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Inspiration INSPIRATION K. woke twenty minutes after the alarm stopped ringing. Blurred green eyes stared uncomprehendingly at the glowing red numbers as her stomach flipped. Wake the , grab a shower, brush your hair.. Fuck the hair… dressing the … even when they’re bigger they cannot seem to do it all alone. Pack two lunches; gets the last three dollars from the gas money. Shit. Just another day. K. drops the last one off.. Dying for a cup of coffee, counting the change in the console. Then, her eyes catch a glimpse of her face in the mirror. No makeup, hair disheveled, blouse buttoned crooked. K. laughed. Thinking of Him. Thinking that this is exactly the way he loves her best. Remembering the ache in her nipples after the other nights play. How carefully she had to avoid letting see the stripes of which she was so proud. Fourteen is just a little too young, but … one day…. His hands on her neck, controlling her, caressing her: totally possessing her. Totally unaware of the time or the traffic that passes around her, K recalls with each sense of her being His lips, His hands. His eyes claiming each part of her body with casual confidence. She feels the<b> dampness </font></b>between her thighs even now as she remembers the way He wound the ace bandages around her arms, binding her to the chair, like strong hands; like His hands, holding her in position. His lips and teeth on the sensitive nipples of her breasts. His fingers trailing across her body. Then the wrapping of her legs to the chair legs, spreading her thighs, exposing her to His eyes, to His touch, to His lips. How He teased and tormented her, now rough, now gentle, now bringing her to the very edge of anticipation then leaving her hanging , whimpering softly into her gag, as her blindfolded eyes wept. Funny, their play lasted only an hour or so, but was so totally engrossing that she felt as though days had passed. He had taken her beyond herself and all self awareness. She was but a throbbing, aching, burning need that was His to quench or to ignore. K shuddered and laughed to herself. Brushing her hair and fixing her blouse, feeling her heart stop racing, and that lovely feeling of peace settle over her, she started the car and drove to work. Who needs coffee, anyway? |
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This is lovely Roryandi.......I feel slightly jealous of K. Ok, more than slightly 
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Well written as all your friends have come to expect, Rory. I enjoy your style and poetic flair immensely.
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