Yes, I need sleep...and to think, I was ready for bed at 11:30. 
VintagePunk said:
Night darling
But we left you some good stuff to read.
VintagePunk said:Wild!!!!
wish I could stay, but I'm beat.
~BrightestStar~ said:
What...no goodnight kiss? *sigh*
Night Wild
WildHoney said:
No problem hope you have a wet one......
shower that is when you wake up
but now it's starting to ache again..so I really should get to bed.
Night!
VintagePunk said:BTW, they played Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses tonight.
i hope they play it in europe 
~BrightestStar~ said:Let's see what I can cook up.....
Gazing up, you tak in the deep blue sky, clear, and full of stars. A half moon providing all the light you need as you pad along the path in your bare feet. A warm breeze causes the lush foliage around you to rustle and sway, as the scent of tropical flowers and the salty kiss of the ocean washes over you.
The pool is just ahead, despite the temperate weather, a steam can be seen rising from the pool, causing the scene to take on an almost dream like appearence in the moonlight.
The only sound is of the water gently lapping, and you prepare yourself for a nice, relaxing swim. You stop short as you realize that you are not alone...despite the very late hour. You drop your towel.....as the unknown swimmer emerges from the water. Placing to large, strong hands upon the tiled edge, the muscles in his arms tensing as he pushes himself upwards, revealing a broad, strong back. Entranced you gaze at the streams of water as they trail down his back, reflecting the play of muscles as he moves...until your attention is brought back to the reason you lost your towel in the first place...
Having escaped the pool facing away from you, you seem to have remained unnoticed, a good thing since you've gone beet red. He stretchs leisurely, and you know you should look away, not stare at that thick dark hair, all mussed about...or that broad, strong back, that tapers down...before reaching a fine..muscular ...
Towel. He's wrapped himself now.
"It's really quite fine..." A whisper with a soft irish lilt....you look up guility and are met with a cocky grin, and sparkling blue eyes.
"Oh?"
"The water I mean, it's good for a swim..." He pauses, a distincly miscevious glint in his eyes.."if that's your intentions..." And somehow he's moved in on you. Standing before you, his presence is overwelming your senses, yet he doesn't intimidate you.
He continues moving closer..and instinctively you take a step back. And again. And Again.
Finally he leans foreward, his mouth by your ear, he whispers..."How far ye wanna go?"
Suffering a mixed response, you wheel back, expecting to give him a scolding for being so damn foreward (not that you don't like it...)..and suddenly you feel like your walking on air....falling backwards, the water is a sudden shock, momentarily dimming the warm heat that had begun to wash over you. You surface sputtering and indignant.....which only causes him to laugh harder, his eyes scrinching up and twinkling merrily. You pout.
He notices your expression, and crouches, leaning foreward.."I'm sorry" (he doesn't look it).."Are you alright, luv? I meant no harm..." He trails a finger down your cheek. A finger attached to an arm, which with one firm tug, causes him to topple in beside you.
With surprising speed he regains his composure and corners you. A hand placed firmly on either side of you. He stands to his full height, looking down upon you..but not with anger. Instead he gazes into your eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering..before it drops lower..slowly moving over you, and you can almost feel the heat of it. He presses closer and you become increasingly aware of his lack of bathing wear. You can sense his confidence, but also his need... for approval, for response.
Hot and slick..his mouth and tongue move up your neck....he hovers as he reaches your ear. You can feel his breath blowing across your skin, you shiver in response. You can hear him lick his lips, take a breath before breathing..."You are very....very...naughty...." One of his hands has dipped below the surface, is tracing invisible shaps on your hip..up your side..and down again. He's so close...you ache to touch....to taste...to run your tongue along his neck...your hands across his chest...
He's watching you, as he moves in, pausing just before contact. You focus on his lips, as he makes you wait, as his tongue darts out, slowly moving across his lower lip. Slightest move, his lips meet yours, a feather touch, he commands you to close your eyes. After a pause you obey, and are rewarded. His mouth closes on yours, captring your lower lip he nips and suckles.. you melt against him, your hands moving up his back, through his damp hair. Intenisfying, in need and heat, the kiss becomes harder, hungrier, his hands roaming your body, you let out a small moan. And you can taste him, as asserts himself, possesses you, claims you. He presses your hips to his, his hand on your hip as he rocks, breaking the kiss to moan into your shoulder. Nipping and sucking his way back to your lips.
With little effort, his chunky hands wrap round your waist, lifting you up, and setting you on the ledge. His tongue blazes a trail downwards, his hands running slowly down the outside of your thighs, before creeping inwards, and upwards at a tortureous pace. His tongue dips into your belly buttons, before his teeth graze the edge of your bikini bottoms...
Thought, no longer possible, just senses...heat..wet...more..want...don't stop...
But he's pulling you foreward, back into the water, and crushing himself against you. You tease him with your fingers, enjoy eliciting the moans and whimpers, the deep groans..
Suddenly his fingers follow the trail of his tongue, he swiftly covers our mouth was his, practically growling as your grip tightens....
A single hand trails up your side, quickly loosening the bow of your suit, and allowing it to float away....you revel in the scratch of his stubble as he nuzzles your neck, the feel of his tongue...the sharp feel as he grazes you with his teeth....
At your ear again, he's rocking against you...both of you breathing harshly..he moans into your ear, almost a whimper..his voice is rouch, deep and quiet..he pleads..."please.....please....I..nnee" his voice catches as he moans again...
It takes all your strenth to whisper, as you kiss his temple.."Need what?"
He's griping your hips, his hands wrapped around your waist.."you...I ...need you..pleaseee..." It come out as a growl...
No longer able to speak, your response is to pull him foreward...His moan lost in your mouth as he claims you again......
.....Eyes closed you nuzzle his neck as he holds you close, the two of you melted against eachother. Having moved to a stair, the water laps around your sholders, as he presses kisses into your hair.
Holding him close, you both shift to look as the first rays of light and colour begin to fill the clear sky.
Whew!
What a ride...my hands hurt...
OMG that just nearly killed me, the perfect thing to wake up to
Sad_Girl said:
Your heart jumps when you see him there. Fear? Yes. But not of the usual sort. He looks up slowly, giving you that glower he reserves especially for you. He scowls and frowns and other people, but none of them seem to have earned the full on sneer he directs your way. His attitude is almost as unnerving as the desire he stirs inside of you. You try and ignore him. As if there was any chance of that happening. You toss the bag of shredded paper into the recycling bin and the lid drops shut with a bang as you turn to flee back into the building. Your muscles all tense, your heart beginning to race, as you see that he’s moved between you and the door. He leans against the wall, near enough the door you know there is no way you’re going in it unless he wants you too. Same with the mouth of the dead-end alley. His long legs would have him in front of you again in a heartbeat if you tried to go around that way. You can’t let him see that you’re intimidated. You square your shoulders and thrust out your chin, looking him in the eye defiantly. You try to step around him toward the door, but find yourself quickly backed up against the wall as he steps in close, his bare chest in your face.
“What do you want?” You demand, hoping he doesn’t hear the tremor in your voice.
“I want you to admit it.” He tells you, his accent thicker than usual. When he’s particularly passionate about something, you can hardly understand him his accent gets so thick.
“Admit what?” You ask defiantly. You know damn well what he wants to hear. He wants you to tell him how much you want him, how he makes you yearn to be touched, kissed, taken by him. You won’t do it. You promised yourself a long time ago you wouldn’t. It drives him crazy; the way you act. Rather, the way you don’t seem to react to him the way every other woman does. He steps in closer, you have to turn your head to keep your face from touching his chest. One toned arm on either side of you, barring any evasion. You curse yourself for how much this is turning you on. He leans down, his face an inch from yours. Behind the dark glasses, you can see those intense eyes searching your face for some sign. Damn it, why can’t you make your breathing come slower? You’re practically panting!
“Tell me.” He whispers, his lips brushing against your own as he speaks. Your entire body trembles, and you feel like there are fireworks exploding inside of you, in those places which you’re trying so desperately to control or ignore.
“I don’t know what you’re…” you try to argue, your voice barely a whisper. The feeling of your own lips brushing against his as you speak makes you weak in the knees. He smiles at you and you know you’ve lost. Damn that smile. He can see the desire in your eyes, feel your chest brush up against him as you breathe. You’re certain he’s about to claim your mouth, declare his victory, when he leans back slightly and off to the side. Those generous lips find the side of your neck; that spot right where neck and shoulder meet which makes you whimper. You want to fight. At least to try. His tongue against your skin seems to have paralyzed you though. Your hands are against his chest, his skin os smooth and hot, the muscle beneath it firm and flexing as he presses against you and begins to move. *Oh good lord!* you think, you’re close! How is it possible? Your fully clothed, he’s barely touched you?
You moan despite yourself, your eyes drifting shut, and you feel his mouth leave your skin cold and bare as he leans back to look at you. You feel his breath against your lips and more than anything you want to know what it’s like to kiss that sexy mouth. The desire has turned into need, a driving urgent need. You lean forward, your lips searching for his, but all they meet is air. Your eyes flutter open in confusion and he’s looking at you, watching you.
“Admit it.” He says and you frown. He hasn’t won. You won’t let him. He smiles and shrugs, turning and starting to walk away. Without thinking you reach out and stop him, grabbing his wrist. You hate it, but you know you’ll be miserable if he doesn’t finish what he started. Nothing else will help, either. Just him. He turns back and you lick your lips fighting your pride for the sake of this urgent physical need. He leans back in, hovering over you but not touching. Teasing. Torturing.
“I…” You say, losing your voice as he lowers his head to hover over the skin on your neck, his breath in your ear, on your skin. Still not touching. You step up on tip toe and claim his neck with your own mouth. Two can play at this game, you think. You feel his muscles flex under your touch. He’s so close to you you can actually feel him smile. He backs away and shakes his head at you. There’s only one way he’s going to touch you.
“I admit it.” You whisper, your eyes downcast. He places a hand under your chin and makes you look into his eyes. “I want you.” You tell him finally, and before you have time to be embarassed, his mouth is on your with such a force it knocks you back a step, his tongue plunging into your mouth with a fast, hard rhythm; the same rhythm as his hips as he grinds against you…
WildHoney said:Afternoon Jemma
how are you? not even had my breakfast yet
WildHoney said:I'm waiting to do the catch up later....
Addicted??? No
16 pages... i went to bed once and there was a whole thread and a half to catch up on
Will you be on later? I've got to go to my dad's for a BBQ in a mo
Dismantled said:I"M BACK!!!! boy was lastnight amazing they played "Horses" ...what a amazing show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We were nearly on the rail the whole time!!!!! I am still high from everything and oh yeah..one more thing...
I MET BONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have to go but I will give details later....GIRLS I MET BONO!!!!
How r you today?
What's new and exciting?
Gotta go for awhile
Sad_Girl said:Did you catch that article on Pleba? Bono and Adam working out? Good imagination food there!
That brings some interesting thoughts to mind... 
