Pleba Girls Party: We're coming to the end...oooo can ya feel it?

U2MaNaIcWeIdO · Jul 1, 2007

Alisaura said:
Duly noted

I'm next to a Citgo gas station on East and Joliet Road :wink:

WildHoney · Jul 1, 2007

Wow you girls have been busy :drool:

U2MaNaIcWeIdO · Jul 1, 2007

Hi Wild

Alisaura · Jul 1, 2007

Hey Wild!

How's it going?

I have poured myself a nice strong mug of kahlua and milk... :drool:

mysterious_jen · Jul 1, 2007

Hi Wild

WildHoney · Jul 1, 2007

Sad_Girl said:
You stare at him for the longest time, thinking about how long it’s been since you saw him last and wondering just how it is he can look so good and so messy at the same time. The hair, the scruffy beard… and still absolutely sexy. Sexier, maybe even. Damn that man for the things he makes you feel; he’s more tempting than chocolate. You don’t know why you even bother trying to fight it, you know you can’t resist. Your body has already reacted to the mere sight of him from a distance. Every nerve is on end, tingling with anticipation.

With a sigh of resignation you pull up beside him and roll down the window.

“Lost?” You ask, and that devilish smile creeps across his face, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Not anymore.” He replies, hands on the door, leaning down to your eye level. Your heartbeat actually steps up just from the way he looks at you, and your palms grow damp and slick against the steering wheel. He leans in the window and claims your mouth with a slow, deep kiss that evokes a warm, liquid feeling that spreads throughout your body. He pulls away long enough to open the door, and you turn to face him, your feet on the pavement. Before you can climb out of the car, though, he is kneeling, his hands cupping your face, one sliding up into your hair, his mouth hovering over your and making you tremble with the anticipation of his kiss. He smiles deviously. He knows you’re his for the taking, all he has to do is decide just how to take. He finally closes his mouth over yours, setting off that delicious heat again and making your mind grow cloudy.

He kisses you again, his tongue making slow circles against your own until you whimper with need and he pulls back to look you in the eye again. He loosens the buttons on his shirt and you lean forward eagerly, kissing his chest, sliding your hands over the coarse hair, tasting his slightly salty skin hungrily. You reach his neck and suck on the spot right where his shoulder and neck meet and he moans, sending a shiver through you. Those thick hands of his slide up the sides of your legs, his fingers tracing the tops of your thigh high stockings beneath the hemline of your skirt. It’s your turn to moan now as your thighs begin to tremble at his touch.

He steps back and extends one hand to you, helping you out of the car. As soon as you’re on your feet, he has you pinned against the side of the car, the entire length of his body crushed against your own as he kisses your neck, one hand in your hair, holding you firmly in the position he wants you in. His other hand slides up to begin tracing the top of your stocking again, sliding under your thigh to lift your leg and wrap it around his hip…