Even when conjuring up and writing about my most mentally disturbed characters, they pale in comparison to these men. Be afraid, be so very afraid, sh...ades of Dexter, as if I’m Edgar Allan Poe reincarnated, I await to hear a rap, rap, rap on my chamber door. ‘Perhaps, I should stop writing erotica. Let me think about that for a second. Nah! If they can’t take a joke, fuck ’em.’ Has nothing changed in 300 hundred years? Can you imagine a man threatening me, a poor, defenseless, albeit beautiful,. " He said huskily. I put my arms around him for a momentpushing my face against his chest breathing in his scent and felt hishardness against me. I smiled as I knew it was for me! I let him helppull my top off and gasped again as his fingers rubbed over my nipples."Oh gawd, that feels so good!" I wanted to just melt when he touchedthem, when he touched me. I felt his hands at my shorts but I battedthem away and unbuttoned them myself. Quickly pushing them down, I wasclad only in my panties. . That this might finally be our chance. He pulls me through the door, letting it shut behind us. We embrace and kiss, our tongues exploring, plunging, tasting. There isn’t much time. I can feel his hardness pressed against me. I reach out to touch it, to feel it through the rough denim of his jeans. I’ve waited for this chance and he doesn’t disappoint. He’s so hard. So much more than I expected. I’m hungry for more.Taking my cue, he uses his strong fingers to tease me through my clothes,. “What are you doing?” she screamed at him. As calm as one could be, Alex said, “Don’t move.” He placed the scissors underneath her shirt and slowly began cutting away at the fabric. She was to frightened of getting cut to try and shake away from him, all she could do was lay there. Meeka’s body trembled as the scissors got closer and closer to her face and her new crop top peeled off her body as it was snipped away. Finally making the final cut, Meeka pressed her lips together and looked away.