Another old drabble for your enjoyment. Keyword: Jane
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Click!
Click!
“What are you doing?” Darcy yelled in the pitch-dark room.
Click!
Click!
“Finally!” Elizabeth said as she turned on the light. “Don’t struggle. I’m only doing what Jane told me.”
“Jane?”
“Yes, she said Charles and you shouldn’t be let off lightly. Charles for doubting her and you for inferring. So that’s why she booked all four of us in this Agony Hotel for our engagement celebration.”
Darcy struggled against the handcuffs that spread his body wide open on the bed when she ripped open his shirt and unlaced the fly of his leather pants.
When he saw her take out a leather whip, his body trembled.
Elizabeth smiled and traced the numerous strands of the whip from his cheek, down his throat, chest to his pubic hair.
Then she used it to draw circles around his balls.
Panting hard, he saw her smile turned into a grin as she brushed the leather strands along his now aroused cock on all sides.
He closed his eyes and thrust his hips up, savouring her ministration and yet the shivering would not stop.
“Should I give you a good whip?” Her voice turned husky.
May 7, 2013
Apr 29, 2013
New chapter of Darcy's Chilling Proposal
“Silent again?” Elizabeth uttered. “I cannot carry a one-sided conversation!”
“I danced with you at Netherfield ball.”
“I could see the neighbours’ surprise.”
“Surely you would have thought of my preference then.”
She widened her eyes. “Surely you jest. It was just a dance.”
“Dancing is a compliment which I never pay to any place if I can avoid it.”
A new chapter of Darcy's Chilling Proposal is posted here. Happy readng!
“I danced with you at Netherfield ball.”
“I could see the neighbours’ surprise.”
“Surely you would have thought of my preference then.”
She widened her eyes. “Surely you jest. It was just a dance.”
“Dancing is a compliment which I never pay to any place if I can avoid it.”
A new chapter of Darcy's Chilling Proposal is posted here. Happy readng!
Apr 12, 2013
A man’s imagination
Keyword: seedy
Darcy grimaced as he followed Bingley into the noisy Austen Underground club. On one wall, there was a huge map of London underground stations; on the other end, hundreds of banana icons. People, mainly women, were chatting and dancing.
“This looks rather…seedy,” he commented to Charles at the top of his voice, as the music was very loud. “And the patrons…stroke your banana…what the fuck?” He looked at one of the banana drawing on the wall.
“Tsk, tsk, so full of cursing,” a woman teasing voice startled Darcy. “perhaps you’re mischievous yourself.”
He turned around and came face-to-face with a petite brunette shaking her head disapprovingly. Blushing bright red, he stuttered. Luckily Bingley came to the rescue.
“Lizzy, the décor looks marvellous! Quirky, I’d say.” He gave the woman a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. “This is Elizabeth Bennet. William Darcy. Don’t mind him. He's a sorry bull on Sunday, when he has nothing to do at home and I drag him to places.”
Lizzy scanned Darcy from head to toe, shrugged and then pulled Bingley away. “Come, Jane’s in the basement.”
Darcy wasn’t going to lurk around in a place where he knew no one. He followed the couple immediately. As his eyes settled on the back of the woman, heat surged in his body. The arse of this Lizzy was quite something. Fantasy of spanking, rubbing and licking came to his mind. That was absurd! She wasn’t even wearing trashy tight dress, just a pair of black jeans and emerald green T-shirt which accentuated her figure.
After several twists and turns, they reached a small room in the basement. A pretty blonde woman was tidying up some paint brushes. Bingley embraced her warmly. Then in a matter of minutes, he skipped off with her to another room in a rush, without even bothering to introduce this Jane to his friend.
Darcy shifted his weight uncomfortably, not sure what to do as he was left alone with Elizabeth.
“They are hopeless,” she said. “So you find our club…seedy? Is it because of the underground map?”
From the curl of her lips, she knew he was thinking of the other thing on the wall. But he played along. “It’s…practical. What’s it for anyway?”
“Don’t we not need directions, all the time?” She smiled and her eyes twinkled. “So it must be the bananas then.”
“Uhm,” he was lost in her fine eyes and didn't want to anger her. “you must have your reasons....”
“It’s a reminder of our desire,” she arched her eyebrows. “I kind of think that it’s rather honest.”
“So we should give in to our desire?” Gathering his courage, Darcy said softly, leaning towards her.
“How did you jump to this conclusion?” She leaned backward, keeping her distance.
“You mentioned about honesty,” he gazed at her. “I was, I’m actually, thinking, having desire…about you.”
“Wow, did you come on to every woman, so quickly?”
He thought for a while, with an inexplicable thrill through his body. “No. You’re the first one, for years. And before you ask, my intention is honourable. I’m not the love them and leave them type.”
“Well, don’t make any promise until you meet my mom and younger sisters,” she traced her finger along the lapel of his jacket and then she turned and walked away. She stopped at the door, “and my parishioners.”
Darcy’s mouth hanged open. Did I just preposition to a clergywoman? “I’m not in…a night club?”
Elizabeth burst out laughing. “Bingley didn’t tell you? You’re in the social club of our church but I’m still single and available” She winked and walked back up the stairs.
Darcy grimaced as he followed Bingley into the noisy Austen Underground club. On one wall, there was a huge map of London underground stations; on the other end, hundreds of banana icons. People, mainly women, were chatting and dancing.
“This looks rather…seedy,” he commented to Charles at the top of his voice, as the music was very loud. “And the patrons…stroke your banana…what the fuck?” He looked at one of the banana drawing on the wall.
“Tsk, tsk, so full of cursing,” a woman teasing voice startled Darcy. “perhaps you’re mischievous yourself.”
He turned around and came face-to-face with a petite brunette shaking her head disapprovingly. Blushing bright red, he stuttered. Luckily Bingley came to the rescue.
“Lizzy, the décor looks marvellous! Quirky, I’d say.” He gave the woman a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. “This is Elizabeth Bennet. William Darcy. Don’t mind him. He's a sorry bull on Sunday, when he has nothing to do at home and I drag him to places.”
Lizzy scanned Darcy from head to toe, shrugged and then pulled Bingley away. “Come, Jane’s in the basement.”
Darcy wasn’t going to lurk around in a place where he knew no one. He followed the couple immediately. As his eyes settled on the back of the woman, heat surged in his body. The arse of this Lizzy was quite something. Fantasy of spanking, rubbing and licking came to his mind. That was absurd! She wasn’t even wearing trashy tight dress, just a pair of black jeans and emerald green T-shirt which accentuated her figure.
After several twists and turns, they reached a small room in the basement. A pretty blonde woman was tidying up some paint brushes. Bingley embraced her warmly. Then in a matter of minutes, he skipped off with her to another room in a rush, without even bothering to introduce this Jane to his friend.
Darcy shifted his weight uncomfortably, not sure what to do as he was left alone with Elizabeth.
“They are hopeless,” she said. “So you find our club…seedy? Is it because of the underground map?”
From the curl of her lips, she knew he was thinking of the other thing on the wall. But he played along. “It’s…practical. What’s it for anyway?”
“Don’t we not need directions, all the time?” She smiled and her eyes twinkled. “So it must be the bananas then.”
“Uhm,” he was lost in her fine eyes and didn't want to anger her. “you must have your reasons....”
“It’s a reminder of our desire,” she arched her eyebrows. “I kind of think that it’s rather honest.”
“So we should give in to our desire?” Gathering his courage, Darcy said softly, leaning towards her.
“How did you jump to this conclusion?” She leaned backward, keeping her distance.
“You mentioned about honesty,” he gazed at her. “I was, I’m actually, thinking, having desire…about you.”
“Wow, did you come on to every woman, so quickly?”
He thought for a while, with an inexplicable thrill through his body. “No. You’re the first one, for years. And before you ask, my intention is honourable. I’m not the love them and leave them type.”
“Well, don’t make any promise until you meet my mom and younger sisters,” she traced her finger along the lapel of his jacket and then she turned and walked away. She stopped at the door, “and my parishioners.”
Darcy’s mouth hanged open. Did I just preposition to a clergywoman? “I’m not in…a night club?”
Elizabeth burst out laughing. “Bingley didn’t tell you? You’re in the social club of our church but I’m still single and available” She winked and walked back up the stairs.
Apr 11, 2013
Lord of the Other Ring
Another shortie I've written long time ago. Keyword: ring
“We have a 30-year-old male with possible priapism*,” The nurse said.
“Can you tell me what happened?” Dr. Darcy asked the patient, “Mr. Collins.”
“Ahhhh!” Mr. Collins could only groan in pain.
“Who come with him?” Darcy saw the elastic cock ring on the patient.
“A woman.” Nurse replied. “Let me get her.”
Darcy took out a pair of scissor and prepared to free the blood flow on Mr. Collins’s penis.
At that time, the curtain was parted and a handsome brunette came in. When she saw what Darcy was doing, she diverted her eyes.
“It’s too late not to look, isn’t it?” Darcy said sarcastically. “How long have you made him worn it?”
The woman snapped at Darcy. “I’ve nothing to do with this. He’s with Caroline.”
Darcy’s eyes brightened. She’s too pretty for this sweaty man. “I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. Dr. Darcy here. And you are …”
“Elizabeth Bennet.”
“So you don’t know how long he’s been wearing the ring?”
“I went to my sister’s house and found Collins and Caroline there. He’s in agony. Caroline said she couldn’t drive him here. She’s quite drunk, said she's mourning the loss of a William…Darcy! You?”
Caroline Bingley! Darcy ran a mile from that woman but thanks to her, he met this wonderful Elizabeth. He smiled and Elizabeth's heart melted.
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#Priapism known also as Hulseyism, is a potentially harmful and painful medical condition in which the erect penis does not return to its flaccid state, despite the absence of both physical and psychological stimulation, within four hours. - wikipedia
“We have a 30-year-old male with possible priapism*,” The nurse said.
“Can you tell me what happened?” Dr. Darcy asked the patient, “Mr. Collins.”
“Ahhhh!” Mr. Collins could only groan in pain.
“Who come with him?” Darcy saw the elastic cock ring on the patient.
“A woman.” Nurse replied. “Let me get her.”
Darcy took out a pair of scissor and prepared to free the blood flow on Mr. Collins’s penis.
At that time, the curtain was parted and a handsome brunette came in. When she saw what Darcy was doing, she diverted her eyes.
“It’s too late not to look, isn’t it?” Darcy said sarcastically. “How long have you made him worn it?”
The woman snapped at Darcy. “I’ve nothing to do with this. He’s with Caroline.”
Darcy’s eyes brightened. She’s too pretty for this sweaty man. “I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. Dr. Darcy here. And you are …”
“Elizabeth Bennet.”
“So you don’t know how long he’s been wearing the ring?”
“I went to my sister’s house and found Collins and Caroline there. He’s in agony. Caroline said she couldn’t drive him here. She’s quite drunk, said she's mourning the loss of a William…Darcy! You?”
Caroline Bingley! Darcy ran a mile from that woman but thanks to her, he met this wonderful Elizabeth. He smiled and Elizabeth's heart melted.
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#Priapism known also as Hulseyism, is a potentially harmful and painful medical condition in which the erect penis does not return to its flaccid state, despite the absence of both physical and psychological stimulation, within four hours. - wikipedia
Apr 10, 2013
Wet encounter
Another old story for your enjoyment. Keyword: groping
Rain!
Rain!
Rain!
A thoroughly drenched Elizabeth in boy shorts and T-shirt tapped her feet impatiently. A puddle of water gathered on the marble floor of the lift.
She’s coming for an interview at Darcy Holdings and the sky opened up. With flooding near her flat, Elizabeth decided to change into business clothes when she arrived in the city. Of course the bus was late.
Dashing to DH building, she jumped into the first lift, intending to change when she reached the floor where the interview would be held. In her rush, she crashed onto the only person inside the lift, a TDH (tall dark and handsome) hunk, pressing him flat against the mirror wall.
Before she could apologise, the hunk let out a not-so-elegant yell, “Get off me! Do you have no shame? Groping me like this?”
Elizabeth never needed to grope any man in her life! Anger flashed in her eyes. “You’re not grope-worthy at all!” She lied, stepped away from the Greek god and turned around. Jabbing the already lit button of the panel, she swore under the breath. Bloody! He’s going to the same floor.
Level 5…Level 8
Bang!
Suddenly the lift shook and dropped. TDH was thrown towards Elizabeth this time, flattening her against the mirrors. Then both of them dropped onto the floor due to the fall. In a mad dash to grab hold of the railing, he palmed her breast while she grasped his butt.
Another big bang!
The lift stopped. Elizabeth found her wet self install on the masculine thighs of the hunk. He was sitting on the wet marble floor. His hand squeezed her breast and hers holding tightly onto his belt (or did she have one hand inside his trousers?).
“Wow! Are you hurt? Miss…” His shaky voice turned tender.
“Bennet. Elizabeth Bennet,” She started blabbing, perhaps of the shock. “I’m ok. Sorry, I made you all wet. I’m coming for an interview. We’ve flooding in our streets. So I decided to change here. But the bus was late…” She raised her hands to part the wet hair.
“It’s ok, Elizabeth,” He glanced at her hands. No ring. The sensual wet lips and voluptuous body started to do strange things to him. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” His throat was dry, his speech deep.
“It’s my fault, Mr…” Her face turned crimson, under his intense gaze.
“Darcy, William Darcy. I think you’re interviewing to become my personal assistant, since you’re going to level 16 too.”
Elizabeth’s mouth gaped open, forming a lovely O. His emphasis on the word “personal” sent an electric current down her body. What did she read from the internet? He’s 2010 sexist bachelor in the world. How could she not recognise him earlier?
The corner of his lips lifted. Was he smirking?
Lizzy’s courage always rose on every challenge put in front of her. “I hope you’ll disregard your first impression of me, during the formal interview.” Her eyes bored into him.
Heat rose in Darcy’s body. He shifted his weight, accidentally rubbing his lower body against her wet bottom; the hand caressed her bouncy breast unintentionally.
“Umh, sorry,” He wanted to lift her off his damp body but not sure if it’s safe to do so. What if the lift moved again? “But I’m afraid I won’t forget our first encounter.” His baritone voice added, “our first very…wet encounter.”
His eyes darted away from her body. He didn’t want to be accused of groping or anything. But the fast beating of his heart told him this would be first of the many close encounters he would have with her.
Of course, Mr. Darcy was always right. He had Elizabeth as his personal assistant for a year before making her his wife.
Rain!
Rain!
Rain!
A thoroughly drenched Elizabeth in boy shorts and T-shirt tapped her feet impatiently. A puddle of water gathered on the marble floor of the lift.
She’s coming for an interview at Darcy Holdings and the sky opened up. With flooding near her flat, Elizabeth decided to change into business clothes when she arrived in the city. Of course the bus was late.
Dashing to DH building, she jumped into the first lift, intending to change when she reached the floor where the interview would be held. In her rush, she crashed onto the only person inside the lift, a TDH (tall dark and handsome) hunk, pressing him flat against the mirror wall.
Before she could apologise, the hunk let out a not-so-elegant yell, “Get off me! Do you have no shame? Groping me like this?”
Elizabeth never needed to grope any man in her life! Anger flashed in her eyes. “You’re not grope-worthy at all!” She lied, stepped away from the Greek god and turned around. Jabbing the already lit button of the panel, she swore under the breath. Bloody! He’s going to the same floor.
Level 5…Level 8
Bang!
Suddenly the lift shook and dropped. TDH was thrown towards Elizabeth this time, flattening her against the mirrors. Then both of them dropped onto the floor due to the fall. In a mad dash to grab hold of the railing, he palmed her breast while she grasped his butt.
Another big bang!
The lift stopped. Elizabeth found her wet self install on the masculine thighs of the hunk. He was sitting on the wet marble floor. His hand squeezed her breast and hers holding tightly onto his belt (or did she have one hand inside his trousers?).
“Wow! Are you hurt? Miss…” His shaky voice turned tender.
“Bennet. Elizabeth Bennet,” She started blabbing, perhaps of the shock. “I’m ok. Sorry, I made you all wet. I’m coming for an interview. We’ve flooding in our streets. So I decided to change here. But the bus was late…” She raised her hands to part the wet hair.
“It’s ok, Elizabeth,” He glanced at her hands. No ring. The sensual wet lips and voluptuous body started to do strange things to him. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” His throat was dry, his speech deep.
“It’s my fault, Mr…” Her face turned crimson, under his intense gaze.
“Darcy, William Darcy. I think you’re interviewing to become my personal assistant, since you’re going to level 16 too.”
Elizabeth’s mouth gaped open, forming a lovely O. His emphasis on the word “personal” sent an electric current down her body. What did she read from the internet? He’s 2010 sexist bachelor in the world. How could she not recognise him earlier?
The corner of his lips lifted. Was he smirking?
Lizzy’s courage always rose on every challenge put in front of her. “I hope you’ll disregard your first impression of me, during the formal interview.” Her eyes bored into him.
Heat rose in Darcy’s body. He shifted his weight, accidentally rubbing his lower body against her wet bottom; the hand caressed her bouncy breast unintentionally.
“Umh, sorry,” He wanted to lift her off his damp body but not sure if it’s safe to do so. What if the lift moved again? “But I’m afraid I won’t forget our first encounter.” His baritone voice added, “our first very…wet encounter.”
His eyes darted away from her body. He didn’t want to be accused of groping or anything. But the fast beating of his heart told him this would be first of the many close encounters he would have with her.
Of course, Mr. Darcy was always right. He had Elizabeth as his personal assistant for a year before making her his wife.
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