Russty Cat
Rock n' Roll Doggie FOB
Snooky pie said:
Nah if I wanted to kill you I'd post this
That is just not fair! *dies*
Snooky pie said:
Nah if I wanted to kill you I'd post this
Who wants to be the mic?Russty Cat said:
That is just not fair! *dies*
Snooky pie said:
B has got to be the only man to ever provoke dirty thoughts while wearing a dress
Snooky pie said:Wild
Snooky pie said:
MBS said:
I'm doing OK, How are you?WildHoney said:
Snooky
it seems like ages since i was online with you
How are you hun?
*gasp* shame on youRussty Cat said:
The face he is making in this picture reminds me of something.
Snooky pie said:But Daddy I want this one!!
Snooky pie said:
*gasp* shame on you
It's the new "IT" toy for Christmas this year!WildHoney said:
*Wild's jaw drops and points at picture whilst lands on the keyboard*
ME WANT
Snooky pie said:
I'm doing OK, How are you?
I know it has been ages
Snooky pie said:
It's the new "IT" toy for Christmas this year!
WildHoney said:
You girls do know that this photo is supposedly taken in one of Bono's bedrooms in his Irish house, temple Hill
Russty Cat said:Hi Wild! How ya doing? Hows NI?
MBS said:
Demanding and giving. He's well aware of the power he holds. Knows how to use it and abuse it.
That smile, those eyes.....mischevious, wicked, intense. Irresistable. Sharp blue eyes, easy to get lost in......full lower lip, a slight smirk, letting you know he knows that you want him.
bad.
The smell of leather, and spice and him washing over you as he closes in. A predator. Trapping you.....circling you....backing you into a corner. No where to go, nothing else. Just you and him.
The heat.....burning, radiating from him. His body so close to yours. Hovering. Not touching. Just waiting. He's watching you....eyes trailing slowly, casually up the lines of your body. Pausing, a murmur of appreciation, before gazing into blue again.
Coolness on your back, a sharp contrast to the heat, the weight of him. Pressing against you. So close. Breath hot and moist on your neck, stubble rough on your cheek.
'Tell me, love.....' Nothing more than a whisper, soft and lilting...persuasive....needing...wanting...
Close your eyes and resist. "what?"
Lips moving softly against yours, feather light touch of a hand along your neck, down, along your side. "Tell me."
You try to kiss him, but he pulls back. He smirks. "Tsk...luv...is that any way for a lady to behave? hmm?" Hand plays along the hem of your shirt.
"Please" A whimper more than a word.
A pause. Then lips, firm and demanding, hot and wet. Insistent, teasing you to submit. Body against yours, friction and need, heat, and hardness, muscle, strength. Surrounded by him, invaded by him.
It's all about him, and that's just the way he likes it.
Scuse any incoherence......