rahepsi

For my birthday, I desided to write something for you all.

After all, its better to give, than to receive.

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Elisabeth sits in the kitchen sunlight of an early morning. At her left hand is todays edition of the paper. The smell of her coffee rises with the rise of the steam. She reads various articles in the paper. Her eye is caught by a story. A story about a man strangled in bed two days ago, and the authorities are stumped.

A smile comes across Elisabeths face as her thoughts turn primal with her imagination waking. Her long elegant fingers go down to her knee and the softness of her own skin, the tingling sensation, pure electricity. She closes her eyes.

She inhales deeply, the smells, the calmness about her. Her fingers slide up her leg slowly thinking about it. Her white silk nightgown wrinkles slightly as she passes the threshold of calmness to her own sensuality. The rosebud blooms.



Brad lays there in bed. The morning light shines over his white cotton sheets. His hand is cradling his own head from under his pillow. His body half on his side, yet he still lies on his back. His leg cocked up ever so slightly. The air crisp, yet warm in the sunbeams.

Elisabeth walks in, in her hand is a white nylon rope having a full length of four feet.

She stares at him. How she hates him.

She coils the ends of the rope in her hands. Graceful as any predator in the jungle, she slides into the bed. Brad stirs, she freezes. With a sigh he turns. The sheets half exposing his sleek body. His dark skin exposed and the light reflects off the skin of his chest.

She brings the rope to his neck, ready with the thrill of the impending kill.

Brad awakens and immediately jerks, and grabs her wrists tightly. She face is that of shock yet as hateful as ever. She struggles against him. This beautiful creature, a predator being subdued by this once defenseless man.

She feels the sting across her face as Brad strikes her violently.

She looks back at him with a sleek determination in her eyes. The lust arises as the blood comes from the corner of her mouth.

She kisses him aggressively with all the lust and want within her body. Her hand slides down and touches the mans already reacting organ. He gasps as she wraps her fingers around his shaft and starts jerking at it. He looks at her lustfully and grabs at her throat. She gasps and smiles as she strokes him faster. She pushes into his hand. His strong hand releases her throat, and both of his hands run down her long sleek body and pulls her onto him. She puts her hand on his throat as her other hand guides him deep inside her.

He grins and lies back. She starts to pump his cock with her wet pussy lips. Her own finger placed on her clit. She looks at him hungrily. She can tell he likes it. He guides her hips back and forth.

She pulls her fingers from her clit and reaches for the rope again and smiles at him. His lust having taken over, gives her a grin.

She wraps the rope in her hands as she moans. She applies pressure on his neck as he continues to slam her hard and fast. She watches his pleasure as she gains her own. She watches his gaze come more and more distant.

She can feel the pressure of her innards building, feeling every pleasure. She watches this man as his eyes roll back loosing consciousness. She presses harder, wrapping the rope around his neck tighter. Her anger and passion explodes inside of her. Her orgasm throbs on violently as she takes the life from this man. Her body shivers and convulses. Her own eyes roll back, the strength is so hard, never before has it been like this, and it never will again.


Elisabeth opens her eyes licking her lips, again the smell of coffee and print fill her nose. She slides her hand down her leg, the moisture spreading down her leg. She smiles, takes a sip of her coffee and turns the page eagerly awaiting the next story.