my short story so far....
So here's my short story so far, I've not gotten very far into it because I was waiting back from my teacher on an okay about the porn in it. He said it was cool. He even wants me to share it with the class. *freaks*
Well I'm posting it here first because my online pals always get the previews of my work. What do ya think?
Jenn
I have a feeling that standing in the presence of God himself wouldn’t make me feel quite like this. The small tingle in my stomach as the butterflies start to form. My palms sweating like I’m in a sauna even though it’s a cool fifty-four degrees fahrenheit in this beautiful ball room. I feel the sweat pool on my suprasternal notch before slipping down my slightly bronzed skin and trailing down the curve of the soft flesh of my breasts, into my dress. The size ten beaded corset slims me slightly, but leaves my curves to be gawked at by the gloriously wealthy men at this ball. The skirt falling sinuously over my legs, like the silk sheets I plan on slipping into later tonight.
I stand ten feet from him, my hands shaking slightly as his eyes scan the room. He searches for a woman to take home tonight. His preference is tall blonde with large brown eyes, like a doe caught in the headlights of a car. He reels them in and they fall for his old English charm. I don’t care about that. I love his sexy, sinful voice. His beautiful silver locks, falling freely across his forehead and neck begging to be brushed away. I stalk him as if he’s my prey. I love the turn of his head, the tendons in his neck straining as it rotates.
It happens in a second, his head rotates another fraction of an angle and his beautiful hazel eyes lock on my green ones. I’m lost in his game. I break eye contact so I don’t look too eager to be the one tonight, even though I know he’s mine. I pick a glass of straight Jack off the tray that a waiter carries. There will be no fruity drinks tonight, I need courage in a bottle. The whiskey slides down my throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I hold the cool glass in my hand, swirling the remaining contents.
I feel a press against the bottom of my spine and I smile. I turn my head slowly, letting my brown curls fall across my shoulders.
“Love, what are you doing here alone?” His voice hypnotizes me. His subtle accent, the deep tone, and his soft words lull me into a sense of comfort. I’m his and he knows it.
“Why are you here alone?”
“Touché.” I smile softly. We both know why we’re here and what we want. “Would you like to go somewhere more quiet?”
“Of course I would,” I say in a soft voice that I don’t recognize as my own. I’m usually very strong, but my words are submissive. He gently pushes on my back and guides me through the room. Our soft steps on the marble floor are like ticks of a clock. One step at a time I get closer to what I’ve always wanted. I need him. I’ve hunted him and now I’m being led to my destiny.
“Did you bring a car my love?” he asks softly, winking as we pass one of his friends, who smiles in return.
“My Mercedes out front,” I say without thought. I rented it so that I would fit in. It cost me my wages for a week, but it was worth every cent. He nods, I can see him out of the corner of my eye smirking because he knows he’s got me in the palm of his hand. I’m clay in the hands of the artist. We walk towards the back entrance and I know he doesn’t plan on taking my car. There’s more room in his limo, I’m sure.
We walk through the back door and down a flight of stairs to a parking lot. Normally, I’d be cautious, but I’ve waited too long to be in his arms. I’m not letting go of him now, even if I am a little scared. The blood is pumping through my veins at an abnormally high rate. I can feel my pulse against my neck and breast, beating in rhythm with our steps on the concrete.
We finally reach a car, a black stretch Navigator. Classy. “Looks expensive,” I say softly. He smiles.
“I’m not worried.” His words ghost against the skin of my neck. I can feel the hot breathe. He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. I can feel his hard body against my back. It’s everything I’ve always wanted. His hand gently rubs the swell of my stomach underneath the dress. “So beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Get in,” he says opening the door with his other hand. I lean forward and slide against the soft leather of the seat. He slides in behind me and closes the door, locking it with one finger.
“Now that you have me here, what do you plan to do?” He smiles, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“Plenty.” His voice was full of promises of pleasure, comfort, and eventual pain. It wouldn’t last forever and we both knew it, but we had right now and that was all that mattered to us.
I leaned towards him and softly touched my smooth lips to his slightly chapped ones. He pushed my lips open with his, taking control right away. His tongue slipped against mine, caressing it softly. His hand slid up the silk of my dress to the part in the front. He pushed the fabric aside and slipped his hand inside it against my supple skin, leaving bumps in its wake.
As his hand got closer and closer to its destination, his kiss became more aggressive. He threaded his other hand through my locks and pushes me back against the seat. His weight on top of me felt heavenly. I can’t imagine a place that I’d rather be right now. As he caresses the soft skin under the black cotton, I sigh softly into his mouth and he pulls back to gaze at me. His hazel eyes have an intensity that burns through me, making me feel like Mona Lisa on display.
Well I'm posting it here first because my online pals always get the previews of my work. What do ya think?
Jenn
I have a feeling that standing in the presence of God himself wouldn’t make me feel quite like this. The small tingle in my stomach as the butterflies start to form. My palms sweating like I’m in a sauna even though it’s a cool fifty-four degrees fahrenheit in this beautiful ball room. I feel the sweat pool on my suprasternal notch before slipping down my slightly bronzed skin and trailing down the curve of the soft flesh of my breasts, into my dress. The size ten beaded corset slims me slightly, but leaves my curves to be gawked at by the gloriously wealthy men at this ball. The skirt falling sinuously over my legs, like the silk sheets I plan on slipping into later tonight.
I stand ten feet from him, my hands shaking slightly as his eyes scan the room. He searches for a woman to take home tonight. His preference is tall blonde with large brown eyes, like a doe caught in the headlights of a car. He reels them in and they fall for his old English charm. I don’t care about that. I love his sexy, sinful voice. His beautiful silver locks, falling freely across his forehead and neck begging to be brushed away. I stalk him as if he’s my prey. I love the turn of his head, the tendons in his neck straining as it rotates.
It happens in a second, his head rotates another fraction of an angle and his beautiful hazel eyes lock on my green ones. I’m lost in his game. I break eye contact so I don’t look too eager to be the one tonight, even though I know he’s mine. I pick a glass of straight Jack off the tray that a waiter carries. There will be no fruity drinks tonight, I need courage in a bottle. The whiskey slides down my throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I hold the cool glass in my hand, swirling the remaining contents.
I feel a press against the bottom of my spine and I smile. I turn my head slowly, letting my brown curls fall across my shoulders.
“Love, what are you doing here alone?” His voice hypnotizes me. His subtle accent, the deep tone, and his soft words lull me into a sense of comfort. I’m his and he knows it.
“Why are you here alone?”
“Touché.” I smile softly. We both know why we’re here and what we want. “Would you like to go somewhere more quiet?”
“Of course I would,” I say in a soft voice that I don’t recognize as my own. I’m usually very strong, but my words are submissive. He gently pushes on my back and guides me through the room. Our soft steps on the marble floor are like ticks of a clock. One step at a time I get closer to what I’ve always wanted. I need him. I’ve hunted him and now I’m being led to my destiny.
“Did you bring a car my love?” he asks softly, winking as we pass one of his friends, who smiles in return.
“My Mercedes out front,” I say without thought. I rented it so that I would fit in. It cost me my wages for a week, but it was worth every cent. He nods, I can see him out of the corner of my eye smirking because he knows he’s got me in the palm of his hand. I’m clay in the hands of the artist. We walk towards the back entrance and I know he doesn’t plan on taking my car. There’s more room in his limo, I’m sure.
We walk through the back door and down a flight of stairs to a parking lot. Normally, I’d be cautious, but I’ve waited too long to be in his arms. I’m not letting go of him now, even if I am a little scared. The blood is pumping through my veins at an abnormally high rate. I can feel my pulse against my neck and breast, beating in rhythm with our steps on the concrete.
We finally reach a car, a black stretch Navigator. Classy. “Looks expensive,” I say softly. He smiles.
“I’m not worried.” His words ghost against the skin of my neck. I can feel the hot breathe. He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. I can feel his hard body against my back. It’s everything I’ve always wanted. His hand gently rubs the swell of my stomach underneath the dress. “So beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Get in,” he says opening the door with his other hand. I lean forward and slide against the soft leather of the seat. He slides in behind me and closes the door, locking it with one finger.
“Now that you have me here, what do you plan to do?” He smiles, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“Plenty.” His voice was full of promises of pleasure, comfort, and eventual pain. It wouldn’t last forever and we both knew it, but we had right now and that was all that mattered to us.
I leaned towards him and softly touched my smooth lips to his slightly chapped ones. He pushed my lips open with his, taking control right away. His tongue slipped against mine, caressing it softly. His hand slid up the silk of my dress to the part in the front. He pushed the fabric aside and slipped his hand inside it against my supple skin, leaving bumps in its wake.
As his hand got closer and closer to its destination, his kiss became more aggressive. He threaded his other hand through my locks and pushes me back against the seat. His weight on top of me felt heavenly. I can’t imagine a place that I’d rather be right now. As he caresses the soft skin under the black cotton, I sigh softly into his mouth and he pulls back to gaze at me. His hazel eyes have an intensity that burns through me, making me feel like Mona Lisa on display.