Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

I just checked your RH, you enjoy fisting? Desiree hardly remembered her mother, and even less her father. The man died when she was a child his life was taken at a tragic accident. Her mother soon remarried, when her daughter was around three years old, but a few years later died as cancer stole her life. The only thing remaining from her real parents were pictures and the considerable amount of money that would be unfrozen once Desiree turned eighteen in precisely two months. Micah, her step father, was her entire family. He saved her from a foster home and gave her everything a young girl could ask for. She lived in a huge mansion, went to an expensive private school, had the clothes conforming to the latest fashions and by the time she received her license she received an Audi, her most prized possession along with her dog, a young retriever named Pogo. Throughout the fourteen years she has known Micah, never once would the girl have doubted that he would even dream of hurting her. He was always so sweet and fatherly that she came to think of him as her only real family. Being a teenager, she did occasionally look at him in a way she probably shouldnt have. The man was incredibly attractive, she justified her actions. Certainly, at times he seemed to care about his appearance too much, yet it didnt change the fact that all of her friends were swooning from his mere presence. They were the ones to cause her to occasionally day dream about him, yet whenever she realized what she was doing the girl would punish herself with a lengthy guilt trip, reminding herself that he was her father. She, meanwhile, was in fact extremely attractive. Most guys at school wanted her, only one ever managed to get her. They didnt go very far, however. The furthest she has ever been with a guy was giving him a blowjob, which didnt prevent her from secretly getting a full Brazilian wax. It was a strange obsession of hers she hated the presence of hair on a womans body. She broke up with her boyfriend because he began to bore her, yet did have some fun with a couple of her male friends, discovering that she was incredibly good at giving head, and actually enjoyed doing it. Nonetheless, at that given moment she was all alone, without any man to call her own. She liked things that way she felt independent and free. Relationships were a drag, she discovered. Or perhaps she simply never liked the guys she dated that much. She was a small girl, standing at five feet and four, her slender form inherited from her mothers side. She was extremely athletic, oftentimes playing tennis or running, but most of all cheerleading. This led to her body becoming near damn perfect. Her legs were long and slim, her rear firm and round, her stomach flat with a shadow of abs and her breasts, simply a result of genetics, a full, perky D cup. They made it hard for her to be a cheerleader, considering the amount of time she was being thrown around, yet she managed it anyway, her A type personality pushing her to do many things she shouldnt have been able to. The same went for everything from her grades to her relationships, she had the strange need to perfection everything. It wasnt that hard though, Desiree was an intelligent young woman after all. Her face was a striking feature of hers. Just as the rest of her body it was lightly tan from the occasional trip to the tanning salon, contrasting nicely with her light pink lips that shielded a perfect row of blindingly white teeth. Her cheekbones were high, and the rest of her face doll like. Her eyes were the most impressive part. Large and almond shaped, they were filled with vivid intelligence and a sense of mystery that drew people in. The large orbs upon which her long black eyelashes cast a soft shadow were of a striking blue color, speckled with gold on the inner part of her iris to create an odd mix. Her hair occasionally landed onto her face in rich loose curls, falling down to her waistline in dirty blonde waves. She was extremely obedient to her father, instead of open confrontation occasionally going behind his back which resulted in a couple of tattoos she always made sure to cover up when going to the pool with a thick amount of makeup. Along her side trailed a series of light blue butterflies, and on the back of her shoulder were ancient symbols, stating something not even she knew it simply looked extremely sexy, somewhat like the tattoos on Angelina Jolies back. That day, she was wearing her uniform when she came back to school. Her skirt hardly reached her mid-thigh, her black stockings riding up to her knees. She kicked off her shoes at the entrance, left in her skirt, stockings and a tight white dress shirt that highlighted her impressive cleavage quite nicely, the top button almost bursting whenever she leaned down, showing off the edge of her white lacy bra. On her wrists hung a few expensive bracelets and her hair was attached in a loose ponytail, a pair of square glasses hiding her eyes. All in all, she looked like a naughty schoolgirl, which in a sense she was. Making her way to the swimming pool since she doubted she would find him anywhere else, the girl looked around, surprised by the absence of domestics around. However, she shrugged it off, figuring that the maid was done the cook was off to buy food with the butler figure. Daddy? She called out in a deep melodious voice, her tone sounding rather sensual due to its innocence. She pushed the door open and walked out to the swimming pool, smiling at the man. Hey dad, she cooed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, an excited expression on her face indicating that she has had a good day. How was your day? She wondered, stretching out lazily as she rolled up the sleeves of her dress shirt. Her gaze unconsciously wandered over his torso and strong muscled body, her tongue briefly grazing her lips as she waited for his response.