What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

 

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Let me tell you it was tough, but I think I got it. And of course- he’s a Marine.

Setting:  George town condo living room with one seriously pissed off Marine and a bemused woman who knew she was about to get all she ever wanted.

Britt had loved Wes forever. The problem was, he still saw her as a little girl, and worse- the father of a Marine who’d fallen while under his command. It was going to take a lot to force him to recognize the burning passion simmering between them. Luckily, Britt has a lot of patience, and being a true Marine brat, she knows just how to lay a siege.

“Britt, who is this guy?” Greg demanded, eyeing the way Wes’ arm snaked around her waist. “Are you okay? Do I need to call for help?”

Oh, for crying out loud? What kind of man needed to call for help to save a woman in danger? Not that Britt was in danger of anything more than a stiff cock all up in her. If anyone was in any danger, it was Greg.

“I am not in any danger.” Britt sounded affronted. Smart woman. “But I can’t say the same thing for you right now. You really should leave. I am so sorry, I will call you later.”

“No, she won’t.” She would be busy in his bed. This needed to be settled, and he was going to settle it.

Sick with the conversation, Wes slammed the door in Greg’s face and then waited. If the man knocked on his damned door, he was going to lose a hand. There was a muttered complaint, and a few seconds later, a car revved and sped off. Looked like Greg caught a clue. Now for Britt.

Wes released his hold on her and looked at her. She had on one of those wrap dresses that tied on the sides—easy on and off. The red satiny material brought out the brown in her eyes, making her skin glow. Her lips were lightly glossed, her perfume light and alluring. She looked and smelled edible, and he was damned hungry.

To her credit, she didn’t look the least bit scared, though she had decided not to blast him for what he had just done. She had every right to. He had been explicit in his denial that there would ever be anything between them. She was well within her rights to date whomever she pleased.

“Take it off.”

The time for doubts was over.

“You said this wasn’t going to happen.” Her voice was low and sultry. A little gasp proved how turned on she was.

“I was wrong. Take it off, Britt.”

Wes ground his teeth as he saw how easily the dress opened. Just a little tug on the tie at her side and it fell completely open, revealing a see-through ivory panty set edged with tiny iridescent beads. She was going out like that?

He moved forward to slide the dress off her shoulders. His mouth watered as she stood there proudly. The only show of nervousness on her part was the way she bit her lower lip. Such lush, kissable lips. His head dipped to place a fleeting kiss against her shoulder.

“You were wearing this for him?” Greg would never in million years do anything in his life to warrant receiving such a reward. This was a warrior’s woman; she needed a man worthy of all that she was.

He doubted he was such a man, but he would spend the rest of his life striving to be.

Britt shrugged. “He was never going to see my underwear.”

How reasonable that sounded. How little it did to calm the current situation.

“Oh, baby, you bet your sweet ass he was never going to see them.” Wes moved behind her, his hand caressing her bare midriff. His lips found her neck before moving upward to her ear. “I have been such a fool, haven’t I?” She shuddered, just a touch. Her body melted back against him. His hips rocked forward, his cock instinctively questing the round soft globes of her behind to nestle between. “Will you forgive me, sweetheart?” His hands cupped her breasts, and their firm spheres filled his hands perfectly. His thumbs rubbed gently over her pointed nipples.

“Yes.” It was more than an answer to his question; they both knew it.

He turned her then, taking her lips in a soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless. His tongue plundered her as he drank in her kiss. It had been so long since he had tasted her sweetness. He had to have more. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch. The bedroom was just too far away. It wasn’t until she was settled into the overstuffed cushions that he came up for air.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands skimming over the contours of his body. “So perfect.”

He opened her thighs slowly, inhaling her husky essence. He was drooling, anticipating her taste. He didn’t even bother to remove those tiny little panties of hers before he buried his face between her thighs. He had to taste her!

His tongue snaked out for one long, slow first lick. Nothing could hold back his moan of appreciation. She was just as sweet as he had spent countless hours imagining she would be. Her flavor burst on his tongue, daring him to tale more—he was never a man to back down from a dare.

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What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

 

It’s time to play Family Feud!!!!!

 

Lessons for Solange

Setting: Family Gathering at the Chevalier Family Country Estate
    Solange and Angelique have issues. Angelique thought it started with her cousin conspiring with her fiancé to steal money from her father; Solange contents their beef goes farther back than that. Way, way back.

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“Why didn’t you call? I was worried sick!” Angel threw out as soon as Therese left the room, closing the door behind her. Knowing her she was probably guarding the door.

    Solange sighed heavily and sat down. Before now she hadn’t been sure how honest she should be with the younger woman. Now she knew. Nothing less than the complete truth would do.

    “I really didn’t know what to say, other than I’m sorry at first,” she answered honestly. “And I was too ashamed to do that.”

    “And your marriage? And children? How could you not tell me, Sollie? Did you think I’d still be mad?”

    “Angel, how close would you say we were?” Solange asked her. “I mean, honestly? I know we hung around together a lot, but were we ever really friends?”

    Angel blinked at her as if she’d never given it a thought. Perhaps she hadn’t. 

    “I – I thought, think, we’re very good friends. At least until you disappeared.”

    “And blackmailing your former fiancé? Encouraging you to marry a man you couldn’t stand? That is all what? Water under the bridge?”

    “Look, Sollie I’m not going to lie and tell you I understand, because I don’t. You betrayal hurt like hell, but you’re family. You may be surly and disagreeable, but you aren’t vicious and you’re a long way from being selfish or greedy. I’ve been waiting for a damn explanation!”

    Angel wasn't as naïve as Solange had originally thought. She’d give her cousin props for that.

    “The reasons really don’t matter. I should have never done it.” She would be honest yes, but she wasn't about to tell Angel everything. “I am truly sorry.”

    “And marrying Thierry’s father? Why did you do that? What happened? How did it happen?”

    Okay, that she wasn't willing to share. And Angel really didn’t have the right to know. She just shrugged, shaking her head.

    “It happened. How did you fall in love with Thierry?”

    “So you love him then?”

    That was too much, even for her. Yeah, she owed Angel an apology, but what the hell did the woman think she was doing with Beau since she knew Solange wasn’t greedy or selfish. Standing she closed herself off, refusing to allow Angel the power to hurt her. Let her cousin think what she wanted. She was going home.

    “I came to say I’m sorry. I hope you can really forgive me one day. I’ll see you around okay?”

    She didn’t wait for a reply. Opening the door she had to smile at Therese, who was staring at whoever had just disappeared back into the large drawing room everyone else was still assembled in.

    “Thank you, Therese. I’ll call you later and you can come by and see the girls.”

    “But of course,” the French-Canadian woman gave a huge genuine smile back. “I cannot wait to see them. Their pictures are so precious!”

    “Sollie, wait.”

    Solange grit her teeth at the hurt that was back in Angel’s voice. Funny, but she didn’t feel the inadequacies she used to feel around her younger cousin. Nor did she feel the least bit jealous. She felt sad they would probably never really be friends, but they were just too different. Too much had happened. And for the first time in her life, she really didn’t feel she had to be her friend. They could be family, good family without it.

    “I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by what I said.” Of course Thierry appeared at the sound of his wife’s voice looking all thunderous.

    Like that was supposed to scare her?

    “Of course you did, Angelique. But it’s fine really.” She wasn't even mad about it. It was what it was. “You don’t really know me that well not to ask.”
 

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Ummmm… A theme…How about this?







Setting: Outside concert at the county fair


Set-up:  Dominic agreed to accompany  his best friend Surria to what had to be the most God-awful public concert any county fair ever boasted. It was bad enough Dominic had to swallow his desire for the woman he had known and loved all his life, but did she have to bounce up and down against his crotch like that? It made him want to…    

“If you don’t stop, I swear I am going to fuck you right here,” Dominic leaned down to whisper in her ear. The problem was that she never took him seriously whenever he warned her of her imminent seduction for teasing him. Like now. Instead of even bothering to turn around to see if he was kidding, she had the audacity to stick her ass out and wiggle it right against his crotch.

Dominic glanced around at the crowd. No one was paying them the lease bit of attention. The god-awful band seemed to be popular, though he couldn’t wrap his head around why. Fine. She wanted to push him beyond the limits of a castrated saint, fine – she was going to get exactly what she’d been aiming for since she let him kiss her behind the school when they were thirteen. Only this time, there would be no running home laughing, leaving him with a hard on he had no idea what to do with.

All around them, people shouted and danced and jumped, encouraging the band. Occasionally, someone bumped into them, but no one really paid attention to anyone else. They were right up front next to the stage on the railing area. Surria would step up on the railing and lean over occasionally. Dominic was certain it was to give him a good view of her luscious ass because she would glance back over her shoulder and grin at him mischievously. Damn the woman! She would be the death of him, if death by boner were possible.

Unable to take another second of her teasing torment, Dominic framed her body with his larger one, gripping the metal bars of the rail on either side of her. She didn't acknowledge him, but continued to bob up and down, yelling at the band and singing along with them just like everyone else. He ground his hips against her butt, nestling the hard ridge of his cock into the crack of her ass through the denim. They fit perfectly. This woman was made for him; he knew it in his bones. He’d known that for years, he’d just been waiting for her to realize it.

He stood there for several moments letting her bounce, stroking his cock with her buttocks. If she knew what he was doing, she didn't let on. At least, not at first. When she arched her back slightly, driving her ass harder against him, he realized she knew exactly what she was doing. That little minx! Just who was seducing whom here? She may have teased him verbally, may have ground against him a time or two, but she’d never gone this far in the twenty five years he’s known her.

Carefully, glancing around them quickly to make sure they were still unnoticed, Dominic let his palm slide slowly up the silky expanse of skin on her thigh up to the hem of that ridiculously short skirt. He caressed every inch he could, letting his finger graze just underneath the denim. When he made his way to her inner thigh and higher, reaching his fingers as far upward as he could without just yanking the thing up over her hips like he wanted to, he found nothing but bare flesh. The little vixen had "forgotten" her panties. Except when she glanced coyly over her shoulder at him, he knew she'd done it on purpose. It made his dick jump just thinking about it. How many other times had she done this without his knowledge, waiting for him to make a move? As soon as he got her home, and she would be coming home with him, he was going to spank that ass for years of misery when they could have been happily discovering each other in a whole new way.

Damn it! A man could only take so much, especially when he'd fantasized about the woman in question every day since he was thirteen. If she expected him to be all valiant and not touch her, she was in for a sad surprise. There was no way that was happening. Not this time. Surria was about to get every ounce of the passion he had swallowed, trying to hide while she’d placed him in the friend zone. He wouldn’t let her out of his bed for a week – maybe longer

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