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Female Switch, 34, Broadview, Illinois
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Male Dominant, 32, Burbank, California
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About Intruder
The Master
He walks at night. Large and imposing as his heavy and sure strides carry him
to wherever it is he goes. His boots and pants are black, as is his long supple
coat, which is lined in some dark but shiny-soft fur.
His collar is turned up against the wind but it can't contain the dark curls,
which blow out behind him in the frigid evening winds. His color is high and
his eyes are alive with expectation and hunger for the life force of the night.
Great clouds of frost billow from his open mouth as he exhales and his smile is
almost certainly a snarl cloaked in some enchantment-spell. He has some
deceiving lure.
You watch from behind the wrought-iron gate, peering out from the curtain of
green ivy, shining silver-black in the moonlight. Your fingers are frozen to the
twisted metal in a tight grip. He is beautiful and you cannot turn away although
for him to see you may well mean death.
The shadows engulf him. The vision escapes your eyes. A few tense moments pass,
as time seems to pause. You expect the sky to split.
A hand, large and warm even through the leather, gently rests on the small of
your back. "What is it you are watching for?" He asks. His mouth is so close
that you feel the warmth of his breath through your hair. This reaches to the
skin on your neck. A quiet panic begins to burn in the pit of your belly. You
realize it has been there for a while. He is shielding you from the worst bites
of the frozen winds. You know it is The Master. Mentally you question “how is he
behind you?” You never saw him move from yards away. His hand answers you with
firm conviction.
Moving from your back, around your waist and low on your belly, his reach falls
directly above your burning panic. Each pulse has turned into something both
unrecognizable and undeniable. Under a guiding touch, his presence begins to
expand and slowly spread… to your heart making it beat faster and harder… and
to your feet and hands, warming them. Your arms and legs relax their large
muscles as the waves of warmth reach your face and neck. You are afraid. You
disappear into the rushing and rhythmic pulse of the white-hot firestorm that
threatens to swallow you.
His body is hot against your back. Some dark emotion compels you to yield to his
undeniable eminence. He pulls your body tightly against his. In a rush of
frenetic air you are engulfed in a dark and heavy cloak.
You breathe in the aroma of something ancient and fragrant.
You feel as well as hear his voice rumbling low and musical in a barreled chest…
The sounds are pleasing and rhythmic with some odd cadence. Your body betrays.
You yield to the overpowering command to surrender. Just as you recognize your
own voice making a muffled, panic-sound you fall loosely against him and sink
into the warm darkness.
..........send Me a message for the rest of the story......
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