I finished a story yesterday that i started on here a very long time ago. It really got me in the mood to write (i already write, but not this kind of material usually ) This time, i'm aiming for a different angle.


Bella could feel herself being watched. Her heart pounded, every nerve ending in her body raised the alarm of panic. She tried to calm down, but soon the lights of the club began to make her dizzy, the music pounding against her head painfully. She cringed and made a mad dash for the bathroom. Here, she slammed the door quickly and slid down with her back against it. Taking deep breaths, so urged herself to calm down. It had been months since she was able to go out with her friends without the panic attacks and constant hysteria. That damn man, nearly a year ago already; stalking her, threatening her. She had never been more afraid in her life, and she couldn't seem to forget it. Apparently she had taken it one step too far, she wasn't ready to be somewhere as crazy as this. Feeling cowardly, she raised herself up off of the floor and saw herself in the mirror. Her dark black hair was disheveled, she had broken out into a sweat, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Quickly wiping her face and touching up her make up, she told herself she would be fine. She'd just find Kelly, and they'd have to leave. Simple as that.

Kelly wasn't having it. Bella found her tiny frame dancing wildly against a young stud, his shirt pulled up to his neck, she was pressing her back end against him and rolling her tiny ass against his groin. "Kelly!" Bella shouted over the loud music as her friend continued to ignore her and gave her a dirty look. "C'mon, Bell!" Kelly replied, and rolled her eyes to the handsome man, her face saying "Please, don't ruin this for me!" Bella ran her eyes across her friends lithe body, small and petite, she was every mans dream. Blond hair, blue eyes, and plump red lips stared at her in bemused frustration. Bella quickly shifted her gaze to the guy, and she instantly found herself envisioning them together, making love. Kelly was right, she couldn't ruin it for her. "Well, i'll see myself out then." Bella smiled sadly, apologizing without words. "You'll be okay Bell!" she heard her best friend shout across the floor. She quickly turned away, feeling nearly naked as people watched her go. Her breasts, young and full, pressed against the thin fabric of her silk top, and she felt her nipples harden against her will as the eyes followed her across the dance floor. She whirled around, again feeling as if somebody was watching her. The people around her were all laughing, drinking, having a great time. She was a pretty girl, of course people would look at her. But who was staring at her? She could feel it.

Once she got to the door, Bella burst through it. She was short of breath, but as soon as she got out of the crowd she felt immensely better. She could see her breath in the air as she reached down to grab the keys out of her purse. The sweat beading down the valley between her breasts began to chill her, and she felt herself shiver violently. She kept walking, her high heels making a loud clicking noise against the pavement. It was extremely dark, the few lights in the vast parking lot creating large shadows where anything could lurk. She felt the tiny hairs on her arm begin stiffen in fear when she heard the sounds of the crowd in the club grow louder as the door was opened again. She didn't turn around. Footsteps, two pairs of them. She cringed, telling herself it was nothing. It was nearly two A.M., the place would be clearing out soon. She hit the lock button on her keychain, knowing her car was already locked. Sure enough, the car beeped once and flashed its lights at her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was only about 10 feet away. Hearing a gruff grunt of laughter a few feet behind her, she stopped dead in her tracks. She felt things begin to swim before her eyes, she knew she was too drunk to be driving, what was she thinking?? If she could just get to the car, she could call a cab in safety. She cried out as cold fingers grabbed her wrist, and she frantically tried to pull away. "HEY!" A mans voice shouted, and she felt herself falling. She really was falling, everything was turning black. "HEY!" The voice said again, but it sounded far away.

With a groan, Bella passed out, but she was caught into the embrace of strong arms, just before her head struck the pavement.

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"She simply drank too much, so i just brought her here!" Damien shouted to his room mate.

"She's going to wake up and freak out." The other man shouted, angry at his friends stupidity.

"What else was i supposed to do!?" Damien argued.

Kyle, his roomie, sighed in exasperation. "You just want to admire her while she's none the wiser!" He teased.

Damien felt himself blush. "She is something else." He said quietly, not the least embarrassed. "But, she doesn't know i exist."

Kyle laughed gruffly "Well, i don't know how to break this to you, buddy. But.. she's going to know you exist, and she's going to hate you... when she wakes up on your couch!" He laughed to himself as he left the room, and Damien felt like throwing his half empty beer bottle at the door as it closed.

"Bastard." He said under his breath, turning to face the woman laying at a weird angle on their musty old couch.

He smiled to himself, reaching over to move her arm so it wasn't twisted beside her face. She flinched, and her eyes began to open. He dropped her hand quickly and pulled back. She moved her leg slightly, shifting her weight. He was hit instantly with a pang of arousal. Her long dark hair had nearly come completely undone and lay twirling around her shoulders. Her legs were crossed seductively, and her breasts were nearly bursting out of the top of her blouse. He wished she would move some more so they were not straining against the flimsy garment. He sighed, reaching over to pull a light blanket from the other chair. He gently tucked it around her, being careful not to wake her, and extra careful not to even slightly brush her skin. He knew he'd catch fire if he did. It was such a shame, he missed being able to see her at work everyday. She had loved her work, even if it was just Bartending. It was too bad, she was one of the hottest bartenders he had ever seen. He had never asked her out, but on many occasions he had made it known he was interested. She just never seemed to care. He was just the loser who mopped the floors and changed the lightbulbs, she probably didn't even know his name.

He sighed deeply, made sure she was completely covered, and settled down in the chair to finish his beer.

To be continued

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cool, great so far, please continue it though, you write really well x

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mm i'm so horny!!

I can't wait to read the rest! (And not just because the character's name is Bella )

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Scratch most feminists and underneath there is a woman who longs to be a sex object, the difference is that is not all she longs to be - Betty Rollin

very nice amber

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nice

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I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldnt want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I know you want whats on my mind
I know you like whats on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come

Bella stretched like a young kitten, too tired to even open her eyes. She felt sick. She rolled over, her brain fuzzy, she felt unconnected from her mind. She tried to drift once more into that deep, painless sleep. But she couldn't. She sat up, suddenly realizing something wasn't right. It was really really dark. She always had her night light on. Suddenly, it hit her. She didn't remember anything past leaving the club. She strained her mind for answers as her heart began to thud wildly. She swallowed against the bile rising to her throat. Feeling silly, she shook her head against the confusion marring her thoughts. She remembered the cold, and a voice. A mans voice. Panic flooded her. Just then, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes were adjusting just enough so she could make out a large, dark shape a few feet away. She gasped, suddenly more frightened than ever before. Had he come back for her? She started to feel tears welling in her eyes. He must have come back, to finish what he started. He must have taken her, where? Where was she? "Bella?" A whisper in the dark called out softly, almost inaudible. She screamed, shrill and uncertain. It startled her, but this was not the voice of a madman.

"Who.. where?" She stammered, fear still gripping her in its clutches. "I'm Damien. I saw you at the club. I followed you out, you looked bad, like something was wrong." Bella closed her eyes, still not understanding. "What..." She cried, feeling tears flowing down her cheeks. She heard movement. She tensed instantly. The dark shaped moved towards her, and she felt the other end of the couch give under its weight as he sat down. "I used to work with you. At The Lantern." Bella sighed in relief. "Damien, oh... " She said quietly, still uneasy. "Theres nothing to be afraid of, what sent you into a panic back there?" He asked her. She shook her head, not caring that he couldn't see her do it. "No, call me a cab, please?" She asked. He stood up as if backing away from a frightened animal to gain trust. "Listen, i'm not going to hurt you. Its like 4am. You're still drunk. Lay down, get some rest." He spoke so softly, she felt herself relax almost instantly. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked, pulling the blanket more tightly around her. "I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know who you were with. You were out pretty cold, too."

"Oh" She replied, feeling embarrassed. She was wearing a skirt, apparently he had to have carried her, what had he seen? "I am sorry, i don't know what got into me. I never drink that much."

"Its okay, i've done it a time or two." He said with a laugh.

She found herself giggling, and it surprised her. He sat down again. "Are you still at The Lantern?" She asked.

"No, i'm done with school now. Got a real job."

"Thats good. Say... do you have some water?" She asked shyly.

He replied that he did, and immediately went to fetch it for her. When he returned, he surprised her by sitting down beside her on the tiny amount of space left by her body.

"Bella, i know this isn't the time or place, but... why did you always ignore me?"

His voice was so soft, so sad, so... desperate. She found herself unable to reply, his fingers had found her arm and he was trailing them lightly up and down it, sending delicious chills down her body. It had been so long. "I didn't ignore you. I'm married." She replied, sipping her water.

"You're married?" He said on a snort, and she felt him shift roughly in his spot, separating their bodies.

"Well, yeah. Its no good though. He finds other amusements, i just stay out of his way." She sounded desperate, even to herself, and it made her mad at herself. Why did she want him to touch her again? Was she really that drunk still?

He didn't say anything, and she couldn't believe it when she felt herself reach out to him, taking his hand and pulling him closer. "My husband hasn't touched me in 4 years." She whispered, right into his ear. She felt like a totally different person.

"Why!?" Damien croaked, pushing her hair back on her forehead. His touch felt like fire.

She didn't answer him. She knew nothing about him, but for some reason she wanted him to touch her, hold her, show her some sign of affection. She needed it so badly.

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Damien nearly cursed to himself. She was not in her right mind, she was practically throwing herself at him. Probably making up a story to top the cake. He felt her breath on his ear again as she spoke, and he had to close his eyes and will his desire not to show.

"I am nothing but a "safegaurd" for my husband when he wants to dumb his girlfriends. He tells them he wants to work it out with me." She was leaning into him even harder now, her left breast pushed firmly against his shoulder.

Gently, he reached out to plant a tender kiss on her shoulder. He felt his manhood spring to life at the simple caress, and wanted to lay her down right there and cherish her body. Instead, he stood up.

"Bella, you're a beautiful woman. I have admired you for too long to ruin it now. Go to sleep, i'll see you in the morning." He said it with all the conviction he could muster.

"Damien... Please, come back here and talk to me. Hold me." She said in a strangled voice. He could barely make her out in the darkness, but could tell she was reaching out for him with her hand. He took it and leaned in beside her, his knees on the floor. He thrust his fingers into her hair and pulled her face to him. "You don't want to do something you'll regret later when you're not using the best judgment" He spat out, almost angrily. Resisting was proving difficult. "But... I..." He cut her off, touching his lips to hers. It was like magic, the heat of it amazing. Her lips were supple, soft, but yet firm. She kissed him back with vigor, slipping her tongue delicately into his mouth. He returned the kiss, deepening it slowly. When she moaned and arched her back towards him, he pulled away gently. He kissed her nose. Her forehead. And each shoulder. Then he reached down to pull the blanket back up over her breasts, which he was thankful he couldn't see. He softly kissed her lips once more, quickly and gently. Then he stood up, and leaving her speechless, walked out of the room.


To be continued.. again

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OMG, amber that is really good cant wait for more

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bludy briliant , keep it up

awesome

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I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I gonna get close to you
You wouldnt want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I know you want whats on my mind
I know you like whats on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come

Very touching. You are writing an excellent story and building the desire in them as well as the reader.

Wow you are a fantastic writer.
great story.

need......more......

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very hot story! very nice can't wait to hear more!

Awsome dont leave us hanging

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WOW. I WANNA BE BELLA. LOL.


Keep going!

yeah definitely need to finish this one!

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Bella quietly slipped out of the apartment the next morning as the sun was just starting to peak through the little window in Damien's living room. She was embarrassed, her head throbbing like mad. She couldn't believe the turn of events, and that she had so wantonly tried to give herself over the night before. She wanted to forget it had happened, because being touched as he had touched her had yet to leave her mind.

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Damien couldn't believe his luck. He cursed loudly when he came out of his bedroom to see the blanket Bella had used folded pristinely and placed on the edge of the chair. She had even washed the glass he had given her water in the night before. She was nowhere to be seen, however. He didn't even know where to find her. If he could make any guess, he'd say that most likely she would not be going to club again anytime soon. He felt empty, like something great had slipped through his fingers. He just wanted to ask her out, just once.

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The hot water steaming over her back felt heavenly, and Bella didn't want to move out from under the stream. She threw her head back, savoring the feeling of the water coursing over her skin. She felt a chill, goosebumps began forming over her arms and breasts, and her nipples peaked at the cold intrusion. Snapping her eyes open, she felt a moments surprise to see the shower door open. "Bella" her husbands deep voice bellowed, and his head popped in side. She relaxed, though not entirely.
"Where were you last night?" He demanded, reaching over and shutting off the water.

"I'm not done, what are you doing?" She fairly screeched, feeling her temper rising. He reached over and handed her a big fluffy towel which she stepped into most reluctantly. "I went out with friends." She declared noncommittally, walking away from him into their master bedroom.

"You were gone all night." He said in a dangerous voice, following close behind her.

"Can i have privacy?" She spun around to ask him, feeling more annoyed than alarmed. "Privacy? You're my wife!" He shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

Feeling a sudden strength, Bella laughed sarcastically and waved a hand at him dismissively. "Kind of you to finally notice." She said bravely, yet calmly.

"What is this sudden attitude you think you have the right to have?" She watched his face redden, and tried not to back away. He ran a hand through his hair characteristically, coming towards her. She felt herself stiffen, but she didn't budge.

She swallowed hard, willing her lips to stop quivering. "Because maybe it just so happens that i'm tired of watching you live a double life, Tom." She forced assertiveness, yet gentleness, into her voice.

He recoiled, looking as if she had smacked him. She smiled sadly, shaking her head. "If you honestly think any woman would stand by while you do this, you're living in your own little world."

She turned away from him then, hearing him breathing heavily behind her. She began to dig through her closet for some clothes, waiting for him to leave.

"Are you having an affair?" He said abruptly from directly behind her. Bella cringed as his hand snaked out to grab her elbow. "No, TOM! Stop..." She cried, feeling tears brimming her eyes. "Who is he?" He shouted, spinning her around to face him. Bella took one calming, steadying breath... and smacked him scare in the face with her free hand. Biting her lip, she quivered in fear and anger as he fell back a pace to stare at her, open mouthed.


Damien nearly hopped down the steps leading from his apartment building, whistling as he went. He was halfway down the sidewalk when he saw a figure all in black rising from a bench between two beautiful maple trees. He stopped as she looked at him, and turned around to face her. Their eyes locked, and Damien felt his stomach leap. Instantly, he noticed the brown framing her left eye, and felt ribbons of red hot anger lip at his insides. "Bella?" He asked hesitantly, taking a step towards her.

"Hi" she said with a sad smile, extending a hand as if meeting an old friend. He took it, and raised it to his lips. She arched one eyebrow but allowed him to tenderly kiss the top of her fingers.

"I don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here? It's rather cold out." He said, letting her hand fall back to her side.

"I was just in the area..." She mumbled, looking away from him. He reached out to move a lock of hair from her face, and traced his finger lightly over her eye. "What did he do to you?" He asked in a savage whisper.

"It's nothing... Look, i don't want to talk about it. Where are you headed? Care for a cup of coffee?" She asked, wrapping her hand tenderly around the one of his not currently rubbing her tender face. She closed her eyes as his hand rubbed her lower jaw, under chin. She shivered, but not from the wind.

Damien tried to will himself to say no. She looked so vulnerable. "I just have to drop these blueprints off at the office.." he said, indicating the thin briefcase under his arm. "But if you care to walk with me, we can stop on the way back?" He saw her face relax, as if she had actually been afraid of his answer... and that made him smile, like a child who had just been awarded a slice of his favorite pie.

To be continued.

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And...

I've been checking this thread everytime i sign on for updates!!

Usually sex stories are nice,
but this is really good stuff.

My god that is a good story, I can't wait to see what happens...

As Damien watched this beautiful woman tenderly wipe her lips with a crisp white napkin, he had to grit his teeth. His eyes kept straying to the valley between her breasts, which rose softly with every breath she took. The sexual tension between the two of them was about to explode at any moment. He watched Bella fidget in her seat as her eyes darted away from his. He knew the feeling, and was glad she felt it too. The inability to look into eachothers eyes without wanting to do the horizontal tango. At this thought, he found himself laughing out loud. "What?" Bella asked tentatively, a devilish smile on her face. "Oh nothing, just a thought." He shrugged innocently, wishing they were alone so he could tell her the truth of it. "Forgive me..." Bella said huskily, leaning forward towards him. Damien'ss eyes nearly bulged out of his head as her breast strained against the fabric of her shirt, dipping lower and lower. He couldn't move his eyes from them. He swallowed hard as she didn't finish her sentence, and willed himself to look at her face. Her eyes were twinkling mischieviously, she knew full well what she was doing to him. She cleared her throat and took the extra inch towards him so that she was just inches from his own face. "Can we go somewhere more private?" She said, her breath barely a whisper.
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Bella felt her face flushing as cab drove towards Damien's apartment. Her ears were ringing, her stomach felt like there were a thousand little mice running around inside of it, and she felt warmth pooling between her legs. She couldn't believe what she was doing, or how bluntly she was doing it. Determined to follow through, Bella unbuckled her seat belt and leaned across to put her head on his shoulder and her hand on his thigh. Feeling nervous, she tried to untuck his shirt. They both started laughing when this turned out to be harder than originally thought, and Bella found herself hiding her face against his hard chest. She was embarrassed, but found that she didn't mind much. She soon forgot about it when his hands found the small of her back. They made a lazy circle, lightly touching her skin. She shivered deliciously, loving the sensations his touch brought to her body. She got so lost in it, that she was surprised when they pulled up in front of his apartment building. She bolted out of the car as Damien unabashedly paid the cab driver, who in turn tipped his hat and gave them both a significant smile.

The awkwardness of the first moment when they found eachother on the battered old couch were hastily edged away. Damien took infinite care of her, doing all in his power to make sure that she was comfortable. She was fairly shaking when he first touched his lips to hers. He smiled against her lips as she gave a shaky moan and relaxed against him. Gently Damien removed her knit sweater, tossing it aside to gaze upon the tight blouse underneath. Instead of undressing her more, he placed one hand on her back and the other against her neck. He teased her mouth with his tongue while running his hand across her spine, feeling ever last bone. Little gasps and moans escaped her, and it surprised and aroused him. His pants felt uncomfortably tight, he was near to bursting out of them. Heaving a sigh, he used his upper body to push her down against the couch. Carefully he rested most of his weight on one elbow, and with the other he snaked his hand beneath her shirt and unto her belly. Her skin felt soft as silk and warm. He kissed her lips and her neck, and when he found her earlobe, he also found the tops of her breasts. The lacy bra barely confined them, he could feel her nipples budding up underneath, and he slowly helped her out of her shirt. The sight made him catch his breath. With a groan of immense pleasure, Damien let his head fall to the sweet curve of her left breast. He softly kissed the top of it before moving to the next. When he was sure she was ready for it, he used one of the many skills learned in college to unhook the contraption with one hand. When it came free, her breasts nearly sprung out and he laughed huskily.

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When Damien's mouth found her nipple, Bella squirmed with the sheer force of pleasure wracking her body. She had never felt anything so delicious before. His afternoon stubble felt rough against her, leaving little trails of gooseflesh wherever it carressed, but she found herself wanting more of it. She arched her back when he nibbled gently, tugging her other nipple into his mouth. "Oh Damien..." She whispered, clawing at his back. She needed to feel him. She found the back of his pants and sighed victoriously when her hands found their way up his shirt to the hard muscles of his back. He felt wonderful. Every last muscle was tense, straining against his skin. She trailed her nails lightly against his shoulder, and felt him shiver. She smiled to herself, loving the power she had. she felt him shift his weight yet again. He moved above her, taking his shirt off as he went. She eyed him hungrily, no longer shy. He gave her a sexy smirk before reaching up to the waistline of her black slacks. Her insides squirmed and she felt herself throb when she knew what was about to happen. Lifting herself up slightly, she allowed him to remove the article of clothing. She looked away then, still slightly self conscious. "Beautiful" He assured her gruffly, falling forward again to trail kisses gently down her stomach, across her hip, down her thigh, all the way to her toes. She couldn't take it, she needed him to touch her there. More than anything. "Damien, please" She moaned, her head thrown back. "Not just yet." He whispered, kissing and nibbling his way back up to her bellybutton. Every place he touched felt like it was on fire, she felt like she was running a fever, like every ounce of her was about to burst into flames. And then it happened, he round her knees and gently urged them to spread. Eagerly she complied, reaching for her panties. "No, no." He crooned, nearly swatting her hand away. Appalled, Bella fell back. Damien looked up at her from his place at her knees. "I..." he said, bending to nibble the underside of her left knee, then rising with a sly smile... "want..." He then nibbled the other in much of the same tantalizing fashion. "you..." Achingly slow, he found the tender inner thigh just inches from her aching honey-scented center. She faintly screamed, unable to bear this for much longer. He kissed the other one, distracting her momentarily. She then felt the hand splayed across her pelvic bone, sh