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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 25, 2012 19:49:31 GMT -5
Maxi still wasn't convinced it was real. When she woke at dawn, Maxi was still exhausted. She naturally woke up at first light, though. Getting into some clothes, she walked downstairs and shuffled into the kitchen. It was a mess, and there were two used plates on the table, not to mention the pain in her shoulders, back, and pelvis. That was confirmation enough, but she still couldn't believe what she had done. She'd had sex with a stranger. Brought him home, even! It was so unlike her, she had to check that it was the same red-haired, blue-eyed woman staring back at her in the mirror. Yet when she thought of it and felt the aching in her body...she couldn't deny she wanted more.
Still, she went out for her usual walk at dawn. It was the perfect time to go, a time when she could be herself, literally. She could walk through the empty streets in her natural form, blurred and misty, and it felt so good. It always felt like a weight coming off her shoulders when she blurred. The sunlight burned away the night, and Maxi felt herself waking from a terribly erotic and wonderful dream.
The day passed in a similar haze. She cleaned her house, washed the night away, and tried to do some grading. But every time she tried to focus, she would start fantasizing about a pair of blue-gray eyes and slightly misshapen hands. It made her blush to think of the things they did. All of the daydreaming led her back to sleep around noon, however, and when she woke it was early evening. She remembered the promise of August's return, but she didn't know whether to believe it or not. Only sunset would tell. As dusk drew near, she found it impossible to rest, and no amount of TV could capture her attention. She just lounged on her couch in jean shorts and an over-sized t-shirt, waiting for any sign of a visitor.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 25, 2012 20:42:19 GMT -5
August had gone home after his encounter with the gazelle. She wasn't really a gazelle the more he thought of it. She had been bold when she wanted something. She was more like a moth coming at him like a flame. That's the way he preferred things to be. When day broke, he formed into his solid form, and there he stayed, locked in his prison for the remainder of daylight.
Once dusk hit and the sun began to fade, so did his stone shell. He peered at the clock; nearly eight in the evening. He still had quite some time before he wanted to head to Maxine's. He got dressed, took a long run, ate and then showered. He spent a long time standing under the hot water, letting it scorch his skin. The hotter the better, as with everything else in life.
He relaxed at home for quite some time before finally getting dressed, slightly more casual this evening. He wore dark jeans and a crimson sweater, a crisp white t-shirt hiding below. He combed his messy hair and sprayed some cologne on himself.
The clock said it was half past ten and he decided to get going. On the way over he stopped at the liquor store grabbing a cabernet and a port, then made his way to the gazelle's house.
It was nearly eleven when he arrived, still feeling fresh from a nights...slumber? Stoning? He didn't know what it was but he felt ready for her. Anything. she had said. He had no idea what to do with her. Anything meant so many things. One thing he knew was certain; if she continued to grab at him the way she had the previous night he would tie her down.
He made his way to the door and rapped softly, stepping back and waiting for her to answer.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 25, 2012 21:00:06 GMT -5
Maxi had already given up the idea of August coming back. It was late, and she felt she had been so unproductive that day. Still, she held a dimly lit torch for him, doing her grading on the coffee table instead of in her office as she usually would. The more hours that passed, the more she was able to focus on the homework before her. How could she have expected him to come back? Her mother had been right about the cows and the milk after all. At least she could move on with being a normal high school English teacher.
By eleven o' clock, her eyes were bleary and she took off her reading glasses to rub her eyes. Perhaps she would call it a night, try and get herself back on her normal schedule. Then she heard the soft knocking on her door. Her heart immediately leaped into her throat, stopping there for a moment. Had she really heard that? She got off the pillow she placed on the floor and made her way towards the door. Her eyes tried to focus on the glass alongside the door, and sure enough, there was someone standing there. Moving slowly toward the door, she had to keep her heart from flying out of her chest. Apparently, her mother was wrong about that milk.
Her hands were a little shaky as they reached for the door knob, but she forced herself to calm her inner nervousness. Her over-sized t-shirt was hanging loosely off one shoulder, her feet bare, and her hair in its usual perfectly mussed state; all she could think is he might think she looked sloppy. When she opened the door and found him standing there in much more casual clothes than the night before, though, she felt a little comforted. His handsome face was even more handsome than she remembered and she gave an almost shy smile. "I wasn't sure if you were still coming," she said softly, leaning a hip on the door.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 25, 2012 21:25:50 GMT -5
August looked up, taking her in as she opened the door. Her loose shirt left a lot up to the imagination, save for the exposed shoulder. His eyes were dark as they watched her like a hungry animal. He allowed his lips to curl up at the edges as she leaned on the door.
"I said I'd come." He reminded, as if that should have been enough for her to know he would be there. "I promised to fuck you, and you promised "anything", except to use you as my own personal speed bag."
He let his eyes move down her body, examining her attire. There wasn't much on her bottom half, which he liked. Seeing her bare legs under the denim shorts turned him on. "It's rude not invite your guests in." He told her, his eyes moving to meet hers once more. August reached out and looped a finger into a belt loop of her shorts and pulled down lightly, stepping into her home at the same time so she couldn't back away from him.
The man looked down at his prey, standing far too close now, their torso's touching. "I won't tolerate rudeness." He whispered, his tone more playful than serious as he pushed her back enough to shut the door with his foot, staying close to her, his nose nearly touching hers. He lifted his other hand as he took a step back. "I brought win in case you've lost your nerve." He teased, brushing his lips lightly against hers before backing away.
August didn't need her permission to do what he pleased/ She'd technically already given it. He made his way to the kitchen, putting the bottles down and making himself at home, moving to the cabinet where the wine glasses lay. Now where did that wine key go...
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 25, 2012 21:56:34 GMT -5
Maxi blushed when August reminded her of their mutual promises, bashfully giving a breathy laugh at her feet. Him bringing that up while he was still on her porch made her self-conscious of what others could hear. Not that there was anyone around to hear, really. But her eyes came back to his in surprise when he spoke, and then fell to his hand when one finger looped into the belt loops of her jeans. Her heart raced when he pulled her to him, watching his lips when he spoke. "I won't tolerate rudeness." A smile spread across her face as she lifted her eyes to his and said just barely above a whisper, "Won't you come in?" Her feet her moving backward, following his movements and just waiting for him to kiss her. When his lips brushed against hers, her heart was throbbing, making her breath quicken. His breath was hot and all she wanted was to be his again.
He backed away and she realized she would have to get used to being teased. She sighed, calming her hot blood, and following him to the kitchen. He certainly knew his way around her house after last night. She watched, a little surprised, as he went right to the cabinet where she kept her wine glasses, remembering how he had pinned her there last night. But he couldn't seem to remember where the wine key was, and she gave a smile as she walked past him to the drawer and pulled it out. "Looking for this?" she asked now leaning against the counter.
She held it out to him helpfully, but felt playful, and retracted it just before he got it. With a giggle, she hid it behind her back, giving him a coy smile. "What'll I get for it?" she asked, teasing. Her playful self was coming back to the surface, even without the wine.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 25, 2012 22:12:56 GMT -5
It was as if she had read his mind, coming behind him and pulling out the wine key. "Yes." he breathed and reached for it, but she quickly pulled away. August stared at her unsure how to feel. Part of him got angry she was toying with him. He was the puppeteer, not the other way around. He didn't like to be jerked around, but on the other hand she was opening herself up for so many things.
His eyes narrowed as he mentally ran through his list of options. He could play her game, but he wasn't much for games. He could pin her against the counter and force her to give it to him, be it by grabbing it, spanking her or fucking her, but he had a feeling that was exactly what she was hoping for Lastly he could make her feel foolish for her transgression, laying down hints or threats to make her behave in the way he wanted.
He sighed. "I told you I don't tolerate rudeness." He reminded. "You didn't invite me in until provoked and now you're holding what I want hostage. Do I really need to just take everything from you?" He asked, feeling himself getting hot already. "Is that what you want, Maxine?" His voice grew softer, darker as he moved in front of her, blocking her escape.
"If I have to take it from you, I promise you'll regret it." His tone was borderline sadistic, a smile creeping onto his face. His finger slid into her belt loop once more, pulling her pelvis against his. He liked having that little loop there. "Now, are you going to behave or will I have to make you, Maxine?" He raised his free hand, showing his palm to her in case she decided to make the right choice and hand it over. This was going to be a fabulous evening indeed.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 25, 2012 22:59:48 GMT -5
August's tone was quiet, but it was dangerous. Maxi knew not to toy with him, but it provoked him and made him rougher. She didn't want him angry, though, so she worried for a moment that she had angered him. "Do I really need to just take everything from you? Is that what you want, Maxine?" Is that what she wanted? She did like when he took her, which was what he was hinting at, but she was still apprehensive about making him angry. Still, she did want him to take her...in every way he wanted. "If I have to take it from you, I promise you'll regret it." She doubted that. Hitting her face and punching her were off the list, and he didn't want her maimed. How many ways could he make her regret it? Well...there were quite a few when she considered it. Denying her sex being a big one, which was at the forefront of her mind right now.
His finger pulled her pelvis to his once more, and she felt her own small smile coming to her lips at his darker one. "Now, are you going to behave or will I have to make you, Maxine?" She loved the way he used her proper first name. It somehow made it easier for her to separate her everyday self from the person she was with August. With August, she was a sexual deviant. She bit her lip cutely, her hand still wrapped around the wine key behind her back, seriously considering her choices. What would he do to her if she didn't give it up? She looked at his open palm and decided the threat of his anger was stronger than her desire to toy with him. Carefully, she placed the wine key in his hand.
"'Here," she said softly, leaning back on the counter again. She wanted to know what his preferences were, as she had already agreed that her only preference was simply him. One thing she knew is he didn't like games. That was pretty clear by now. But what could she do to tease him, make him want her more? That was something she supposed she would have to discover. One thing she could remember from the night before was he liked it when she said his name. Just the reminder of it was enough to make a shiver run through her. Being so close to him, the smell of him, was intoxicating. She wanted to touch him, but she kept her hands on the edge of the counter, a hard task when her blood was heating. Her hip jutted forward a little, though, brushing against his, just enough to let him know it was intentional. The whole time she held his gaze silently.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 26, 2012 5:52:52 GMT -5
August grinned down at his gazelle as she slid the key into his hand. His fingers closed around it and he held her gaze silently for a moment, seeing she had battled with the decision. He wasn't allowed to slap her face, but that rule wouldn't stop him from swatting her elsewhere if he needed to. "Good girl." he said softly, his hand sliding to her face as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek.
August clearly saw she wasn't a very patient girl. She wanted him to take her upstairs and take her now. Hell, he was certain she wouldn't even care about the upstairs part. He could strip her there and take her as he had the night before, but he liked making her wait. It was more amusing watching her beg with her eyes, her pelvis touching his in an attempt to tease him into doing what she wanted.
He snaked a hand around her waist and pulled it firmer against his, allowing her to feel his own swelling excitement, then leaned forward and delivered another brief kiss to her lips. "A little over zealous, aren't we?" He asked with a smirk and a chuckle that rumbled deep in his throat. He pecked her lips once more and pulled away, grabbing the wine glasses as he went, moving easily to the kitchen table.
August easily opened both bottles of wine, pouring the port for her and the cabernet for himself. He held her glass out to her while sipping his own. "Come, share a drink with me first or I might feel like I'm being used." August wasn't interested in a conversation really, but he wanted to make her wait until he felt she couldn't stand it anymore. As it was she looked like she was about to explode, and hopefully the wine would ease her eagerness. Truth was he was using her just as much as she was using him. This little arrangement was working in both their favors. "Tell me about your day."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 26, 2012 11:04:16 GMT -5
Maxi's grin widened when August pulled her to him, feeling what she had been hoping for. He kissed her and she thought for a brief moment maybe he would appease her. A giggle left her when he spoke, but the next kiss was briefer than the first, and soon he pulled away. Perhaps she was too eager. Wasn't it best to leave them wanting? She needed to calm down. He walked to the table, pouring wine, and for a moment she just watched him from the counter. "Come, share a drink with me first or I might feel like I'm being used." She laughed. As if he wasn't using her, perhaps more so than she was attempting to use him. It couldn't hurt to try and get to know him more. She knew very little of him, considering.
She moved to the table and took the glass from him, surprised he wanted to hear about her day. Taking a sip, she took a seat at the table, crossing her legs demurely. That would help block off her desire. "Well, when I woke up this morning I was quite sure you were really here last night. You might be surprised, but I don't normally pick up men and bring them home in one night, particularly not ones I meet in liquor stores," she said with a playful smile. "But considering I spent an hour cleaning up the mess we made, I figured it must have happened. Then I slept for most of the rest of the day and worked on some grading." She looked to the mess of paper on her coffee table, not having had time to clean it up before he got there.
"How was your day?" she asked, taking another sip of wine. She knew how his day was. He had been imprisoned in stone on top of a building somewhere. But still, she asked, being polite, trying to keep up a conversation. If he wanted to slow down, she was more than willing to accommodate that. Honestly, though, she wasn't sure what he wanted. He was too hard to read.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 26, 2012 15:01:52 GMT -5
August seemed attentive as he sat and watched the vixen across from him. Now that he could focus more on her without the looming thoughts on how to get her clothes, he could see how delicate she was, like fine China. She had a classic look to her that he truly appreciated considering his age. She was captivating in her own way, and he enjoyed watching her as a man instead of like a beast. That aside, the words spilling from her lips were less than fascinating. They were downright dull and he had a hard time really paying attention. He just didn't care much about what she had to say, but he never let on, his eyes focused on her speak, grinning when appropriate, like she had captivated when really all he wanted to do was put that mouth to better use.
"How was your day?" He recalled her question from the previous night, but he decided to play coy again, not letting on that his "day" really only just began a few hours ago. "No complaints to speak of." He said keeping it vague. "Yet." His grin broadened and he sipped his wine. "It's been quiet and relaxing."
August licked his lips and let his eyes run down to her crossed legs, blocking her most sensual area. "You know, I think I like you just like this." And it was true. He enjoyed knowing he could take her more by surprise, or start being demanding when he pleased. It was hard to focus on that when she was ready to rip her clothes off. "You need patience. You're very eager, which is nice, don't get me wrong, but enthusiasm has a time and place." He explained.
"I know you want to get fucked." His tone was casual as if he were commenting on the fine weather they were having that evening. Much less crisp than the night before. "And I know you'd like me to hold you down and take what I please." He smirked now, placing his wine glass on the table and folding his hands on his lap, trying his very best to keep his own hormones at bay. "But what else could we do first? Before I make you scream with ecstasy, that is." There was a hint of lust in his eyes. "Tell me, Maxine. Don't show me." It was all part of being a mind fuck. He wanted her to want it so bad she was shaking with desire. She was so impetuous he was sure it wouldn't take long for her to give into her own desires and attack him, but he would do his best to tame her for the time being.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 26, 2012 16:02:05 GMT -5
"You know, I think I like you just like this." Maxi smiled and cocked her head to the side, not sure what August meant. What was "this"? "You need patience. You're very eager, which is nice, don't get me wrong, but enthusiasm has a time and place." Maxi blushed, realizing she had indeed been overeager, but she laughed a little at it instead of letting it bother her. She chalked it up to just not being able to control herself around him. It was also funny because she had patience on an everyday basis. Patience was a virtue her parents always stressed, and it worked well for her in her work with hormonal teenagers. But around August, she didn't feel very virtuous.
"I know you want to get fucked." The words took her by surprise, and her eyebrows arched as her face turned pink. "And I know you'd like me to hold you down and take what I please." With a breathy laugh, she looked away and hid her face behind her hand. How could he talk about it so casually? It made her squirm to talk about sex. Strange how doing it was much less devious than talking about it. She turned her eyes back to him when he requested she say what they could do beforehand, making her heart race. He obviously liked seeing her squirm. Picking up her glass, she took a deep swig to calm her blood. She suppressed her nervous smile as she placed her hands in her lap, mimicking him. Her fingers locked around each other in nervousness, and she have him a slightly wary look. She could do this.
"Well," she started, forcing herself to continue looking him in the eyes. She had to be less shy around this man, especially if he was trying to get her to talk dirty. Where was her confident alter ego when she needed her? She gave a sigh and leaned back in her chair, a little smirk coming to her lips. "I've been told I'm very skilled with my mouth. I suppose you could decide that for yourself, if you like." The more she talked, the more comfortable she felt, so her hands eased a little on her lap, laying more relaxed on her thighs. "But I'm good with my hands, too. My last name McManus means, 'Of the hands.'" She reached for her wine, taking a sip before looking back to him, her legs still crossed in a relaxed manner. Her blood was boiling, though. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, her cheeks still pink, but much less inflamed than before. She waited patiently for his answer.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 26, 2012 18:36:28 GMT -5
It was easy to play Maxine. The pinker she got, the more turned on he became. She squirmed in her seat which only further excited him. He lived for it, seeing women so unsure. She knew what she wanted, and she was willing to go for it, but taking a step back and saying it was always more difficult. She had become bashful and it took almost all he had to not pounce on her and have his way then and there. He hoped she wouldn't lose that quality.
His eyes were burning as they watched her, glad she kept eye contact without having to be told to. He liked looking in her eyes and seeing she meant all she said. "I've been told I'm very skilled with my mouth. I suppose you could decide that for yourself, if you like." His lips twitched trying to hold back a grin. He would certainly be deciding that for himself soon. Probably very soon.
He listened patiently as she continued, talking about her hands and last name. McManus. He would remember that. It would be useful information if ever he needed more information on her. He still despised her name, but somehow it was growing on him some. Maybe it was because he was enjoying his new play thing. t almost didn't matter what she was called. It wasn't as if she had chosen to be called Maxine, but Maxi? He cringed a little inside.
He thought about relinquishing control to her. If he allowed her to put her lips around his manhood he would easily fall under her spell. The night was so young, still. At least for him. He licked his lips and then sucked down a large gulp of wine, trying to decide what he wanted to do next.
"Being with me is such a contrast to your every day life, isn't it." He asked, though he didn't really expect an answer. She was craving something more exciting, and he was willing to give it to her. He sighed and leaned back. "If you'd like, I'm interested in seeing just how skilled that mouth of yours is." He did his best to hide the hungry look in his eyes, but he couldn't deny the want he was feeling as the bulge in his pants became more prominent.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 26, 2012 21:54:15 GMT -5
August certainly wasn't what she was used to on an everyday basis. A smile crossed Maxi's face at that comment. "If you'd like I'm interested in seeing just how skilled that mouth of yours is." Her smile grew. Yeah, she wanted to. But the vixen inside her was coming to the surface and she felt like teasing him as much as he had teased her."Okay," she agreed softly. She uncrossed her legs and got to her feet, stepping the short distance to him. Bending at the hip, she pressed her lips against his passionately, bringing her hands to his face. Her tongue snaked against his, soft and hot. It was brief, but enough to let him know how badly she wanted him.
When she pulled away, she stayed close to him, her hand creeping down his arm. Her fingers curled around his, picking his hand up off his thigh. She brought his hand to her mouth, licking his fingertips as her eyes watched his. Her mouth came around his middle finger, the longest and she sucked hard, her lips dragging slowly along the length of his finger. When her mouth went back down to the base of his finger, her tongue played at the tip, swirling seductively. Again she sucked down to the base, slowly inching back off it before she finally released it. A coy smile came to her face, her cheeks pink despite her lustful eyes. She wanted to make it clear with her eyes that what she had just done to his finger was only a portion of what she could do to the rest of him. Maxi was not the most experienced lover, but what education she did have was good education, and she made sure to retain it. She tried not to let the realization of what she had just simulated make her blush too much.
"How was that?" she asked amorously, both of her soft hands still holding his. She loved those hands. Right now, she had a feeling this hand loved her too. She didn't release it, waiting for his answer.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 26, 2012 22:29:43 GMT -5
His eyes were glued to her as she made her way over, closing the short distance between them. He had no idea what her intentions were, but when her lips met his he obeyed, parting his own and allowing her entry. His hands stayed down as she swirled her tongue against his, responding as he needed, but no more than necessary. Maxi was in charge now, and she could do with him as she pleased.
All too soon her lips were removed from his and he was left there wanting more, though he made no clue towards it other than the throbbing bulge in his pants. It was clear what he wanted, and it was Maxi.
He felt unsure for a moment when she took his hand. The room was well lit and he didn't really like his hands toyed with. August found himself to be an attractive man. He took good care of himself and it showed. The one thing he could not fix, however, was his hands. The abuse he had suffered during training had left his hands misshapen. The knuckles had been swollen with breaks and bruises and some of it never went down. They were slightly discolored and there were scars across them. He wanted to pull away but his desire allowed her to do what she wanted.
When her lips wrapped around his finger, his own lips parted as he watched. He actually shifted a little in his seat, squirming under the buildup of his own sexual desire. She wasn't kidding; she had skills. At one point his eyes slid shut as did his mouth and he let a soft moan hum from his lips.
"How was that?" she asked as her tease ended far too soon for August. His eyes slid open and were full of overwhelming desire. He was quiet, watching her, unsure of his next move.
Fuck it, he was too turned on to continue his tease. He stood and moved too close to her once more, sliding a hand to the hem of her shorts and with skilled fingers, undid the button keeping them securely in place. "You win." He growled. "I'm ready to make good on my promise."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 28, 2012 13:24:26 GMT -5
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"Come. Let's eat."
Maxi smiled wide, still wrapped in August's arms. "Sounds good," she replied, giving him another quick kiss before untangling herself from him. She liked it there against him, but she was hungry. "Feel free to look in the fridge or the pantry for anything you want. I'm going to, uh, clean up a little," she said with a blush. The details weren't necessary. She needed to go to the bathroom to clean up as much of his seed as she could.
Scooting to the half-bathroom, it took her a couple minutes to satisfactorily clean herself up. Quickly, she washed her hands and ran her fingers through her red hair before considering herself in the mirror. Her skin looked like it was glowing a little in the light of the bathroom; not literally, but she was radiant. She belonged to August now, and she had never felt more beautiful. There was no need to even cover herself up tonight.
Traipsing back into the kitchen, she smiled at August. "Did you find anything?" she asked. She was willing to whip up whatever he felt like eating, almost as a small token of appreciation for fucking her brains out.
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