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Gone With Her Heart
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GONE WITH HER HEART
By: Megumi
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She was the most beautiful woman alive in the world. She had the body every woman hoped to posses and the one every man hoped to touch. But she was evil. The wife of Satan in person. She was cunning, and she knew very well how to use her wit for her benefit. Albeit she was everything men and woman wanted, she was despised by everyone. Not only hated but also feared. She had the strength of ten horses together and the ability to profess. A pity that she was so evil.
She was a whore. But not the kind that lived in brothels, but rather the one you could find roaming through the streets late at night. She went to bars and flirted with men, inducing them drugs that made them want to want her and take her. She was wild in bed, always the one on top, surprising the men she slept with.
One evening, while roaming the streets in search of another pray from her seductive abilities, she spotted a man with the features of a demon. Attraction was the first thing she felt, and suddenly she wanted to know what difference would he be from the other men she had slept with, since she could sense that he was different.
She followed him to the bar she liked the most. The one where woman knew the style of dancing that she enjoyed, exotic dancing. She was, actually, one of the dancers in the bar. Only that she had more freedom than everyone else because she had such a strong character. Her boss made her keep everything she gained and let her dance whenever she wanted, and flirt with the customers if so she desired. Still, he had been one of the victims of her seduction, and in order to be able to keep that casual sex going on, she had the power to do what she pleased with the bar. Some said, she had cast a spell on the owner of the bar, but it was all a disgusting lie, that she didn't care about.
Sometimes, the men where lucky and had the power to pleasure her, but that's only sometimes. And she definitely enjoyed being pleasured. But not every man had that power. Actually, she chose them, for their physical appearance. If they were the baby face kind, she despised them, so she was the one on top, but if they had that handsome look that made them seem rough, she delighted with them. Anyway, those kinds of prays were the easiest to catch. Why? Because they were always looking for a belle to please them, and she needed not to seduce them, for they would be eating of her palm by only appearing in front of them.
This man, he was different. He had that cold look in his eyes that made a mockery of his whole appearance. He wasn't that muscular, but the kind of man that had the perfect body even though he was a bit slim. His eyes were the color of molten gold, almost the color of a hiding sun. His hair, red as blood yet straight and shiny like silk. It made her want to know the feeling of his hair in between her fingers, of his body pressed to hers. For the first time, she was actually desiring a man with all the lust her body is capable of holding and more.
He sat in the front table, ordered some scotch and asked for a woman to sit at his lap. All the ladies where going crazy. Every one of them wanted to be the one in is arms, but they all knew that they had to wait for the orders of Kaoru Kamiya, to be able to stay with him. She had asked for that power to the owner of the bar. Asked? Hmm, better to say blackmailed. One thing they all knew, was that if the man had some sex appeal they've lost him. Unless they find another one while Kaoru was occupied would they have the opportunity to seduce some men. And they had. Kaoru immediately said that the man with red hair was her property.
She took a tray and prepared him his scotch. Then went towards him. Very seductively she called for his attention, while he looked at the woman who was trying to catch his attention and was right in front of him. But he didn't care. And although the woman was bra-less and her boobs were of perfect size, he would just stare at them with a far away look in his gaze, like if he didn't care.
Then he noticed the beautiful woman that came to him with all that he had asked. He was startled by the overwhelming beauty of her body in that tight short white top, and the long legs that were only covered by a small black leather skirt that was almost too small. Her curves were perfect and her breast where made at his like. When he looked at her eyes, he was amazed at the sapphire eyes that craved lust for him. He felt the way she wanted him, and for the first time he didn't feel repulsed by it. Every woman he had met before had always looked at him with the same look in her eyes and he had always hated it.
Then he heard whispers that came from the table besides him.
The men were talking about the woman he had in front. Saying that she was the best woman in bed, but that it was a pity she treated men like shit. They also whispered about the relationship she had with the bar owner and the way she rides a man. But he was interested in one thing: she treats man like shit. Shit. He wanted to see her treating Him like shit, see who will be the loser this time.
He waved his hands ordering her to sit on his lap. He cuddled her to his body in a very intimate way, and she loved it. She was never hugged so intimately before. Then suddenly she felt the way his hands moved around her body and was surprised. She had thought the man was different, and he was just the same as every other one of them. The only difference is that no man had held her so close in public before. Then she felt his hands grab her breast. For some reason, she felt bolts of electricity travelling through her body, as if she was being touched by the man she loved. But, she had never loved a man!
His touches were very provocative, and her answering was very surprising for both of them. She didn't expect to feel just so eager to feel him inside her but the urge was consuming her whole mind, making her oblivious to the place she was. She shifted her sitting to face him directly and started to kiss his neck, but he stopped her. How dare he stop her? She was the only one here to give orders or let them think he was commanding over her.
He lifted her in his arms and went to one of the rooms in the hall at the back. He locked the door and undressed.
Why did he want to screw her?
Because he wanted to know what every man was talking about when she first sat on his lap. He pretended not to be hearing but what he heard was enough. She hadn't had the time to drug him and he knew she was aware of that.
He laid her in the bed basically throwing her to it, falling right on top of her. She made him roll over and shift positions. He understood she liked being the one on top, but he was the man here, and he was the one here that wanted to fuck, therefore he will be the one on top and he made her roll over.
Kissing her neck, touching her curves, wandering through her body, exploring each and every piece of her body. She smelled like jasmine, and that almost flooded his senses, and she felt it.
Immediately she rolled over again, this time being her the one kissing his body, exploring it too. He smelled like sandalwood. She had only smelled that once and had almost lost her senses that other time, but this time she will not. She took off her top, throwing it to the floor.
He wanted to feel her breast against his body and he knew she wasn't going to do it because he was battling against her, and she knew it. So he rolled over again, crushing his body to hers, seeking her breast, teasing them until they hardened, and then he sucked.
She gasped. No man had ever sucked her breasts, she had never permitted it. But this man...
Then she felt herself giving in, moaning, but she won't give in, and he noticed. Apparently he could read her mind or something because he always knew what she would try to do to win over him.
He let her shift positions again and he finally found his voice. He needed to ask her, her name. This was the wildest sex he'd ever had and he wanted to know who she was. He rolled over again and captured her arms almost like if he was crucifying her to the bed. He lowered his head to kiss her lips and then her neck until he found her ear.
”What's your name?” he whispered, rather coldly in her ear. Then he looked at her eyes that where wide open with amazement. Her breath was heavy, she was panting.
“Kaoru” she managed to whisper. She had almost lost her voice.
Kaoru...” he echoed and captured her lips in a long wild savage kiss that left her lips rosy and swollen. “Sweet Smell...” he said recalling the meaning of that name, kissing her softly again "like you...” and started to caress her body softly, teasingly, making her give in to him.
She started to tremble, she had given in. She was his, only his, and he liked the sound of it. This woman was a wild beast and he had tamed her.
He kissed the valley of her breast his hands wandering lower to the place between her thighs. He introduced his middle finger feeling her heat and her wetness. He smiled mockingly, he had won. She was wet, for him. A feeling of pride swept all over him and now he had what he wanted, her. She was all for him and now he could finally let himself loose control.
He lifted her hips and let himself inside her treasuring the feeling of her body all over him. She still trembled, she couldn't believe it. This man...he was able to win over her, but now she knew one thing, she wanted this man more than anything in this world.
She put her arms around his neck searching for the band that held his hair together. She took it off and passed her fingers through his hair. Soft as silk, just as she had imagined it would be. His hair fell over her body, tickling her skin, his hand left her hips when he felt her moving with him, and were now caressing her body softly.
Was the room hot or was it just there imaginations? Nobody knew, the only thing they knew was that their body was sweaty and every drop was filled with lust and passion.
He climaxed with her until the brake of dawn when he finally let his body fall over hers, completely wasted, completely tired. As they slept she recalled the memory of him. He had actually made love to her. Made love. Love. She closed her eyes, and dreamt about him. He pulled her to him and they slept the morning away.
When she woke up, he was no longer besides her. The only memory of the man that made her heart and pride brake in small tiny pieces was gone...gone with her heart, and she has forgotten to ask his name. “Would he ever come back?” Was the only thing she could think about…
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AN: Edited after 2 years. I imagine I still have some things to work on, specially verb tenses and stuff. English is not my first language so bare with me. I hope you liked it. Also, this story is a short story. I tried to continue it but meh… I rather not fuck it up. If anyone of you want to continue it you may, just be sure to email me.
GONE WITH HER HEART
By: Megumi
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She was the most beautiful woman alive in the world. She had the body every woman hoped to posses and the one every man hoped to touch. But she was evil. The wife of Satan in person. She was cunning, and she knew very well how to use her wit for her benefit. Albeit she was everything men and woman wanted, she was despised by everyone. Not only hated but also feared. She had the strength of ten horses together and the ability to profess. A pity that she was so evil.
She was a whore. But not the kind that lived in brothels, but rather the one you could find roaming through the streets late at night. She went to bars and flirted with men, inducing them drugs that made them want to want her and take her. She was wild in bed, always the one on top, surprising the men she slept with.
One evening, while roaming the streets in search of another pray from her seductive abilities, she spotted a man with the features of a demon. Attraction was the first thing she felt, and suddenly she wanted to know what difference would he be from the other men she had slept with, since she could sense that he was different.
She followed him to the bar she liked the most. The one where woman knew the style of dancing that she enjoyed, exotic dancing. She was, actually, one of the dancers in the bar. Only that she had more freedom than everyone else because she had such a strong character. Her boss made her keep everything she gained and let her dance whenever she wanted, and flirt with the customers if so she desired. Still, he had been one of the victims of her seduction, and in order to be able to keep that casual sex going on, she had the power to do what she pleased with the bar. Some said, she had cast a spell on the owner of the bar, but it was all a disgusting lie, that she didn't care about.
Sometimes, the men where lucky and had the power to pleasure her, but that's only sometimes. And she definitely enjoyed being pleasured. But not every man had that power. Actually, she chose them, for their physical appearance. If they were the baby face kind, she despised them, so she was the one on top, but if they had that handsome look that made them seem rough, she delighted with them. Anyway, those kinds of prays were the easiest to catch. Why? Because they were always looking for a belle to please them, and she needed not to seduce them, for they would be eating of her palm by only appearing in front of them.
This man, he was different. He had that cold look in his eyes that made a mockery of his whole appearance. He wasn't that muscular, but the kind of man that had the perfect body even though he was a bit slim. His eyes were the color of molten gold, almost the color of a hiding sun. His hair, red as blood yet straight and shiny like silk. It made her want to know the feeling of his hair in between her fingers, of his body pressed to hers. For the first time, she was actually desiring a man with all the lust her body is capable of holding and more.
He sat in the front table, ordered some scotch and asked for a woman to sit at his lap. All the ladies where going crazy. Every one of them wanted to be the one in is arms, but they all knew that they had to wait for the orders of Kaoru Kamiya, to be able to stay with him. She had asked for that power to the owner of the bar. Asked? Hmm, better to say blackmailed. One thing they all knew, was that if the man had some sex appeal they've lost him. Unless they find another one while Kaoru was occupied would they have the opportunity to seduce some men. And they had. Kaoru immediately said that the man with red hair was her property.
She took a tray and prepared him his scotch. Then went towards him. Very seductively she called for his attention, while he looked at the woman who was trying to catch his attention and was right in front of him. But he didn't care. And although the woman was bra-less and her boobs were of perfect size, he would just stare at them with a far away look in his gaze, like if he didn't care.
Then he noticed the beautiful woman that came to him with all that he had asked. He was startled by the overwhelming beauty of her body in that tight short white top, and the long legs that were only covered by a small black leather skirt that was almost too small. Her curves were perfect and her breast where made at his like. When he looked at her eyes, he was amazed at the sapphire eyes that craved lust for him. He felt the way she wanted him, and for the first time he didn't feel repulsed by it. Every woman he had met before had always looked at him with the same look in her eyes and he had always hated it.
Then he heard whispers that came from the table besides him.
The men were talking about the woman he had in front. Saying that she was the best woman in bed, but that it was a pity she treated men like shit. They also whispered about the relationship she had with the bar owner and the way she rides a man. But he was interested in one thing: she treats man like shit. Shit. He wanted to see her treating Him like shit, see who will be the loser this time.
He waved his hands ordering her to sit on his lap. He cuddled her to his body in a very intimate way, and she loved it. She was never hugged so intimately before. Then suddenly she felt the way his hands moved around her body and was surprised. She had thought the man was different, and he was just the same as every other one of them. The only difference is that no man had held her so close in public before. Then she felt his hands grab her breast. For some reason, she felt bolts of electricity travelling through her body, as if she was being touched by the man she loved. But, she had never loved a man!
His touches were very provocative, and her answering was very surprising for both of them. She didn't expect to feel just so eager to feel him inside her but the urge was consuming her whole mind, making her oblivious to the place she was. She shifted her sitting to face him directly and started to kiss his neck, but he stopped her. How dare he stop her? She was the only one here to give orders or let them think he was commanding over her.
He lifted her in his arms and went to one of the rooms in the hall at the back. He locked the door and undressed.
Why did he want to screw her?
Because he wanted to know what every man was talking about when she first sat on his lap. He pretended not to be hearing but what he heard was enough. She hadn't had the time to drug him and he knew she was aware of that.
He laid her in the bed basically throwing her to it, falling right on top of her. She made him roll over and shift positions. He understood she liked being the one on top, but he was the man here, and he was the one here that wanted to fuck, therefore he will be the one on top and he made her roll over.
Kissing her neck, touching her curves, wandering through her body, exploring each and every piece of her body. She smelled like jasmine, and that almost flooded his senses, and she felt it.
Immediately she rolled over again, this time being her the one kissing his body, exploring it too. He smelled like sandalwood. She had only smelled that once and had almost lost her senses that other time, but this time she will not. She took off her top, throwing it to the floor.
He wanted to feel her breast against his body and he knew she wasn't going to do it because he was battling against her, and she knew it. So he rolled over again, crushing his body to hers, seeking her breast, teasing them until they hardened, and then he sucked.
She gasped. No man had ever sucked her breasts, she had never permitted it. But this man...
Then she felt herself giving in, moaning, but she won't give in, and he noticed. Apparently he could read her mind or something because he always knew what she would try to do to win over him.
He let her shift positions again and he finally found his voice. He needed to ask her, her name. This was the wildest sex he'd ever had and he wanted to know who she was. He rolled over again and captured her arms almost like if he was crucifying her to the bed. He lowered his head to kiss her lips and then her neck until he found her ear.
”What's your name?” he whispered, rather coldly in her ear. Then he looked at her eyes that where wide open with amazement. Her breath was heavy, she was panting.
“Kaoru” she managed to whisper. She had almost lost her voice.
Kaoru...” he echoed and captured her lips in a long wild savage kiss that left her lips rosy and swollen. “Sweet Smell...” he said recalling the meaning of that name, kissing her softly again "like you...” and started to caress her body softly, teasingly, making her give in to him.
She started to tremble, she had given in. She was his, only his, and he liked the sound of it. This woman was a wild beast and he had tamed her.
He kissed the valley of her breast his hands wandering lower to the place between her thighs. He introduced his middle finger feeling her heat and her wetness. He smiled mockingly, he had won. She was wet, for him. A feeling of pride swept all over him and now he had what he wanted, her. She was all for him and now he could finally let himself loose control.
He lifted her hips and let himself inside her treasuring the feeling of her body all over him. She still trembled, she couldn't believe it. This man...he was able to win over her, but now she knew one thing, she wanted this man more than anything in this world.
She put her arms around his neck searching for the band that held his hair together. She took it off and passed her fingers through his hair. Soft as silk, just as she had imagined it would be. His hair fell over her body, tickling her skin, his hand left her hips when he felt her moving with him, and were now caressing her body softly.
Was the room hot or was it just there imaginations? Nobody knew, the only thing they knew was that their body was sweaty and every drop was filled with lust and passion.
He climaxed with her until the brake of dawn when he finally let his body fall over hers, completely wasted, completely tired. As they slept she recalled the memory of him. He had actually made love to her. Made love. Love. She closed her eyes, and dreamt about him. He pulled her to him and they slept the morning away.
When she woke up, he was no longer besides her. The only memory of the man that made her heart and pride brake in small tiny pieces was gone...gone with her heart, and she has forgotten to ask his name. “Would he ever come back?” Was the only thing she could think about…
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AN: Edited after 2 years. I imagine I still have some things to work on, specially verb tenses and stuff. English is not my first language so bare with me. I hope you liked it. Also, this story is a short story. I tried to continue it but meh… I rather not fuck it up. If anyone of you want to continue it you may, just be sure to email me.