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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,638
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 1
Title: Rival Lovers
Author: eeyore87
Pairing: M/F (No names)
Rating:
~ Overall: R
~ Currently: PG-13
Chapters: 2/?
Summary: Two high school rivals meet up again in the most unlikely of situations.
Author's Notes: This story has/is being Beta'd by a couple of close friends of mine,
but I'm looking for a few more fresh eyes to help weed out all the errors. If you'd like to
Beta for me please email me at sallykins@gmail.com.
Please please please review for me.
Feed the Author, reviews fill my belly (and make for better writing).
~ Chapter 1 ~
She stepped out of the warm shower, wrapping the fluffy white towel around her sun-kissed
skin, taking her time to run the soft cotton over her freshly shaven legs, her carefully
toned stomach, her lean but still muscular arms and finally over her smooth flawless back.
Living alone had its perks, as she walked from the bathroom into her small living room,
thankful she had left the blinds closed and enjoying her nudeness. She draped the damp towel
over her hand and ran it through her hair, letting the soft curls start to form, not that it
mattered, soon she would have her hair stick straight, lightly brushing over her back, but
for now she would let it curl. She softly hummed to herself as she stepped into the kitchen,
taking out a bowl of grapes she had placed there earlier. She gracefully walked back into her
bedroom, the bowl of grapes in hand as she started to get ready for her night out.
He rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with a loud thud and a deep grown. He heard a rustling
on the bed and he felt his pulse quicken, looking up from the floor he saw a thin blonde covered
in the sheets, a blindfold over her eyes and her hands tied above her head to the bed frame.
“Agghh, what the hell did I do last night?” He could feel the start of a hangover hit him like
a ton of bricks. “That explains it.” He stood up, leaning over the bed to untie his captive and
pull the blindfold off her eyes. “You can stay for coffee if you wish, but I want you gone when
I get out of the shower, is that understood?” She nodded, an eminence fear showing in her eyes
and he wondered what he might have done to her the night before. He shook the question off as he
walked into the bathroom, turning the water on full heat and stepping under its spray, letting
out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes and let the heat relax him.
She finished her bowl of grapes, satisfied with the way the taste lingered on her tongue.
Standing she walked over to her large dresser, pulling out a black lacy thong and matching bra,
she loved to have something so reveling and sexy on when she went out, it had surprised and
shocked all her friends in college, but man did it turn heads. She found the rest of what she
was looking for, a short red leather skirt that just barely covered her bottom when she sat down
and a black over the shoulder top that hugged tight in all the right places while still keeping
a bit of mystery about her. Knee high black boots and a quick check in the mirror before she
called her friends to tell them she would be unable to make it to their little book club meeting
tonight, she wasn’t feeling well. She was so thankful they never questioned her, cause tonight
was her night, and she was off to find what she desired.
He felt a wave of ease fall over him when he heard his apartment door slam, ‘Thank god she’s gone’
he thought to himself, he couldn’t even remember bringing her home, let alone what they had done
or why she let him tie her up like that. He smiled at the thought, thinking about how much he
loved it when they fought back, how easily it made his cock twitch when they started to beg, and
how delicious they all looked at his mercy. His mind filled with images of previous nights, girls
with flushed faces and heaving chests as they begged and pleaded with him to do anything, something
that would end their suffering and push them over that edge. Their soaked panties still wrapped
around their legs and that heat and desire in their eyes as he pushed all the right buttons, making
them scream out his name before he even lowered his pants. The strain in his cock told him it was
time to stop thinking about it and take some action. He finished off what he’s thoughts had left
undone and stepped out if the shower. Tonight, he was going out.
She pressed hard against the gas in her little sports car, the red paint matching her leather skirt
and manicured nails; she let out a squeal of delight as she roared past the other cars. She slowed
slightly as she approached her final destination, pulling into the parking lot and stopping just short
of the valet, taking a moment to open the door and step out, enjoying how all eyes were on her as she
turned to the stocked man, tossing him her keys with a sharp warning “Scratch it and it’s your
life.” He mumbled his formalities as she walked past him and into the club, the bouncer gave her a
slight nod as she walked by to which she returned with a sexy wink and a million dollar smile. His
eyes followed her as she headed to her usual table, licking his lips lightly as he followed the sway
in her hips, “Damn, I swear she gets hotter every time I see her.”
He dressed quickly, it never really mattered what he wore he always seemed to look good. Throwing on
a pair of loose faded jeans and a black button down shirt, stopping for a moment on his way out to
look at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through his hair and smiling with a glint in his
eye, he knew where he would be going tonight; hopefully the bouncer would remember him. He grabbed his
keys and walked out, sliding down the banister of the stairs before making his way to his black SUV.
Revving the engine before backing out and turning on his radio; the car, seeming to know his plans,
played dance music so loudly he was sure the whole car was vibrating. He pulled into the parking lot,
like hell he was going to let that grubby valet park his car, it was his baby. Walking to the entrance
the bouncer gave a knowing nod, before raising his hand out to stop the young man, “Dude, she’s here,
the girl I told you about.” His eyes went wide with excitement “How will I find her? I have got to
get my hands on this girl if she is even half of what you said she is.” The bouncer gave a light
chuckle, “Red leather skirt, and legs that go on for days, long flowing hair you could just get lost
in, and damn is she feisty. She’ll be at the bar, surrounded by men trying so desperately to buy her
a drink. Here’s what you do...”
Author: eeyore87
Pairing: M/F (No names)
Rating:
~ Overall: R
~ Currently: PG-13
Chapters: 2/?
Summary: Two high school rivals meet up again in the most unlikely of situations.
Author's Notes: This story has/is being Beta'd by a couple of close friends of mine,
but I'm looking for a few more fresh eyes to help weed out all the errors. If you'd like to
Beta for me please email me at sallykins@gmail.com.
Please please please review for me.
Feed the Author, reviews fill my belly (and make for better writing).
~ Chapter 1 ~
She stepped out of the warm shower, wrapping the fluffy white towel around her sun-kissed
skin, taking her time to run the soft cotton over her freshly shaven legs, her carefully
toned stomach, her lean but still muscular arms and finally over her smooth flawless back.
Living alone had its perks, as she walked from the bathroom into her small living room,
thankful she had left the blinds closed and enjoying her nudeness. She draped the damp towel
over her hand and ran it through her hair, letting the soft curls start to form, not that it
mattered, soon she would have her hair stick straight, lightly brushing over her back, but
for now she would let it curl. She softly hummed to herself as she stepped into the kitchen,
taking out a bowl of grapes she had placed there earlier. She gracefully walked back into her
bedroom, the bowl of grapes in hand as she started to get ready for her night out.
He rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with a loud thud and a deep grown. He heard a rustling
on the bed and he felt his pulse quicken, looking up from the floor he saw a thin blonde covered
in the sheets, a blindfold over her eyes and her hands tied above her head to the bed frame.
“Agghh, what the hell did I do last night?” He could feel the start of a hangover hit him like
a ton of bricks. “That explains it.” He stood up, leaning over the bed to untie his captive and
pull the blindfold off her eyes. “You can stay for coffee if you wish, but I want you gone when
I get out of the shower, is that understood?” She nodded, an eminence fear showing in her eyes
and he wondered what he might have done to her the night before. He shook the question off as he
walked into the bathroom, turning the water on full heat and stepping under its spray, letting
out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes and let the heat relax him.
She finished her bowl of grapes, satisfied with the way the taste lingered on her tongue.
Standing she walked over to her large dresser, pulling out a black lacy thong and matching bra,
she loved to have something so reveling and sexy on when she went out, it had surprised and
shocked all her friends in college, but man did it turn heads. She found the rest of what she
was looking for, a short red leather skirt that just barely covered her bottom when she sat down
and a black over the shoulder top that hugged tight in all the right places while still keeping
a bit of mystery about her. Knee high black boots and a quick check in the mirror before she
called her friends to tell them she would be unable to make it to their little book club meeting
tonight, she wasn’t feeling well. She was so thankful they never questioned her, cause tonight
was her night, and she was off to find what she desired.
He felt a wave of ease fall over him when he heard his apartment door slam, ‘Thank god she’s gone’
he thought to himself, he couldn’t even remember bringing her home, let alone what they had done
or why she let him tie her up like that. He smiled at the thought, thinking about how much he
loved it when they fought back, how easily it made his cock twitch when they started to beg, and
how delicious they all looked at his mercy. His mind filled with images of previous nights, girls
with flushed faces and heaving chests as they begged and pleaded with him to do anything, something
that would end their suffering and push them over that edge. Their soaked panties still wrapped
around their legs and that heat and desire in their eyes as he pushed all the right buttons, making
them scream out his name before he even lowered his pants. The strain in his cock told him it was
time to stop thinking about it and take some action. He finished off what he’s thoughts had left
undone and stepped out if the shower. Tonight, he was going out.
She pressed hard against the gas in her little sports car, the red paint matching her leather skirt
and manicured nails; she let out a squeal of delight as she roared past the other cars. She slowed
slightly as she approached her final destination, pulling into the parking lot and stopping just short
of the valet, taking a moment to open the door and step out, enjoying how all eyes were on her as she
turned to the stocked man, tossing him her keys with a sharp warning “Scratch it and it’s your
life.” He mumbled his formalities as she walked past him and into the club, the bouncer gave her a
slight nod as she walked by to which she returned with a sexy wink and a million dollar smile. His
eyes followed her as she headed to her usual table, licking his lips lightly as he followed the sway
in her hips, “Damn, I swear she gets hotter every time I see her.”
He dressed quickly, it never really mattered what he wore he always seemed to look good. Throwing on
a pair of loose faded jeans and a black button down shirt, stopping for a moment on his way out to
look at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through his hair and smiling with a glint in his
eye, he knew where he would be going tonight; hopefully the bouncer would remember him. He grabbed his
keys and walked out, sliding down the banister of the stairs before making his way to his black SUV.
Revving the engine before backing out and turning on his radio; the car, seeming to know his plans,
played dance music so loudly he was sure the whole car was vibrating. He pulled into the parking lot,
like hell he was going to let that grubby valet park his car, it was his baby. Walking to the entrance
the bouncer gave a knowing nod, before raising his hand out to stop the young man, “Dude, she’s here,
the girl I told you about.” His eyes went wide with excitement “How will I find her? I have got to
get my hands on this girl if she is even half of what you said she is.” The bouncer gave a light
chuckle, “Red leather skirt, and legs that go on for days, long flowing hair you could just get lost
in, and damn is she feisty. She’ll be at the bar, surrounded by men trying so desperately to buy her
a drink. Here’s what you do...”