Things have been like a roller coaster for Simone lately. Work was a drag, friends were a pain, bills were a bitch and loneliness was at her doorsteps every night. Gone were the days of light- heartedly flashing a winning smile and a flash of her cleavage across the crowded room; everyone was taken, it was summer time.
Things may not have been going her way but all it took was being at the not-so-right place at the oh- so- right time, Violas, in the busy uptown area. The place wasn't quite the glam spot for finding potential dates but it was best suited for her crappy Friday night. As she sat and took in everything in the room she couldn't help but think of how pathetic her love life had been for such a long time. She wallowed in her misery, hung her head slightly, wandered off mentally to places only her seemed to exist; until Stephen walked in.
Tall. Dapper. Straight up. Hot!
As he entered the room their eyes met; it was an instant connection. Simone could feel something leap inside her, it felt like the first time she layed eyes on a man. After fifteen minutes of periodically glancing at each other across the room he joined her .... 
His hand took hers, gently ... caressing her cheeks and folding himself over her ... closing in on her aching chest. He'd held the sides of her cheeks, pressed gently and smoothly glided over the corners of her orifice ... lathered up a delectable delight on her bottom lip and pressed his forehead against hers. With that, he took her further, to a place, only they existed.
He breathed long and took her back in each time. She felt caught up, nothing could stop them now. He held the arches of her back, pulled her in a little closer and nibbled on her ear. She quivered in the dim light. With little chit chat, she'd sworn they'd be caught. No time for thinking of that now.
He undressed her with his mouth, easily connecting with every aching part of her body; making his way from one part of her origin to the next.
He hoisted her in the air, perching her right above his temple, devouring her every inch. Firmly clasping his hands to the ends of her ribs, allowing his tongue to roam like a lost pup in the Woods ...
his wood guided her to places she's never seen.
Her wine glass falleth over ... her fingers shaketh uncontrollably ... her nails dug deep into the wooden table tops ... on top ... she'd taken him for herself. No one could ruin this for her.
He gently placed her on her side, hoisted her left leg, gloved her from behind like he would on a cold winter night, relished in her ear and grooved his way to her trembling bones, her tightened lips ... her everything ... she'd been gone far too long without something like this ...
'Hi, my name is Stephen. Pardon me for staring, you're just so beautiful. Would you like a drink?'
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