It was a Sunday morning at Los Bagels off I Street where two people met up by a wall of glass. They, a man and a woman, sat across a table, for the first glance of each other, among a big morning crowd. This seemed to be a wordless stand-off, at least through the eyes of some spectators who were missing all the messages of flirts, challenges, and lusts exchanged.
Some other have noticed the deep passion between the two, but were either too close-minded or care-free to acknowledge it.
The longer they sat across the table from one another, the stronger their lustful aura grows. The place is becoming more crowded as the morning turning late. More people, unintentionally, stepped over their shared territory. Sensing the invincible and passionate bonding between the two, the intruders escaped frightened as if demons had visited them. The two could care less as long as their exchange in thoughts were not interrupted. After awhile they have turned the speechless moment to a vicious stared down.
Between them, the doubts became clear and the only thing left to do was to make the move.
Eventually, he got up to a disposal and then, upon his return, pulled the chair to her side. He sat close by her without leaving much breathing room, and swiftly moved his lips near her ear - covered by shining dark hair, and whispered, 'As you have wished, I am gonna tie you up, spread your legs wide and tie them up, too. You will be blindfolded, and every touch I make to you will send a frightening shock wave into your mind. You are to be incited by surprises that are to come, and my fingers, my lips, my tongues will send you to a state that you will beg for more. Then as your wetness begins its calling, I will stab into you as your legs were spread wide'. She listened to his degrading words in whisper, and in the end she smiled.
She was not a woman to be taunted, nor was she afraid of challenges. She was no innocent girl as her appearance. Just as he wasn't the well-spoken gentleman who he appeared to be.
Instance past since the initiation, and her smile had faded into a grin. She approached her pink-color lips next to his ear and whispered, "I would like to see you try, and prove to me that you aren't just all talk. Just so you know, I am a brawler and may be the biggest challenge you have yet to face". He glimpsed her face from the corner of his eyes as she continued with her reversal, "I am not that easily pleased, Monsieur. If you fail to back up your words, then I will tie you up and ride your cock for three hours straight. Just so you know, you may not be able to fuck again after that". Slowly, she laid herself back onto the chair, but her words, her blows, and her perfume lingered to his side.
He got up from his chair and took her hand. They walked subtly away from the crowd into their own realm... for an ultimate showdown.
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