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                                  Casual/labrys
                                     Warren T.
                                 Labrys......., The
                A beautiful red head, looking prim and proper, sat at the table next
                to me in the pub, with her long legs crossed and her serious looking
               face planted in a book.  I had just walked into the Coffee House when
                 I noticed her and she looked up from her book and gave me one long
               appraising look.  Her eyes walked up one side of my body and down the
                 other, stopping in significant places and continuing on with some
                 slight hesitation.  Then her eyes closed, she shook her head, and
                returned to her book.  I had seen part of her look and decided that
                                       I'd introduce myself.
                I walked over and asked her if she minded if I shared her table.  It
                 was early and there were several tables available, but I wanted to
                 chance it anyways.  She said it was fine and then went back to her
                                               book.
                The waiter came over and I ordered just a cup of coffee as I wasn't
                in the mood for much more than coffee and her.  The waiter winked at
                me, smiling.  I was a regular here, and he rushed off, swishing this
               way and that, to get me my favorite house brand.  The lady appeared to
                                not have noticed he was even there.
                     I was used to this sort of thing... lots of young, career,
               professional, yuppie females come into this place, looking to meet Mr.
                Right, or looking to impress this boss or that.  They liked to drink
                their coffee, sit at their tables and look good, and more often than
               not I'd end up taking them home and using them like they wanted to be
                 used, then sending them on their way.  Tonight seemed like it'd be
                nothing out of the ordinary.  I could get through her book and touch
                        that animalistic part of her that brought her here.
                The waiter brought me my coffee and swished away, trailing his hand
                 across my shoulder as he past me by.  I smiled and shook my head,
                 looking around surreptitiously.  I caught her glancing my way and
                                   smirked.  She could be had...
                I looked at the book she was so enthralled by and read the title.  I
               was slightly surprised and pleased to see that she was reading one of
                        my favorites, a new book called "The Living One".  
                                "You read much horror?" I asked her.
                   She looked up at me, slightly confused, and said "Beg pardon?"
                                      "You read much horror?"
                "Oh!  This.  Yes... I pick up a book now and then.  I like coming in
                 here and finding some dark corner and curl up with a good suspense
               story.  What about you?  I take it you've read this?"  She held up her
                        book so that I could get a better view of the spine.
               "It's one of my favorites... in fact I have an autographed copy in my
                  library.  Maybe you'd like to see it sometime."  I hinted with a
                             slight smile, just barely parting my lips.
                  "Maybe.... but you'll have to do better than that."  She laughed
                    lightly, shaking her head and tossing her hair to the side.
               With her hair out of the way I could see her ear, smooth and clean and
                 milky white.  And pinned neatly in the lobe was a gold and silver
                labrys, with a diamond at the head of the axe-handle that caught the
               light and sparkled.  Then her hair fell back into place and the sight
                       of her ear was taken from me until some later time....
                I continued to look at her, roaming my eyes across her face, seeing
                each line in her forehead, each little smile-crease around her eyes,
                 and each pore of her cheeks.  Her skin was white and powdery.  Her
                 cheekbones were high and well pronounced.  Her eyelashes were just
                            long enough to twitch when she smiled at me.
                Her eyes.... one was a deep green and one was brown, and in both the
               pupils had "broken" making trails down through the color and into the
                          white.  She looked like a cat, with those eyes.
               She had sat there the entire time I was staring at her, with a slight
               smile on her face, and her tongue just barely flickering in and out of
               her teeth.  When she saw that I was done she locked gazes with me and
                                 asked me, "You like what you saw?"
                                I just barely breathed "very much."
                                 "Good."  She returned to her book.
                 I thought my chances were nill at this point so I moved to get up,
                  before I had even half-risen her arm shot out and grabbed mine.
                "Sit," she said.  Her eyes never left the page that she was reading.
               I sat back down and looked at her.  Now it was my turn to be puzzled.
               What did she want?  Who did she think she was?  Who did she think *I*
                                                was?
                So we just sat there for a little while, the waiter coming back now
                and then to ask me if everything was okay, to wink at me, to get me
                         more coffee, and to swish in my general direction.
                  People came and went, talking, flirting, picking each other up,
               looking each other over, and still we just sat there, not a word said.
               But every time I tried to get up she'd pull me back and I'd hear that
                 one word again.  "Sit."  Then I heard a sharp snap as the book was
                closed and placed on the table.  She folder her hands on top of the
                             book and looked at me.  "Ready?" she said.
                                 "For what?"  Where was this going?
               "You're going to take me out dancing..."  Her eyes dared me to say no.
                                          "Then let's go."
               She put the book in her purse and stood up, her dress falling down the
                length of her body, looking like it was made just for her.  Then she
                          grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door.
               We went out to a local dance place that she said would interest me.  I
               paid the cover for both of us.  I bought the drinks.  There was even a
                young man walking around selling roses, so I bought one of those.  I
               gave it to my lady friend.  She smiled, held it to her nose, and then
                placed it sideways in her mouth, standing up as she did so.  I could
                see a very slight drop of blood where a thorn had cut into her lip,
                                   but she didn't seem to notice.
               There was no one on the dance floor as she pulled me up to it and out
                 to the middle, but that didn't appear to concern her.  The drop of
                blood on her lip grew to a small bubble and then rolled lazily down
                  her chin, leaving behind a red trail.  She moved in and started
                 dancing up against my body, sliding in out away, up and down.  Her
               hands where on my shoulders caressing my ears and the back of my neck.
                So I started moving with her, stepping in and back in synchronicity
                 with her, swaying my hips side to side.  Another drop of blood was
                welling up on her lip and as we danced it broke and rolled down her
                 chin.  I reached out with my right hand and caught the drop on my
               fingertip, bringing it to my lips to taste.  Her eyes sparkled and her
                               eyebrows twitched up ever so slightly.
               The music had taken us and we moved together and the sound flowed and
                  we danced.  Her hands moved down off of my shoulders and down my
               chest, rubbing around my nipples which were taut under my shirt.  Then
                she grabbed my tie and began undoing it.  Deftly she untied its knot
                             and slid it off my neck and over my head. 
                 She held my tie in her hands for a minute, just moving and flowing
                  with the song, then slid it around my wrists.  Before I totally
                understood what she was doing my hands were thoroughly tied together
               and she held the ends in her fists.  She smiled around the rose and a
               drop of blood rolled down her chin.  With one hand she lifted my tied
               hands into the air and with the other she pushed me down to my knees.
                 Then she danced around me, jerking my hands so that I had to keep
               facing her.  Rubbing her hips behind against my back and then twirling
               around, still keeping my hands in the air, and rubbing her groin into
               the back of my head and sliding around to my face.  She was turning me
                on something fierce, but she kept me on my knees, with my hands tied
               together and held above my head.  Then she leaned over and kissed me,
               transferring the rose to my teeth.

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  I tasted her blood on the stem and
                  in her kiss, and felt the pinch of the thorn as it poked into my
                                              tongue.
               She raised me off of my knees and led me off the floor, slowly untying
               my hands as we walked back to our table.  When we got there she picked
                up her purse, beckoned for me to follow her, and walked towards the
                                               exit.
               We left that club and got into my car.  She told me to take her to my
                place.  She wanted to see my autographed copy of "The Living One" it
                                             seemed.  
                When we got to my place we stepped inside and she went right through
               the apartment as if she'd been there before, heading straight towards
               the bedroom.  I put our jackets in the hall closet, neatened myself up
               in the mirror, and headed back that way myself.  When I got back there
               she was waiting for me, her shoes set to the side of the door, rubbing
               her hands through her hair, spreading it out and letting it fall back
               to her shoulders.  I slid out of my shoes.  Her ears showed through so
               I reached out a hand to rub along the outer edge.  She purred slightly
               at my touch, then moved her hand along my arm, across my shoulder and
                to the buttons of my shirt, her other hand joining the first one in
               perfect timing to meet at the top button.  It came undone easily, then
                she slid down to the second one.  It slid free.  Then, with shirt to
                hold onto she ripped outwards, spraying the remaining buttons around
                  the room and uncovering my chest in one hard motion.  I stopped
                                stroking her ear, and looked at her.
                Her hands continued moving, sliding the open shirt back and over my
               shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides.  The shirt fell away from
               her and slid down my arms, getting caught on the cuffs.  My hands were
                 effectively tied behind my back.  She moved in for a kiss, locking
               lips with me and forcing her tongue into my mouth.  There was still a
               slight taste of blood in her mouth and, oh god, did it turn me on.  I
               started ripping at my shirt, trying to get it off, but her hands came
                                  up to my arms and stilled them.
                "But..." I started to say, but her finger came up to my lips and she
               shook her head, looking me right in the eyes, as if to say "No words."
                 She walked me around the side of the bed and layed me down on it,
                 freeing my hands in the process.  I could see that she hadn't just
                 been standing there while I was putting away the jackets, as there
                were two of my cotton ties lying on the nightstand next to me.  She
               grabbed one and slid it along my arm, coming to a halt at my wrist and
                then wrapping it around.  She lifted that hand to the headboard and
               secured it in place.  She grabbed the other tie and walked around the
                 bed.  I watched her every move, awaiting the moment her skin would
                                         touch mine again.
               This time she trailed the tie across my chest, teasing my nipples with
               the roughness of the cotton as it slid across.  Then she tied my other
                 hand to the headboard and stepped away, looking at me.  There was
                nothing I could do but look back.  She smiled and slid onto the bed,
               sitting on it sideways so as to keep her legs off the bed, bent at the
                 knee, and her back to me.   Her hands swirled around and around my
                nipples and across my chest and down to my belly button.  There her
                                        lips met her hands.
                She kissed downwards until her lips touched the hem of my pants, and
                 she grabbed it with her teeth and pulled, popping the button open.
                 She slid her tongue down to the zipper and bit that, pulling down.
                Her hands had never moved from where they had stopped when her lips
               met them.  When the zipper was down her hands moved down to grab hold
                of my pants and pull downwards, freeing them from my legs.  Then she
                           stood up and stepped away, looking at my body.
                There's nothing more erotic than to be tied to a bed, while a fully
                  dressed woman does whatever it is that she wants to you.  I was
                  completely enthralled.   And I loved every single second of it.
                 Once she had looked enough, teasing me by just standing there, she
                 came back to the bed, only this time she slid all the way onto it,
               sliding her feet underneath my knees, straddling my waist.  Her dress
               hiked up to conform to her position and rubbed against my erect penis
               sending shivers coursing through my body.  I looked up at her and saw
                   the light through her hair, making it look as if her head was
                surrounded by a long, luxuriant, liquid fire which draped down to my
                 chest, burning me with each touch.  My skin tingled everywhere her
               hair touched.  So she just dangled it for a little while, allowing it
                to trail around my chest, leaning back occassionally to rub it along
                 my legs and feet.  Her hips ground against mine ever so slightly.
                   Then she leaned forward and kissed my right nipple, her tongue
                slipping out and wetting my skin, flicking back and forth.  Her lips
               slid across my chest to my left nipple which she bit down on, bringing
               blood instantly.  I thought I would scream, but she eased up and moved
               back to my right, kissing ever so gently.  She kissed her way back to
               my left, an inch at a time, then bit down again, bringing sharp pain.
                  She went back and forth between my nipples like this for awhile,
               alternating between pain and pleasure, sometimes biting the right, and
                sometimes biting the left.  I never knew which one she was going to
               hurt, so I looked forward to feeling the light kisses, and was pleased
               when instead she bit down.  The pain became something more erotic and
                   dark with each bite.  And still her hips ground against mine.
                She moved up to my neck biting slightly, and kissing alot.  Then she
                 ran her tongue up to my ear and around the rim, then inside to the
                center swirl by swirl, taking her time, until her tongue was probing
               the hole.  Her lips slid around my whole ear and her teeth sank slowly
                into the dangling lobe, pulling on it while biting down harder.  The
                               swaying of her hips increased in pace.
                Then she moved her mouth away from my ear and up along my temple and
               across my forehead, kissing me ever so lightly.  Her tongue ran across
                 my eyebrows.  Then she lightly ran it across my eyelids, one at a
                time, very gently so that I could barely feel it.  It was fire.  The
                motion of her hips increased and the cotton of her dress was rubbing
                                     against my cock urgently.
               She arched her back up as she rocked her hips, and her thighs squeezed
               mine, and her hands ran through her hair spreading it out and letting
                   it drop back a strand at a time.  She was in complete control.
               And just when I thought that I could take no more she stopped her hips
                and slid her body down my legs until her face was in my crotch.  She
                blew one short quick burst of cold wind along the length of my penis
                and that was all I could take.  My legs tensed up, my arms tightened
                  and the ties strained against the headboard, my stomach muscles
                  contracted, my eyes squeezed shut and I came, erupting along the
                   length of my body, just reaching my chin with the first shot.
                She slid her body slowly upwards along mine, her tongue gathering in
               my cum as she moved closer to my face.  Finally her tongue flicked my
                    chin, grabbing the last drop, and she leaned in to kiss me,
               transferring some of my own cum back to me.  I kissed her and took it
                  all, tasting some of the blood from my nipples mixed in with the
                                        bittersweet juice.  
               She undid my hands and picked up her shoes, heading towards the door.
                I scrambled to pull on my pants before she got out, but when I left
               the bedroom the front door was already hanging open.  I ran to it and
                looked along the street but she was nowhere in sight.  I stepped off
               of my porch and went to my car, looking as far down the street to the
                                    right and left as I could.  
                "Owww! Fuck!"  I had stepped on something in my barefeet and it had
                  punctured my skin.  I lifted my foot to pull it out and sticking
                there, right in the arch, was the labrys earring that I had seen in
                             her ear.  But she was nowhere to be seen.
                                             	Warren T.
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