People have a tendency to want to change the people they are with. But it never works out the way they think it is going to. The irony is that the very things that attract them to a person – the rogue or wench in them – are the qualities that they want reshaped into something more…manageable.
My humble opinion? Accept them as they are. Just by being with someone, you are naturally going to rub off on them (and vice versa). If anything, work to cultivate the differences. Differences are exciting. Differences create confrontation (and confrontation is not a bad thing! Confrontation does not have to mean argument or fight. It means two forces are meeting – and often, when forces meet, sparks fly. Sparks are good.).
Novels would be very uninteresting if the protagonist reached the climax of the story only to tell the bad guy that they are more then welcome to nuke New York, sell the girl into white slavery, and go on being their bad self – because hey, the protaganist was moving to Tijuana anyways, the girl was a nag, and that Nietzsche guy had the right idea about the strong.
Hey…I kind of like that story. I think need to work on my supporting examples a bit more….
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Hannah tips her head as she feels your eyes on her, soft pink of her tongue darting out to moisten her lips as she waits for a reaction. She blushes softly as she feels your eyes on her and licks her lips again, “So was it what you expected to see?”
D’jaevle watches you, his eyes traveling your body slowly, from the ring on your toe to the curve of your breasts. “Yes. A collar, even if of gold.” He pauses, then chuckles, “I so seldom indulge myself these days…but you are so inviting.” He turns, fully facing you, closing the distance between himself and you – so close, you are forced to step back, finding the wall behind you.
Hannah purrs a bit as her hand moves up to stroke her collar. She looks at you with wide eyes – and then gasps as her back touches the wall. She swallows, refusing to look down or away. “There is something else you should know about me…” she murmurs, eyes sparkling. She laughs softly, placing her hands on your chest and sliding them slowly up to your shoulders. They continue around to the back of your neck and she exerts a small pressure, pulling your head towards hers. “I’m not entirely submissive…” she purrs just before her lips brush across yours.
D’jaevle meets your lips slowly, parting to enjoy the taste, sharing the hunger with the slip of his tongue lightly along your lower lip. He speaks against your lips, “Oh?”
Hannah mmms, her lips parting softly, invitingly as she presses her body against yours, softness melting against you. She laughs softly and suckles your lower lip into her mouth, giving it a little nip. “You’d be surprised how many that are into the ‘lifestyle’ in any way that scares away…”
D’jaevle allows his eyes to close briefly, enjoying the kiss, fingers tightening on your lower back as he keeps you against the wall, “Which is why I don’t indulge too often…I dislike boundaries, or conventions. I admire intelligence.” D’jaevle adjusts his position, knee moving along your thighs, resting at their apex, parting them slightly, his expression amused, “And a sense of humor.” His hands run up over your sides, coming to rest on the wall behind you. His thigh applies a slow pressure you, parting your legs, “Offer me something. Your name.”
Hannah‘s laugh turns into a gasp as she finds herself riding your thigh. She trembles, the urge to lower herself down and truly ride you almost overwhelming. She growls softly, deep in her throat, the slow flush that started at her cheeks spreading down. She raises her eyes to yours and tips her head curiously, “Mmm, my name…that is offering a lot, truly…” She looks into your eyes, searching. She must like what she sees because she smiles softly and murmurs, “Jessi.”
D’jaevle suddenly presses his knee up, resting tightly against you, without warning. His eyes are on yours as he leans closer and lowers his lips to yours, meeting them parted, teeth grazing your lower lip, “You feel the need, don’t you? The burning.”
Hannah kisses you hungrily, body pulsing with need, “Yes…” she whispers huskily, “Oh yes…” She rides your thigh, twisting her hips as she grinds down onto it, her juices starting to soak into the pantleg of your slacks. She cries out softly, arching towards you, her soft curves trapped to pleasantly between you and the wall. She bites her lower lip and moans, pleasure coursing through her like a shock wave. She clings to you, grinding her hips down onto your thigh as she begins to pant softly. Her fingers slide up into your hair and she whimpers with need, “Please…” whispers as she tangles her fingers in your hair and pulls you down for a kiss.
D’jaevle thrusts his knee harder, driving it in as one hand slips down along your back, tracing your ass, palm pressing into the cheek, his mouth moving against yours, quick hungry kisses, “How far does it go with me, how far do you want it to go?”
Hannah trembles against you, then looks up at you eyes wide and trusting and full of desire, “Please…as far as you can take me…” She buries her face into the crook of your neck and nuzzles you, body quivering on the edge. She whimpers.
D’jaevle relaxes his knee, keeping you on the edge, fingers curled against your ass, holding you there. His eyes burn into yours as he holds you steady, “Tell me you need more.”
Hannah’s heart races and she nods, “I need more…how much more do you want of me?”
D’jaevle lets his fingers dance against your skin, just at the entrance from behind, “I want to hear your breathing, your hunger, your words. For now. I want you to hear my vision, driving you.”
Hannah trembles feeling your fingers driving her wild. She licks her dry lips and leans back against the wall, back arching deeply and thrusting her breasts towards you, “Tell me what you want me to do…”
