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       #Post#: 368209--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sway & Cy
       By: Danielle Date: October 30, 2014, 8:20 pm
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       She supposed, as she turned the thought over and over in her
       head as Cytheria spoke, that the woman's belief in fate should
       not come as a surprise. She needed something to believe in,
       something other than herself that ultimately decided how and
       when and why her life would progress and eventually end. It was
       a weak minded sort of thing, in Sway's opinion. She was
       thoroughly immersed in the idea that she made her own decisions,
       and the things that happened because of them, whether good or
       bad, were largely coincidental. Sway also supposed that it made
       a lot of sense to believe in fate, or God, or something of the
       sorts... it would be helpful to believe that there was something
       else to blame for her losses, thank for her successes, or ask
       for help. But, as per usual, the conclusion that she came to was
       that she was, needed to be, in control. And so there was no
       fate, for Sway.
       A soft hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts. As
       her eyes traveled down to those lean fingers, she could find no
       words. She had not been touched in... she couldn't actually
       remember. She'd touched, and maybe on occasion she'd placed
       another person's hand upon her own body, but it had been ages
       since someone had taken it upon themselves to touch her. How
       should she feel? She should enjoy it, surely, as she did love
       the woman who owned the hand. But in all honesty the contact
       made her want to light a cigarette and pour a drink. It was like
       an uncontrollable itch. A searing burn. A ridiculously
       unbearable tickle. Like tiny little spiders, moving over that
       tiny area of her flesh.
       "Surely you see why I must stay here?"
       Sway's eyes moved back up to the woman's, and she realized she'd
       heard little more than the first and last sentences out of her
       mouth. She raised her hand and steadily, coldly, moved the hand
       from her shoulder as she narrowed her eyes at the woman. The
       warning was familiar and clear, even in it's lack of vocal
       presence. You will not touch if you are not asked. Letting the
       other woman's hand fall, Sway turned away and refocused her
       energies out the window. "As I've said, I do not believe in
       fate, and you are not enough to change my opinion. This
       situation is happenstance, Cytheria. Albeit, a very enjoyable
       one, it is simply the result of the choices we have made." She
       was tired of this conversation. Utterly through with it.
       She turned back toward the woman and took a step closer to her.
       "We will discuss your returning to work t a later time."
       Swiftly, quickly, forcefully... she grabbed and she moved and
       suddenly the muscular body of the brunette was pressed firmly
       between Sway's taller, more cushioned body and the cool glass of
       the window. Her hands snaked up the woman's body... grabbing at
       her hips and stomach and gliding over her breasts. Sway pushed
       her lips up against Cytheria's... and it was simply beautiful.
       Nothing as sweet and soft as the kiss of a long awaited reunion
       should have been. Rather, it was fitting to their relationship
       and their personalities. It was hard and hot and heavy in all of
       the right ways. Sway settled her hands up against the woman's
       scalp and gripped onto her long brown locks, pulling back and
       tilting her head up as she kissed even harder. Simply...
       beautiful.
       #Post#: 368231--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sway & Cy
       By: Ziona Date: November 5, 2014, 11:52 am
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       "But I. . ."
       Cytheria started. But just as quickly her word appeared, it was
       stopped cold and abruptly. Her hand was scooped up and dropped
       as if some dirty rag had fallen upon the woman's shoulder. The
       pompous bitch! SHe had always been that way, and perhaps, Cy
       should have expected that from Sway, but maybe she had hoped
       that she changed. Maybe. Just maybe... Cy didn't hope. A small
       smile played across her lips as the familiar glare shot through
       her soul like a laser guided missile; a quick scope shot that
       nailed her right in the heart. The smile, which was very subtle
       soon turned into a small frown as Cytheria instinctively lowered
       her head; she couldn't help it. It was like this woman had some
       type of control over her being. But, perhaps that's what being
       in love means?!
       Cytheria's heart thumped in her chest as she thought about that;
       love. Her true love was right before her and no one could take
       that away from her. Not even Fate or any other entity. As Sway
       turned away from Cytheria to speak more, she played at the hem
       of her shirt once more, mulling over the thoughts that ran
       rampant through her mind. Slowly, Cy started to run her fingers
       over the permanently engraved carving of Sway's name on her
       upper inner thigh with her finger tips and nibbling her bottom
       lip. She tried so desperately to be her own woman; to live life
       without the presence of this person. Even in other
       relationships, people would back away from her when things got
       too deep. It was like she was the plague.
       "I don't know why you.."
       Again, she was forced to stop. Her breath captured by her
       throat, forcing the woman to swallow hard, the lingering air
       that was imprisoned. "Okay..." The word came out dryly and was
       stopped just short of finishing as something unexpected
       happened: Sway had grabbed Cytheria and pulled her closer. Those
       meticulous hands spiraled around her body; roaming, scouring,
       investigating the body of the brunette. Cy gasped and nearly
       collapsed under the rush of emotions and the feeling of the
       strong hands gripping her torso as well as the thick lips
       pressing against her own. The taste was immaculate, the feeling
       was overwhelming and the emotions were overloading her. The
       muscle in her chest beat harder, the heat grew rapidly as Cy's
       body conformed to every one of Sway's wishes. As the hands
       covered her body, Cy would do the same, fingers only digging
       into Sway's shoulder as the hair was pulled roughly. She nearly
       squealed, but that was held at bay by Sway's lips, which caused
       it to only become a subdued moan. She could feel herself
       submitting to this woman again; what power does she have over
       her that makes Cy behave this way?!
       She could feel the warm blood pushing through her veins, the
       breath intermingling with her own, the passion running deeply
       through herself. The taste of alcohol and tobacco was a
       flavorful concoction that added dept to Sway's already perfect
       pallet. The kiss was intense and wet; the sounds of smacking
       lips, heavy breathing, and soft moans created the backdrop for
       this beautiful scene. She KNEW that she would never want this to
       stop again. Ever. They will be eternal and love on even in the
       afterlife....
       #Post#: 368424--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sway & Cy
       By: Danielle Date: November 13, 2014, 4:51 pm
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       This is it, Sway thought to herself. This is the moment. This is
       the end of my life, and this is the beginning of my life. This
       is the moment that I'll never forget, and the moment that I will
       never be able to turn back from. This... is... it.
       Her fingers yanked desperately at Cytheria's blouse, and soon
       enough they were ripping and tearing and smooth buttons were
       hitting the floor with dull little clinks that barely
       registered. What did register in Sway's mind, as the brunette's
       blouse hit the floor and the blonde's vision was flooded with
       the sight of two delicate, silk covered mounds, was the fact
       that she was still being touched. This bitch was still digging
       her nails into Sway's shoulders. She never listens... Sway
       thought to herself as anger flared up into her chest, keeping
       the burning arousal in her lower belly company. What a perfect
       combination.
       Sway let out a low, grumbling noise as she captured Cytheria's
       mouth again, more forcefully this time. And as she did, she
       moved her hands around and gripped the brunette's wrists,
       shoving them roughly up against the glass. It was a lot to take
       in... the soft moans and the supple bodies and the cold window
       and the hot exchange of breath. Almost too much to concentrate
       on any one thing. She dipped her teeth into Cytheria's lower lip
       and pulled as she leaned away, also pulling with her hands on
       the woman's wrists. "Bedroom..." she mumbled through her heavy
       breaths. Practically inaudible, but she hoped Cytheria would get
       the gist and head to her bedroom as Sway began to pull at the
       remaining buttons of her blazer, letting it fall to the ground
       to reveal a deep red, lacy bustier with black strings laced
       tight up the front.
       #Post#: 368545--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sway & Cy
       By: Ziona Date: November 17, 2014, 12:47 pm
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       Control. Sway had this fetish of being control. It turned the
       woman on so much it seemed and Cy was the perfect slave to it.
       She was the woman who allowed herself to be fully immersed in
       Sway's actions; her domination. It was a sign of love; Cy's
       undying love for Sway to allow herself to become the blond's
       puppet; it was to better guide Cy of course, not control her,
       right? It was the deep kisses and the gripping of Cytherea's
       wrists that sealed the deal. Her body gave off so much heat that
       the lower portion caused the cold window to fog up. It's been so
       long since the brunette had felt those strong hands that guided
       her so well. Cytherea could feel herself melting into this
       woman, the passion brewing and growing deeper and harder between
       them. She could feel her neither regions quivering and leaking a
       thin stream down her inner thigh..
       "Mmm..." Was expelled from her captured lips without her consent
       as the passion grew harder, the kisses grew rougher and the grip
       upon her wrist almost hurt the woman's small arms. Sway gave the
       command and Cytherea knew just what to do; knew just how to
       answer.  Nodding without saying another word, Cytherea would
       make her way to her bed room in all of her nude glory and await
       her woman to join her. Cytherea would sit at the edge of the
       bed, legs split slightly to just barely show off her thinly
       shaved womanhood that glistened in the light of the room. Her
       nipples were perky and so hard that they almost hurt; the relief
       of Sway's mouth would extinguish the pain quickly, if that were
       to happen.  She couldn't wait for her to enter as the
       anticipation was killing her.
       #Post#: 368716--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sway & Cy
       By: Danielle Date: November 24, 2014, 11:05 pm
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       She watched the brunette make her way into the ranch’s master
       bedroom. She watched for another moment, seeing only through the
       doorway as she heard the woman settle herself onto… she could
       see the toes playing in the carpet… she must have settled
       herself onto the edge of the bed. A queen sized bed, if Sway
       could be so lucky, with few covers and pillows to be thrown off.
       Sway closed her eyes and stilled her hands on her bustier, and
       imagined for a moment what the woman must look like right now…
       with her taught bottom perched on the edge of the bed as she
       tried to arrange her dainty limbs in the most appealing way
       possible. The tips of that brown hair would fall around her neck
       and taunt the perky tips of the woman’s small breasts. Her skin
       would be pale and delicate in the daylight that surely shone
       into the room… her sex would be slick and pink and probably a
       little swollen by the time Sway finally made her way into the
       room. Anticipation was a bitch. And at that, Sway popped open
       her eyes with a devious grin.
       But still, she took her time as she made her way into the
       bedroom, beginning once again to loosen the thick black strings
       that held her lingerie together. When she finally stepped foot
       over the sacred room’s threshold, Cytheria was on the bed in all
       of her glory, as perfectly poised as Sway had imagined. And yet
       it wasn’t her exposed womanhood or her tight nipples or the
       wanting that shown in her eyes that caught the blonde’s
       attention. Rather, it was a single detail that enthralled her
       now. Captivated her, fascinated her, and simply possessed her…
       mind, body, and soul. Sway’s eyes traced what her fingers could
       not, moving over the woman’s thigh in the shape of four
       painfully familiar letters.
       S. Sway wanted to drop to her knees in front of the brunette. W.
       She wanted to kiss the scars away. Or cry them away, or touch
       them away, or talk them away. She wanted to do any fucking thing
       she could to take them away. A. She wanted to apologize for
       everything she’d ever done and said and thought; wanted to take
       back everything that had led to the sharp letters that sat in
       the woman’s skin. Y. She wanted to kiss the woman, love the
       woman, hold the woman. She wanted never to let her go, giving
       her strength and the promise of safety in every moment that they
       spent wrapped within one another. SWAY.
       Cytheria shifted slightly on the bed, clearly exasperated at the
       time that Sway was taking to approach her. The movement was a
       slap in her visual field, and it brought her attention back to
       the present and Sway made no move to do any of the things that
       her heart and soul were urging her to do. But she shut her heart
       and soul behind the thick steel door that was her rising sex
       drive, and refocused her eyes on Cytheria’s breasts while she
       finished removing the black laces that kept her covered. Palming
       them, she used her other hand to unfold the bustier from around
       her middle, her heavy breasts finally falling free. The brunette
       stayed quiet, and Sway was thankful for the silence in her
       audience as she pushed her white slacks down over her ass, after
       which they quickly slumped to the carpet at her feet. But she
       kept on her Louboutin’s and her high-waisted white panties. She
       had no intention of needing to be naked, and in fact she would
       have kept her breasts covered as well except… if she did say so
       herself… the two masses that settled over her chest were just
       short of majestic. One of her best assets, and always had been.
       Perfectly oversized in proportion to her waist, with firm pink
       nipples that were not too big but not too small, either.
       “In the middle of the bed, Cytheria. Lay down. Arms out. Legs
       spread.” Sway walked calmly over to one side of the bed, giving
       Cytheria a chance to reposition himself. She was curt, as
       always, with her demands. She trusted that the woman would
       remember that she would only give them once. When she was
       satisfied with the way the brunette had laid herself out on the
       bed, which was just the size that Sway had hoped, Sway began to
       thread one of the strings from her bustier around one of the
       brunette’s thin wrists. She attached the other end to the frame
       of the bed and looked over Cy’s body quickly. She walked quietly
       around the bed and repeated the process with the other wrist.
       “Do you wish to say anything to me, Cytheria? This is your last
       chance, and then I shall ask you to remain quiet.” She was a
       tough mistress, this she knew… but the reward was great for she
       who cooperated… and Cytheria was soon to be reminded, lest she
       had forgotten.
       #Post#: 379572--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Sway & Cy
       By: Ziona Date: December 17, 2014, 4:56 pm
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       Cytheria waited in want and need. It was something about that
       woman that captivated her; held her attention and heart in a
       safe and never gave away the combination. No matter how hard she
       tried, how hard she pushed against her feelings, she could never
       get her head out of the feelings that she had for Sway. It even
       surpassed her feelings for Ketsu. That was a hard lot, for when
       Cy loves, she loves very hard. To the point of insanity and
       danger. Some people would call her crazy; a fatal attraction.
       But she considers herself a fighter for love; stopping at no end
       for the ones she loves. Sway was no exception, in fact, she had
       never loved anyone as much as her. She KNEW it was destiny for
       them to meet again.
       The anticipation was killing her. What was taking Sway so long
       to come in the room. Was she getting cold feet? Nah, that's not
       Sway. Sway was strong, fierce, demanding and Cy loved that about
       her. Maybe Sway had changed just as much as Cy did. She was
       being nicer to the brunette upon their current meeting. Finally,
       the blonde entered the room and simply stared at Cy, her
       beautiful powerful eyes just scanning the body of Cy. The new
       curves that formed because she had gotten healthier from leaving
       the drugs that dulled her pain alone. She began to eat more and
       live a more active lifestyle instead of wasting away in the dark
       room hoping and waiting for that one day when her love would
       return to her. That day has finally come and is about to seal
       itself in a wrapping of moans, juices, and sweat.
       She could see Sway's eyes lover to the carving of her name in
       her thigh. It was a constant reminder of who Cy belongs to, or
       belonged as the case may be. She ran her fingers over the words;
       a soft scar now before replacing her hands long the side of the
       bed. That was the largest and most 'beautiful' self inflicted
       scar she has scattered upon her body.
       It was Cy's turn to watch the woman as she slowly,
       painstakingly, teasingly undressed in front of Cy. It was an
       amazing sight and it seemed her figure had changed slightly as
       well. Cytheria could remember it like it was yesterday. All of
       the emotions flooding back as if they never left. She would do
       her best to keep them at bay. Sway was a goddess, a majestic
       creature crafted by the hands of the gods and Cy found herself
       lucky to be able to have Sway hold her heart and soul. Cy's eyes
       wondered over the woman's body, taking in each of her bodacious
       curves and the new sets of murals that covered her form. She
       would love to investigate the new and old ink some time in the
       future; she would have that much time with her, will she?
       Quickly and quietly, Cytheria obeyed the woman's demand and bit
       her lower lip as her extremities were being tied to the bed
       frame. It was kind of tight, but Sway wasn't light handed at
       all. "I love you, Sway..." She said; that thought being the only
       thing on her mind besides Sway's body being against hers.
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