Follow yout heart - Chapter 3 - Lilly

Lilly sat in her room on the window seat her sock clad feet against the wall in front of her, a book balanced on her knees, the moon shone brightly on her non-descript mousy brown hair as her chocolate almost black eyes moved quickly across the pages the letters on the pages filtering from her eyes to her mind to create a story and world for her that she could not see every day. She noticed nothing, not the moon rising then starting to fall, not the cars that passed on their way home from the late shift or the crickets outside. So engulfed in the world the author had created. She had been transported back to a time where Knights in shining amour still existed, and they saved maiden’s in distress from wicked stepfathers who wished to marry them off to old men. It was a world she frequented often, the books that lined her shelves where from every era you could think of, with one main theme, romance and heroes.

As the night wore on she un-consciously grabbed her dark blue fleece blanket from the floor and wrapped it slowly around her legs to knock a bit off the chill, as her oversized t-shirt wasn’t long enough to cover her legs. Tucking a stand of hair behind her ear she did not noticed the boy across the street watching her, but then…she never did. He was well aware of her elfin like features delicate and her hazel eyes doe like and oh so innocent of the things of the world. That was what drew him to her, her innocence, for the romance novels she read told her nothing but vague pictures of men and women but even though she was seventeen she had no wish or desire to know.

Her world existed in books, Lilly was more interested in the men and knights in her books to notice any that were in the real world. This also meant that she did not take note when they noticed her, as her mind was almost always stuck in the book she was reading whether or not she actually had the book with her. And when she did take time to look at the men around her none captured her interest because none of them measured up to her fantasy standards of what she wanted in a man.

The silence of the room was broken as she released a soft, sad sigh, the same sigh that could be heard every time she finished a story and closed the book. Leaning her head back and only now taking time to look at a moon that was almost gone, she thought of the story and wished that would happen to her. How she would love to meet a rouge who was really a prince, be a maiden that all the men sought after, but alas she knew that would not be so, at least it seemed so to her. Pushing the blanket down her legs she stood up and raised her arms over her head and stretched arching her back with cat like grace, before she took the book and walked across the room where she slipped the book into it’s slot. She looked at the clock only half surprised to see the red numbers blinking 5’o clock. Yawning she flipped the light off and crept into bed snuggling under the cover bringing her blanket around her to enclose her she let her eyes slip close, unaware that her life was about to change drastically in a way that she would have never imagined.

Follow your heart- Chapter 2 - Brett

Brett sat in the club nursing his fourth shot of vodka; the blinking lights and loud music did not faze him as his eyes traveled over the women as if they were treats to be devoured. The women were likewise looking at him, though their thoughts ran more toward the money he had than the pleasure he could bring them. His look and the way he held himself gave the appearance of money, even though he had barely enough to keep himself fed.

Brett’s honey brown hair was cut in the latest style short and spike to look like a small Mohawk on top, his beard and mustache the same color as his hair, was neatly trimmed and it gave him a devilish look. His whiskey colored eyes focused on the hips of a voluptuous woman and he smiled.

Tipping his head back he finished his drink setting the shot glass down firmly. Standing he brushed imaginary dust off of his dark blue pinstripe sports coat, it outlined his broad shoulders nicely and when he moved his arms the fabric grew taut over his well muscled arms. Brett’s matching dark blue slacks showed off his long lean legs as he moved towards the woman as if stalking her. The clack of his black snakeskin boots could not be heard above the noise of the music and laughter of the fellow patrons.

He circled around her watching calculating what words and moves he could say to make her swoon, for her knew many. The way she dressed told him a lot, her skintight purple slip dress clung to her in all of the right places making her the envy of her friends he bet. Her straw colored hair hung down her back in soft waves swaying and moving as she danced surrounded by men drooling over her.

He admired her backside as he circled again his eyes taking in the low neckline of her dress and the cheap costume jewelry she was wearing. Her brown eyes sparkled with laughter, and were the only remarkable thing about her face. Oh she had a pretty face comely even but not remarkable, it was her body that was remarkable. She was watching him as well, she had noticed him circling, and even as she pretended to ignore him he moved in closer, until suddenly as the music changed to something a bit slower she felt his strong hands on her hips, with a small gasp she looked up into his lustful eyes and a slow seductive smile lifted her lips.

With out a word his hands pulled her hips to meet his, her eyes met his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer to him, moving her hips slowly against his groin. His already semi hard member grew harder and he clenched his teeth, this woman, was good. His hand moved to the small of her back gently massaging her as they moved around the dance floor.

So focused on him, and what she was trying to invoke him she did not notice where he was leading her, before she knew what had happened they were across the room, away from her friends, heading toward an even darker part of the club, made for…trysts.

Her eyes darkened slightly and she tried to pull away and go back to her group, but his hands held her in a steely grip. She dropped her arms and pushed on his chest. “I’m not going there with you mister, I do not know you.” She said indignantly. He laughed and he brought his lips to whisper in her ear as he gripped her wrists and pushed her back “You have teased long enough lady” his voice was hoarse, and he was more than slightly drunk, yet he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. She felt something hit the back of her legs and she fell backwards onto a couch.

The music changed again to something with more of a beat than the last. Looking up at him her eyes held a small amount of fear, as she attempted to get up he pushed her back again, his hands covering her breasts the silky fabric rubbing over her bra less nipples. “Please…” she said over the music, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard as one hand snaked down her side and leg to the hem of her dress, where he started to push it up slowly. At this she struggled against him inadvertently making her legs move against his hard member and he groaned, before moving his lips to suck on her nipple through her dress, her struggles lessened as her nipple pebbled under his attention, not wanting to leave the other out he moved his head over to suck and nibble on her other breast as his hand moved her dress up even more.

“Please…don’t” she said softly as his hand moved up her inner thigh toward her center. He grinned inwardly as his fingers reached her treasure and found no panties biting down on her nipple he was rewarded with a cry, that he knew was of pleasure.

Inserting his finger in he felt her arousal and lifted his head. “Ready for me already lady…” it was not a question, and he removed his finger form her and un buttoned his pants, pushing them and his boxers down releasing his throbbing member, he moved and without another word or warning her thrust roughly into her burying himself deep within her folds, a moan unbidden left her lips and her hands gripped his arms, he thrust into her fast and hard, grunting with exertion he braced himself on the couch with his arms and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her hotly as his hips carried him in and out of her with force. Her breathing was rapid now and she wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him deep inside her.

She moved her hips to his thrusts unable to stop the tide that was starting to overwhelm her. His grunts grew more guttural as he came close to his orgasm. He felt her shaking beneath him and knew she was close as well. His lips moved to her breast and he bit down hard on her nipple causing her to moan loudly, the lights of the club were flashing, the music pounding out their rhythm, he knew he was going to cum and didn’t hold back with a final thrust his balls tightened and he released his load into her with a growl. She felt his hard cock throbbing inside her and she gripped him with her inner muscles as she came, a small scream leaving her as the tide washed over her.

As the music changed once again Ben stood up looking down at the disheveled woman he smiled and blew her a kiss as he pulled up his pants, buttoned and zipped them, before turning and leaving her there her dress around her hips her hair a mess and a lazy grin on her face. It was not long after this nameless woman got up and straightened her dress and headed towards the bathroom to clean herself up. By the time she was done and back in the club looking for him…he was gone.

Follow your heart - Chapter One - Jade

Jade stood in front of her closet she had just got home from her job. She was the secretary to a big-wig politician, and she hated it. She had to always act prim and proper, dress in business suits, and blouses in colors that made her want to gag, and scream at the men who made her wear them.

She let her eyes travel over the items hanging in her closet, her face wrinkled in distaste as she eyed the various hues of blue gray and pastel colored suits, as she reached up and yanked out the pins that were holding her long wavy red tresses up in a prim and proper bun. She shook her head to loose the coil and ran her fingers through her hair making it look more natural and way less severe than the bun.

She quickly took off the dove gray skirt suit she had worn that day feeling as if she couldn’t get out of it soon enough, letting it lay in the floor, discarded in a rumpled pile, she reached her hand into her closet and pulled out a black corset top, then a long black skirt that matched the top. Laying the items on the bed, she reached into the back of the closet and pulled out an old shoe box before shutting the doors. Carrying it over to the bed she sat down on the edge kicking her panty hose out of the way and opened the box.

From the box she pulled a small gun holster, knife holster standing up she strapped each one high on her thighs. She then chose a thin black double edged knife and small black gun from the box and placed them in their respective holsters.

Slipping the long skirt over her head she let it slide down her body until it rested on her hips, the skirt fit well, a long slit rose from the hem stopping just inches from where her weapons were, her weapons were concealed perfectly. Turning back to the bed she picked up the corset top and put it on with little difficulty. Adjusting it so it showed off her chest to her best advantage, like it was created to.

Stepping over to the mirror she picked up her brush and brushed her hair until her it crackled. Picking up a jet black velvet ribbon she tied her hair loosely at the nape of her neck, then picking up an identical ribbon she slipped a small rose charm onto it and tied it around her neck, the black ribbon a sharp contrast against her flaming hair and pale freckled skin. Looking in the mirror her dark violet eyes glittered like amethysts.

Walking over to her dresser she opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of jet black knee highs, sitting down on the bed she pulled them up her legs using hairspray to keep them in place, she then grabbed her calf high leather boots from beside the bed and pulled them on, trying not to fall over doing it.

Standing up she moved to the full length-mirror and turned around slowly making sure her outfit was complete. Seeing that everything was ready she grinned she was dressed to kill…literally.