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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 19, 2014 7:10:34 GMT
As she kissed him he returned her playful barb settling in behind her. He was as nervous as a virgin on prom night yet he thought he hid it well enough. " Its not the bladder you have to worry about though its close hope you don’t mind a lower lumber prodding." Just like he expected nestled in behind her had his libido kicking to life as if he’d not had any in life. Even the fear of opening up a portion of himself to her didn’t stop him from having a raging expression of lust try to tear its way through his jeans.
Ghost had not been bitch on any bike since his teen years and even then he didn’t like it. It was a feeling of not being in control that made him on edge. All in all D was spot on as she paced his ride. He quicklty developed a pat right or left to signal her as to the directions. He took back roads and lanes that were mostly devoid of traffic so they could really get the feel of speed. Without waking the whole world or drawing to much attention. Not too mention the circuitous route was a difficult one to keep straight. He was sure she’d have no problems navigating her way again but even at his best and most open he was guarded.
As they pulled towards his driveway he looked at the house sitting out in the open yet hidden by trees from the road as if it were the place of his doom. It was a weird emotion to have as he approached his sanctum. He had never had anyone over and it showed too much of his psyche. He was really doing this. He was really bringing someone home. Even his last fiancé had never been here and she’d met his mother. Inhaling so as to not die of shock eh eased off his helmet as he guided her into the garage. The door opening automatically as the bike eased closer. It would close of its own volition once she was in the bay.
Done predominantly in whites and tastefully Spartan in décor it was the complete opposite of the garage which was metal on metal dark yet just as clean it appeared filled with life and use while his home was well neat. Most people would assume he had a maid service. He didn’t he did his penance for his life choice by cleaning and landscaping until he was too sore to stand. He used weekends like this one to push himself to new heights of cleanliness divesting himself of the physical dirt and detritus he couldn’t mentally. It was a side of himself he didn’t show anyone and yet here she was. Wild free and so present even as he moved off the bike he could feel her like some warm oven that would cook him alive.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 20, 2014 16:48:58 GMT
Shed enjoyed his insistent prodding and it made her think of what they could do all alone in the middle of no where. When she parked in the bay and looked around it made her smile she knew this smell and feeling. Caressing his bike it really was nice despite the fact it wasn't a classic. She was her own entity into her self and had before been called tropical storm Dawn or Dyphoon. Warm wet and powerful the men joked but they didn't know first hand just wanted to. His house was almost the antithesis of her own with its stark lines and colors. She'd been all color and splash and accessories.
He must have been telling the absolute truth about not having no one home with him because it was spotless and even if he was good in bed more then a few days here would have her climbing the walls. She needed busyness this felt like a hospital to her and that made her shiver for a moment it was almost like that one room in your grandmama's house with the plastic covers and white carpet you weren't supposed to go in had taken steroids and swallowed you. She needed a drink and quick, her tender senses tingling she went toward the kitchen but thought better of rifling through his cabinets and looked at him almost pleadingly to fix something.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 21, 2014 2:54:29 GMT
As they walked out of the garage into the house proper Ghost felt the all too usual feeling of being back in his cell. The monster was back behind bars the world would be safe to keep spinning one more day more. And one more day he had fought the urges that would undo all of his carefully made plans of his life. Smiling he noticed her tension rise about a hundred times over. She was wilting in the ordered cleanliness of his cell. He could understand it but it was also another reason he didn’t bring anyone hoe. He felt as if he had to apologize for keeping the monster at bay. Like he had to atone for atoning and his natural state thereafter was anger at them himself and the world at large. He stayed away from that precipice instead moving to the cabinet retrieving two rocks glasses and his shaker.
Wordlessly he guided her to the bar and moved behind it. He kept his eyes focused on his hands as they moved making a drink for them. He hadn’t bothered to remove any of his clothing as he normally hopped in the shower when he came in from a ride. He wouldn’t be that rude as to hop into the shower after they’d spent time together at least not right away and at least not without offering her the shower first. Clearing his throat he slid her glass into her hand. “So yes this is home. It’s more of where I sleep between times on the road and in the garage.” Raising his glass he toasted her. “To the first and only the inimitable you…”
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 21, 2014 4:34:39 GMT
Taking the glass she raised it to drink and nodded to him, sipping it then looking around she still didn't get why the man in front of her lived in this it was a nice house had potential but was so alien and lonely. He couldn't have done anything near so horrible to feel the need for this unless maybe he had done to some one what her father had done to her. Tho he didn't seem the type so she wouldn't believe that.
Putting down her glass she went to his door and kicked off her boots leaving them near it. Then right there at the door stripped peeling off everything leaving her road dust on her clothing and throwing them out into the garage. Then back to the bar like it was nothing and drinking her drink watching him. Waiting for some reaction to her, she could tell he wanted to get the dirt off she'd given him his reason and way and it made her curious as to if he'd take it.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 21, 2014 22:39:54 GMT
Ghost could not have been more surprised if she’d sprouted wings and took flight. While he’d seen her naked before there was something more intimate about her being naked in this his retreat away from the entire world. It seemed somehow as if she were nude and dancing around inside his own head. No that wasn’t it she seemed like parole as if his sentence was over. She was standing looking to all the world as if she was an earthborn angel. An angel of fire, the victory of battle, and the thrill of bloodlust. She excited his blood. Kicking off his boots he sat his drink down on the bar’s top and went to her tearing off clothing each step.
By the time he crashed into her lips and limbs he was as nude as she. While this was not the first time he’d been nude inside his home’s living area it felt as if he were standing on Bourbon with the floats going by for all the world to see. She or more what she represented moved him like no ones business. He wasn’t sure where the road would lead but he was intending to ride it for all it was worth.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 22, 2014 4:07:06 GMT
While not exactly the response she was expecting it was acceptable to say the least. Groaning softly into his kisses and holding onto his body she managed between exchanges to say" shower...wanna..me..you..wash..sex?"
Figuring he'd understand enough to get them both to where they needed to go. Road dirt on clean sheets was gross and she didn't want to start there time out here with messing up his house to much just enough to shake things up tho as great. Managing to her get her self on tip toe then one leg around his waist then the other she had climbed him like a spider monkey. Her most intimate places pressed to his lower stomach and her chest to his. The sounds of their mouths mingling with his footsteps through the house heading for either the bathroom or the bed.
When they reached their destination she slid to her feet but still did not disengage from his mouth and touching him. This was fun and hot and spontaneous everything she loved. He seemed to need more of that in his life so Dawn was going to dish him plenty if she could manage it. The shower was so closed and as they tumbled into it she turned the water on with her foot and felt the hard spray on their skin, hips crashing and bodies slick with cascade.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 22, 2014 7:46:24 GMT
He was beyond words. This was a baptism, a rededication, a grand gesture of the soul given play. He was lost in the swell of he didn’t know what. He only knew that what had been started before the carnage and the blood he needed to finish. It was as if she were the key to unwrapping a puzzle he’d not known he had. He’d felt the pains of love before it had always left him hollowed out this was something different. This was something unprecedented. He wasn’t sure what but he was willing to lay himself bare to find out.
As the water hit him by bouncing off her skin he felt as if he was being scoured with hot flame and she was the only cure. He knew she was the salve to what ailed him. He she them it swirled in his mind as he could not breathe without her. He was a different person he would have been flooded by tears. He was past that he’d shed his last tear a decade and a half into his past. He would never be that person again. He’d done everything he had all of it even now burying that person deep.
Torturing himself he pulled himself free of her. He grabbed his shower gel and lathered them both up. It was dark temptation Axe but he didn’t think she would mind the scent. He wanted every bit of her clean so that he could make her dirty all over again. Once they were done showering maybe they would swim.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 23, 2014 3:00:24 GMT
Groaning softly then feeling him pull away but this time she knew he wasn't going far. That had her smiling and letting him soap her every where, it felt good his hands gliding and parting, lifting and exploring. If searches at the airport were more like this shed go more often, something about him made her want to offer him things to show him who she was but the other part of her ran screaming and shook its head against letting any one close enough to hurt her.
Rinsing and soaping him back she gave him the same thorough going over smiling wickedly at him while fondling his places. Blowing soap bubbles off his thighs and checking his shoe size exploratorily. Soon enough they were both smelling good and clean and she turned off the water taking his hand but letting him lead her out to towel off, eyes on his bottom. He had a cute tight set of cheeks and she smirked, watching him. Yes this would be a grand adventure for her and he would make it worth it.
"So now what sexy? Shall we adjourn to the bed and finish what we started or savor the wait a bit longer, Im game either way"
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 23, 2014 3:24:19 GMT
Soaped and rinsed and dripping dry clean as they could be Ghost did what he wanted to. He took her hand in his leading her through the house. The master bedroom was his destination. He knew she liked the bedroom and he intended to insure she liked what he would be doing to her. He intended to do it all and then some.
The time for talk was past. He was where he wanted to be and had her in his clutches. Spinning her into him he fell back into the bed holding her to him sucking her bottom lip. Holding her to him he kissed her deeply his hands working their way over her bare bottom. Yes it was like being a teen making out in his parents room. That risk was there but it had nothing to do with being caught. No one knew where they were. No one could intervene. It was just the two of them and their lust.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 23, 2014 4:25:02 GMT
There was much hair tossing and undulation in his hold, lashes like caged butterflies fighting to free them selves in response to his deep and methodical methods. Hands gripping behind herself and resting in the warmth of him feeling the muscles bunch under her fingers. Singing her praises of him to the ceiling. Tightening up and wound like a spring , the jack in the box that was her need and heat waiting and building. He blew the lid off and the response was hard fast and violent as a gunshot.
She trembled like the web of a spider that had caught its meal, shivering and shaking until she was done. smirking and breathing hard as she went forward and rolled reaching for him and pulling until they had some how traded places. Eyes upward watching his face, she wanted to make him the spiders web and set about it fiercely.
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