Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

After holding his speech, Adam turned around and went inside, not looking back for a second at the human being he just left tied to a pole. Back inside, he found himself some leftovers in the fridge to heat up and eat for breakfast as well as lunch. Fortunately there was still some cold beer left, so he didn't have to go thirsty. He was quite convinced that Chloe would say no when she knew that the decision was final. She obviously had been surprised to what he had done so far, and then he had hardly started to play with her yet. There were no way that a spoiled girl like her would agree to the kind of thing he would propose. No, she would be running away just as quick as she had came, with her tale behind her legs, happy that she had escaped from the wolf. And she would continue to bore poor Henry with the missionary until the end of times. Probably she would never tell her boyfriend about this embarrassing misstep of hers, that she had thought she was though enough to play with the wild animals, but changed her mind in the last second. Should he tell Henry about it? He had to admit that it was tempting to do the foolhardy, annoying girl that disservice, but he made up his mind that he would be nice and don't do it if she was wise enough to see her own limits. When he had finished his meal, he dumped the plate in the kitchen sink and then headed for the living room. 'I wounder how many people got fucked in this yesterday.' he asked himself before he sank down into the black leather sofa. Not bothering to move away the panties that hang down over the TV, he started to browse through channels looking for something that at least would be mildly entertaining. A rerun of Oprah? No. Some reality show? No. Simpsons? No. Finally he settled for a documentary about the 30 years war. Apparently it had all started with some guy being pushed out of a window in Austria. Time passed as Adam halfheartedly watched the TV. Outside, clouds started to gather on the sky, releasing a soft rain. As the sky grew darker, the rain intensified, big drops rattling against the window. The bad weather suited the mood of the documentary very well, after all several millions had perished in the war. Even though Adams mind was in the seventeenth century, he had not forgot about the girl in his backyard. He did not give her much thought, however, because he had already made up his mind. It was not that cold outside, and some water wouldn't harm her. And he didn't want to get out to get her while it was still raining, after all then he would have get through the trouble of putting on something more than his boxers. So he stayed in the sofa and listened to the reporter explain the details of the peace of Westphalia. After the documentary, he watched some reruns of Seinfeld, but he really didn't find them that funny, so he went down to the gym in the basement to get some work done. He had promised to not let sluts nor parties interfere with his training schedule, and he always kept his promises. After working through his usual routine, he took a warm and long shower and then went up to peak through the window. It wasn't raining anymore. How long had she been out there? He looked at the clock on the wall. At least for four hours, probably more than five. It really wasn't important - the important thing was that he was bored now and wanted a toy to play with. So he went out through the back door, and picked up the garden hose from the tool shed on his way to the dog house. He watched what might be his slave to be for a while before he spoke. She had waited for hours, she could take a minute more. And after all, this was probably the last time he would see her. In a way, he felt a bit sad. The thought of her being just an ordinary girl, not some depraved ex porn star that could take anything down her throat without blinking, actually exited him. And on top of that, she was his friends girlfriend! Maybe he should have been softer on her, to try to lure her into it, to make her feel safe when in fact she wasn't? No, that would not have been fair to her. This was for the best. Before you tell me what kind of girl you are, let me say this. The first type, the sluts, don't know where to set limits because the don't know them self, and they always end up abused and taken advantage of. They end up broken and scarred. The second type, the bitches, think they are in control, but they never get what they want. They search and search but never finds it. They end up hollow and dissatisfied. The third type, the slaves, find their peace in submitting. They end up serene and satisfied. He looked down at the body in the pool of mud. Where will you end?