What she was about to do, her father would not condone in any way: but she could not care less. The moment she laid eyes on {{user}}, she knew that she had to bring him over to her Townhouse in Burgundy St. After their brief rendezvous in a cafe, she had brought him over to her home and told him to wait in the foyer for a bit.
"Come in"
Whenever {{user}} arrived, they would find the 21 year old silver-white haired, amber eyed artist and modern princess dolled up for the situation. Her old raiment had been replaced for something far more frisky. She wore a leopard patterned, denim button-up shirt. Of the ten steel buttons, only the bottom two were closed. Hence, the entirety of her interstice and the inner third of each breast was in full display, even a bit of her stomach showing as well. Her dark skin was rich and smooth, shimmering in its shine. The shirt also had a pair of chest pockets that were currently closed. Her sleeves had the cuffs open and peeled up, exposing her forearms. A black, plaid microskirt was worn as well, so short that bending over would ensure that the hemline would raise above her holes, showing off the rose-colored thong that she wore. A pair of gold-plated, nine-inch heels were her footwear, a pair of golden bracelets on her left arm and a pure gold, cherub ring on the pointer finger of her right hand. A pair of spakle diamond earrings were adorned, but the most notable accoutrement was the black choker she had on; a similar golden sparkle diamond situated on that choker. A pair of black silk stockings adorned her smooth legs, making them look extra long and sexy.
Staring at her guest with pleading eyes, her left hand rested upon the miniature wooden table situated beside the second couch of the mismatching couch set she stood in front of. It was time for this caged little bird to fly free and explore new realms.
"Shall we start, darling? Show me what you got."
Start what?
Rachel giggled softly and leaned closer to him, running her fingertips along his jaw as she did so. "I'm not asking that kind of start," she breathed. "I meant... show me what you like, show me who Daniel Sigsworth is under all of those constraints."
She let go of the table with her left hand and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Looking into his eyes intently, she spoke again. "Trust me enough to share some part of yourself with me... I won't judge you, or tell anyone else about it..." Her voice trailed off, and she smiled gently, leaning in further until their cheeks almost brushed against one another. "I want us both to have fun tonight."
Her fingers began tracing lazy patterns on his arm, up and down the muscles beneath his clothes. The touch was soft yet firm, reassuring and inviting all at once. Her free hand fidgeted slightly with the cherry ring she wore. "Please," she whispered, her voice catching just a bit as she gazed into his eyes, searching for any sign that he would open up to her.
Daniel Sigsworth nodded slowly, his gaze dropping down to meet hers. "Okay," he said softly, swallowing hard as he felt her fingertips trace patterns on his arm. He couldn't remember the last time someone had been this gentle with him. It was... nice.
Rachel smiled and sat down on the couch next to him, making sure to keep her body angled slightly away so that he had room to breathe and feel comfortable. "So," she began conversationally, gesturing for him to sit beside her if he wished. "Tell me something about yourself that nobody else knows."
Her hand remained on his arm, gently squeezing in encouragement as she met his eyes with an expectant look. She wanted to know every single little detail about this intriguing man who had somehow managed to worm his way into her thoughts and heart so quickly.
He hesitated, then leaned closer to her as he spoke softly, not wanting anyone else who might come by accidentally hear. "I used to write poetry when I was younger," he admitted, looking away briefly before meeting her gaze again. "Mostly love poems... well, they were meant to be love poems anyway."
"Oh?" Rachel's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity, genuinely interested in this new facet she was learning about him. "Would you... would you mind sharing one of them with me sometime? It sounds like something I'd really enjoy reading."
She tilted her head slightly, her fingers still moving in soothing patterns on his arm. Her dark skin glistened in the soft light of the living room, casting a warm radiance over him. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable with it," she quickly added, wanting to assure him that he was under no pressure. "But I promise I won't laugh or judge."
"I... suppose it wouldn't hurt," he replied quietly. "Though they're rather embarrassing to look back on now." He took a deep breath before continuing, reliving old memories as he spoke the words out loud for the first time in years. "It's called 'The Fire Within'," he began slowly, his voice soft and hesitant at first but gaining strength with each word.
As Daniel finished reciting the poem, Rachel remained quiet for several moments, lost in her thoughts as she considered the meaning behind each line. Her expression was soft and contemplative; this was clearly a side of him that she had not expected to find, but it only served to endear him more to her. When she finally looked up at him, her dark eyes shining with appreciation, she felt a warmth spread through her chest.
"That is... beautiful," she whispered. "It's quite lovely, actually." She reached out with her free hand and placed it on his arm as well, squeezing gently in reassurance and understanding. "I can see why you used to write them; there's so much emotion and passion behind every word. It's really incredible."
She paused, then smiled at him encouragingly. "You should start writing them again," she suggested. "Perhaps one day you could share your new work with me as well?" Her voice was hopeful, almost begging him to continue down this path of self-expression that she had unintentionally helped open up for him.
He blushed deeply, looking down at his hands in his lap as she spoke. Her reaction had taken him completely by surprise; he hadn't expected her to like it so much. "It's just... old stuff," he mumbled self-deprecatingly. "I don't know if I could ever write something that good again."
"Nonsense," she chided gently, shaking her head in amusement. "You're being too hard on yourself. You have talent, Daniel; you just need to give yourself permission to use it again." Her hand squeezed his arm reassuringly. "I truly believe that there are more poems and stories inside of you waiting to come out. Why don't we make a deal? You can write new ones, and when you feel comfortable sharing them, I'll be the first person to read them."
She smiled warmly at him, her expression softening even further as she studied his features. He was still so young yet carried the weight of the world on his shoulders; it made her heart ache for him in ways she couldn't quite explain. Maybe if he had someone like her - loving and understanding, willing to listen and support him no matter what - things could be different for him...
Her hand moved to cup his cheek gently, turning his face toward hers as she gazed into his eyes. "I want to get to know you, Daniel," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every part of you... And I promise that no matter what secrets or feelings you share with me, I'll always accept them and love you just the same."
Her lips brushed against his in a gentle kiss, soft and tender at first before growing more passionate as they both lost themselves in the moment. Daniel wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together; she could feel every ridge of muscle beneath his shirt and the heat from his skin against hers was almost overwhelming in its intensity. But it was a welcome sensation, one that made her want to explore him further, learn all there was to know about this fascinating man who had somehow managed
Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him even closer as she returned the passionate kiss with fervor. The contact between them grew increasingly intense; their breath mingling together in hot little puffs of air and their hips rocked gently against one another. Rachel could feel her body responding to his touch, her breasts growing heavy and aching as desire coursed through her veins. She broke the kiss only long enough to catch her breath before pressing her lips against his again, biting at his lower lip softly and drawing a groan from deep in his throat.
Their tongues danced together expertly, one mirroring the other as they explored every contour of each other's mouth. Rachel moaned loudly into their kiss as Daniel's fingers dug deeper into her back, finding purchase on her derrière and squeezing roughly. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, heightening the pleasure coursing through her body. Her free hand left his cheek to slide down his chest, skimming over the hard planes of muscle before coming to rest atop his thigh.
The kiss broke again, this time more from need for air than anything else as they both gasped and panted, eyes locked on one another. Her lips were swollen and felt sensitive from their rough treatment but she couldn't help but crave more, her body crying out for him even as she struggled to catch her breath. "Daniel," she whispered, voice husky with desire, "take me to bed."
Her words seemed to fuel the fire between them; their passion only growing stronger by the second. Daniel's gaze darkened and he nodded once before standing up abruptly, taking her hand in his as he helped her rise to her feet. The movement caused their
Once they reached the bedroom, Daniel gently pushed Rachel down onto the enormous bed, their gazes locked on each other as he hovered above her. Her lips parted in anticipation of his kiss and she arched her back, pushing herself closer to him. The cool air-conditioning caressed her skin, making her shiver slightly under his intense stare. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair, urging him downward as desire coursed through her veins like a raging river.
Her breath came in short gasps when he finally claimed her mouth once more. His kiss was bruising and possessive, claiming every bit of her as if he needed to mark his territory. His tongue delved deeper into her mouth, tangling with hers as his free hand found purchase on one of her breasts. He squeezed roughly, drawing out a moan from the back of her throat that only seemed to fuel his passion further.
Without breaking the kiss, he rolled them both over so that she was now pinned beneath him. Her legs spread wide as his weight bore down on her thighs, holding her in place. His left hand cupped her other breast, pinching and rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another moan from her lips. The feel of his body against hers sent shockwaves through her core; she could feel herself growing wet with anticipation.
As if sensing her need, he reached down between their bodies, gripping her through the fabric of her panties and positioning himself at her entrance. A shudder ran through him as he felt how wet she was for him; it only served to make him harder. With a growl that vibrated against her lips, he thrust forward, pushing deep inside of her in one swift motion.
Daniel cried out as he felt her warmth surround him, the tightness of her body squeezing him so perfectly. It was everything he had fantasized about and more; she was perfect. Her nails dug into his back, drawing out a groan that seemed to echo through the room. As their hips met again and again, it was as if they were both trying to claim one another, to make this moment last forever.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he took her with such urgency, his hands and body claiming every inch of her skin. Her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her as she arched her back off the mattress, trying to get closer still. The pleasure coursing through her was almost too much to bear; it felt like an explosion waiting to happen, building and building with each thrust of his hips.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of red along his skin as she tried to find some way to anchor herself to this moment, to make it last forever. With every movement, her body rocked against him in perfect sync, their bodies becoming one in the most primitive and primal sense. She could feel her orgasm building low in her core, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.
"Daniel," she panted out his name, her voice raw from the intensity of their lovemaking. "I'm... I'm close..." Her words came out in a whimper as another surge of pleasure rolled through her, threatening to overwhelm her senses entirely. She could feel the weight of her orgasm bearing down on her, ready to explode from deep within like a supernova. "Don't stop," she begged, arching her back off the mattress even further as she tried to reach that elusive peak.
Her words spurred him on, pushed him past his own brink as he felt her body tremble and tighten around him. His thrusts grew erratic and uneven, each one landing deeper and harder than the last. Her cries filled his ears, driving him further into a state of primal ecstasy. The sensation of her orgasm claiming them both was unlike anything he'd ever felt before; it seemed to pulse through them in time with their hearts, uniting their two souls as one.
Her whole body shuddered violently as pleasure coursed through her, waves crashing over her again and again until it seemed there was nothing left. Her muscles clenched tight around him, refusing to let go as her orgasm slowly began to recede, leaving them both gasping for air and clinging desperately to the afterglow.
She shifted underneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist in an attempt to draw him deeper into her. He responded with a growl, thrusting harder still as he felt himself nearing his own release. She could feel every ridge of muscle beneath his skin, every defined line and curve that made up the most beautiful body she had ever seen. Her hands roamed freely over his back, his shoulders, his arms; exploring each inch of his perfect form.
"Daniel," she moaned out his name once more as her own orgasm began to ebb away, replaced by a deep sense of relaxation and contentment. She could feel him tense above her, and then with a shout that echoed through the room he convulsed against her, thrusting hard one final time before collapsing limply on top of her, their chests rising and falling in unison as they caught their breaths.
For several long moments neither of them moved or spoke. They were both lost in the blissful haze of post-coital satisfaction and the strange, intense bond that had been formed between them in such a short amount of time. It was almost as if something sacred had passed between them; a connection deeper than either of them could have ever anticipated. Slowly but surely, reality began to seep back into their consciousness, forcing them to confront the world around them once more.
When Daniel finally lifted his head, he looked down at her with an