allowed his scorching lips to travel lightly along her neck and face. If she’s slightly wild and insane, I’ll tame her a little, go crazy with her a bit… The fine texture of her skin only pushed him further. Sweet torment! Timothy marveled. He pressed his hard sex on her abdomen and moved slowly and rhythmically as if he were making love to her. Aroused, he moaned in her ear.
“Do you like it? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
As an unfair answer to his passion-fueled questions, the woman gathered all her energy and tried to send him a knee exactly to the anatomical part of his body that was doing the thinking at that moment. Timothy managed to stop her at less than a tenth of an inch from his crotch.
“Don’t tell me that you really believe what you see in those stupid movies. The kick-ass-heroine ones in which a woman of your size beats up a man of my size,” he smiled towering over her. “That’s pure crap, honey! In spite of all your fascinating insanity, you seem intelligent enough to know that you cannot fight me and win. You don’t have to possess Einstein’s IQ to understand that. So, give it up!”
He paused for a couple of seconds and attempted to examine her quickly. She was such a fine and rare specimen of womanhood! Designed for the most exciting sexual fantasies… and for love…”
“What size are you?” he asked softly this time.
The woman didn’t answer. She stared at him like from another world. Petrified.
His tone of voice hardened again. Apparently, it worked better with her.
“Answer me, woman!” he demanded.
“Two,” she whispered, drained of strength.
Her body went weak in his arms, and she appeared resigned.
“Please, I beg of you, let me go,” she lamented. “I wasn’t going to steal anything or hurt you. I’m really sorry I broke into your house.”
“Strangely, I’m not. Not at all! Or… perhaps…I disappointed you somehow in reality. Did I? Just give me the chance to rehabilitate myself in your eyes and live up to your wild expectations,” he said, lowering his hand under her pencil skirt.
* * *
His hot, unhesitant fingers were climbing slowly toward her lacy black panties. Now they had just passed the flowery edgy of her silk stockings. Vivien became rigid. An extremely painful thought threatened to make her lose consciousness: she was on the verge of being raped by the man of her dreams. And on top of all, he most likely confused her with someone else – apparently a lunatic who had sent him dirty emails.
“Please, don’t do it… I implore you, Tee…”
The man stopped instantly. He was stunned for a while, and he stared into her dark blue irises that floated in tears. He didn’t say a word. He finally let go of her, and he backed up a couple of steps.
“Vee?” he asked , shaking his head in disbelief.
Vivien bent down and picked up her keys from the floor. Then she sprang out of the bedroom at the speed of a bullet released from a gun. Timothy followed her still in shock. Too late… She had already reached the bottom stairs. From down there, full of furry and outrage, she spun on her heel and screamed to the top of her lungs:
“Beast!”
“What?” Timothy Leigh leaned on the railings and burst into laughter. His dark brown eyes never left her. “Hey, you little pervert! You broke into my house. Remember?”
“You’re a barbarian, an animal, a brute!” she yelled.
“Now, there’s no such a great need for name-calling, my dear. I got the idea,” he teased her.
“ You, mister, have deep behavioral and communicational gaps,” she snapped at him, advancing decisively toward the front exit door.
“I’m not the
“Do you like it? Isn’t this what you wanted?”
As an unfair answer to his passion-fueled questions, the woman gathered all her energy and tried to send him a knee exactly to the anatomical part of his body that was doing the thinking at that moment. Timothy managed to stop her at less than a tenth of an inch from his crotch.
“Don’t tell me that you really believe what you see in those stupid movies. The kick-ass-heroine ones in which a woman of your size beats up a man of my size,” he smiled towering over her. “That’s pure crap, honey! In spite of all your fascinating insanity, you seem intelligent enough to know that you cannot fight me and win. You don’t have to possess Einstein’s IQ to understand that. So, give it up!”
He paused for a couple of seconds and attempted to examine her quickly. She was such a fine and rare specimen of womanhood! Designed for the most exciting sexual fantasies… and for love…”
“What size are you?” he asked softly this time.
The woman didn’t answer. She stared at him like from another world. Petrified.
His tone of voice hardened again. Apparently, it worked better with her.
“Answer me, woman!” he demanded.
“Two,” she whispered, drained of strength.
Her body went weak in his arms, and she appeared resigned.
“Please, I beg of you, let me go,” she lamented. “I wasn’t going to steal anything or hurt you. I’m really sorry I broke into your house.”
“Strangely, I’m not. Not at all! Or… perhaps…I disappointed you somehow in reality. Did I? Just give me the chance to rehabilitate myself in your eyes and live up to your wild expectations,” he said, lowering his hand under her pencil skirt.
* * *
His hot, unhesitant fingers were climbing slowly toward her lacy black panties. Now they had just passed the flowery edgy of her silk stockings. Vivien became rigid. An extremely painful thought threatened to make her lose consciousness: she was on the verge of being raped by the man of her dreams. And on top of all, he most likely confused her with someone else – apparently a lunatic who had sent him dirty emails.
“Please, don’t do it… I implore you, Tee…”
The man stopped instantly. He was stunned for a while, and he stared into her dark blue irises that floated in tears. He didn’t say a word. He finally let go of her, and he backed up a couple of steps.
“Vee?” he asked , shaking his head in disbelief.
Vivien bent down and picked up her keys from the floor. Then she sprang out of the bedroom at the speed of a bullet released from a gun. Timothy followed her still in shock. Too late… She had already reached the bottom stairs. From down there, full of furry and outrage, she spun on her heel and screamed to the top of her lungs:
“Beast!”
“What?” Timothy Leigh leaned on the railings and burst into laughter. His dark brown eyes never left her. “Hey, you little pervert! You broke into my house. Remember?”
“You’re a barbarian, an animal, a brute!” she yelled.
“Now, there’s no such a great need for name-calling, my dear. I got the idea,” he teased her.
“ You, mister, have deep behavioral and communicational gaps,” she snapped at him, advancing decisively toward the front exit door.
“I’m not the
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