| Subject: †.Heaven.Sent.† |
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Nevaeh
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Date Posted: 08/15/11 1:58:50am
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Seth
's message, "..}Black N Blue{.." on 08/15/11 1:01:02am
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His shake was firm, and she respected that in a way few women might. Her dainty frame often lead others to the assumption that she was somehow breakable--something she fervently resented. Those who stuck around long enough to get to know her (or those who crossed her, take your pick), often found out that despite her small size, she was a firecracker. Hell, when you only stood a little more than five feet off the ground, you had to have some degree of grit--otherwise, the whole damn world would walk all over you. Oh, she could be refined...her father had seen to it that she was well exposed to that world. That part of her persona had never been more than just a simple projection...a way to advance, akin to a pawn. It was her rough-and-tumble attitude that was her core...a trait that proved much more useful in the 'real world', outside of dinner parties and fine wine.
A woman has a way of knowing when a man is noticing her, and Nevaeh was no exception. She could practically feel his oceanic gaze slide appreciatively over the creamy flesh of her legs. He wasn't lewd about it either...just a simple glance, really. Yet she could sense his appreciation, and was secretly glad for it. She admired the way he seemed so comfortable here...he had an open way about him that seemed to invite conversation. Furthermore, she didn't feel strained in their exchange...a far cry from the yuppie males back home she was so used to.
She wasn't surprised to hear he wasn't from a city...there was no way a man from a metro area could pull the rugged appeal he did. His calloused hand had felt good against her skin...not like the overly soft and somewhat feminine feel of the typical city man. "It sounds nice...this town sure is anyway. I always enjoyed my stays." She sipped her mixer again, aware of him angling his body. He was so broad...she could only imagine the degree of muscle that resided under his shirt. Oh lord! Was she that sexually starved that she was already thinking of what the man look like undressed?
"I guess you could say that. My half brother lived here for a while, about ten years ago. I'd spent my summers with him and some of his friends...er, family, I guess." She grinned, faintly reminiscent. "I lived with my father in New York, mostly. Always did prefer it here, though." Who wouldn't? Sure, the city offered some great shopping and excellent cuisine...but it very seriously lacked the beauty that this place seemed to radiate. "What brought you all the way from Montana?" Perhaps that wasn't her business, but she was curious. I
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