Monday, July 12, 2010

Resistance

I love playing the innocent.

Little girl with flowers in her hair. Demure uniforms. Thigh high stockings. Proper. Perfectly made-up. Have to get your fingers under her blouse to feel how hard her nipples are, under her skirt to touch that perfectly bare pussy. Is she wet? Is she ready?

I love the idea of corrupting that purity.

Coercion, seduction. Take advantage of her hesitations. Eyes cast down and hands clasped before her. Such a good girl. He reaches out, she shies away with a soft intake of breath. He tries again, seeking the little buttons between her breasts. Her fingers instantly encircle his wrists as if to stop him, but they exert no effort. She just lays them there as she studies his face with an expression of surrender and.. Is it fear? No. Nervousness. Her breathing accelerates. She's almost hyperventilating. Lips slightly parted, quivering.

He makes quick work of her buttons. Once done, he shakes her hands off. They fall to her sides.

"Stay still," he says. She obeys.

Slowly, he slips his fingers into the opening, both hands acting in perfect unison. His nails brush her collarbone, her neck, up to the lobes of her ears and down her nape, savoring the soft skin on her shoulders, tracing the bones there, making her shiver as he gently pushes the shirt down, down, down her arms. Her breaths are becoming more shallow. She's shivering as she continues to watch him grin at the sight of her breasts, or mayhap of the black lace with which she had chosen to clothe them tonight.

The shirt dangles from her wrists. She makes no move to recover it or shake it off. She just stands there, the perfect vision of a deer caught in the headlights of a collision-in-the-making, unable to shake from the spell of her captor.

Like a child dipping his finger into the icing, he brings one hand to her chest, touching his index finger against one perfect breast. Slowly, he traces the curve, then unceremoniously slips it under her bra, finding her nipple as if out of instinct. Hard.

She gasps. He withdraws, chuckling. She still had not moved, so with the same finger, he caresses her over the luxurious lace of her undergarment. He finds her nipple as before and flicks it up and down, then in small circles. She hardens even more, but manages to cut a moan short before it came out.

[tbc]