Neil Wrote (from Amber’s Point of View)….

Writhing in the throes of her climax, she was oblivious to all but the unquenchable longing to keep him inside her, to prolong the moment. The desperation showed on her face, and she knew he relished her torment. As if they were one, he held her body tight to his own and rolled under her. She found herself on her knees straddling his hips. His hands grasped her buttocks, impaling her onto his penis.

An impossible sensation gripped the core of her pelvis. This was not a sensuous desire to submit to the pleasures of sexuality. This was new and something altogether different. This was an animal hunger that demanded to be fed causing a hostile conflict between her body and her mind. It was reminiscent of the many times she masturbated until she was raw; screaming for release that wouldn’t come, and it frightened her.

Ewan’s left hand gripped one of her buttocks, and with his right he slapped the other soft cheek hard. The pain became a right of passage that she welcomed, no, needed. Gripping the headboard, she began riding his cock as if her life depended on it. She thrust him deep into her cunt in violent abandon. Harder and harder, screaming for release. Sweat dripped between her breasts. The harder he slapped her buttock, the more she desired it. Amber was consumed with her own depravity realizing it was the only way to step over the threshold of her desire.

Guttural cries filled the room as she shook in violent spasm. Collapsing onto Ewan’s body, she gasped for air and her tears mingled with the sweat on his chest. This time, her tears were good ones, reflecting the joy of victory, if only over herself.

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SCORPIO AWAKENS Snippet #1 – Katherine

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Now, there he was at the bar ordering a drink. She tried to keep the intensity from her gaze so as not to attract his attention. A very attractive blonde approached him, stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear. His smile was a mixture of humour and cynicism, but he bent to listen. His reply made the blonde tip back her head and toss her hair. She said something else to him, and he shook his head. Katherine almost heard the “hmph” Blondie said before she flounced off. He looked down at his drink, smiled to himself, then he slowly scanned the room. She quickly looked down at her table and tried to sink further into the darkness of her corner booth.

She signalled the waiter and ordered another “tea”, intentionally oblivious to the effect that the blend of triple sec, light rum, gin, vodka and tequila was having on her. As she reached for her wallet to pay for the drink, the server said, “It’s already taken care of.”

“By whom?”

“By me. May I?” Connor gestured toward the chair opposite her.

“I guess so,” she said and took another mouthful of her drink.  She blushed at her inability to ever think of something witty or clever to say. Try as she might, wit with her always made an after-the-fact appearance.

“It’s been a while.” She could have kicked herself. Connor held her eyes for a long moment and smiled.

“Yes. Yes it has.” He easily led her into conversation about the music she liked, hobbies, and what she’d been doing over the past two decades. After what seemed like a short time, she looked at her watch and gasped.

“Oh my god; I’ve got to go. I’m giving a presentation in the morning.”

As they got up to leave, she stumbled and realized she was drunker than she thought.

He must be too. He matched me drink for drink.