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On several of her stories, Dark Nites wrote:
"I have no problem with people e-mailing my stuff around, as long as my name
remains with it."
I'm taking that as permission to repost.
I have not tried this e-mail address, but Ole Joe's FAQ seems to imply that
it does not work.
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One Night.
Dark Nites
jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
What the hell was she doing in front of his apartment? She was
leaving just to get away from him, so why the hell was she here.. Dammit!
She knew perfectly well why. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled
herself together and rang the doorbell. She wanted and she had waited long
enough. She squared her shoulders and waited. The door opened.
"Lia!" It sounded to her as if the very way he said her name was
steeped in promises. He stepped aside and allowed her to pass through.
She turned to face him and their eyes locked. They both knew why she was
here.
Mesmerized, she gazed at him, intrigued by the clouding of his
eyes. He reached for her hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed her
fingers seductively all the while looking over at her through those
sensational violet eyes. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to say
anything.
She stepped forward confidently into his arms to meet his kiss, the
romance of the moment changing in a flash into while-hot passion. How long
had they they waited for this? Forever. Now she thirsted for his kisses,
her hand slipping into his hair, stroking the silken strands she loved so
much. Hot sparks of pleasure shot through her body, straight to her inner
core, forming a sharp pain there which she instinctively knew only he could
stop.
No strings attached. That was the deal. It seemed so cold-blooded
but she desired him with an urgency that couldn't be ignored. His hand
slipped up from his waist to the underside of her breast. She gasped as it
came alive at his touch, little shivers of pleasure running through her.
She was spiraling down a whirlpool and in a few moment, she knew that she
would not be able to deny him anything. He suddenly stopped kissing her
and gazed into her face, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek.
"Do you want me?", he asked softly, knowing full well the answer
but needing to hear it anyway. Lia's lips bruised by his kisses whispered
wretchedly "Yes." He drew a sharp breath and then framed her face with his
hands and murmured so softly that she could barely hear him.
"I want you more than any woman I've ever known. I want to touch
you like a lover and not like a friend. Once this happens, there can't be
any going back." "I know", she whispered as she leant forward to capture
his lips. He swept her up, carrying her to the fireplace, setting her
gently down on the soft Angora rug. He gazed into her face intently.
Something was wrong. It was unspoken by very real. Intuitively,
Sam knew that she was holding part of herself back from him. Dammit! He
needed to touch her. Body, mind AND soul. He needed her to want him as
much as he wanted her. Nothing less would do, he promised himself.
He lifted a finger and very deliberately outlined the shape of her
lips, lovingly following its contours. She parted her lips slightly,
inviting his touch, her eyes seducing him. He slipped his hands into her
hair, feeling the heady silk of it slipping through his fingers.
Fascinated her watched as she unbuttoned his shirt overcoming her
fears as she pushed it off his shoulders. She let her eyes wander down him
as she had done once before. How she had longed to touch him then, never
knowing that she would find the courage to do it. She let her hands drift
from his shoulders into the silky pelt of dark curls on his chest, feeling
him shudder as she tugged the hairs gently.
He reached for her, kissing her hard on the mouth while he pulled
her zip down. He let his lips burn a fiery trail of kisses down her neck
as she threw back her head, letting him have full access to her. His hand
pushed the dress off her shoulders, kissing the exposed skin as he did so.
The dress slid off, leaving her in her bra and panties, the firelight
casting golden shadows on her skin.
"Sam", she whispered urgently through her bruised lips. "I know.",
he answered softly, pushing her down onto the rug. Her hands traced the
hard muscles of his back, memorizing the hard planes of his body, slipping
downwards to mould the curve of his buttocks. He traced the edge of her
bra with fiery kisses, before sinking his face in the perfumed valley of
her breasts.
Suddenly, the memory of her rape popped into her mind. The knife!
Her body stiffened slightly, making Sam raise his head to look at her.
Ruthlessly, she pushed the memories away, knowing that it would be
different this time. Her body was finally ready to accept another man..
"Sam, make love to me." With a groan, he claimed her lips once
again, a promise of what was to come.
His hand stroked upwards to cup her breast. She gave a little cry
as her nails dug into his back. His thumb gently flicked her nipple,
making her gasp uncontrollably as an electric shock ran through the body.
Immediately, the little bud hardened, pushing against the flimsy lace of
her bra. Within seconds, he had pulled it off her, revealing the delicate
swell of her breasts.
"My God. You are exactly as I imagined!", he groaned before
letting his lips travel up the creamy slopes of her breasts. Her exquisite
nipples jutted forth inviting his touch while the fire cast dancing shadows
on her pale skin. His mouth claimed one hard bud, tantalizing it as he
nibbled and teased it with his lips, driving her wild with longing as he
continued with exquisite torture. The suddenly the teasing lover was gone.
Instead he whipped up a storm of sensations as he sucked on her straining
peak harder and harder. Gasping, she arched towards him as red-hot
lightning bolts shot straight to her groin where she felt the moistness
start up.
She shut her eyes, letting herself feel the intense pleasure he was
giving her. But God!, she wanted more, so much more! She raked her nails
down his back, making him shudder and kiss her other straining nipple.
"Dear God!", she cried, her fingers weaving themselves in his hair, as she
drowned in the wonderful tang of expensive aftershave and the scent of his
body.
He could feel her heart thudding beneath his hand, fluttering like
a trapped bird. He let his hands drift downwards, fastening on the
remaining piece of her underwear, drawing the soaked fabric down her legs.
Hypnotized by the sheer beauty he had unveiled, he drew back to remove the
rest of her clothes, his eyes never once leaving her.
She propped herself up on her elbows, drinking in the sight of his
intense masculine beauty. His body slim and tanned, perfectly formed with
not a spare inch anywhere. Her lover. Her man, she thought possessively
as she reached up to pull him down.
He covered her body with his, molding her to him. Flesh on flesh,
with no barriers. Touching, learning, discovering. No words were
necessary, only the magic that held them trapped existed. His hands slid
between her thighs, stroking the petal soft skin, insistently parting them
to his questing hands. When fingers finally slid between her moist lips,
she gasped then clutched him as he touched her at the most sensitive place
of all. Her heart sped up as she lost herself in the spell his skillful
hands were weaving around her.
His lips replaced his hands, his tongue probing her insistently,
driving her half crazy as he held her frantically straining body steady
under him. Again and again he brought her to the edge of climax, letting
her have a glimpse of ecstasy before suddenly stopping.
"Sam please...", she groaned as the emptiness within her grew.
He moved up to her before whispering "Not yet, my love." She plied her
neck and shoulders with hot kisses, while her hands roamed free, feeling
the whip-cord strength of his body, straining his self-control to its
limit.
She nibbled his ear before thrusting her tongue into it. The
result was explosive. She locked him in her arms as he gave a sharp cry,
involuntarily thrusting his hips against her to the rhythm her sliding
tongue set. Seizing her advantage, she reached down and grasped him firmly
in her hand, glorying in the knowledge that she too could drive him crazy
with pleasure.
The shuddering in his body grew with every stroke of her tongue
and each thrust of his shaft. With an immense burst of will-power, he
prevented himself from taking her then and there. It was too soon. He
wanted to make sure that she would never forget this night.
Lia was transformed. A new confidence poured into her as years of
suppressed sexuality exploded in her. Like a woman possessed, she arched
and twisted, demanding, determined to break his control. They grew
rougher, scratching and bruising each other like a pair of tigers as they
fought for supremacy.
Sam's control was breaking, his nerves were shattered and he knew
he couldn't hold off much longer. She had completely invaded his mind and
seduced him with her passion and femininity. Possessing her was the only
thing he could think of, making this incredibly woman his. Dear God, he
had to have her but he wanted everything not just what she chose to give
him.
Then suddenly he felt her last defenses fall. "Sam, please. I
need you so much.", she groaned. He gave a triumphant cry as he claimed
her lips. She pulled him closer, ready at last to receive him, needing to
feel joined to the man she had chosen.
He parted her legs before driving deep into her. Her strong
muscles contracted around him as the shock on his thrust hit her. He
started moving, slowly and deep within her. She shut her eyes, holding in
the wonderful feeling of his body grinding itself against her,
concentrating on the tension coiling up in the pit of her stomach. Slowly,
he wound her up like a spring until her body was taut under his, muscles
trembling slightly as she reached for her satisfaction.
"Open your eyes, Lia." Her lids lifted, showing her eyes glazed
with concentration. He withdrew slowly and then slammed back into her,
watching her as she threw back her head and arched into him.
"YES!" Her voice was a low growl as her legs wrapped around his
waist. She felt it. Her own power, her own strength. Her eyes were now
longer dazed but clear and intense as she started to grind herself against
him. Her nails dug into his back, goading him on. He started moving, each
thrust powerful as he stroked deep and hard within her. Harsh cries
escaped her as he thrust deeper and deeper into her inner core, filling her
completely. And then she was exploding...
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It was still dark when Lia awoke. She lay there, suddenly
realizing the magnitude of what she was about to do. She wanted to wake
him, to tell him that things had changed but she couldn't risk the
humiliation of going back on the terms of their agreement. This, at least
would be a clean break. She would have to leave now before her resolve
failed her.
But that it seemed was easier said than done. His arms were around
her, anchoring her body to his. Cautiously she lifted one arm off her
before wriggling out from under the other, keeping a watchful eye on him
all the while. Free, she leant over him. His breathing was even and he
looked tranquil.
"Thank you Sam, for tonight", she whispered. "I hope you can
forgive me for this.", she continued remorsefully. Five minutes later,
fully dressed, she slipped out of his apartment.
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Sam slowly drifted to consciousness. His arm groped for Lia but it
encountered nothing but cold sheets. He sat up with a start. He could
sense that she was gone. Oh, she could have easily been in the kitchen or
the shower, but deep in his heart, Sam knew she was gone.
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YES! A WOMAN DID WRITE THIS!!
(GOD! I'm exhausted...)
All comments and flames welcome at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
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One Night.
Dark Nites
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