well, this one's kinda my baby right now...but i can't get anywhere on it..cause i keep losing my ideas...so here!!!


As I walked in the room, I felt the eyes all over me, cascading down my long slender neck and lightly flickering over my barely covered breasts. My hips swaying slightly, I continued through the room into the long winding hallway that leads to the outside. It would feel so good to be outside again, I thought as I flipped my hair back out of my face. The carpet in the hallway was a deep maroon, and the walls, cream-colored. I barely noticed the looks that the men and women gave me as I passed them by, on my way outside. I pushed lightly on the revolving door, amazed at how light it felt, and stepped carefully out into the world.
The wind pushed my hair off my shoulders, drying my lips, even as I licked them nervously. I could smell the flowers from down the street, fresh and fragrant in the sunlight, and I smiled. I saw the coffee shop down the street where I was to meet Robert. I was anxious to meet him in real life, since I had been talking to him on my computer for almost 5 months. We had thrown about the idea of meeting, both of us scared of the other being a psycho or something, and we had even joked about it over the phone, but this, this was the real thing. I straightened my skirt, and ran my hands down my body, to get rid of any wrinkles that might be hanging onto my shirt, and crossed the street. I could see the little coffee shop from where I was, the umbrellas over the tables and the green chairs in the sunlight. The little out door area was quite full, with people gossiping and drinking. I spotted a young man sitting alone at a table, turning his cup in his hands and looking about almost nervously. I figured it had to be Robert, the description matched him perfectly, dark brown shoulder length hair, a van dyke and crystal blue green eyes. My knees got weak, and I gasped. He was more gorgeous than I had hoped. I tried to walk up nonchalantly, but it did not quite work. I almost walked into a blonde girl that was walking across the street, talking on her cell phone.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, turning red.
She turned and walked on, as I turned back to the coffee shop. I saw Robert stand up and look my way, smiling softly. He waved, and walked over to greet me. I felt my palms get clammy, and tried to wipe them off on my skirt, looking like I was straightening it. It seemed an eternity before he reached me, his hair softly floating after him, like in water. Catching my breath, I took a step towards him, realizing how much he towered over my 5’6” frame with his 6’1” frame. He held out his hand, and I took it, noticing the softness of his palms, and the immensity of his hand.

He smiles seeing the affect he had on this demure creature, so eager to dress for him. He found the internet an easy hunting ground for the sweet and innocent, how he loved the taste of their fear. He smile broadly and took on the persona that had won her trust over the phone and online. He was now that robert she so adored. He pulled a chair out for her to sit and slightly pushed her to the table.

"So tell me about yourself my dear." His eyes focused on the creamy swell of her breasts, begging to be touched.

I nervously tried to remember those mundane details everyone starts out with, job, hobbies, etc. Soon my nerves were settling and I was lost in his deep eyes. My hands stopped shaking, and he ordered us both coffees, one with cream, one without, as he kept the conversation going in an interesting fashion, talking about the weather and the stock market. I tried to keep up with him, but by then, my nerves were fine, and I was noticing how devastatingly sexy he was. I felt his eyes cascading over me, like a cool mist from a waterfall.

"So now what do you want to do?" he asked, a sly smile creeping over those delightful lips.

My mind ran blank, I couldn't think of anything, I was lost in those damnable eyes. "We could go back to my place and watch a movie...I just got some new dvd's" I managed to stammer softly.
He smiled, and stood up, offering me his left hand. I noticed a slight white band around it, a tan line from a ring?

He catches her gaze and looks at his own hand. The white band. 'Robert' gives a slight laugh.
"It's only a scar, my dear." He is both reassuring and sincere. There is nothing fake in his voice. He had this planned out perfectly, there would be nothing to stop him this time. His name wasn't Robert (he had stolen the name from Robert Englund, the man who had been Freddy Krueger), but he would tell the girl these things today. He would also tell her that his last name was Cunningham (as in Sean S. Cunningham, the director/producer of Friday the 13th). He would use his height against the girl. A man needn't too much charm if he was tall. Women were foolish. They gawked at tall men, especially tall black men. Women claimed that what they wanted was a sensitive, humorous man but the sooner that men figured this tale to be false, the better off they were. Women wanted dominance and sexual prowess. They assumed that a man of height was a man of size, and maybe they were right. 'Robert' found this out almost as soon as he reached the six foot mark back in the eighth grade, and it had served him well over the years since. It would especially become useful to this young girl who was still staring at him, awaiting an explanation to the white band on his finger.
"My finger was severed about a year ago," he explained. "The doctors sewed that sucker back on though. It's as good as new, and they say in a few years the color will have completely returned."

I gathered my things and rose to leave to lead him to my apartment just down the street, still smelling the flowers and feeling a little heady from just being around Robert. He came up and took my hand, steadying me a little as we crossed the street, this time, the blonde girl bumped in to us and she looked up to say sorry, and Robert just looked at her with his intense crystal eyes, making her blush and hurry on her way. I giggled. Robert looked at me curiously, and I led him into my apartment building, feeling the eyes on me again, trying to peer through my sheer blouse. I blushed and walked a little quicker through the lobby and up the stairs, fumbling with my keys.

There was something slightly wrong here. At least that was what 'Robert' was thinking. There was no fear, only that blushing.

This girl was just too sure of herself. She kept giving him a "knowing" glance and giggling.

What was she up to? 'Robert' tried to shrug these thoughts away but the thought remained looming over him like an unpleasant cloud. He would have to wait and see what she was doing.

What if she was "the one?" 'Robert' shook a little with the thought. The thought of all these times, prowling about...he thought about them all coming to an end. Certainly, she had a way about her that was as enticing as a cool drink on a hot day, but how could it ever happen? 'Robert' continued on, following her. Every now and again he would watch the way her buttocks moved, each side individually for each step. Perfect.

I opened the door to my apartment, letting Robert enter first and followed him in looking around to make sure there were no stray undergarments laying about or anything he shouldn't see. Thankfully, there wasn't. We picked out a movie to watch, and settled down on the couch next to each other. I felt like I was back in highschool, we started out on almost opposite ends of the couch, and inched towards eachother, until I was practically sitting in his lap. He ran a shaking finger up my back and I shivered and looked at him, biting my lower lip tentitively. Brushing back a strand of hair that had fallen in my face, I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek, then kissed my way to his lips with soft, gentle kisses. I felt the arm on my back move down to my waist and pull me closer to him.

"Quaint little place." he replied softly. His eyes were cool, relaxed and taking in every detail. He grinned wickedly thinking how erotic her innocent demeanor was. He found himself reading the passionate chats and emails they would often engage in on the late nights with no one better to do.

He brushed back a strand of her hair, soft. He found himself thinking of a rabbits. He let his hand slide up beneath her clingy shirt. She shivered slightly and giggled, she again bit her lip. He liked it when she bit her lip. He bent over and quickly sucked it into his mouth.

He grinned pleased by her reaction. The startled, doe like look as she licked away a tiny swelling of blood.

"Sorry little one, I was distracted. You're so sweet." She smiled feeling slightly alarmed by his tone. She inhaled and rose from the couch.

"Something to drink?" Her voice was slightly high, he could sense she was nervous. He found that he liked it a lot.

"I'd love one, and make yourself a double." He grinned making a quick observation of the tiny room, he smiled seeing bars on all the windows. He rose to the one solid door and turned the locks. He looked back to the kitchen. He smiled hearing the ting of stir sticks in glasses. He smelled deeply

"Ah whiskey and coke" he exhaled to himself. He liked her a lot." He stood gallantly on the other side of the room, the wicked smile returned to his face; his eyes were bright with glee. He rushed over taking the two glasses, slightly prespired and helped her smoothly to the couch.

"Now where were we my dear?"