ok then can u write me a character that likes to be spanked and have her hair pulled and her nickname is dirty whore?!
Sin Made Skin
Her theme in life was “Wanna have a little fun?” and she was everything that question entailed. As beautiful as life itself, heavenly arms and kissable lips and sin made skin when she smiled softly and looked at you with eyes that seemed to undress your body as well as your soul.
There was no way to stop the obsession once it started. She was fire in your veins that couldn’t be put out and the slow, steady pulling tide that pulled you under all at the same time. No hour was too long, but sometimes a single moment in her eyes was an eternity and people died there as surely as the hungry begged for more.
“Dirty whore,” He whispered in her ear and her smile grew sharper than a sword’s edge. She focused on him as he held her hips tightly from behind, his lips a breath from her ear. One hand slowly traveled down her hip and rubbed lightly over her cheek, a warming touch, a promise of sting and sweat and spankings that rocked and rolled and sent her body reeling into the ecstasy she craved tonight.
A room full of people, full of distractions that cried for her love and her attention and she moved from one to another, not gracefully but like seduction turned flesh, and though she smiled her sexy smile at the others, her eyes turned back to him from across the room and desire struck low and heavy, breath leaving as if she were under him then and there, whispering his name that seem to scream god and yes and please don’t stop.
It was torture, tantalizing and deliberate, the way she played the room and there wasn’t a person there than didn’t know it. They drank her up like shots, intoxicated by the liquor of her, knowing that while they always wanted more, the bottle belonged to someone else, and she only shared when she wanted.
She came back to him in her dance that was familiar and too fucking hot to believe but she was there and he didn’t care anymore. Looking up through dark lashes she smiled, a crooked smile that spoke of sheets and sliding, sweating bodies, skin bathed in moonlight and candlelight and fingers digging into the muscled expanse of him.
Lowering his head slightly, his hand came up her back, a ghost of touches that set her skin on fire and had her biting her lower lip to keep from moaning his name just yet. Fingers gliding into dark hair and curling around, tugging just hard enough to bring her head up as his lips descended on hers.
Lips parted, and tongues danced, tasting and exploring, everything else forgotten as if this one moment was the first or the last or all their experiences tied into one. Her hands slid under the back of his shirt, nails dragging lightly against this curve of his back, trailing upward, then turning south again with more pressure and need as lips became harder and more intense.
Movement then, and doors were opening and closing, laid out on white linen and riding passion like it was a monster, too intoxicated to not ride and knowing if you tried to get off it’d eat you alive, so they rode without thought or concern, only feeling and instinct as fingers touched and bodies writhed and voices whimpered moaned screamed for more yes please around whispered god fuck touch me.
Passion pulsed and ebbed and flowed between them until they lay half dead to the world and prayed that this moment lasted forever, that these were the moments that slowed like the racing of their hearts as they pounded against one another.
When she finally moved, she smiled back at him, his answering smile was cocky, affectionate, and somehow darkly intense and lips that needed kissing were kissed once more. Hands roamed over too sensitive skin and both moaned into the other’s mouth at the memory. Eyes opened and her smile was everything it had ever promised. “Have a good time?” Her lips practically ate at his as she spoke without ever touching.
His laugh was deep and thick from spent passion and the light in his eye found a way into her heart, into the deepest chambers where such moments were to be kept and treasured. “Fuck you Dirty Whore.”
Her return laughter was almost innocent in it’s glee, a wonder and awe of love lust ecstasy that filled her live and her heart and made her flesh seem to dance on edge. “Any time lover. Any time.”
