He was beautiful, he was a doll. He always made her feel inferior to the definition of beauty and grace. He was finally meeting her today and to her dismay hormones dominated her thoughts and body. Perhaps this made her weak, but she had yearned for this for so long. A perfect plan of seduction was created in her mind. Now she would attack her prey. She dressed herself in black. Lace around her bosom and silk around her waist. She took one last glance in the mirror and painted her lips in a clear, natural gloss. She was ready.
The sound of her heels filled the stairway with a steady rhythm. She made her way to the kitchen and collected frail, red rose petals from and old bouquet. She took her time scattering the petals to arrange a trail from the backdoor to the back room, the place where she would become over demanding.
Her dark hair cascaded down her back and messily framed her face. He was getting closer, her bones could feel it. It was so easy for her skin to recall his touch from the vivid dreams. The need to corrupt his innocence tingled her fingertips.
She sat naturally posed on the bed anxiously waiting. When dressed in lace and silk, she wasn't so shy anymore. She grew impatient, needy, and demanding. She heard the front door opening and the light footsteps getting closer. Every step doubled the rate of her heart beat. She was now waiting behind the door hidden among faint flickers of candlelight. The room's eyelid slowly let in the light. She casually attacked the door to get closer to him. Grabbing his shoulders, she aggressively threw him against the door slamming it shut back to the flickers of candles. Her thoughts were to punish him simply for making her wait. His mouth dropped in shock and she took this opportunity to molest his tongue with hers. She kissed him slowly but persuasively and rotated his back to the bed. She then forcefully threw him down and climbed on top. She started to show her obsessions with some ignored areas, and bit his collarbones. He jumped from the awoken sensations as she made her way back to his mouth. As she ended the kiss she climbed off of him and picked up something from the floor. She stood back up with an open razor in her hand. His sensations changed to panic. Her seductive glare changed to amusement. She came closer to him and slightly brushed the razor's point across his chest leaving it as flawless as it was. She dropped her hand and shredded the sheets on the bed. She took the first piece and tied his arms to the bedposts. The feeling of silk calmed his skin but he was still shaking as his lungs gasped for air. She took the second piece and tied his legs to the lower bedposts. He looked overwhelmed and this only made her more creative. She slowly took off the black masterpiece that was clinging to her body. She climbed back on top with her naked skin pressing against him. With the razor in control she gently tore into his shirt. She leaned close to his ear and took in a breath. She acknowledged chill bumps that were a consequence of her tongue introducing itself to the back of his ear. Her emerald eyes glared into his and said with a smile, "We WILL do this now. I am ready...Hope you are..."



A note to the readers: I just want to say that young people are capable of a lot and I am tired of stereo-types and people underestimating me! SO I am nutty..... BUT I BET I AM FUN!