He needn't have worried, the only weapon I was interested in using was HIS! Just as well as he really needed to fire off a few rounds and I was happy to let him point and shoot, without having to ask or apologize.Â
Besides, he had exceptional aim and shot on target, so whatâs not to like?
What do you think would have happened, if Daryl âfriskedâ Carol in 10x06?
Oh, nonny! Look what youâve done to me! I hope this is what you had in mind.
Carol caught him looking through her bag like she hadnât expected it to come to this with all her lies. Man, the sack on her. Daryl didnât know what to do with her anymore. He could lay into her again, give her another lecture, but what was the point. His words werenât getting through.
âDid you find what you were looking for?â she asked plainly as she sat down beside him.
Turning his head, he glared at her audacity to feign innocence. âDid you bring the gun?â
âNo,â she lied. âUsed up all the ammunition, remember?â
Or so she had led him to believe when he had asked her to turn the gun over to him, and he had emptied the chamber, firing all the remaining shots into the ground before giving it back. But she was a clever trickster. He knew she was holding out on him, and he had finally wised up. âThere was still some ammo left in the storage room.â
âI didnât bring the gun, Daryl,â she lied again. Her eyes sent a chill down his spine as they glared at him. âDo you wanna frisk me? Go ahead!â she challenged him, standing up with her hands in the air.Â
Doing a double take, he looked her up and down. Â No way, he thought as his heart started to pound in his chest. Was that an invitation? He bristled as he stood. He couldnât believe how heâd let Carol get under his skin; he was tired of her games. His eyes narrowed down to slits as he took a step closer, calling her bluff.Â
Laughing, she tried to turn away, but he wouldnât have it, seizing her wrist before she could brush it off, deflect it with another lie, and pretend it never happened.
âThat what you want?â he asked her, lowering his voice in a warning. Did she want to be caught? His thumb skimmed the back of her hand, trying to garner a response to his question.
Her face flushed, but she shrugged, avoiding his eyes. Â Not exactly a denial, he mused.
âAlright,â he said gruffly, tugging her closer. âWeâll play it your way.âÂ
His eyes darkened as he placed his hands firmly on her hips, meeting her challenge. He let them glide along her waist, finding the pistol that she had tucked into her waistband. Removing it, he tossed it to the ground, giving her a look of disappointment, like it had been too easy. He wondered what else she was hiding.
âHey, I need that,â she argued, crossing her arms in front of her chest, heaving her breasts, taunting him.
Nearly growling, he chuckled at her attempt to distract him. âNot right now you donât,â he countered, forcibly spinning her around and stepping in close behind her.
Her breath hitched, and he smiled smugly to himself, drawing his hands around her abdomen. He slid them over the fabric of her jeans, carefully searching her pockets, stopping when he felt a lump in one of them.
âWhat you got here?â he said low in her ear, watching as her skin prickled along her neck.
âItâs nothing,â she denied with a gasp. âSee for yourself.â
âDonât mind if I do,â he replied, roughly shoving his hand into her pocket. She squirmed as his fingers crept along the crease of her leg until they brushed against the cool metal object inside. He pulled it out to reveal her lighter.
âPlanninâ on startinâ any fires?â
She panted, but brazenly said nothing.Â
âNaw, youâve already set them. Havenât you?â Daryl was beginning to understand and started to feel a little euphoric at her reaction to him. Feeling his blood rushing south, he leaned in closer. âIâm gettinâ real tired of your games, Carol. Havenât I been patient? Hmm?â
Carol quivered in his arms. âY-yes, you h-have.â
âYeah, Iâve been a very patient man. But Iâm tired of beinâ patient⌠of beinâ good⌠of waitinâ for you to see. Itâs enough to make a man desperateâDo you know what happens when a man becomes desperate?â
She shook her head.
Daryl sighed heavily, noticing how her nipples began to strain beneath her blouse. He was so goddamn tired. Tired of playing Mr. Nice Guy. Tired of being just her friend. He wanted more. He needed it.
He pressed himself against her backside, letting her feel how hard she had made him. âHe becomes dangerous,â he hissed.
âMâsick of you leavinâ,â his confession slipped from his lips. âMakinâ me worry. The hell youâve put me through... I want restitution.â
Carol trembled as his hands moved down the length of her sides. When he got to her waist, he crouched down, running his hands down first one leg, then the other. He stopped when he felt the bulge at her calf above her boot.
âWhatâs this?â he asked.
âMy knife,â she said breathlessly.
âGood girl.â Slowly, he lifted the hem of her pant leg revealing the leather holster. âThatâs the first honest thing youâve said all day.â His fingers brushed against her shin as he unbuckled it, releasing it to the ground. He rubbed at the angry marks it left behind on her skin. âYouâre so goddamn soft,â he remarked in fascination as he rose.
Pulling her flush against him, he whispered in her ear. âYouâve been drivinâ me crazy. With your tough act...and that pouty lip of yours...the one that sticks out when youâre unhappy. What am I supposed to do?â
Unable to resist any longer, he bit into her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. Carol languished, rolling her head against his shoulder, granting him more access. Licking her along her neck to her ear, his hands drew across her belly, slowly making their way towards her chest. She arched her back, pressing herself into his touch.
Underneath her jacket, his hands moved over the swell of her breasts, feeling the tight buds of her nipples. He groaned, feeling his cock throb with his desire. Reaching for the buttons of her blouse, he slowly undid them, stopping when he reached her navel.
His eyes wandered over the freckled expanse of her chest. He growled when he saw it. Nestled in the hollow between her breasts was a dark green zip tie.Â
âWhat the hell is this?â he asked, letting it caress her skin as he retrieved it.
âNothing.â Another bold-faced lie.
He grunted, dragging the tip along her neck, teasing her. âThink I wasnât gonna find your dirty little secret, hmm?â
She remained quiet. Stubbornly so.
âYouâve been a naughty girl, Carol.â
Moaning, she acquiesced, leaning into him.
Daryl groaned as Carol rubbed her ass against him, causing his cock to begin to leak. âVery naughty.â He was going to make her pay for that.Â
Stepping away, he pulled her hands behind her back and bound her wrists together, securing the zip tie around them. âThis what you had in mind?â
When she didnât struggle, he knew he had his answer. His heart hammered in his chest in his excitement.
Eagerly, his hand slipped down underneath her waistband across the smooth, cotton fabric of her panties to the magical heat between her legs. Carol whimpered as his fingers slid across her wetness.
âChrist,â he cursed and dipped his fingers into her panties, sinking them into her folds.
Carol moaned.
âI swear to God, woman,â he breathed heavily into her ear as he teased her flesh. âAinât lettinâ you get off that easy. Gonna make you beg until you break.âÂ
âPlease,â she whimpered, pleasing Daryl. It was about time she started listening.
Her body jumped as his thumb found the hard nub at the top of her slit, and he began to gently caress her. Jutting her hips into his touch, Carol spurred him on.
âAre you gonna quit all this nonsense? Hmm?â
âYes!â
âYou gonna listen to me?â He began to rub harder, pushing one finger and then another inside her.
âYes!â
She was tight and wet and humming in her pleasure; he had her right where he wanted her. She gasped when he suddenly stopped his ministrations.
âPlease,â she pleaded.
He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. âI wanna hear you say the words, damn it.âÂ
She squeezed his fingers with her muscles, like she was trying to resist.
âTell me the fuckinâ truth,â he demanded, starting to withdraw his hand.
Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she relaxed into his embrace. âI love you,â she cried.
He smiled, satisfied that he had finally broken her.
âThatâs right, sweetheart,â he growled into her neck, resuming his assault on her clit. âAinât ever gonna let you forget.â
She screamed out his name as she came hard, squirting her juices against his fingers. He held her close against him as her legs gave way beneath her, letting her bask in her bliss as he nuzzled into the sweet scent of her neck.
Removing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, relishing the taste of her. Contented, he sighed, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek.
âWanted our first time together to be nice. Romantic. But you ruined that didnât you, naughty girl?"
Beneath a sheen of sweat, an impish grin widened on Carolâs face. âI got tired of waiting.â
I have been known to have been stopped and patted down by the airportâs TSA agent because I forgot to take my water bottle out of my purse. Now, because of my reputation and the delay it causes, Iâm quick to check my purse before I go through security. Knowing of the slip-ups of my past, my grandson asked if I took my water bottle out of my purse at the Cabo Airport. I was proud to say I had.âŚ
Shaheen Bagh Protesters Frisked At All Entry Gates to Keep Away Trouble-makers
Shaheen Bagh Protesters Frisked At All Entry Gates to Keep Away Trouble-makers
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The protest at Shaheen Bagh area of south Delhi, which is going for three weeks now, has been peaceful as women held the fort round the clock with elderly women sitting day and night. IANS
Updated:January 6, 2020, 8:11 AM IST
File photo of protesters gathering in Shaheen Bagh. (Photo credit: Ahona Sengupta) New Delhi:Volunteers frisked the people coming late in theâŚ
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Daymond John: I ve been stop-and-frisked twenty times Daymond John, the CEO of FUBU, is no drifter to actuality chock-full and frisked by police. I was stop-and-frisked maybe twenty times in my activity as a adolescent man, John, who is now 47, told . Going aback to the approach that some bodies anticipate that this is the affair to do, I wasn t aloof stop-and-frisked. I would be stopped, frisked, exhausted up, befuddled in cars, and things of that nature. The affair of stop-and-frisk was aloft during the presidential agitation on Monday. Republican applicant Donald Trump hailed stop-and-frisk as an able way to abate crime, but the affairs has generally been criticized for unfairly targeting bodies of color. The affairs in New York City was reigned in by Mayor Bill de Blasio, who took appointment in 2014. Related: For flush blacks, abundance doesn t stop ancestral profiling The abstraction of stop-and-frisk and ancestral profiling is appropriate in the deathwatch of several baleful badge shootings of atramentous men. Earlier in September, two atramentous men were attempt and dead in Tulsa, Oklahoma and Charlotte, North Carolina. Being an African-American male, I ve absent a lot of my accompany to gun abandon in this apple â due to badge and others, John said. But he acclaimed the contempo protests about ancestral issues in the U.S. and said he thinks it s beautiful that we re able to altercate austere issues in lots of altered ways. And he emphasized that stop-and-frisk is an affair that apropos everyone. Many things that accept been healed in this country were not healed by one being or one color, he said. It was all bodies who cared about the appropriate things to do. (New York) First appear September 30, 2016: 3:30 PM ET
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