[Darth-BAW]

Just as well, I need to be turning in soon anyway.  It's been fun, Zantha.


To Be Continued.....?


Good night, lover... :-*

[Darth-BAW]

Oooooh, can't wait.... ;D

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Damn! too late...I started writing this at post #9 on this thread tonight and look how long it took...oh well...here it is anyway.

* Dart slips up silently behind Zantha and grips her firmly by the shoulders. A startled gasp escapes from her lips, as she turns her head slightly to discover the identity of this strange intruder. Zantha purrs in recognition and tilts her head slightly as Dart gently slides her silky, flowing locks to the side to lighly kiss the nape of her neck.

Burying his chin in Zantha's shoulder to kiss her neck, Dart's hands slide under Zantha's arms and glide above her supple breasts, the flesh of his palms briefly grazing her erect nipples. Meeting at Zantha's breastbone, Dart's fingertips lighty trace down the center of her torso, dance past the heat of her nether lips and glide down Zantha's inner things. Dart senses Zantha's pulse quickening as he licks and kisses Zantha's ear lobe. At mid thigh, Dart's palms press firmly into flesh as his fingers curl outward to begin their return trip up the outer contours of Zantha's body, past her hips, over her panting ribs and back to her shoulders.

Gripping Zantha tightly, he fights back the mind numbing urge to sink his fangs into the pulsing vein at his lips. He knows that one taste of the liquid flowing within would forever remove this beautiful creature from this worldly realm. Kissing her neck once more, Dart turns and is gone...there is other prey tonight.*

You two write too fast and too well for me. I don't have enought time to participate at the rate you're going. I'm out of my league here. Have fun.

Dart

*Quiety watching from the shadows, she views a magnificent, entrancing and seductive man not receiving what he so rightly deserves. Perhaps she can entice him to a bite to eat?*

;)

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Main Entry: sub·mis·sive
Pronunciation: s&b-'mis-iv
Function: adjective
: characterized by tendencies to yield to the will or authority of others <the patient had a submissive personality with strong parental attachments> —sub·mis·sive·ness noun

This is not me, my love. [smiley=evil.gif] I'll see you tomorrow.  :-*

:-*

[Darth-BAW]

*Darth-BAW watches from the shadows as his dark princess continues to explore her own glorious form, eagerly awaiting someone to come and pleasure her.*

[Darth-BAW]

*BAW's yellow eyes flash crimson for an instant, the only outward sign of the fire burning within him.  He had so hoped to catch Zantha in the arms of another man...or woman...or both...so that he would be treated to a show of his dark princess plying her craft of seduction.  He knows she senses his pressence, that she is teasing him, beckoning him from the shadows...but still he does not move.  He's enjoying this too much...*

[Darth-BAW]

*BAW's heart races and his breath shallows.  His skin burns and his mind begins to swim, lost in the vision before him.  He can no longer stand...his legs are trembling with the urge to rush forward and take her.  Gathering his composure, he steps from the shadows.  Their eyes lock, and never waver as he walks calmly to the high backed chair by the fire and sits.  His hands grip the arm rests tightly.  He will not give in to his temptations just yet...*

[Darth-BAW]

*A single drop of sweat rolls down BAW's cheek.  The heat from the fire is nothing next to the inferno that rages within the dark princess.  Fighting to steady his hand, BAW removes his cloak and lets it fall to the floor beside him.  Almost absently he leans forward in his chair, as though he were being pulled forward by invisible hands...*