Monday, January 7, 2013

......Mission Impossible.

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Another story. Long one again, My Bad.
Oh...And another thing, when you see this Icon:

I means that the post contains SEXUAL CONTENT and is not for the easily offended.
I will say *all* the body parts and what is being done to them in detail. So ba-bai if you're you're a weakling.

This is not a real story.
And it works better if you're listening to "Heavenly Day by Patty Griffin"/ "These arms of mine by Ottis Redding" or any other very slow song you like.

In fact, here's my sexy Playlist. Give it a listen whilst reading...Don't blame me if you're horny afterwards.

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[[Backstory]]

---Terry Blackwell is a famous detective in the Big Apple. His name is known throughout the country for his crime solving abilities and his amazing looks. Everything in his life was perfect, besides being raised by an alcoholic father and a shop-addicted mother who kept the family in constant debt; He had everything he ever wanted...a beautiful home, a nice car, and a job he absolutely loved. That is, until his work hit home when his sister, Maddy, was murdered. Terry took it upon himself to hunt down her killer personally. The number one suspect, however, was suspected to be Lindsay Scott; No one could pin anything on her though, for she was also a widely known character. She was Queen of the runway; so famous and rich that she was easily able to hide anything she wanted, including her crimes. Terry developed a plot to seduce her and get her to confess on her own....little did he know what fate awaited him.--

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"Oh No! Terry help me close the windows!" Lindsay exclaimed as she ran up the polished oak staircase in her shiny, purple stilettos. He noticed the way her silky black dress clung to every curve, and how she loosely held onto the onyx colored handle even though she could easily slip.
Terry, although soaked, cold and beginning to feel the effects of the vodka they just drank at the Christmas Eve party, ran through Lindsay's spotless living room, leaving wet footprints along the way.
Lindsay's perfect, little nose wrinkled when she stopped at the top of the stairs and turned around. She saw the mess left behind by Terry's footsteps but she didn't say anything and rushed to the guest room to close the window which was making the blinds bang against each other. The cold breeze cause her wet bra to turn cold, and she could feel her nipples become hard underneath her clothes.
"Lindsay your floor is a goner. The rain has made everything wet, including your couch." Terry yelled back to her.
He could hear her tiny feet scramble back and forth upstairs, closing every window in the giant 3 story urban home.
When he no longer heard her, he walked quietly up to the biggest room which he guessed was her bedroom and noticed she had forgotten that window. He removed his shoes before entering the white carpeted, light rose colored wall room and slowly walked towards the window, noticing distinct details along the way.

He noticed how the delicious pungent of her perfume filled the big room easily; and that there was a giant mirror on her ceiling covering every corner. Her bed was king sized and covered with black silk blankets and what appeared to be 20 different sized pillows. Everything in the room was made of Honey Wood and polished to a perfect shine. He saw a walk-in closet big enough to be a separate room and a private bathroom with white tiles to match the carpet. The counter tops appeared to be made of marble....it was the type of home you see in magazines but no one ever believes is real.

The window closed easily and quietly and for a moment, terry forgot where he was. The weather outside was horrible; He could hear the wind howling as it made the trees sway to the right, almost in an artistic way. The rain matched the direction and was coming down at an angle. Somehow, though, the moon's rays pushed through the clouds and still made their way into her room. Casting shadows on the wall. Everything was beautiful.
"Terry..." Lindsay's soft voice startled him.
Terry turned around slowly and noticed the beauty of this slender women standing at the door way.
Lindsay had platinum, wavy hair that hung down to the small of her back and brushed gently the top of her perfectly round ass. Through her wet clothes he noticed her defined abs and beautiful hour glass shape. She had gorgeous, strong legs any model would be envious of; and only to be completed by a pair of tiny, feminine feet. The way she stood at the door way with such a pose that screamed confidence made her all the more sexy. His eyes run up her body again, up to her perky breasts and hard nipples visible through her thin bra. Terry felt his heart rate increase as his eyes slowly detached from her breasts up her to face. She seemed to perfect to be real, not only did she have an athletic and feminine body, her face tied it all together. Lindsay had rose colored lips and a defined jaw line. Her cheekbones were that of a model, high yet soft. She had piercing green eyes and perfect white teeth. Diamond earrings fell from her small ears and drew attention to her face as they glimmered with the moonlight.
She's Breathtaking....How could this women ever be a murderer? Terry questioned himself as he stood there, ogling her.
She blushed gently and lowered her eye sight away from him, slowly pushing her hair behind her right ear and placing her left arm across her stomach. She folded her arms and stood there quietly. "...Why are you looking at me like that?" It was almost a whisper, but Terry heard her and snapped back to reality.
"Oh, I apologize, Lindsay, It's just.....You're honestly breathtakingly gorgeous." He looked back out the window, heart pounding like a steel drum within his chest. He was sure she could hear it.
"...Terry.." She repeated, even softer then before.
He did not turn around this time, for he might get sucked back into this succubi's power and fall victim to her. She's you're number one suspect, Terry, She might have murdered Maddy. You're on a mission!......God, am I developing feelings for this women?....No! No! I can't!He kept attempting to reassure himself as her body ran through his mind...he could feel the tension rising in the room. The atmosphere was suddenly heavy with lust.
"Terry look at me." Her angelic voice flowed throughout the room.
He met her gaze over his shoulder. His body language was subtle, but very clear. The way his hands were in the pockets of his jeans with his thumb sticking out and how his shoulders were pushed slightly forward, like he was hiding something or embarrassed. Their eyes met and a sharp feeling was felt in both of their stomachs. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. The room, and their hearts, caved in. "..Take off your shirt..You'll catch a cold; it's soaking wet." She told him as she took a step closer. He noticed her stilettos were still on, making every stride she took all the more predominant.
He obliged to her demand and slid the wet shirt over his torso slowly. Her eyes were eating him alive; and when she gazed back to his, he could see a desire burning within her...and he couldn't resist anymore.
Every step she took towards him was sexy, her breasts bounced a bit as she walked, and her nipples seemed to have gotten harder.
Lindsay stopped a few inches away from him and looked down. A small smirk appeared on her delicate face and he blushed.
"What are you smiling about?" He turned back towards the window.
"..Help me." She whispered into his ears as she held onto his shoulder and brushed her nose against his ear. A shiver ran down his spine and he turned around. She faced away from him and slowly parted her hair over her left shoulder. Terry's shaking hands softly grabbed the small zipper and pulled it down. Piece by piece, her toned back was being revealed. The zipper stopped low enough that he saw the red thong she had on. She stood there, but leaned her head to the right slightly, giving him access to her neck. His instincts kicked in...He had finally fallen victim to his goddess...and he was O.K with it.

Terry placed his hands on her small waist and kissed her neck. She let out a small gasp for his warm breath felt so welcoming on her cold neck. He slipped the dress over her arms and it fell to the ground with a small thump from all the water it was retaining. Her carpet no longer mattered to her, it would eventually dry.
He continued to kiss her neck and shoulders while unbuttoning her lacy, red bra. His penis was completely erect now and she could feel it. As he slid her bra off, Lindsay reached around to undo his pants and push them down. He stepped back and kicked them off, along with his boxers. As Lindsay stood there, in front of this handsome man, she finally saw what her imagination had been raving about the past few weeks. He was everything she imagined him to be.
Terry's career was obvious through how muscular he was. It was clear that he was required to do a lot of athletic things quite often. In the dim light, you could easily estimate his height to be around 6 feet 5 inches...and his body was a fortress of lust. His muscles were so defined and taut. A spark of fear ignited within her; she knew that if this man to, he could easily kill her...but that spark turned her on even more. His masculinity was strong...the vibe he gave off was that of complete power and control...It was so alluring. His arms, legs, chest and back were all defined and had beautiful dips and rises. She started profoundly at his dick; it was hard and sticking directly out towards her. It did not curve or bend in anyway, just perfectly straight. He was circumcised, and although his length, she guessed, was around 7 inches...it was thick as well. A strong vain run from the base to the tip, circulating blood quickly. She could feel herself becoming wet from the sight. As her gaze slowly made it up to his face, she was stunned. Lindsay didn't understand whether it was just her burning desire for him making her see this gorgeous face in front of her, or if he was real.
Apart from his rock hard body -no pun intended- His was was something anyone could stare at for hours. Every feature on it was as defined as his abs. A sharp, straight nose, a jaw line any man would die for, big, soft lips and deep blue eyes. All of it enclosed with soft and luscious light brown hair.
....Is this man real? Everything about this situation is so surreal, I might be dreaming... She thought quietly to herself.

She had removed her thong while staring at his body and was standing there naked in purple stilettos. He approached her and kissed her roughly, tasting the cherry lip balm she was wearing. His hands grazed over her tiny body as he pushed her towards the bed with his torso. As they reached it, he placed both hands right beneath her ass cheeks and lifted her up; her slim legs wrapped around his hard waist as he continued to kiss her, but crawled onto the bed. As she unwrapped herself from him and slowly let her back make contact with the silky covers, she shivered. They continued to kiss in his position....her legs spread just enough for his leg to kneel between them. His hands squeezed her breasts and she began to groan through the kisses. His lips left hers and moved slowly down her cheeks, neck, and shoulders until they were around her nipples. His tongue danced in circles around them, and once in a while he would gently blow onto the wet, exposed skin and she would moan gently from the cold sensation.
His fingers were softly rubbing her wet vagina and once in a while he would make them circle around her clit then plunge one deep into her without warning while his mouth was busy with her breasts. She was becoming very wet and her moans were increasing in volume. After a short while, he increased the speed at which he was fingering her, a small wet sound from the movement was the only other sound in the room besides her high pitched moans and his deep breathing.
"Terry.." She groaned.
"God you're delicious." He replied, whispering into her ear very quietly.
She pushed his hands away and then forced him to lay down on the bed. Lindsay climbed on top of his, giving him a wonderful view to her breasts and abs as her fell down her back, tickling his penis just a little with the tips. She sat in a way that his dick would rub against her vagina, but it wasn't in just yet. Bending over so her nipples were touching his chest, she kissed him and bit his lip; quickly stopping and making her way down his neck and shoulders. She stuck out her tongue a little and licked right down the middle of his body, holding his hands down on the bed. She licked his chest up and down while rocking her waist back and forth, moaning from how his dick rubbed against her clit.
She slide down his legs and stuffed his lengthy member into her mouth. A sudden gasp was heard as she skipped the slow part and went right into a full blown blow job. She noticed his hands clutch the sheets and his head tip back a little as his breathing rate increased. She stopped at his head and circled her tongue around it a few times. She movement drove him insane and it was obvious. She pulled away and fondled his balls a little, gently squeezing them in her small hand and giving them a quick lick once in a while before she began sucking on one of them, then the other.
"Lindsay stop.." Terry was barely able to moan the sentence out.
Disobeying him, she went back to sucking him at a rapid pace and his moans become louder and closer together.
"Oh god!" He exclaimed and grabbed the back of her hair in a bunch and he pushed her head deeper. She choked a little was was able to keep from gagging. He moved her head up and down quicker then she ever could.
"Can I cum in your mouth?" He asked her, barely breathing.
"Please do, officer." She joked in her sexy, naughty girl voice.

Terry came harder then she expected and the cum flew straight into the back of her mouth. She gagged a little, but kept in place until he finished. As he opened his eyes again and looked down at her, he waited for her to get up and go spit it out, but to his surprise, she simply sat on his legs and swallowed it. Wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand. Impossibly, he was turned on again and just wanted to pump the living hell out of this women.
He kissed her again, while she held his penis and stroked it until he was ready to go again. Terry pushed her away and she got the hint that it was time. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his shaft and they both moaned in anticipation to this moment. She was tight and he began to wonder if she was a virgin.
With her looks? I doubt that. He pondered.
"Darling, are you a virgin? You're so tight.." He asked, embarrassed.
Even in just the light of the moon, he could see her cheeks turn red.
"Y-Yes...I'm sorry, I never told you..." She gave him an innocent look and then looked away.
He turned her face back towards him and said softly,
"You feel amazing...don't be shy...just please tell me if I'm hurting you."
"You're not...this feels wonderful." She claimed. Looking profoundly into his eyes.

He grabbed the sides of her hips and began to slide her up and down. She leaned back and held onto his shins for support. Her breasts bounced in rhythm to each trust and their moans were ringing through the entire house. He bounced her faster and harder until sweat began to drip down his chest and forehead. Terry noticed her abs were glistening with sweat as well and he told her to get off in a seductive voice.
She sat on the bed and they both caught there breath for a second before he laid her down and spread her legs. He lifted them far enough so he could sit between them and slide his dick into her. Terry's strong hands held her beneath her thighs as he rocked back and forth into her, getting a perfect view of her entire body bouncing around. Her arms where above her head, holding onto the bed's headboard and she was biting her lip.
A sudden clap of thunder was heard outside, and the rain picked up speed. Beating against the window at a fast pace, matching his thrusts. She was moaning loudly now, not being able to resist the feeling of his dick rubbing her G-Spot.
"Keep going!" She yelled and moaned again.
"Yes, Goddess." He replied, gasping.
He pushed into her harder, increasing his speed to go as fast as he could. He saw her hands now clutching the board for dear life and he knew she was close.
"Cum, beautiful." He told her, and let go of her thighs to grab her bouncing boobs.
"I'm cumming!" She yelled and began to slightly scream.

Terry was close as well, He knew they would cum at the same time.
And as if by magic, she came at the exact moment he did and their voices joined and created one loud moan.
He thrust just a few more times slowly, then slid out. Suddenly noticing he was not wearing a condom.
"Oh my god, I'm not wearing a condom. I'm so sorry, I'm clean, don't worry...I just don't want you to be angry." He said, breathing heavily.
"No, don't worry, I'll be fine!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her, kissing him.
"That was amazing..." She whispered into his ear.
He pulled back a little and smiled, looking into her eyes.
"Do you understand how beautiful you are?" He inquired.
"Do you understand how gorgeous YOU are?" She joked back.

He laid beside her, and helped her take off her shoes. They both slipped under the covers and held each other passionately as the weather outside settled down as well and all that could be heard was the howling of the wind that still made the trees dance. Terry stroked her hair, and noticed the dancing shadows on the wall cast by the moonlight.
"...Lindsay.." He said before he fell asleep.
"Yes?" She was already closing her eyes.
"I've been with you for a couple months now, going on dates and hanging out.." "Yes..It's been so much fun.." Lindsay yawned. "I think..." He began but stopped. She looked up to catch his eyes. "You think what, Terry?" She asked, a small frown on her face. "....Lindsay...I think I love you." He didn't look away this time, but just stared at her. Despite everything he had warned himself about...He fell for this gentle soul next to him...and he was now doubting that she was the actual criminal.
"Terry....I think I love you to.." She gazed at him, and blushed once more.
He pushed back every fear, every doubt, and every worry and kissed her with such love. He hated himself for getting distracted from his mission...it was the first one he believed he would fail...but he couldn't resist Lindsay. He had fallen in love, and having her in his arms now, hearing her heartbeat, seeing as her blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight...he couldn't help himself, and fell asleep with a smile on his face and a feeling in his heart he had not felt before.

TA DA!! I think I have Carpel Tunnel Syndrome now but it was nice right!? :D Hope I didn't disappoint any of you!! Time for sleep, I'm beat! lol Seriously though, send me a message on Facebook and tell me what you thought!! <3 Goodnight!!

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