...And as I loomed over my prize, holding her face cupped firmly in the palm my left hand--claiming her once again as my own--while the long, slender, cold fingers of my right gently brushed her cheek and then trace a slow, sensual, deliberate line down the side of her throat as she knelt helpless before me... She dared close her eyes as she both savored and feared the sensation rather than look up at me, her only retreat since she could no longer turn away, and she asked ever so softly with a small quiver creeping into her voice--almost ashamed and unbelieving: "Why? What is it do you see in me?"
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Date: 2008-06-08 05:21 am (UTC)For you, the same as it's always been (http://download.yousendit.com/50B1F34673F2B1EB).