Thread: The Manor (Mr. Quixotic & Malicious Lullaby)

Everything okay? Her eyes closed and her libido nearly took a nosedive. Of course, he would think that something was wrong because she said something that was so outrageously unlike Harper Collins. If he hadnt been rubbing her back and heightening her senses of her already very aroused self, she would have told him to turn around and go home because she wasnt in the mood any longer. Did you and Stephanie have a fight? At that point, he had cupped her chin and made her look at him, she couldnt really hide any of that. A small sigh came from her and she looked away finally, pulling away from him. Her hands flew to her hips and she shook her head. By the fact she didnt tell him to go take a hike, it was an implication that she was inviting him in. Her apartment was rather opulent for a two bedroom wonder. It was the kind of apartment that Stephanie could afford since she was paying the most of it and Harper made up for that in cooking and domestic abilities. It worked out well and both girls were quite happy with the entire place. The front door opened up to this big lavish living space with a TV mounted on the wall and shelves with the DVD player, VCR and even the Direct TV DVR. There was a black faux-suede couch and a matching love seat, parallel from each other with a space in between for the glass coffee table. Underneath all those pieces of furniture, the floor was hardwood but covered with a very large and plush area rug in a deep burgundy color. It was plush, lavish and oozed luxury. Sometimes, Harper fantasized having sex on that rug. There was a small hall, open of course, that split two ways. One way went to the two bedrooms and the big bathroom they shared and the other way led to the kitchen and the patio that led out onto a beautiful balcony with a hell of a view. That was why the place was as expensive because the view of the entire city skyline, especially at night or sunset was the most beautiful thing next to an ocean view. Her favorite part of the entire apartment though was the kitchen. That was why she said yes immediately before knowing the price of rent that kitchen was like her dream kitchen. Beautiful oak cabinets, wood floors, gas burners, a big and spacious refrigerator and so much panty storage space even more than that, the actual space of the entire place was so big, it didnt feel cramped. She could be in there, Stephanie could be in therehell, Stephanies entire harem of women and men could be in there, it was that spacious! But the real and true beauty of the place was the amount of windows. There was no darkness in the place unless they pulled the drapes closed. There was so much light, that was the half the enjoyment of waking up early. Morning coffee out on the balcony and letting the light breeze, fresh sun and air of the morning waft over her. It was heaven. Some times, she fantasized about being bent over the railing and taken like there was no tomorrow for the entire world to see. Harper always had different fantasies. She lived them through some guilty pleasure of erotica but she felt disgusting for liking such things. She should be normal. She should like normal things, making love andvanilla stuff. It was bad to think this way, hell it was bad to have asked her boyfriend not to make love to her but to just fuck her. Sometimes though, even the most normal girl can have her boyfriend fuck her. He shouldnt be questioning it. He was a guy. He should have just picked her up and took her into the bedroom and fuck her silly because thats what a normal, horny horn-dog of a guy would have done. Maybe Steve wasnt normal? Perching on the arm rest of the loveseat, she looked at Steve and her hands flopped in her lap. Is it so wrong that I want my boyfriend? She stood up and walked over to him. Is it so wrong that I want my boyfriend to take me with so much passion and roughness that I scream his name? It was as if what happened that night changed her. She opened up more, she wanted passion, she wanted intimacy and there was none of that. She wanted raw, carnal and lustful passion that in the end, they were both a fit of sweaty hot messes gasping for breath. Or what? Do you not have it in you? Havent you ever just want to let go Steve? Let all your inhibitions go and She paused, thinking for the best choice of words and moved closer to him, her hands sliding up his shirt and over his chest. just take what you want? Justfuck? It was so strange using this kind of language. She never would have been able to say these kinds of words. Maybe she still had the affects of the alcohol but she felt like a new person like someone had just awoken the true soul of Harper Collins.