heat.

His hands moved in, slightly touching the damp heat in between them.

“Oh God..”, she sighed.

He dipped his fingers slowly moving it in and out, feeling the heat. She was his violin. Her body moved as his fingers moved in and out of her.

“Rhai.. Please…”, for what, she had no idea.

Her hands touching everywhere.

She took his head in her hands and kissed him violently, bruising. Her hands moved on his upper torso. He was so hard and strong. She flicked the hard pebbled male nipple and the hand inside her stilled and suddenly moved in and out at a fevered pitch.

They moaned.

The bed sank from their combined weight. The covers of the bed felt cool against their almost naked flesh. His breathing shallowed as inch by agonizing inch of flesh was revealed to his wandering hands. Her skin was so hot and her gaze was lost as she started to feel the sensations controlling her body.

And she was lost.

She couldn’t deny him anymore.

The towel lay forgotten as her hands pushed it downwards, clamoring for the feel of his skin against hers.

He was hard steel and pure power.

“Rhai..”, her voice, a whispering caress urging him on.

His hands traveled downwards, touching her legs, smoothing them and touching her there again.

She thought she would die from the pleasure of it.

From her or from him, no one knew. Her lips traveled towards his jaw, raining soft kisses on his face. Her tongue delved into his ears and he buckled.

He took her face harshly and said, “Yabbhie don’t do that or else I’ll spill like an untrained youth.”

She smiled, surprised that she could illicit that kind of response from him.

She sat on top of him, pressed so close to his power. Her hands moved up and down the length of him. He shivered so hard. He was concentrating on something else so he wouldn’t climax too soon. Her hands traced the tip, kissing his torso, and when she reached his navel, he took in a sharp intake of breath. She breathed on it and he buckled all over again.

Finally he couldn’t take all the teasing anymore and properly kissed her. His tongue traced her lips and finally conquered the sweetness within.

He murmured her name more than once, ecstasy filling his soul.

Forgotten.

His other woman, forgotten.

She arched her back as he took her hips and drove straight home.

She moaned, a sound of deep fulfillment.

He felt like he was in heaven all over again.

He drove over and over again. Pushing in and out building the fervor. The fever, at its highest.

She was wound tight, like a string and she was ready to burst.

A scream.

Her hands made markings on his back as finally they became one.



-o-



They were lying down in his bed. Sated and not lacking for anything in the world. She was never more contented ever since they got married.

“Dear, how long will you be gone? I hope you don’t get to see other women while you’re away.”, she nuzzled on his neck, he smelled of a musky aftershave that was his alone.

The elevator dinged.

He thought he heard the door open.

Maybe not.

She peered in.

Silence.

‘Maybe he’s in his room?’

A creak.

‘What's taking him so long? We're going to be left behind.’

“What’s-“, the door opened.

And SHE was standing there.

His OTHER woman.

She was a known gang leader in their area and she carried with her, her gun all the time. He promised her he would divorce his wife after this trip.

She took one look at them, and as was her habit drew the gun on the holster inside her dress.

Five seconds.

A loud shot.

Red.

It was all red.





Now, let it be, let it be, let it be known...
Oh no, don't go..
Touching and teasing me, telling me no...
But this time I need to feel you...

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Source: http://forums.tehsoulsociety.org/index.php?topic=203.0
thanks ate kim XD.. i like your story really..

1 comments:

majs said...

i have another definition about love, this might work,
stupidity + sacrifice = LOVE

 
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