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Thread: /Snowflakes and Cookies/-Me and Sevenpercentsolution-

Bernard responded with enthusiasm when she leaned back to allow him to kiss her stomach, and he kissed her navel, and slowly kissed upwards, carefully moving the material of her shirt out of the way as he did so, kissing up to her ribs and pausing only for an instant when her fingers continued to rub the shell of his ears. Another small groan escaped him, and he gave a small nod as an answer to her question, Definitely, he said he would have been happy if they just kissed all night - he hadn't even expected that to happen when the night had started.
Thread: /Snowflakes and Cookies/-Me and Sevenpercentsolution-

Winter's eyes closed, she just let the sensations roll over her. She continued to rub and stroke his ears, her lips curled in a small smile. He slowly kissed up her stomach, along her navel. The soft kisses where enough to start a slight chill in her, and when he slowly kissed up her ribs, something hot started to curl in her body. She wanted something, she had never had before. She sighed softly as she slumped a little, and then smiled at him gently, wintery eyes opening and watching him. Bernard, She began in a soft tone. I want this Christmas to be the best for both of us... so whatever you want, I am giving more then freely. She said softly as her hands went from his ears to stroke his hair.
Thread: /Snowflakes and Cookies/-Me and Sevenpercentsolution-

Alright, so these were lines that Bernard hadn't toed for a very, very long time several hundred years of unintentional chastity tended to put a guy's nerves on edge when it came time to - - to, uh. Well. So Bernard found himself simultaneously apprehensive and fascinated, and as he moved the hem of her shirt upwards and his eyes mapped out the gentle dips and curves of her stomach and ribs, he found the apprehension speedily draining away. Yes, as it turned out, even though Bernard had been away from this sort of thing for a very long time, there was something to be said for pure desire, especially when the object of said desire is a beautiful woman on Christmas Eve. It's mutual, Bernard said, and then gave her a little grin that indicated he was toying with her, especially considering her shirt was pushed halfway up, and the heat of his kisses would be lingering on her skin, You know, I'm totally cool with if you just want to watch a Christmas Carol.
Thread: /Snowflakes and Cookies/-Me and Sevenpercentsolution-

Winter burst into laughter, she couldn't help herself. He was teasing her in such a manner, and then he had to say that. Well if he was going to play it like that, she was going to turn the tables on him. He had been slowly sliding her shirt up, she tugged the edge up and completely pulled it off. There was a time and place for shyness, and that wasn't now. As the shirt came off, and the goosebumps played across her flesh, she firmly pressed her hands on his shoulders. So that she was above him now, her legs straddling his pants. She was going mostly on instinct here, and a few things she had read. Her hands cupped his cheeks as she dipped down her head now. Her lips sliding along his cheek. Oh YES, she was going for his ear. Her lips slid up along the rim of his left ear. Lips rubbing and was that a flick of the tongue? Yes it was, she stopped through as she reached the tip of his ear. Sucking on the tip of it. Putting her bra clad breasts right in his face, But she didn't seem to mind. She was making it quite obvious to the elf, that she wanted him. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his ear, and she sucked just a little harder. Reaching back with one hand to undo the clasp of her black bra.
Thread: /Snowflakes and Cookies/-Me and Sevenpercentsolution-

Up until then, a particular shyness had reigned supreme between the two of them Winter was shy and withdrawn while Bernard was withdrawn and overworked - the two of them were sweet and a little odd, and they created a nice, neurotic little pair. But, physicality had a way with bringing out other sides, and Bernard was seeing a slightly more extroverted side of Winter right then his surprise registered on his face when she yanked her top off, leaving her in front of him with only a brassiere to cover her upper half. His eyes had gone wide, and he was about to speak, but she was in his lap, and she was warm and soft and smelled like Christmas, so it was suddenly impossible to think. Winter - Bernard began, but the words drained away and suddenly became an incomprehensible noise when her mouth found his ear the noise sounded vaguely like Nnghk. And his hands were on her waist then, his eyes had fallen shut, and low, half-suppressed groans were escaping him, and without thinking, he was helping her pull the lacy bra off, and his hands had slipped up to her breasts, his fingers finding the pale buds of her nipples and teasing them.
Thread: /Snowflakes and Cookies/-Me and Sevenpercentsolution-

Winter found she enjoyed not being shy. The had made sure a pair, and he had been so sweet to her. She hoped they would have their moments in the future. Hoping that they would be together longer then just a few days. She found that she may just be falling for him. Maybe it was the season, or maybe... just maybe it was him. Her lips tugged on his ear, as she kept them there. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his ear and then blew a soft breath on it as she released it and sighed. She pulled back a little, a grin playing across her features now. She had lost her bra, thanks to his help, and she found she liked feeling as deliciously naughty as she was. We are going to get in so much trouble... She whispered as she kissed him rather sweetly. But her lips diverted and went to his other ear, sucking on the lobe for a moment and then sliding up to the tip. She felt so naughty teasing him like this, but she wanted him to know how she felt. Even if she couldn't say it, at least by her actions. When his hands found her breasts and started to tease her nipples, it was her turn to moan, and a moan it was. That soft and sweet moan was punctuated by a light cry, as she pulled back a little. Perhaps... on the living room floor, isn't such a good idea... She whispered.
Thread: /Snowflakes and Cookies/-Me and Sevenpercentsolution-

It was a bizarre thing for the normally anal-retentive Bernard to lose his concentration so frequently, but he found that every time he tried to focus entirely on what he was doing, tried to put all of his effort into making Winter squirm and moan, he found himself distracted by her hands on him, or her mouth - which was currently doing an excellent job of working the hypersensitive tips of his ears and sending jolts through his entire body. He found that, despite his best effort, he had to pause a few times to pull in a breath, because the way her mouth was moving against the shell of his ear seemed to make him forget to even breathe. Yeah, you're probably right, Bernard rasped, kissing along Winter's throat, his fingers still moving against her breasts, Shouldn't do this here. Of course, it was easier said than done, because the idea of pulling away from her right then just didn't seem plausible, and it was emphasized by the way Bernard's deft hands continued to slide along her sides, the way his mouth continued at her skin again, he tried to force himself to concentrate. Staying there would not only be uncomfortable, but it wouldn't be nearly as intimate or romantic as a night like this one should be for them - so Bernard did what seemed right at the time, and swept an arm underneath Winter's legs, lifting her up off the living room floor with a suprising amount of strength. Right, he said, grinning, and the smile faltered only for an instant, his hat slipping down into his face, Which way do I go?
Thread: /Snowflakes and Cookies/-Me and Sevenpercentsolution-

Winter was enjoying his reactions, but now she sat back to completely watch him. Eyes overshadowed as she tilted her head down. Bangs falling into them and hiding the icy wintry depths of her eyes. She smiled faintly as she stayed perched above him. Biting her lip and enjoying the sensations of his lips across her throat. He was trying to regain his composure most likely. Her body was alive and sensitive. When he spoke to her, she bit her lip a little harder and nodded. Grabbing up some of the stuff, she cradled it in her arms as she looked towards him. No... shoul-shouldn't... She said, his fingers on her nipples, the feeling of them was imprinted on her mind. Gods it had felt so good. His hands slid down her sides, and she sighed as his hands slipped down her frame. Then he was picking her up, and she snuggled against him, smiling faintly. The grin passing over her features. Down the main hall, third door on the right. It's only a little bit of a walk... She whispered as she nuzzled him behind the ear.
Thread: Behind the mask.

Eva was walking down the street. It was time she got laid her friends said, find a date? That wasn't likely, she was no looker and many considered her odd or a freak. But getting laid sounded nice. She could always pay for sex, she had plenty of money. She'd written books, but never really revealed a picture of herself with the reason I like my privacy. Currently she was walking through the rougher neighbourhood of the city, looking for a male prostitute. Preferably one with decent looks and not too young. Her long black hair hung in a messy braid over her shoulder. She was dressed in faded blue sort of baggy jeans with a somewhat baggy dark red shirt over it and a jeans jacket. Her posture was slightly hunched over as she looked around once more.
Thread: Behind the mask.

Chris was walking down the street. He was a prostitute who would do anything for sex. Even it meant killing a guy over a girl. Last night he had done just that and now he brought the girl to her room and smiled to himself and had sex with her. He then returned her to the streets and promised to return to her shortly. He walked the streets of the neighboorhood wearing a blue T-shirt with blue jeans. He was 5'8'' and had blue eyes. His brown hair was combed neatly to the sides. As he walke along the street he spoted a girl and smiled at her. Hello miss. He said and blushed. Why are you in this neighboorhood? He asked.
Thread: Behind the mask.

She was hardly a girl really. At twenty five she had a nice career. Most people just didn't know it was her. Which amused her to no end. Hello Mr... She said. Let's see I'm looking for a male prostitute I think I just found one. She said and smiled at him a bit oddly, her eyes were a piercing blue. She didn't miss much from what was happening around her. She was blunt and to the point most of the time and that sometimes scared people off.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He looked at her and sighed softly. but why a male prostitute? He asked then blushed recgonizing something strange about her. I mean. He paused and looked over her sexy body. You could have any guy you wanted to. He said.
Thread: Behind the mask.

Because. Now what's your price? She then asked. She didn't think the reason was any of his business. Her voice seemed to lack some intonation, but was not yet monotone. She was just looking to get laid, wasn't that obvious? Why else would people visit a prostitute? Oh well maybe not all people could think logically. It's not like she cared as long as he was good in bed.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He looked at her and smiled. For you I am free. He said then paused. How can I charge a beautiful woman like you money to have me? He then looked at her and smiled again. And if you insist on paying. He paused and knew what the price would be. I am always horny. He said.
Thread: Behind the mask.

She smiled slightly, he'd come with her for free. He was such an easy target. She was what they call a housecleaner. A serial killer that killed off the homeless, junkies and prostitutes. She might keep him for a couple of days and get laid before making him her next victim on the ever growing list. He was a pretty boy. Sounds good, come with me. She said. No way she was going to have sex here in an alleyway.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He looked at her and nodded and blushed and nodded. True enough. He said and paued. But we can always do it at my place if you wish to. He said and looked at her. His true intentions were to keep her forever and never kill her. But to kill her friends and lovers. He would do anything to make sure they were alone.
Thread: Behind the mask.

I prefer my place. She simply said and and walked to her car. She undid the central lock and got in. If he was going to come he'd sit down in the passenger's seat. Her home was nice, big and secluded with a big garden. She had some mean dogs that she'd trained to like human meat. Great way to get rid of corpses and those who tried to rob her. Three great Danes and three German Shepards. It was all well planned out. At this time there was no one on the street and all.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He nodded at her and got into the car making sure no one was looking. He didn't want anyone to see that he was getting in the car with a beautiful woman. Besides he needed her body and he needed her pussy. And he felt as if she needed him.
Thread: Behind the mask.

She needed him alright, she needed to kill him. That was her plan, one more prostitute off the streets. But this one she wanted some fun with first. He was especially her taste. She drove home, making sure to follow the rules and not get flashed. Her car was a dark blue small model SUV. She parked inside the garage and locked it behind them and turned on the alarm again. She walked into the kitchen which was attacked directly to the garage. Would you like a drink? She then said. Tiles on the floor in reddish brown to almost white, flowing over in teints. She didn't like cleaning and therefor avoided anything like carpet, everything in her house was easy to clean off.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He looked at her and smiled and blushed. Actuall I would like a pepsi. He replied then paused and waited for orders. As he looked around the house he noticed that it was well decorated and that a rich person must live her.
Thread: Behind the mask.

Eva looked in the fridge. She picked up two cans. I don't have Pepsi, but will Coca-Cola do? she then asked. Then she reached into the cupboard and took out two glasses. She was waiting for his answer now. She was rich alright. After the ten bestsellers she'd written she was loaded. That was handy since she had the best lawyers on retainer, so even if she was arrested, the chance of being convicted ever was slim to none.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He looked at her and nodded. Yes mam. He replied being polite. Just the thought of being with her turned him on. And as he looked at her he started to get hard and moan softly. When we are in bed there is something you should know about me. He replied.
Thread: Behind the mask.

She took a pill from her pocket as well as her cell phone. she turned it off, not wanting any interruptions tonight. She put the phone back, but had palmed the small pill, making sure he didn't see. She didn't trust him for some reason, less then any of her previous targets. She opened one of the cans, her back to him and poured until it was full and while it withdrew she added the powder from the capsule before adding a bit more cola. Then she put the see through empty parts of the pill in her bra, pretending it was a bit uncomfortable. She turned around and put the glass in front of him together with the can in which some cola remained. The pill should be tasteless. Here you go sweetheart. She said with a smile. Then turned back round and poured herself a glass too. Then she turned around again and looked at him. Oh really and what's that sweet heart? She then asked. She wanted him alright,but with this one she had to be in control completely, her gut didn't tell her not to trust him for no reason.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He smiled at her and did not notice the pill. He wanted her allright and for her he would pretend to be submissive. For he wanted her to be happy and wanted her so bad he would do anything for her. His thoughts changed again and he wanted to be with her forever. Why they could even kill all the others he thought and blushed and drank his cola. I will tell you once we are in bed together. He said and blushed. Yes he wanted to tell her. But he wanted to keep it a secret and get turned on by the secret of killing the other girl.
Thread: Behind the mask.

I see. She said. The pill should make him pass out. Then he was under her control. She'd fuck him a couple of times, then feed him to her dogs. The usual routine really. She took a sip from her drink. This was going to be interesting. She'd have him tied to her bed soon enough.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He left her side and walked throught the house and started to explore it. Soon he came to her bedroom and went in and climbed onto the bed. However instead of passing out he remained alive. He started to snuggle and wait for her and knew he would be her lover no matter what the cost. When she came he smiled at her and blushed.
Thread: Behind the mask.

Something wasn't right, he wasn't falling asleep. He'd made it upstairs. She grabbed four pairs of handcuffs, big enough to also fit around his legs and a gun with a silencer from downstairs. Once she walked in she had her arms behind her back. She smiled back, then aimed her gun at him while keeping enough distance to make sure he wouldn't try to disarm her. You should have fallen asleep from that pill I gave you in your drink. But if that won't work I'll have to improvise. Now you're going to do as you're told or you're dead meat and no this is not a bedroom game. Do as you're told and who knows, you may leave alive. She said, although the last part was a lie or at least she thought it was.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He nodded and fell asleep and let the pill take in. He nodded and blushed. Oh I will listen to you. He said then paused and waited for her dirrections. And the thing you need to know is I am a serial killer. I have killed three woman before and take them off the streeets. He paused. I have sex with them and if they refuse to be my sex slave I kill them. He then fell asleep.
Thread: Behind the mask.

Serial killer huh? I knew there was something different about you and off the same. I'm what in profiler's terms is called a house,cleaner. My targets, homeless, prostitutes, basically the trash of society. And guess what you fit the bill. Now first of all you will cuff your legs to the bedpost, one on one side, one on the other. She said and threw him two pairs of handcuffs. Serial killer or not he was a prostitute. Normally I don't consider having sex with one of my victims, but you look too good to eat. Well my dogs will appreciate some tender flesh when I'm done with you. She told him.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He woke up and nodded at her. Well we could always work together. He said then paused. I mean we could get couples and fuck them and then kill them in your house. He said and thought for a moment. So there was something strange about her. He looked at her as she clipped his legs to the bedpost. Besides I am easy in trusting and I will have sex with you nightly and daily. He replied and knew he wanted her every second of the night and day.
Thread: Behind the mask.

She cuffed his hands to the other end of the bed. Work together? Take couples. I take those society can do without, those no one will miss because they have no one. It's why no one has even noticed people are missing. If you want to go around screwing them fine, but most of them have a disease or two. As for me, why should I take a partner, he could only rat me out. I'll simply fuck you until I get tired of you and then my dogs can have you. She said. If he had a good answer to that one maybe, just maybe she'd consider working with him.
Thread: Behind the mask.

He looked at her and smiled. Here is why. He said then blushed. Rich people have money and they might give it to us. He paused. We can provide the homeless with a rich lifestyle for a bit then take everything they own. He paused again. Also if we take the poor people we can make sure they don't have a chance to be rich. He knew he did bad at his reasoning. But he didn't care. If he was to die just let him die he thought.
Thread: Behind the mask.

In case you haven't noticed I am rich. I don't need money from others. I take the homeless and prostitutes because no one misses them, because they're trash. You can either help with spring cleaning so to speak or I'll kill you when I'm done with you. Your choice. She said. If he wanted things alive in the bedroom they could always go to a club or something. But those people just had to be killed, they only polluted the streets.
Thread: A Generous Tribute

The Halls had worked for their boss for a very long time. In fact, they'd been working for him for generations. This was the fourth generation now, and they had been hoping that their daughter would escape working for the family. It wasn't going to happen however. Jeff Hall was a smithy for the boss, but he also rented his home from him. He'd made good on his payments for years until a few months ago. The economy had grown hard and Jeff couldn't pay the rent on anymore. Soon it came that he could only pay half of what was needed each month, and the boss didn't like that. Jeff and his wife Gina had met with the boss and had finally come to an agreement. They would be giving away their daughter to the boss as a personal servant, though they didn't know all of the terms of the agreement. They signed the contract hastily, neglecting the section that stated 'The given girl shall be subject to any and all sexual desires of the reciever.' It was a cold day when Emily arrived on the doorstep of her new boss. She was wrapped tightly in a coat, her fluffy gray tail peeking out from underneath. She was wearing a pretty dress underneath the coat, it was a dark blue and came just to her knees. She had gray fur all over her body with small point ears atop her head. Her ears and face were tinted blue, as her family were partly artic wolves. She rang the doorbell and awaited her life as a servant.
Thread: A Generous Tribute

Michael's home was very large, even for someone of his size. Aside from himself, there lived six maids and seven butlers in his mansion, but had so much room available, that at least two generations of six families could move in and still have room for more people. One of his renters, named Jeff Hall, was failing to make full payments on his rent for the past few months. So Michael called Jeff up and set up a meeting to discuss the reason for his payments. When Michael presented Jeff and his wife a method to redeem all of their payments with a contract. He was surprised that they didn't read all of the text of the contract and willingly sold their daughter into slaverly, but Michael didn't tell them about their mistake. When the day came that their daughter, Emily, was to start working. Michael had a butler standing at the door to greet Emily when she arrived at the door. When the doorbell rang, the butler quickly opened the door and let Emily in.
Thread: A Generous Tribute

Emily smiled at the butler and stepped into the house, immidiately overwhelmed by the vastness and lavishness that the house contained. She'd never been in so big of a house, though she had seen this one from afar. Her family rented one of the small cottages on the estate, though she guessed she wouldn't be able to go back down to her home very often, now that she needed to be cooking and cleaning all the time or so she thought. She took off her coat and gave it to the butler, who had offered to hang it up for her. She wrapped her arms around herself selfconciously, she felt so inferior in such a lovely place. Her tail swished behind her nervously and her ears twitched a little.