Lost and Found | By : kmcracerx Category: G through L > Lost Boys Views: 5102 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Prologue
“Oh, Hell!” Corinna Munroe, Cora to her friends, was
having a shit day. She picked herself
up off the gym floor, and resumed her position opposite her sparring partner. Putting up her guard, that’s gonna leave
a mark, Cora thought to herself, refocused, and engaged her partner. Two more two-minutes rounds, a good right
hook, several jabs, confident blocks, a couple elbows, and a killer roundhouse
later, the bell sounded her victory.
She bowed to her opponent, thanking her for a good sparring match.
“What happened
back there, Cora?” The instructor asked
after she bowed off the floor.
“I don’t know. I guess I lost focus,” removing her sparring gear, she dropped
her head. “It’s been a bad day. Hell, a bad week, no, month. And I haven’t been sleeping well,” crimson
threatened to flood her cheeks as the images that keep her from resting entered
her mind. Fighting the blush, “Work,
has been, well, it sucks. I can’t
concentrate. It’s driving me
crazy. But that still shouldn’t have
happened. I haven’t been hit that hard
since, well, since I don’t know when.”
“Don’t be too hard
on yourself, “ the instructor said, “I still get hit. It happens to everyone.
The trick is, knowing how to get back up, and back into the fight. And you did just that.” Patting her on the back, “Go home, take a
long, hot bath, with Epsom salts, and get some rest. Tomorrow’s another day.”
Cora smiled.
“That sounds like
a good idea.”
Her
body hurt. An ugly bruise was surfacing
on her right thigh. Standing in her
robe, she waited for the bath water to get hot, poured in the Epsom salts, and
added some Lavender Vanilla Bath Milk.
When her bath was ready, Cora slipped off her robe, and stepped into the
hot, aromatic water. Sliding down
carefully, as to not knock her sore spots, set sat down, and began to
relax. Laying her head back, she began
to run the day’s events through her mind.
“Not good, Cor,” she whispered to herself. “Thank God tomorrow is Saturday!”
**********
Cora
pulled out into traffic. At 3 in the
morning, she was headed home after a fun night bar hopping with her
friends. They called earlier in the
afternoon, asking her to meet them out on the town. Girls night out is just what I need. So she went. The night was filled with laughs and bad pick-up lines. There were also plenty of free drinks,
though she passed hers off onto the other girls. She wasn’t much of a drinker, in fact wasn’t a drinker at all, so
she usually ended up being the Designated Driver. But not tonight. Tonight,
she was off the hook. One of the other
girls’ boyfriend was carting them around.
She laughed and shook her head, thinking about how he stole glances down
the shirts of the other drunk girls.
Long,
thick hair tickled her chest.
Squeezing
the steering wheel, Cora willed the images in her head to disappear.
A
warm tongue slid up between her breasts.
“Stop. Just stop.”
She inhaled sharply. The images,
her dreams, had now not only disrupted her sleep, but were now invading her
waking hours.
Large,
lightly callused hands ran up her hips and over her ribs as the tongue moved
from between her breasts to a tightly puckered nipple.
Cora gasped as she
tried in vain to hang on to reality.
The
hands slid under her shoulders, anchoring her.
The warm, wet tongue worked its way up her neck, giving way to several
nips of teeth. She squirmed under his
weight. He kissed and laved his way up
her chin and over to her mouth, sinking his tongue deep into her. His heavy thigh slid between hers, settling
himself in the V of her thighs. He
rocked against her.
“Shit! This is not happening… not here…” Cora
whimpered as her body flushed hot, as she knew what was coming next.
Sliding
one hand out from under her torso, he slowly trailed it down, between their
bodies. Lifting himself a little, he
slid his fingers over the slick opening and into her sex. He growled at her strangled sigh, satisfied
that she was as hot as he was. Letting
her go, he grabbed his own engorged shaft.
Whimpering in need, she tried to grind against his hand. He chuckled and rubbed the thick plum head of his cock over her sex, spreading her
juices. She groaned in anticipation. Positioning himself, he slammed into her,
filling her to the hilt. A mixture of
pleasure and pain washed over her. The
pain quickly receded as he began to thrust, giving way to complete and utter
pleasure. His thick shaft hit every
bundle of nerves, driving her to thrash under him. Her nails dug into his back and buttocks, drawing blood, as she
clung to him, trying to take him deeper, into her soul. She smelled the faint hint of blood, and so
did he. It set him off, like a
rocket. Driving deep into her, swallowing her cries with his
kiss. Letting go of her mouth, he
licked his way down to her throat.
There, he alternated between light nipping and sucking. Feeling her building climax reach the
threshold, he swiveled his hips. That
extra movement pushed her over the edge.
As her body clamped down on his, he sank his teeth into her throat,
drinking her essence. She keened as her
climax spiraled out of control, taking him with her. He thrust several more times, loving the way she milked his
body. He lifted his mouth from her
neck, lightly licking the wounds to close them as her body calmed, and then
lifted his head. When she looked into
his eyes, all she could see was a bright light, blinding her to everything
else.
She
blinked her eyes, only to see the headlights of an oncoming car. Too late, she swerved. And then, blackness.
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