Post by kett on Apr 29, 2012 22:41:03 GMT -5
[doHTML]<center><div style="width: 511px; background-image: url('http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b358/akarobbi/Josephine%20Skriver/guineverepost.jpg'); background-width: 480px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top; background-color: #e7ebe6; border-width: 0px; border-style: solid; border-color: #050505;"><div style="padding: 500px 20px 20px 20px; margin: 0; text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman; font-size:12px; line-height:12px; color:#ffffff;opacity:;">
<span style="font-size:12px; line-height:11px; font-family:times; color:black;font-style:;letter-spacing:-.2px;text-transform:lowercase;font-weight:normal;display:block;font-style:none;text-align:justify;background-color:none;border-bottom:0px solid #890000; border-right:0px solid #4e0808; border-collapse: no-collapse;opacity:.8;">hot heat emanated from him. drawing her in. closer. like a moth to a flame. her cerulean eyes never left his body. constantly retracing the sharp line of his jaw. watching his muscles ripple beneath taut bronze skin. he was deliciously brutish. perfectly sculpted. like a warrior of the gods. she couldn't help but be hypnotized. intrigued as to who this man was. she wanted know him. in more ways than one. she could feel his roaming envious eyes upon her figure. dragging lines into her soft, bare skin. over and over again. no shame or embarrassment flushed into her cheeks, even as she neared him. unable to resist closing the distance. she feigned curiosity, glancing toward the roaring ocean so near. the ocean spray lingered upon her skin. beading in a light mist that was slick to the touch. shimmered in the overcast light. always lecherous for those with an ache. a want. of skin against skin. <i>do you see something you like? something you want? do you want to touch me? touch. me. p l e a s e. feed my need. i can see it in your eyes. use me. come on. take what you violently want.</i> nimble feet brought her dangerously close. her hot fury melding with his warmth. so close. so tempting. she couldn't help but dance by the water's edge. circling him like a predator. supple hips swayed in a luxurious dip that was all feminine. she reveled in his musky scent. the sweet taste of sweat. all too eager to touch. her fingertips grazed the toned muscles of his back with a feathery touch. teasing. driving a stake through his composure. <font style="color: #008a8a; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px;"><i>"do you not want me?"</i></font> <i>for just a touch. just a fuck.</i> there was that gentle husk in her voice. so lyrical. so tempting. it promised so much of so little she would give. <font style="color: #008a8a; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px;"><i>"here? with you?"</i></font> a tempest temptress. sex as a weapon. her virgin body, a sacrifice for the wicked. she yearned for attention. such need from the opposite sex. wanted to press her body against his and yet she recoiled. moved away from him. eyes leaving his body to stare out into the ocean. remembering her lust for laike. envying his blazing fur and ebony stripes. his cruel, mocking tone. torn. she couldn't bring herself to have her way with this male. her young mind couldn't fathom the extent of which her cravings would bring her. what devilish encounters and dangerous things would do to her virgin soul. her mind already tainted. already coveting. her smooth, toned back facing him. so trusting of man she hardly knew. her arms folded neatly. framing her full, voluptuous breasts. ufn.</span></div></div></center>[/doHTML]
<span style="font-size:12px; line-height:11px; font-family:times; color:black;font-style:;letter-spacing:-.2px;text-transform:lowercase;font-weight:normal;display:block;font-style:none;text-align:justify;background-color:none;border-bottom:0px solid #890000; border-right:0px solid #4e0808; border-collapse: no-collapse;opacity:.8;">hot heat emanated from him. drawing her in. closer. like a moth to a flame. her cerulean eyes never left his body. constantly retracing the sharp line of his jaw. watching his muscles ripple beneath taut bronze skin. he was deliciously brutish. perfectly sculpted. like a warrior of the gods. she couldn't help but be hypnotized. intrigued as to who this man was. she wanted know him. in more ways than one. she could feel his roaming envious eyes upon her figure. dragging lines into her soft, bare skin. over and over again. no shame or embarrassment flushed into her cheeks, even as she neared him. unable to resist closing the distance. she feigned curiosity, glancing toward the roaring ocean so near. the ocean spray lingered upon her skin. beading in a light mist that was slick to the touch. shimmered in the overcast light. always lecherous for those with an ache. a want. of skin against skin. <i>do you see something you like? something you want? do you want to touch me? touch. me. p l e a s e. feed my need. i can see it in your eyes. use me. come on. take what you violently want.</i> nimble feet brought her dangerously close. her hot fury melding with his warmth. so close. so tempting. she couldn't help but dance by the water's edge. circling him like a predator. supple hips swayed in a luxurious dip that was all feminine. she reveled in his musky scent. the sweet taste of sweat. all too eager to touch. her fingertips grazed the toned muscles of his back with a feathery touch. teasing. driving a stake through his composure. <font style="color: #008a8a; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px;"><i>"do you not want me?"</i></font> <i>for just a touch. just a fuck.</i> there was that gentle husk in her voice. so lyrical. so tempting. it promised so much of so little she would give. <font style="color: #008a8a; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px;"><i>"here? with you?"</i></font> a tempest temptress. sex as a weapon. her virgin body, a sacrifice for the wicked. she yearned for attention. such need from the opposite sex. wanted to press her body against his and yet she recoiled. moved away from him. eyes leaving his body to stare out into the ocean. remembering her lust for laike. envying his blazing fur and ebony stripes. his cruel, mocking tone. torn. she couldn't bring herself to have her way with this male. her young mind couldn't fathom the extent of which her cravings would bring her. what devilish encounters and dangerous things would do to her virgin soul. her mind already tainted. already coveting. her smooth, toned back facing him. so trusting of man she hardly knew. her arms folded neatly. framing her full, voluptuous breasts. ufn.</span></div></div></center>[/doHTML]