Pleba Girls: Crossing All Limbs

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Russty Cat said:


:lmao: That is too funny! I love a guy who knows how to get goofy and have fun at the right time! :heart:

Luckily my girlfriends are insane and love to mess aboot. :wink: The whole accent thing started because on one of our trips late one night I got really tired and my southern accent got alot thicker. They started teasing me that they couldn't understand what I was saying and immitating me. So I started doing a really bad valley girl imitation. That parlayed into one of the girls doing a British accent. Way to many goofy women in one car late at night can be very scary. :lol:
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I :heart: road trips :love:
 
Russty Cat said:


:lmao: That is too funny! I love a guy who knows how to get goofy and have fun at the right time! :heart:

Luckily my girlfriends are insane and love to mess aboot. :wink: The whole accent thing started because on one of our trips late one night I got really tired and my southern accent got alot thicker. They started teasing me that they couldn't understand what I was saying and immitating me. So I started doing a really bad valley girl imitation. That parlayed into one of the girls doing a British accent. Way to many goofy women in one car late at night can be very scary. :lol:
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I had to do an experiment for my Public Speaking class last term, and I talked in an Irish accent every time I was at the store or at a restaurant for like two weeks. Boy did I learn who my real friends were! I don't think it was embarassing. I can actually do several accents pretty well. :madspit: they're just no fun! :wink:
 
Well. Let's see. I have: 6 Canadian pennies, 4 Canadian nickles, 1 Canadian dime and 1 canadian quater. I also have 1 Duetchmark with a 5 on it, a nickle from Burmuda, 2 Irish 2ps, a 5 cent coint from the Netherlands, a 2 FR from someplace and a 10 from the same place as the 2 Fr. (France maybe? I dunno.)

Maybe I should take htte 2 irish ps with me and give them back to proper Irish hands. :wink:
 
greeneyedgirl said:
*Runs across the border and gives VP a hug*

Oops!! Watch out for customs!!
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:lmao:

That reminds me, once this friend from the US was coming up to see me, and when he got to the border, it was really late at night - 11-ish, so there was no line up. He had no idea...he just kept going through.

He wasn't very happy when he was telling me about it and I nearly peed myself laughing. :lmao: The guard came out of the booth and damn near chased him down the road till he stopped...
 
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Hopefully this is satisfactory and meets everyones.....needs. :wink:

:)

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Downing one last drink, you decide that perhaps it's time to call it a night, most of your friends left awhile ago. It's late, and the pub is mostly empty, only a few stragglers left behind.
Heading out into the night you leave the warm, light and friendly haze of the pub behind you, and greet the night. It's raining softly, distorting the world around you, softening the edges. The night is warm, however, so you do not heed the rain, continuing merrily on your way.
Lost in your own world, you wander along throught the darkness. Safe in the knowlede that no one can hear you, you start to hum......which eventually leads to you singing. Loudly. And you're having a grand old time.
That is until you realize that a voice has joined yours. One that isn't your own. No, it's soft and warm...melodic....a rich male voice. And you should be more started, scared even. You should run away, yet you've slowed down. And here you stand, in the rain, quiet as you listen to his voice, and the quiet splash of his ever approaching footsteps.
He's not coming any closer, and he's quieted, simply humming the melody now. You turn and drink him in. Leaning, oh so casually against the light stand and oozing confidence. Strong arms, clad in leather crosssed over a broad chest. Dark hair, wet and and falling into a face graced with the slightest hint of a smirk. And eyes, that are slowly, purposefully moving over ever inch of your body, pausing now and then. Appraisal complete, he meets your eyes, and purses his lips. You both consider eachother.
Suddenly you recognize him. He was in the pub, sitting in the far corner. He seemed to know everyone, would be anybody's friend, and missed nothing that was going on around him.
You inquire as to why he's followed you. He's slow to answer, smiling as he pushes off the post, and moves in, closer to you. "Because, I couldn't very well let a pretty lil thing such as yourself.." And he pauses, his eyes quickly glancing over you once more, " go home all by herself, now could I, luv?" And you suddenly become aware of just how close he is.....his breath whispering across your cheek.
Taking a deep breath, you roll your eyes. Tell him you hardly need an escort. You're perfectly fine on your own. Gathering what will power you have left, you turn to walk away. As you do, his hand brushes against the exposed skin of your hip...heat rushing through you. It takes all your strength to walk away, but he follows.
You give him a sideways glance, see the sly smirk on his face, and the way his eyes are following...behind you.
Reaching out, he wraps his arm around your waist. Pulls you hard up against his side. Leans down, his scruff rough against your cheek, his breath hot against your neck. " A Gentleman..." He whispers, "would kindly walk ye home. Make sure you get there without any incident."
Suddenly he playfully nips your ear lobe, before grabbing and twsitng you suddenly, your back up against the wall. His body pressing hard against you, one hand playing round your hip, and you can feel the heat of him...and the leather. You gasp in surprise and look up to meet his eyes. Watch a drop of rain fall on his cheek, watch it's slow descent downwards, wandering, slowly over one full pouty lip...his toungue peeking out and capturing it before it can continue it's journey. He notices your focus, and the smirk returns.
He leans in again, pressing his hips more firmly against yours, rocking slightly. Mouth and tongue leaving a heated, wet trail down your neck. Nipping your shoulder, you try to react, only to find you can't. Deceptive strength holding you in place. He rocks again, whimpers in your ear, and you close your eyes, can't deny the sensations.
Freeing one of his hands, he slides it up and under your shirt, trails it lightly across your stomach. As he pauses to undo a zipper, he leans in once more.
After whispering his words, his voice rough, but softened by the itish lilt, he sees the acceptance in your eyes. Agressive, insistent, capturing your mouth, hot and wet. Need and want.
You hear his words once more, "But I'm no gentleman."




Ta da!
:reject:


Walls. :combust:
 
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