CRIMSON EMBRACE

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***That game we are playing little kitten has only just begun...

~RACHEL

Therefore, you held unto her back with twice your usual strength, all charged up by over excitement and let her kiss you as much as she wanted.

You let her lips comb every delicious wet spot in your speech orifice and you also enjoyed every bit of it as much as she did.

After a while, she slowly drew back, giving you the chance to open your eyes to look at her.

All these you did while raising a high questioning brow at her to nonverbally ask her why she had stopped.

But she only smiled down at you and you noted then that she was at least three inches taller than you.

The perfect height.

Her fingers came to your cheek again, running over them.

It didn't take you long to realize that she was as obsessed with your cheek as you were with her neck which was perfect for leaving wonderful hickeys on.

You are about to ask her why she had stopped when you suddenly begin to realize a many things, becoming totally aware of your surroundings.

Embarrassment hits you as quick as you noticed that the entire people in the bar is cheering both of you on, doing so because of the marvelous spectacle that the both of you have just put up for them.

Their ululation is enough to cause shame to burn in your belly.

'Don't mind them,' she said to you when you looked up at her.

She hooked her fingers under your chin and lifted your head so that your eyes could meet hers.

Her words instantly soothed your obvious discomfort.

You nod at her.

'I won't,' you assured her.

Then you broke into a smile while staring at her beautiful orbs.

'Your eyes, they are so green,' you paid her a compliment.

"Ahh," she whispered.

Then, her pretty lips broaden at your compliment.

'I think I should say thank you if that is a compliment,' she said to you.

'Yes you should.'

'I already did,' she said and you realized then that she was probably not used to thanking people.

She let go of you and took about three steps backwards.

You suddenly find yourself studying her outfit, rather put together.

It was the only thing on her that you have not actually studied yet.



She was dressed in a red and white ensemble that consisted of red pants and some sort of matching pretty red midriff.

The blouse drew your eyes to the way her stomach was flat, hard and well defined, just almost masculine.

An equally matching red jacket completed the assemble alongside a white canvas.

Though the outfit seemed to strike with her hair, it was a good combination.

'Come, let's go,' she says to you.

You nod your head and allow her to take your hand that you presented.

Then, she began to lead you away, out of the bar and into the light.

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