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Jaded Your Fantasy or Mine?
LisaLisa’s white panties and bra weren't her usual style, but sometimes the false presentation of innocence was needed. She turned to face him, her breasts pressing over the top of the bra. He moved toward her, his hands sliding along her waist as he hovered above her."Shit, Lisa. I knew you were beautiful, but damn, baby..." He leaned down and brushed his nose along her shoulder, a smile creeping onto his mouth as she watched him."Is this supposed to be your fantasy or mine?" She laughed softly, the sound as sensual as she hoped it would be."Mine." He moved to sit down on the small bench in the stall, motioning for her to come to him. She walked toward him, stopping just in front of him as he reached for her. Soft fingertips moved methodically down her sides, over her hips and followed the line of her panties along the curves of her rear.He pressed his lips to her stomach and licked his way to the front of her panties, kissing her a few times and breathing in deeply. He looked u
Jaded Is This Love?
LisaThey spent the remainder of the afternoon walking down Times Square together, stopping at the candy and toy shops just for fun. Lisa held on a little too tightly to his hand each chance she got. Fear washed over her more than once at the growing need for him to be a part of her life. The sex was beautiful. His body fitted hers as if made for her, but she wanted more. Never in her past had she stopped to think about more than physical attraction.She glanced over at him and he held up a small brown teddy bear, a childish smile on his handsome face."You want me to get one of these for you? You can spray some of my cologne on it and snuggle it at night.""Pst. Please. I have a body pillow I hump occasionally. That bear isn't nearly big enough to remind me of you.""Calling me fat?" He laughed and stood, tossing the bear and walking toward her. He pulled her into a warm hug and kissed the top of her head."Yes. Chunky thing." She squeezed him tightly, burying her face in the musky s
Jaded Miserable Alone
Lisa"We didn't talk much since April because you didn't want to, remember?" Marc asked Lisa."I know. I'm not sure that this isn't a mistake as well." She turned her attention to the bread basket in the center of the table, pulling out a piece and dipping it in the butter that sat before her."Can we not just enjoy each other when we're together?""And what about when we're not?""Lisa...""I don't want to talk about this. New subject. Not interested in starting these types of conversations in my mid-twenties." She laughed, but the sound fell flat. "My business is growing quite a bit in Maine. Best move I’ve made from a real estate perspective.""That's great news.""How's school?""It's going good. Just trying to keep my head above water with academics and sports." He shrugged. "I'm ready to be done.""Three more years?""One and a half. I'm skipping over the master’s. I think medicine is for someone else. I'm going to look into wrapping up my Biology degree and maybe teaching for
Jaded Trapped
LisaLisa let the conversation die between them, the warning look she gave pensive and painful. She was stunned to think that he might feel the same. Even if he did... nothing was going to change. She didn't do long-distance relationships, or relationships in general. Falling in love with Marc couldn't change that. It was core to who she was as a person. She had built her identity on her sexuality, on her prowess. It was a protection if nothing else.They finished dinner and Geno refused to let Marc pay. Lisa tugged at his arm, urging him to let the restaurant owner treat them."Thank you. See boy? Beautiful and smart. Hold on to her. Once in a lifetime." Geno reached over and touched Lisa's shoulder before popping Marc on the back again. "Get out of here and go live your life, eh? You only get one.""Thanks, Geno." Marc opened the door as Lisa moved out onto the busy New York street. She turned to wait for Marc to move in beside her. "Let's go get the car and I'll get you home.""Sou
Jaded Love in an Elevator
Lisa"Start the elevator again. I'm not doing this with you. I'm not fighting over what could be. Lust is my king. Whatever this thing is... I don't want it. You don’t either.""Yes you do." He took a few steps toward her, moving her until her back hit the glass wall. He took her wrists in his hands and pulled them up, pinning her in place as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Tell me you don't want me.""I don't want you," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Don't do this to me."He brushed his lips by hers, his hand shifting to leave one holding her wrists pinned high above her. His other hand slid down her extended arm, over the curve of her breast and down her flat stomach. He pressed himself against her, a soft sigh leaving them both."Just let it be about sex, Marc. Leave it there. It's better there."He released her hands and turned her fast and hard, pressing her chest against the glass. "I agree. Let's leave it there. I'll try not to lose my mind over another guy buried de
Jaded The Beast
LisaLisa had grabbed a cab from downtown, the driver kind enough to wait for her to run into her mother's house for money while he waited. The night had been filled with tears and screams into her pillow, the emotions accompanying love so much more violent than lust.It had been a mistake to come to New York. Seeing him only compounded the fact that she was in love with him. If she gave him an inch he would drown her. She would pick up and move back to New York just to be near him. Love felt like obsession, wicked and controlling.The morning came quickly, Lisa still staring at the white dress he bought her on the floor. She forced herself to get up and shower again, the one the night before not seeming like enough. She could still feel him on her, smell him all over her. Where there was nothing she wanted more than to bathe in his scent, his way of controlling her was confidence shattering.Maybe she wasn't who she thought she was?Her phone buzzed. Kari asking if Lisa was going to
Jaded Life's Too Short
LisaLisa waved over her shoulder toward Fredrick before walking slowly up the dilapidated steps of Ms. Martin's house. Marc's truck wasn't in the driveway, which was a good sign. Disappointment tried to rear its ugly head, but she shoved it back.He wanted to be overtly dominant and try to teach her, HER, a lesson... he could find someone else to fuck with.She reached up and knocked on the front door, a bit of white paint chipping off to land on the ground before her. How Kari's mom didn't make more money as a nurse was shocking. The cost of living in New York was outrageous, but the condition of her house plus the location was disturbing. The door opened and an older version of Kari reached out to pull Lisa into a hug."There you are. Marc texted this morning that he wasn't sure you were coming over.""I wasn't sure I was either, but Kari wanted you to have these." Lisa lifted the small bag as Ms. Martin squealed with excitement and moved back into the house."Well, you're here now
Jaded A Slap in the Face
Lisa"No, no need to apologize. It was my fault. You were in the right." Lisa moved into the living area.Marc turned to face her, his eyebrow lifting.The tight black leather jacket that rested over his white t-shirt caught her attention first. Surely he didn't. He extended a large red bag toward her."I got you something." He didn't seem at all like himself. It looked as if life had pulled the plug on his joy and forced him to watch it die."I don't need anything. I have everything I want back home." She shrugged and moved past him to sit down at the table. "Ms. Martin, do you need help with lunch?""Hmmm? Oh no. Just take a load off. We'll eat in about twenty minutes. What time is your flight?""It's at five today." Lisa shrugged, not sure what time the flight was. Trisha had yet to get back to her, but she would spend the night at the airport if it meant running hard and fast from her feelings."Five? I thought you were staying until tomorrow." Marc moved into her line of sight, s
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