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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.
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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.
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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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