graffiti wall (louise + wesley)

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Čet Apr 25, 2013 6:50 pm

tag; wesley fucking pierce

verjetno bi ji bilo ljubše, če se ne bi igrala z ognjem in bi preprosto stopila čez plesišče do tistega božanskega rjavolasca, ki je slonel ob točilnem pultu in jo slačil s pogledom. a vsekakor ne bi bilo niti približno toliko zabavno. nekdo je enkrat rekel, da se na dobre stvari čaka? no, njo je spravljalo ob pamet, ko se mu je nalašč izmaknila vsakič, ko se ji je približal na nekaj metrov. do te mere, da si je šla že celo sama sebi na živce. petkov večer je minil tako kot vsi poprej. prišla je v lokal z nekaj prijateljicami in za vikend odložila značko doma. ni nameravala niti pomisliti nanjo, kar je bila mala malica. zlahka je pozabila svojo pravo identiteto in se za nekaj noči spremenila v nekoga drugega. laži so ji od nekdaj brez težav polzele z jezika in z lahkoto bi prejela olimpijsko medaljo za laganje. morda je bil kriv njen obraz? znala je napraviti najbolj nedolžen angelski pogled na svetu in zlasti moški so mu prevečkrat nasedli. zamotili so se z dekoltejem, ki jim ga je ponesreči porinila v obraz, in naslednje kar je vedela, so jo tako zelo taktično spraševali, če bi jim delala družbo. včasih je svojo vlogo igrala celo malce dlje in prav po punčkasto zavzdihnila od nervoze, ko so ji pričeli odpenjati gumb in zadrgo. v svoji vročični meglici itak niso mogli razmišljati z drugim delom telesa kakor s svojim napetim tičem, kar jih je navadno gladko stala. ne bo lagala, v večini primerov je iskala zgolj užitek zase in jim ni nameravala usluge vrniti. izjeme so bile tiste bogate trofeje, ki jih je izkoristila za več kot en večer, in posebej dobri žrebci, katerim bi z veseljem predstavljala osebni grelec postelje. rjavolasec na drugi strani plesišča je nedvomno sodil v to kategorijo, le da si ni znala razložiti njegovega predatorskega, kanček blaznega in predvsem vinjenega pogleda.

presedlo mu je prej kot njej, kar je tudi pričakovala. ko je zadnjič ozrla njegovo odhajajočo postavo, se je brez pomislekov podala za njim in našla pot skozi morje zadetih ljudi. videla je njegovo silhueto, ki je izginila skozi stranski izhod ter bila v minuti že tam. upala je, da je le skočil na kratek dim in ga ni izgubila izpred svojih oči. vsekakor je bil vreden tega, da se je pred njim ponižala in pritekla za njim. vsaj izgledal je tako. kar ni bila nujno garancija, ker je velika večina postavnih moških razočarala z dejansko prakso, a do sedaj je bil njen notranji čut že toliko izostren, da je prepoznala dober ulov, ko ga je videla. previdno je odrinila vrata in ugledala neznančevo postavo, ki je prav besno udrihala v rebra moškega, ki je ležal na tleh. nos je imel izmaličen in nedvomno je vsaka brca prekleto bolela. naslonila se je na hladen zid, ko se je rjavolasec končno ustavil in pričel nadzirati svoje hitro hlastanje za zrakom. ''mislim, da njegov nos ne bo nikoli več isti. in nedvomno si polomil četrto in peto rebro,'' je spregovorila, da ga je opozorila na svojo prisotnost, moški na tleh pa je izkoristil priložnost in se pričel prav pomilovanja vredno plaziti po tleh stran od njiju. po vseh štirih mu je uspelo počasi napredovati centimeter za centimetrom. opazila je drobno sled krvi na rjavolaščevih ustnicah in očitno je mevži uspelo nameriti vsaj en udarec. ''kakšen poseben razlog, da si se spravil nanj?'' je lahkotno vprašal in se spustila po malih stopničkah navzdol ter obstala proti njemu. njena roka se je samodejno dvignila k ustnicam in z blazinico prsta obrisala kapljico krvi, nato pa kazalec ponesla med svoje ustnice in z jezikom počasi zdrsela prek konice. ''hm. prehitro si obupal nad mano tam notri. in zaradi tebe sem morala pogoltniti ponos ter pridivjati sem za tabo. kako se mi boš oddolžil?''

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Čet Apr 25, 2013 9:52 pm

tag, louise smitten

po nekaj kozarcih konkretnega žganja mu je pričel večer presedati. počutil se je, kot bi prstal na točki svojega življenja, iz katere nima več nobene poti; razen tiste, ki je vodila naravnost v peklenske muke. namesto da bi odjebal mafijo, se je vrnil. namesto, da bi pritisnil saoirse ob zid in jo pofukal proti njeni volji - to bi moral storiti že davno! - se je kot kak jeben psiček odmaknil in ji dovolil srečo. srečo, pizda. nasmejal se je dnu svojega praznega kozarca in s pogledom znova prečesal ta kurac od kluba, da bi našel tisto lepotičko, ki jo je s pogledom nategoval, odkar je pred dobro uro pristal tukaj. izginila je iz njegovega vidnega spektra; morda je bil za to kriv alkohol, morda gneča v klubu, morda se je tale kuzlica odločila, da mu prostor pravzaprav preseda še bolj, kot je presedal njemu. na koncu je preprosto navlekel nase svojo leder jakno, na pult je počil nekaj bankovcev in zgolj ošinil barmana, ne da bi čakal.. ne da bi počakal vsaj toliko, da bi videl, če je plačal dovolj. skozi vrata kluba je skoraj padel v prostrano noč, ob tem pa se opotekel ob nekega grdega tipa, ki se je s peklenskim izrazom na obrazu obrnil proti njemu. "oprosti, stari," je uspel izmomljati, ko je po gobcu prejel izhodiščni udarec.

za trenutek mu je skozi misli švignilo milijon podatkov. prvi, najmočnejši, je bil ta, da najverjetneje prvič v svojem življenju pretepa ne bo začel sam. drugi, da mora tega tipa izmaličiti. dejansko se je trudil biti prijazen. tretji, tip se je hotel očitno dokazati samemu sebi. spravil se je na napačnega, to je bil četrti. potem je nehal razmišljati in svojo pest poslal naravnost v nos grdavža, s katerim je imel opravka, da se je ta opotekel proti enemu izmed gigantskih smetnjakov. skoraj je že pozabil ta zvok; zvok, ko se človeško telo zaleti ob pleh smetnjaka. glasba za njegova ušesa; predolgo je igral fino igro, predolgo se je šel nekoga drugega. to je bil on, prekleto, wesley pierce ni bil hladnokrven morilec, bil je temperamenten pretepač, ki bo razjebal vsakogar, ki se mu postavi po robu. to mu je pognalo dodatnega adrenalina po žilah in v tistem je s komolcem usekal po tipovem hrbtu, da se je zložil po tleh. morda ga je spremenil v tetraplegika; oh, kako bi se tega veselil. "spravi se na noge, ti peder," mu je zasikal, obenem pa mu je nekam med rebra poslal konkretno brco, da se je iz tipa izvalil živalski zvok, zvok, ki je ponazarjal storjeno škodo. wesleyjev obraz je spreletel nasmešek; ni odnehal, še nekajkrat mu je z vso silo zaril nogo nekam v prsni koš. čudovito je bilo videti, kako se je zvijal in hlastal za zrakom.

njegovo naslednjo brco je nekaj zaustavilo; obrnil se je s skorajda grozečim pogledom, čeprav mu je nekaj pravilo, da ve, s kom se bo zdaj srečal. bilo je skorajda filmsko. tole kuzlico je želel pofukati, odkar jo je prvič zagledal, zdaj pa se je seksapilno naslanjala ob zid in prekleto, zdelo se je, da ga kar prosi za to, kar bi moralo po vseh pravilih slediti. potem se je njegov obraz otoplil, nanj je sedlo nenavadno zadovoljstvo; namuznil se je in v trenutku pozabil razlog, zaradi katerega je tolkel po tipu, prekleto, še tipa je izbrisal iz spomina. zdaj je imel pomembnejše delo. stopil je korak proti njej. dva. "in ti si medicinska izvedenka?" se je pozanimal; njegov glas bi lahko eksplodiral od sarkazma, čeprav na koncu koncev še zdaleč ni hotel, da bi jo s tem pregnal. na tej stopnji pijanosti mu je bilo po drugi strani gladko vseeno, kako se obnaša. "razkurčil me je," je gladko pojasnil; pravi razlog je iz njegovega spomina v trenutku zbledel. rad se je tepel, pizda, to je bil dovolj obsežen razlog. še korak. dva. tri. bila sta si ekstremno blizu; tudi ona si ga je želela. bila je tako ekstremno seksi, da je bil zmožen z enim potegom raztrgati slehern delček oblačil na njeni koži; položil bi jo ob steni, na hladnih tleh, ob tistem kurčevem smetnjaku, za njim, v svojem stanovanju, pod tušem, na šanku, ni imel preferenc, čeprav bi to najraje storil v najkrajšem možnem času. uspešno se je obnašal, kot da ga ni s svojim dotikom blazno zrajcala, čeprav bi zlahka eksplodiral od neučakanosti. posmehnil se je njenim besedam, zmajal z glavo, nato pa z rokami zgrabil njene roke, rahlo nad njenimi komolci, in jo pribil ob steno, da ji je bil zdaj dovolj blizu, da je čutil njeno sapo. "ne maram čakanja," je zamrmral.

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Pet Apr 26, 2013 4:43 pm

tag; wesley fucking pierce

vzdržala se je širokega zmagoslavnega nasmeška, ko se je obrnil proti njej in poskusila razbrati njegov pogled. definitivno je imel v sebi dovolj alkohola, da ni razmišljal povsem prisebno. vsekakor je tam razbrala tudi tisto drobno iskrico, ki ji je bila vedno tako po srcu in so ji ljudje rekli poželenje. konica njenega kazalca je izginila med njenimi polnimi ustnicami, ko je obliznila kapljico njegove krvi, ki je pustila za seboj kovinski okus na njenem jeziku. ''bo preveč klišejsko, če rečem, da sem lahko vse, kar hočeš?'' se je namuznila in pogled za nekaj kratkih trenutkov obrnila proti tipu, na katerega se je prej spravljal. ne bi ji moglo biti bolj vseeno – razlog za pretep, posledice pretepa, ozadje pretepa. kup balasta, ki res ni imel prav nobene povezave s tem, kar je hotela dobiti od rjavolasca pred njo. ''in ti si se kot velik fant postavil zase in mu razbil gobec? simpatično,'' je zmajala z glavo ob njegovem pojasnilu. všeč ji je bila njegova redkobesednost, ki je vendar povedala dovolj. v njegovem glasu ni bilo zaznati niti sledi obžalovanja. prav nasprotno. bilo je očitno, da je bil po pretepu poln energije. poln adrenalina, ki ga je hotel spraviti iz sebe, ga dokončno izživeti na nekom drugem. kako priročno, da je bila tam prav ona in kako elegantno je zaprl vso tisto nepotrebno razdaljo med njima. par velikih rjavih oči je nestrpno obrnila vanj in ni se trudila pogleda ohraniti na njegovem obrazu. vzela si je čas z opazovanjem vsakega njegovega giba in ni niti trznila, ko so se njegove dlani oklenile njenih nadlahti in jo pribile ob steno za njo. ''ne spomnim se, da bi rekla, da moraš čakati?'' je nadvse nedolžno odvrnila nazaj v odgovor. seveda, provocirala ga je že več kot eno uro. seveda, mu je prekipelo. toliko bolje.

glavo je naslonila nazaj na steno in mu omogočila takojšen dostop povsod. od mehkega vratu do razgaljenega dekolteja, obkroženega s čipkami, ki so med luknjicami skrivale robove vinsko rdečega modrca. ''ali ti bo bolj všeč, če kričim in se pretvarjam, da me je strah?'' je malce priprla pogled, zgolj zato da bi razbrala, kaj točno je bila njegova fantazija. vsak jo je imel. prekleto, včasih se je počutila kot dobra vila, ki hodi naokrog in nastavlja pizdo vsem moškim, ki živijo ujeti v kletke dolgočasja. ni je zanimalo ali imajo doma kakšno simpatično ženico in tri otroke. to res ni bila njena stvar in niti slučajno ne njen problem. odločitev ali jo bodo nategnili ali ne, je bila v celoti njihova. ''hmmm,'' se je zadovoljno nasmehnila, ko je pokrčila nogo navzgor, da je peta njenega čevlja praskala po steni za njo, njeno koleno pa je lahno drselo po notranji strani njegovega stegna navzgor. ''resno mislim. ti bo bolj zategnilo tiča, če vpijem kot majhna deklica, da mi boš moral zalepiti usta z dlanjo?'' je koleno ustavila na omenjeni točki in se nagnila naprej proti njemu, kolikor se je pač lahko, ko jo je tako držal potisnjeno ob steno. ''daj no. pričenjam se dolgočasit,'' je nalašč prilila malce strupa v ozračje, ki je prasketalo od neverjetne statike. lepo bi bilo končno enkrat srečati nekoga, ki bi bil povsem brez morale. ki bi znal vzeti tisto, kar hoče, ne da bi ga čez pet minut pekla vest. ne da bi se pričel po babje cmerati, ko bi ugotovil, da je prevaral ženo. ali se jeziti nanjo, če ji ni prišlo. ''ne nameravam ti napisati navodil za tole, dragi. predvidevam, da si znaš odpeti zadrgo sam in me še enkrat dobesedno pribiti na zid?'' so bile njene besede zdaj prvovrstni izziv in bila bo prekleto razočarana, če se bo izkazalo, da je tip v resnici navadna pička.

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Ned Apr 28, 2013 10:15 am

tag, louise smitten

"sploh ne dvomim," se je ugriznil v ustnico in ob tem prav pomenljivo zdrsel po njenem dekolteju, ki je razkrival konkreten del gole kože, pa preko prsi navzdol, preko ravnega trebuha in do tenkih stegen, ki so znova razkrivala več, kot bi bilo primerno. spraševal se je, če je ujel navadno kurbico, ki se z veseljem fukari s tipi, katerih poglede ujame; po tem seveda, ko jih za dobro uro seksualno frustrira in skorajda pusti na hladnem.. ali pa je bilo v njej pravzaprav - in zares - nekaj več. v to je na tej točki jasno dvomil; potreboval bi več kot le nekaj gladkih besed, sploh pa pravzaprav.. ja, pravzaprav ni potreboval več od dobrega fuka. "in ti si, kot veliko dekle, prišla, da mi daš lekcijo o pravičnosti in etičnosti maščevanja?" je znova povzdignil obrvi; ne, ni potreboval nikogaršnjih dvomov v njegova dejanja, sam je že vedel, kaj počne, prekleto. in ob tem se je še kako dobro počutil. ne, ni se imel namena opravičevati. niti za trenutek ne.

prhnil je, ko ga je gladko zavrnila, češ da mu čakanja ni naložila. verbalno morda ne, a izmikanje po tistem drekavem klubu je sam vsekakor dojel kot konkretno frustriranje; če se je imela namen izmikati še naprej, je bil morda pripravljen storiti kaj izredno moralno spornega, a nekaj mu je pravilo, da bo razširila noge kot blesava, še preden bo zahteval karkoli od nje. "ne maram pretvarjanja," jo je zavrnil. ja, najbrž bi mu bilo ljubše, če bi mogel pritisniti dlani ob njen gobček, da bi jo utišal, da bi jo ustavil pred kričanjem, a samo, če bi bila situacija pristna. tale ljubica pa prav očitno ni bila iz takšnega testa. ni bila pripravljena kričati. dobro zanjo. njeno koleno je zdrselo po notranji strani njegovega stegna, kar je samo dodatno povečalo izprijen nasmešek na njegovem obrazu. izpustil je eno izmed njenih nadlahti in s svojo dlanjo zdrsel po čipkastem materialu njene obleke, od boka navzgor, dokler ni z nekoliko grobjim prijemom obstal na njenih prsih. pizda, kako prijetna je bila na otip. "vseeno mi je, kaj počneš, ljubica," je zamrmral, ko je zdaj njegova dlan zopet zdrsela navzdol in obstala nekje na notranji strani njenega stegna; še na točki, ki ni bila zakrita s seksi oblekico, ki bi jo najraje raztrgal iz njenega telesa. "smej se, joči, kriči, prav malo me briga."

njegovi prsti so zdaj zdrseli više, ob čemer je svojemu početju v pomoč privzdignil rob obleke. "dolgočasiš se, princeska?" se je nasmehnil z zaigranim sočutjem, ob čemer se je nagnil nekam k njenemu vratu. njegova roka je na tej točki že zašla pod njene hlačke. "me prav malo briga," je zašepetal v njene lase, takrat pa je tudi s prsti našel točko, kamor je bil tako ali tako iz izhodišča namenjen. "kam se ti mudi, ljubica?" je zožil pogled, ko je znova prav prekleto neučakano pričela čebljati o tem, kaj mora storiti. vedel je, kaj mora storiti, pizda, ni bil preklet devičnik; sploh pa ga je ona v pretekli uri totalno razjebala, on je bil edini, ki je imel pravico do totalne neučakanosti. zdaj je spustil tudi njeno drugo roko, s prosto dlanjo je grobo zdrsel preko njenega vratu, nato zašel na njeno zatilje; tukaj je zagrabil njene lase, jo prislil, da je glavo nagnila nekoliko nazaj. svoj obraz je približal njenemu, njegove oči so našle njene, trdega prijema pa nikakor ni popustil. ni se igral nežno in ni se igral po njenih pravilih. "če še nisi opazila, je to moja igra."

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Sre Maj 01, 2013 9:48 am

tag; wesley fucking pierce

ah, da. njegov pogled je na njej puščal prekleto žgočo sled, kakor da bi s plamenico drsel po sleherni pedi njene kože in na njej pustiti svoje znamenje. njena kolena so bila rahlo mehkejša v pričakovanju prvega intimnega dotika, a zaenkrat jo je očitno nameraval samo opazovati. bilo ji je vseeno, bila je že tako na robu, da bi ji zlahka prišlo že če bi samo zašepetal v njeno uho, kaj vse bi rad ustvarjal z njenim telesom. seveda bi mu dovolila. za razliko od njenih običajnih ulovov, je bil prav pošteno privlačen in ne bi se branila tudi kakšne kasnejše reprize. poleg tega se je že od daleč videlo, da ni nekdo, ki bi iskal kaj trajnejšega. ki bi jo poskušal spoznati, tako kot so to počeli nekateri drugi moški njenih let. najprej so povsem brezbrižno pristali na hiter seks, potem pa pričeli z vprašanji – od njenega imena, starosti, poklica, kaj ima rada. za božjo voljo, hotela je dober fuk in ne izmenjave osebnih informacij. potem pa so jo tako strto gledali, ko je potegnila spodnje hlačke nazaj na njihovo mesto in jih pustila same z njihovim užaljenim moškim egom. nihče od njih ni bil bog, a za tegale pred njo bi si drznila trditi, da bi zadovoljstvo dostavil v več kot samo eni obliki. ''ne. samo pohvaliti sem nameravala tvoj udarec z desnico,'' se je namuznila. kakor da bo kadarkoli komu pridigala o pravičnosti. ''kar se tiče maščevanja pa... zlahka svoje frustracije zneseš nad mano, glede na to da se je prejšnja žrtev po vseh štirih odplazila stran,'' je skomignila z rameni. bil je večji, močnejši, verjetno vpleten v kakšne čudne posle po intenzivnosti njegovega pogleda sodeč. a tudi ona je imela za seboj leta usposabljanja. ne bi vsak udarec priletel na plodna tla. ''super. manj dela zame,'' se je premaknila na mestu in vsako stopalo premaknila nekaj centimetrov vstran, da je njeno krilo ob razmaku zlezlo bolj navzgor. res je raje videla, da je lahko bila cela pri stvari, ne da bi zraven se trudila cviliti kot majhno dekletce. a če bi bil zaradi tega bolj vzburjen, zakaj pa ne.

njen hrbet se je usločil, ko je končno pričel z dlanmi potovati po linijah njenega telesa in je njegova dlan pristala na obli njenih prsih, katere je potisnila proti njegovemu oprijemu. kakor da en bežen dotik nikoli ne bo mogel biti dovolj. kot da je potrebovala mnogo več. in verjetno tudi je. ''potem pa predlagam, da me spraviš do kričanja,'' je zamrmrala in poskusila iz njegovega oprijema izviti vsaj eno roko, da bi ga potegnila bližje. z nekaj napora ji je uspelo in dlan se je ob prvi priložnosti ovila okrog njegovega tilnika. a ni ga nameravala poljubiti, samo zakopala je obraz ob njegovem vrat in prste zakopala med goste temne lase, ko je tako počasi drsel po njenih stegnih. ''prepočasi greš,'' je besno zamrmrala s polglasnim vzdihom, ko končno privihal rob njene obleke in se približeval čipkam, ki so zaobjemale njeno zadnjico. vztrepetala je, ko je pod rob hlačk zdrsnil en prst in ne prav nežno ugriznila v njegov vrat, ko so se pridružili še ostali v boleče lahkotni igri. res se mu nikamor ni mudilo. res je imel ves čas na svetu. a razbila mu bo obraz, če ne bo malce pohitel. ''utihni,'' se ga je končno lahko oprijela z obema rokama in nogo ovila okrog njega, ko jo je za lase potegnil nazaj. ''ne bodi tako zelo prepričan,'' se je bežno nasmehnila in izkoristila trenutek njegove nepozornosti, da je svoje dlani izmuznila med njiju in surovo odpela njegov pas ter hlače. ''pizda,'' je zavpila, ko so njegovi prsti pod njenim krilom zadeli pravo točko in se ga oklenila preden bi izgubila tla pod nogami.

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Ned Maj 05, 2013 4:44 pm

tag, louise smitten

"torej bi rada igrala grobo?" se je pozanimal, ko jo je znova potisnil ob steno, njegovo telo je bilo zdaj centimetre oddaljeno od njenega. oh, z veseljem bi si vzel čas s tem, da jo fuka kot psihopatski posiljevalec, le da se mu je zdelo, da bo nekaj skrajno nepristnega v njenih odzivih. če bi hotel dekle, ki bo kričalo, bi si takšnega tudi poiskal - ona ni bila ena izmed takih. videlo se ji je v očeh, v kretnjah, bila je pogumna punca. ena izmed takih, ki načeloma zabave pod krilom ne bi smele dovoliti; le da je ta očitno od procentuaže odstopala. sijajno zanj. "lahko igrava grobo.." je zamomljal, med tem ko je počasi izgubljal razsodnost ob pogledu na njeno izredno fukabilno telo. njene polne in sočne ustnice, ki bi jih, iskreno, trenutno najraje imel kar na svojem kurcu. vsakič, ko je spregovorila, ga je zrajcala samo še nekoliko huje. o bog, moral jo je pofukati. obraz mu je spreletel očitno potreben nasmešek, ko se je zdaj z ustnicami dotaknil njenega vratu. en grob poljub za drugim, najraje bi jo raztrgal s svojimi zobmi, pofukal, dokler ne bo jokala od užitka, jo porival ob tisto jebeno steno, dokler ne bi začele odpadati rdeče opeke. tako jebeno privlačna je bila.

znova mu je obraz spreletel nasmešek, ko je v mrmranju izrazila svojo željo in v istem tonu ji je odvrnil: "ljubica, obljubim ti, da boš kričala, kot da ti gre za življenje." tudi njegovo lastno dihanje je bilo na tej točki že oteženo, pizda materina, tako močno si je želel biti v njej, jo fukat do konca sveta, če je bilo to le mogoče. reči, da je bila popolnoma drugačna od vseh, s katerimi se je dajal dol, je bilo premalo. pizda, bila je boginja med ženskami in četudi je prav vsakič doživel fascinacijo, ko je v rokah držal žensko telo, se je zdaj dogajalo nekaj popolnoma drugačnega. morda je on držal njeno telo, morda se je slepil, da vodi situacijo, a karte so bile prav zares v rjavolaskinih rokah. on je bil njena igračka. njen suženj za seks. vloge so se obrnile od tega, česar je bil običajno vajen in ne glede na vse si je moral priznati, da mu je bilo jebeno všeč.

njeno bentenje o tem, kako vse skupaj počne prepočasi, mu je znova na obraz zarisalo nasmešek. vsaj nekaj, kar je še vedno v rokah držal sam. pizda, všeč mu je bilo, ko se je takole razburjala, ker ji s prsti še ni razfukal vagine in prav srečen je bil, ko je lahko nalašč drsel še nekoliko počasneje. noge je ovila okrog njegovega telesa in odpela je njegove hlače; ob njenih besedah, ki so izrazile njegovo prejšnjo ugotovitev, se je znova lahko samo nasmehnil; nato je začutil, kako se je njen prijem še ojačal in krik iz njenih ust je povzročil širok nasmeh na njegovem obrazu. "obljubil sem ti, da boš kričala," je zamrmral, njegov obraz se je med tem zakopal k njenim prsim, ki jih je posul z grobimi poljubi, med tem ko je s svojimi prsti pričel še grobjo igro pod njenimi hlačkami. bil je točno na meji med slepim užitkom in dihjemajočo bolečino, na tisti meji, ki bo slej ali prej povzročila brezmejen užitek njegovi novi znanki. "in vedno držim svoje obljube," je dokončal, ko je sprostil prijem na njenem zatilju in si z roko pomagal odmakniti modrc iz njenih sladkih prsi. pizda, pofukati jo je hotel. zdaj. takoj.

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Ned Maj 12, 2013 4:43 am

tag; wesley fucking pierce
note; jst sm kr v ang prešaltala, sry.

will he really make her say it out loud? yes, she wanted more than some sweet caressing and some guy kissing her straight to heaven. this started out as a game but right now every inch of her screamed for some sort of release. not even his rough hold wouldn't stop this. not even concrete scratching her bare back. there'll be bruises, she was aware of that. but the look on her face promised her pleasure and she was prepared to handle everything he lashed out to her, without complaining. after all, she was the one playing with fire inside on the dancefloor. she got herself into this. no backing out now. ''yes,'' she replied, ''i can handle you.'' she was so convinced she was his match. intuition told her he won't be taking bullshit from her or from anyone. it was obvious he could stand his own ground and she always loved men who could get almost obsessed in mere seconds. she moved her head to the side, letting him get nearer her neck where a rough kiss landed. and another on the jaw. her whole body shook as she laughed: ''it won't be that hard, so don't make useless promises. i'm always kinda loud.'' her eyes dropped to his mouth as she pulled him even nearer, finally crushing her lips against his. rough despite the softness. her fingers were pulling at his hair, his were digging into her skin. she felt his breathing quicken and soon she was panting against him too. ''don't you dare come too soon,'' she moved away, lifting up his face. she won't put up with all of this, so he can fucking home the very minute he enters her.

that loud moan escaped her mouth right into his ear as his fingers hit the sweet spot and she had to take a deep breath before her knees would give out under her. one leg was already wrapped around his hips and her hand was on the button of his pants. ''mmm,'' she pressed her lips together and bumped her head back into the wall. this was no playing around now. the feel of his fingers on her pussy was walking on that thin line of pain and absolute delirium. her hand pushed his trousers further down and her palm wrapped itself around his thickness but only for a moment. this was going out of her control. and she needed control more than anything. she pushed his hand away from her, his body back. she probably already looked like she was mindlessly fucked, even if they haven't reached that stage quite yet. she pushed the dress down, revealing the lace edges of her bra. and then the cups were pushed down, revealing her breasts to him. ''i think you forgot something,'' she whispered and bit down on her lip as her hands cupped her front. ''i'm not one to be pushed around or be told what to do,'' she concluded and then turned around. she reached back, catching his hand and pulling him forward to her back. she settled his hand on her tit, and then leaned on with her hands on the wall. she placed her legs slightly apart, knowing that her dress was by now somewhere around her waist and he could get a good look at just about how far he drove her. ''do me,'' she murmured mostly to herself as she wriggled her hips a bit in an obvious invitation.

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Pet Maj 17, 2013 4:24 am

tag, louise smitten

note: jaja, sej ni panike, sej sva rekli, da bova :3

she was fierce and he loved it. She was nothing like those bitches standing next to the bar, pretending to want what he so desperately needed, just so they could disappear the second things were about to get heavy. In all honesty, he did mistake her for one of the said whores before – oh but she was different. Different in every and any way imaginable, she was just begging for him to ravage her and nothing he could possibly do would make her afraid, nothing could make her back off. She was playing his game and in all honesty, she was playing it better than he could have ever hoped for. God, she was like a fucking goddess or something, descending from the heavens of fuck, just to give him an insanely good time. Nothing like he had ever faced before; in all honesty, he might have just found his match. The bare thought of her made him hard instantly, she was just the hottest thing he could ever hope for in a night like this. And that was not the only thing turning him on – every time she opened her mouth, she simply spoke with a tone that made him want to enter her the same second; and the subtext of everything she said, well, it was plain obvious. Oh god, she was a fucking sex goddess. »don't worry, babe,« he murmured into her lips just as he backed off from the passionate kiss they shared, »i'm not a fucking virgin at this.«

no, he certainly wasn't. and neither was she, that was for sure, she definitely knew how to make a man's dick harden, she was simply the best thing he could have hoped for, the best he got in a long time. Sure, he was imagining scenarios as he was watching her leaning onto the bar before they even ever spoke, but this was way better than his imagination. And oh, was he about to fuck the life out of her. As his hand roughly caressed her wet pussy, a loud moan came out of her mouth, making him rougher than before. Oh god, no, he wasn't planning on hurting her, yet again he was certain she could take even more of what he had to give. Oh shit, she was driving him crazy already, her hands taking his jeans off while an almost delirious look took over her face. She needed the dick just as much as he needed her little wet cunt and this – the fooling around – was definitely coming to an end. They needed to fuck the shit out of each other, this much was certain.

Then she pushed him away, he took a step back, biting his lip, so obviously showing he was ready to fuck her brains out, as she pushed the dress off the upper part of her torso, revealing the laced bra first, her perfect tits soon followed. »you're so fucking hot, you little cunt,« he whispered; he was at the stage where the only part of his body that could make decisions was his cock and it was quite clearly pointing out that it needed to fuck her sensationally. »you're nothing like the others,« he murmured as she spoke; and meant every word he said. He did fucking respect her, she was the only person he met, possibly in his life, that was prepared to take his bullshit, even more, she was pleased with it. They were alike, she and him, he knew little about her but he knew this much. And at this moment, the only thing they both needed were each other's amazing sex skills. then she pulled his hand, turning around, clearly showing him everything he needed – not that he needed any sort of convincing, that is. Her pussy was swollen by now and it looked so good that it could quite clearly drive him mad. honestly, he couldn't take his eyes off of it. »you're fucking perfect,« he said, moving even closer to her, his one hand on her tit, the other reaching for her wet pussy from the front; and from the back, his hardened dick entered. »oh, fuck,« he moaned as he started fucking her, quite slowly at the time, still passionately. His one hand remained on her cunt, feeling his own movement inside her; fuck, he honestly never was as turned on as he was at that moment. His other hand moved up from the tit he was grabbing up to her neck, then stopped somewhere at her jawline, pushing her face to the side so that he could steal a kiss that he so desperately needed just about now.

Naslov sporočila: Re: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Pet Maj 24, 2013 12:29 pm

tag; wesley fucking pierce

she was very aware of the fact he could make her come just by roughly using his hand, his thumb pressing on her clit in the most sweet and painful way possible. that's why she stepped aside, that's why she turned around and pressed her palms to the raw cold wall. she fought a wide smile, keeping it contained so it wouldn't spread across her face – of course she was nothing like the others. she would bet her right hand he was high maintenance. not exactly a guy who did any kinds of relationship. someone you should keep your distance from, hide when you saw him walking down the dark alley. someone she would be putting hand cuffs on if the circumstances were different. or maybe she would do it anyway, for her own kinks. for keeping her power over him, cuffing him to the bedpost, riding that cock of his until they'd both be wickedly spent. ''you talk too much,'' she murmured and lifted her arm back around his neck to pull him closer, his chest pressing onto her back. ''way better things to do with your mouth than use it on nonsense,'' she whispered before catching those lips into a rough sloppy kiss. not the kind you usually share – careful, caressing, full of emotions. no, this was physical. this was based on their needs and abso-fucking-lutely nothing else. she might have whimpered a tiny bit as his hand clasped her tit, her nipples highly alert from the pressure. and then a loud moan echoed through the alley as the throbbing tip of his cock finally penetrated through.

she reached back with one arm, hooking it around his neck, fiercely returning the desperate kiss. she loved this. how tuned with each other they were. how he didn't hold back, how his lips weren't giving her soft butterfly kisses. how their teeth bumped together, pulling at bottom lips, fingers grabbing the skin, his hips pushing towards her. this way she felt him so deeply, the tension absolutely delicious. he started off so slow, way too carefully. ''your name,'' she gasped as her walls throbbed around his cock inside. ''tell me your name,'' she repeated and let go of his neck, reaching for the wall in front of her, bending even furthermore forward. she realized that this time control was in his hands – the pace and depth of his thrusting. without even knowing she trusted him to bend her over the edge without consequence. ''fuck!'' she managed to muffle her scream by clasping a hand over her mouth and she could swear she felt him everywhere. up in her chest, down in her toes. she leaned a bit down, increasing the pressure and her deep breaths were suddenly silenced with a loud moan as her eyes closed shut, her mind disappearing into fireworks. she felt him still inside her too as her pussy squeezed the shit out of him. ''fuck,'' she breathed out and waited a moment or too, his spent cock sliding out of her. she pulled the front of the dress up, the back down, and slowly turned around on shaky legs. her arms sneaked around his neck as she stood up on her toes: ''not to feed your ego, but this was one mind-blowing fuck.'' she whispered into his ear, and bit down on his earlobe. ''thanks.''

Naslov sporočila: graffiti wall (louise + wesley) Pon Maj 27, 2013 4:54 pm

tag, louise smitten

note: okej, jaz sem zaključla s temle, made sense, i gues.. aaampak bi ju blo krasno še videt v interakciji, if you're up for it? (:

»ooh, fuck,« he groaned into her ear once more, now the thrusting was becoming more and more intense, he could feel how he had absolutely no control over his fucking actions, all he wanted to do was agressively fuck her fucking brains out, giving absolutely no consideration for the damage he might do. he was always this way, perhaps that was why all the shit collapsed onto him; but this time it was different. this tiny brunette he had been fuvking so passionately, she was different. she could take it all, the rough grabbing of her neck, the agressive kisses landing on her skin, the strong pushes while he was really trying his best to fuck her sensationaly. he didn't know her, nope, but he was pretty sure she had earned it simply for being so god damn hot. so unrestrained, so passionate. »wesley,« he moaned with pleasure, biting on her neck, his fingers sliding over the naked skin of her hand that was grabbing onto the brick wall, clutching her hand in a firm grip as he was pushing harder and harder, being so fucking close to cuming. »wesley pierce,« he finally managed to say his full name out loud; she was fucking driving him mad, that was exactly what she was doing with him.

he could feel her pussy getting more and more wet with every second, he was, for sure, as far as she was at the time. fucking god, what the hell had he done right to deserve such delicious sex on an alley with a bad reputation such as this one. pushing her against the wall, banging the shit out of her little warm cunt, fucking hell, he couldn't imagine anything better if he tried real hard. and then her pussy closed, giving him - possibly - the orgasm of his life, as he was now also pressing his hand onto the wall, waiting a few seconds to regain the lost balance - and the lost mind that was blown away by this little perfection standing next to him. his dick slid out of her and he took a step back, pulling his boxers up, doing the same with his jeans. he was just closing the zipper on his pants as she turned around to meet his eyes again, being as gorgeous as ever. fuck, and he was this close to walking out, annoyed by the fact that she wouldn't give him the time of day. almost missed out on sex as fabulous as this. god, that would probably be the stupidest thing he'd ever do in his life. he pulled her closer to him, his grip being as hard as ever; they weren't lovers, they were strangers with a common interest; fucking in this dark alley. there was no tenderness in their touches - there was no need for it, either.

»you're fucking perfection personified,« he responded to her sexy words that left an echo hanging in his head as she bit her way up his ear. »thank you,« he returned her thanks, giving her another kiss on the neck, then letting her go. that was it then; the fuck was over and there was nothing linking them to each other anymore. they were two of the same kind, that was for sure, but it was the fact that they were too similar that made him realize she was just a perfect fuck partner, nothing else. he picked up his shirt from the dirty floor where it landed, pushing it over his head with one simple move. »hope to see you around, babe,« he said with a satisfied smile on his face, he winked, then turned around and simply walked away. it was best for both of them; he didn't need to know her name, she should simply remain in his head as that one superb fuck he had on the street that one time. yep, he needed no attachments, and she was the perfect girl for it. a beauty of rare kind.

- - fin