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She was beautiful. He knew that the moment he layed his eyes on her. She looked up at him, and smiled with her eyes. From all the way across the road, where he stood... he could see the bruise on her face, and the cut on her lip. He wondered if he knew her, maybe he met her one night while working as a security guard doing the nightly grind on the main street. She could have been one of the many out looking for a good time, going to a nightclub with friends... or maybe on a date. He knew that smile from somewhere... She had done that before. Little did he know, she was watching him.
Lee, not a day over 20... was your average young woman. She wasn't the tallest, but she had that look about her that screamed "hot". It wasn't a suprise that she was "taken"... She was pretty, kind, and the freakisly-quiet type. Unfortunately for her, she landed herself a control freak, with a knack for taking his anger out on the nearest thing... which usually was her. The latest of these affairs, landed her with a nice purple bruise on her cheek.. and a split lip. He didn't stop there, but only the bruises on the insides of her thighs and the skin under her nails would tell you that. She was damaged goods, if anyone was unlucky enough to give a damn. All she wanted, was a good stiff scotch, and welcome arms to feel safe in. She knew where the scotch would be, but the arms she longed for... seemed to far away to reach. She saw him, and knew straight away that he was a nice person. She knew he could save her, and she knew she was in love. Even though she had been abused for the last 5 years, this didn't alter her take on men completely. Yes, she despised the man who forced his satisfaction from her constantly... and yes, she had feared for her life around him... but he, and those who shared personality like his... were the only men she hated. When the abuse started, she sidelined all men... and chased experimentation. There was nothing like the dirty feeling of putting your hands on another womans body... pleasing her the way you want to be pleased. She longed loving hands... and she was now looking at the man attached to them.
He crossed the road, not taking his eyes away from hers for a moment. When he made it to the other side... he stopped, and waited to see if she'd react. Her eyes read more than just interest... and when she walked down a quiet laneway, he thought it would be a good idea to find out more. He waited a moment, and let her dissapear down the laneway. Then, he followed. When he made it to the laneway... it was empty. He walked slowly down a bit, wondering if maybe he was just dreaming. Before he could breath out, a hand reached out and pulled him into the fence. There she was, standing not even a centimetre from him... she had him against the fence, and he wasn't going anywhere. She kissed him lightly, and then whispered in his ear..."Here, Now". She then pulled him close to her, before backing herself against the fence. A hand down his pants, and her dress up to her waist... he entered her right there. Holding her up, he drove deep. She had her arm around his neck, and she threw her head back and moaned. With each pulsing stroke, she let out moans only he could hear. Hearing her moan, had only turned him on more. He knew within seconds that she was coming... not just from her tightening around his dick, but from the deep sensual kiss (and the moan she cleverly disguised with it). He came at the same time, and they stood there...wrapped around each other and breathing heavy. She looked him straight in the eye, and smiled. She then took his hand... and went back to his place.
That night, after more spontanious fun... she lay on his chest. She didn't know his name, knew nothing about him... but had never felt safer in her life. She fell asleep thinking about starting a new life... and he held her close, never wanting to let her go...
Written by Daniel Rutter. Not from personal experience, but yes... I have had sex (I'm not your average nerd).
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