Noir LoveShe's draped across me, hair spilling out like a pool of blood emanating from my chest. God, she's beautiful. I remember the day she'd come into my office, looking for a job. Somehow, she'd found out that the last secretary hadn't lasted too long. Couldn't take it all. She was up for it though. She was up for anything, she said. Long gams, white suit, looked like an angel. 'Cept for that glint in her eye.More Like This
Now, as she's lying here, she'd turned back into the innocent angel I knew on a regular basis. The girl who blushed at the compliments and nicknames I threw her way just to see that pink tinge across her cheeks. But just before .she was a demon, teasing and torturing me at every turn, doing things with her tongue that I'd never thought possible.
She was a goddess. And I worshiped her.
I ran my hand along her bare skin, remembering