[guide.chat] story love is created not made

From: vanessa <qwerty1234567a@xxxxxxxxx>
To: "GUIDE CHAT" <guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 10:50:20 -0000
Love is Created Not Made

I can see her eyes on the small part of my bare chest escaping from my 
button-up shirt. I wore it just for her. The intense look as she stares at the 
buttons, interests me. I watch her lips. They part, slowly and in the slightest 
bit. I know what she wants. Just one more minute, and you?re free. Her bottom 
lip dips as she nibbles on it. The clock ticks? tick tock tick tock?

"Alright, now, you take care of our girl alright?" She snaps out of her 
intensity and hugs her father. Goodnight. Goodnight. Freedom soon, my darling.

"I will Sir. She?ll be back by noon tomorrow. Goodnight, Sir. Goodnight, 
Ma?am." I turn around and wait for her hand to find mine and the sound of a 
closing door.

In the car, she stares at me while I drive. The night must be cold, because the 
windows are steaming. No, it?s the car. The heat in the car is insane. Her 
fingers distract me as they slide to my stiff collar. She brushes down to the 
first button. I try not to smirk. Not yet, Miss. Greedy.

Once the car is in my driveway, we enter my dark and empty home. I lead her to 
my bedroom, and stare out at my illuminated pool. A silent door sliding closed 
startles me in a way and I turn to face her.

Her eyes are intense once again and she pounces on her prey. Her clothes are 
already falling off before she reaches me. Her lips entice mine. She has my 
shirt off in a few seconds and her lips fall down my throat. I am so drunk with 
her that I can barely see, but I do notice that under her formality she has on 
her suit. OH, her lips steal me from reality.

However, I have not succumb to her yet, even as her hands fall down my sides. I 
slip away from this beast and find my trunks. Hidden behind the bed, still 
being stalked, I change into the trunks. She pounces on me once more and I 
finish off the last of her clothes, brushing her stomach with the tips of my 
fingers.

The only thing that I could ever want really from her is permission for my 
hands on her stomach. She hates to be tickled, she?s sensitive about her 
"weight" (in which she doesn?t have), but the skin that lies from her rips to 
her waist is so soft, so delicate, so wonderful, I can?t help it. I pick her 
up, then float to the outside air.

It refreshes us. The air fills my lungs, clean and cool. I set her down in the 
Jacuzzi before I slip into the still stretch of pool below it. As I cut into 
the water, she watches. Her eyes are softer, needy. I come to her and kiss her 
nose and she surprises me. From the wall of the Jacuzzi she dives into the 
water with me.

She leads me to a spot where we can both stand and she wraps herself around me. 
She doesn?t seem so flirtatious. She is loving me in her way. Her arms are 
tight and her head is laid on my heart. It beats fast for you. Can you hear it? 
I can feel her cheeks stretch into a smile and she shuts her eyes. I hold her 
in my arms and lay my cheek on her moist hair.

I love you too. 


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Vanessa The Google Girl.
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[guide.chat] story love is created not made

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