π| ELEVEN

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π| ELEVEN

***That name, it sounds just like heaven to me...

***That name, it sounds just like heaven to me

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~Rachel

You don't seem to understand why she was suddenly having cold feet when she had earlier on come unto you do strongly. She had been the first to go all naughty on you after you approached her. She had been the first to declare and make her carnal interest known with a threat that made you feel so good. And that kiss, that kiss that she had given you to fulfil her promise, that kiss had spoken of the things that she was willing to do to you if you actually let her. The kiss had opened up your sexual horizon masterfully.

Then she had taken your hands and brought you outside, away from prying spectating eyes. Your heart had fluttered at the gesture, hoping for something wonderful. But, she had disappointed you when you had asked her where the both of you were headed. But you were quick to right that, assuring her that you knew exactly what the both of you needed, speaking so because she was looking at you like you a juicy plate of expensive steam and she needs to savour you.

You wondered then why she wasn't saying what she was supposed to say, especially after coming this far. So you had had to do it. And she had looked at you and asked you if you were sure about your decision to follow her home as if you were a teenage girl who didn't know much about the world. You had then answered as truthfully as you could, with all the enthusiasm in your heart because she looked like she needed the assurance to proceed.

Right now, You wanted her. You wanted her to descend upon you with the feral hunger vivid in her eyes. she was staring at you unconsciously like a sex starved obsessed pervert. Yet, you still wanted her, her feral hunger not bothering you one bit. You still wanted her to have you, to touch you, to hold you, to fuck you. You wanted her hands on your body, her mouth on your breast, her tongue on your sex, her fingers buried deep inside your vajayjay.

Your body ached for her touch, this woman that you just met. Your body ached for her as if it had known her before. It ached for her as if it recognized her, recognized her power, recognized her touch. It ached to the point that you almost called it a fool for doing so. Yet, you didn't blame your body. It had been set, finely tuned to desire beauty, money and power. And, she smelt so much like all three, owning all of it.

Therefore when she asked for you hands with her outstretched palm and said to you; 'Come little bird. Let me take you away. To a place that you would most surely love.' You had only smiled brightly at her and given her your hand without any form of doubt or even a qualm.

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