Her name starts with an L. Let’s call her Miss L, shall we? Most people who frequent the library think of her as a nice if sometimes high-strung per...on. I see her for what she is. I see the disguised disdain in her eyes when she’s talking to a black person, a Hispanic person or a person of the male persuasion. The only people that are okay in Miss L’s eyes are her fellow white women. Maybe she thinks of white women as idealized womanhood. For she certainly doesn’t like minority women, though. Her tone was a mockery. She put her hands behind the prince's back, first pulling his body closer, then raking her bared fingernails roughly across his skin.No, she had not broken the spell! If anything, she had only pulled the prince further in. Iordan at once found himself awakened, and he saw the woman lying beneath him as a wild animal, a predator, and her hunger was insatiable. She was the most beautiful and terrible creature ever to walk beneath the sun, and he could not naught but bow to. She looked so lovely. Rahul untied the knot and the salwaar fell on the floor. Shabnam took off his t shirt, all the while looking at him the same way. He took her to bed and her kurta which was covering her just above her knees got pulled up when she rested herself over a bunch of pillows for the first time he saw her legs, her thighs which he had imagined so many times before. Her thighs were big, thick, honey colored and they looked creamy. He moved to bed and sat facing her and he smooch. My movements became longer as I began stroking up the sides of her neck on each stroke and going as far along her shoulders as the blouse would allow.The moment I first let my fingers run softly either side of her throat I heard her breathing change. This was an area she obviously loved been touched. Obviously, I continued to do just that, letting the heels of my hands apply gentle pressure to her neck whilst my fingers played around her throat.The direction of my searching hands changed..