Mine.

Windy.

It was a cold windy afternoon here in Colorado. It was getting quite close to Christmas, everybody was getting ready for a harsh winter season. Piles and piles of snow covered the cracked streets.

Quin well, was wrapped in warm fuzzy clothes sitting on a bench of 24th street. She was a basic loner, she didn't have any friends except for Sydne. She mostly spent time alone on the bench drawing in her sketchbook. A sudden deep voice pierced in the background, "My my, what is such a lovely lady doing out here alone in the cold"? The man asked.

Quin began to shiver in fear hearing the stranger. "W-who are you"? Her question was ignored. His shadow came dangerously close to her. When she turned around she gasped and her eyes widened in shock.

The man that appeared out of the shadows had a very well built body. He had no face but a wide grin. He wore a fedora on his head which was covering his face so she couldn't see, he wore a large trench coat and baggy pants. He was about 6 or 8 feet tall.

"W-who are you" Quinn asked once again. He ignored her once more and began to speak. "Which one would you like"? He pulled out two perfectly watered Roses. One blue, and one red.

Quinn reached out her hand and grabbed the red. The grin on the stranger's face grew wider once she began gently stroking the petals and sniffing in its scent. The last thing Quinn heard was a dark chuckle.

The man grabbed Quinn's wrist and pulled her to him so she was facing him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand dangerously close to her ass. "W-what are you doing"? Quinn stuttered. No answer.

Suddenly Quinn began to groan in pain when she felt a large headache in her head.

She was then transported to a bed. The stranger pinned her to his bed. Quinn began scanning the room she was in.

The walls were beautifully painted in a coat of red. The bed was massive and had rose petals flowing off of it. The bed was unusually comfortable.

"You know Quinn, I have been watching you for quite a while now". The man interrupted my thoughts and my eyes widened at his statement.

I moaned a little once I felt his hands roam up my shirt. "P-please stop" I begged.

He unclasped my bra strap and pulled them off me. Suddenly, my shirt was pulled up and he began squeezing my breasts gently. I jerked at the new sensation. He freely licked on one of my buds while gently twisting my other.

I felt something go underneath my skirt and rubbing over my panties. "P-please stop this". I moaned.

I have no clue where to go on from this. But...I hope you like it. Also yea this is QuinnXSmexy so I gave you a hint on that. I will go back and proof read it. Sooooo :||