It had been a while, in fact it had been more than a while since i last saw Emilia. Last time we met, we fought. It was an intense and nasty fight but at the time we agreed to have a rematch when time permitted. Now i never quite forgot about Emilia, i mean, how could you, right? By chance i came across a friend of hers who told me that Emilia was saying as how she'd like to get her hands on me again,. rough me up and leave me a wet whimpering mess wherever we fought.
Well this had my juices flowing i can tell you. Nothing i enjoy more than an evenly matched scrap with a talented opponent, so, looking through my phone i saw i still have Emilia's number, so i sent her a txt. No point in us speaking directly, it would just lead to insults and trash talk. Basically the txt went something like this.
"Remember me bonnie lass? cos i remember you. How about we have that long overdue scrap, round at mine, you know the address"
I was surprised when she actually rang back and i was right, we started off chatting ameably, but it soon turned to flirting, trash talking and then outright threats. Anyway, the upshot of this was a fight was agreed round at mine.
It is a dark stormy evening, the wind is blowing a gale, no doubt it's going to rain hard. The trees outside my house casts spooky shadows in my lounge...and then the doorbell rings.
Now it doesn't take a genius...and i'm no genius...to work out that this is you. A smile paints itself across my face, oh i'm nervous but the nerves will go as soon as we lock up. I ease myself out of my chair and saunter towards the door. No hurry, let the wind chill your bones a bit, prolly you'll be annoyed i kept you waiting, if so good, you might lose your cool.
I'm dressed as i usually am in a short black mini dress. I like to show off my thighs. My body hardly compares to yours, you are statuesque, the body of a goddess, but we aren't about to compare looks.
Under my black dress there is a black lace thong and no bra. My lips, like my nails are candy apple red, my hair sometimes blonde sometimes brunette is for today brunette and tied back in a low bun.
I glance in the mirror and then finally i reach the door, curl my hand around the handle and ease it open. We stand there face to face, me still smiling, you i think shivering. Lucky for you the house heating is on and the rooms are quite warm.
"Well hello there" i purrr as my eyes drift up and down your body, or the bits i can see.."Won't you come in" i say as i stand back to make way for you..."Let me show you where you can change, there's a nice chilled Pouilly Fuisse waiting for you there as well, i'll wait for you in the den"
(otu)