dreamofthemoon -> RE: :: Get your flirt on :: (11/3/2010 8:13:44 PM)
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ORIGINAL: LanceHughes quote:
ORIGINAL: MistressLavinia HMOG again, the rafters pleassse!!!! <snipped> I thought I had a flirtee on here, But I don't like flirts who flirt with everyone, so I don't have one <snipped> Lance climbs into the rafters to see just what Lavinia finds so interesting that it seems she is always up there. He gently twists his hand into her long, blond hair..... using his grip, he pulls her ear to his mouth and whispers.... "You did like that picture I sent to you in private, didn't you <yanks> bitch?" She starts to breath hard, not knowing where this is going. He lets go of her hair and she almost falls from the rafters, having lost her sense of just how high she was. Lance grabs her and raises her up from her seating position to stand next to him. He holds her firmly and she inhales the scent of his leathers... and his fresh, manly sweat from the exertion of catching her. Lance holds her slightly away, looks into her eyes, and says, "Lavinia, come down from here. Come down from this dangerous place with me. Don't worry, I'll help you....." Lance puts his arm around her waist, holding onto the roof beams above him to steady himself. Lavinia holds tightly to his neck and they safely descend the treacherous path. At the bottom, Lance whispers, "I'm glad I was here to help. I wouldn't want anything nasty to happen to one of my favorites." He lowers her to the ground, pulling a blanket around her. He lightly kisses her forehead and says, "Pleasant dreams, m'dear. See you soon." He strides out of the forum, snatching W2Bear by the collar on his way out. *watches as Lance helps Lavinia down* Oh my! Hehe...[:-] [;)] [:D] quote:
ORIGINAL: SorceressJ Hey wait, there's also peach pie in this room.. Hmm, i don't think peaches are in season in November, [8|] buuuuuttt... assuming it's one of those new-fangled imaginary peach pies... *ahem*... [:D] ...*sashays over to the pie, dips a knife into the freshly baked pastry... the scent of peaches fills the room, reminding one of green fields and warm summer sun... crisp sugary crust browned to perfection and sprinkled with sugar which sparkles as she places a generous slice of the pie on a plate... saunters over to SorceressJ (or whoever's in the vicinity... LanceSir? LadyHib? Poohbear? W2Bear? VAA? [:-]), holding the plate with the pie slice steady in her hand... gingerly takes a finger and glides it though the peach filling, making sure she has enough of a sampling... clears her throat, fluffs up the bewbages [sm=shake.gif] [:D], and in her best Southern drawl, says... "Want a taste, SJ?"... * [sm=preen.gif]
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