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Sunday, November 15, 2009


She was like poison. She ran through his veins causing him to squirm in his seat. He had a raging hard on just thinking about her supple breasts, her plum lips and that tantalizing scent of her perfume mixed with desire.

His erection strained against his black suit pants, making them feel as though they were one size too small. How could he wait until his lunch break?

Finally, one o'clock rolled around and he flew out of his office, walking as fast as he could. He rounded the photocopier and out the glass doors. He sprinted down the hall, his tie swinging from side to side, as he raced for the elevator.

It moved too slow for him. Tapping his foot impatiently, checking his watch, he made a mental note to take the stairs next time she was in town.

He finally arrived on the ground floor and dashed out of the building. He only had an hour to see her, to feel her, to please her.

He arrived at the hotel in record time. He could barely ask for the room but somehow managed to get it out. The clerk gave him a knowing smile and handed him a key. He raced to the elevator, groaning when he realized he had to travel up to the fourteenth floor.

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. He began to wonder if it was normal to want someone this much. Poison. She was poison.

The elevator door opened and he emerged. He raced down the hall, rapidly checking the numbers on the doors. He found what he was after. Using his card, he opened the door.

There she was. Lying on the bed, wearing nothing but lingerie. She was lazily flipping through a magazine. She glanced up at him, her green eyes boring holes into his soul. "You're late," she breathed, her lips twitching into a snarl. She tossed her magazine to the floor, kneeling on the bed.

"I'm sorry," he said, removing his jacket and tie.

"Not as sorry as you will be."

She took his tie from his hands. "Take off your shirt," she ordered. He obliged. "Don't forget your pants."

Once he was completely naked before him, she ran her tongue across her lips, licking them, wetting them. He groaned softly. She stood up, moving a chair behind him. "Sit," she ordered.

When he didn't move, she gave him a quick shove to the chest. He grunted as he fell, his caramel coloured hair splashing across his forehead.

Taking his tie she got to work tying his hands behind his back. She moved in front of him, tossing her raven hair over her shoulders.

Using the remote that was laying on the table, she turned on the CD player. She began to dance for him, moving her body sensually to the rhythm, removing her bra and panties in the process. He shifted his weight. His erection stood before her, throbbing painfully. He wanted, ney, needed her to touch him.

As if reading his thoughts she dropped to her knees, pulling him into her mouth. She kissed and licked his shaft before taking him in fully, moaning in pleasure as she caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples as her eyes studied him.

His eyes rolled back in his head. He was trying to focus on his breathing while this magnificent woman worked her magic.

She pulled away, giving one last long lick up his shaft. He couldn't help it as a groan escaped his mouth.

Next thing he knew she was on him, her slick body sliding down his cock. He could feel the heat between the two of them growing. Her breasts were in his face. He craned his neck, nipping her lightly on the nipple. She arched her back. She was so forceful. So dominate. Poison.

She felt his cock throb as he blew inside her. She could feel his liquid seeping down the inside of her leg as she rode him to her own pleasure. She came no less then a minute later with a cry that would wake the dead.

She untied him and let him have a shower. When he returned she was fully dressed and fixing her hair in the mirror. She applied her lipstick, eyes watching him as he tucked his shirt back in.

Blotting her lips with her finger, she smiled. "Wasn't as long as last time, but just as fun," she commented, eyes lowering to his crotch.

He got the implied joke and laughed. "Sometimes a quickie is all I need," he replied, running his hand through his hair. She chuckled quietly to herself, placing her lipstick back into her bag. She blew him a kiss and left, leaving on the scent of her perfume.

One whiff of it sent pulses racing straight to his member. Poison. The woman was definitely poison.

1 comment:

  1. How the hell did a 13 year old write this? You're works have improved over the years but this is still hot! Nice stuff.