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VintagePunk said:




Thanks. :hug: Nothing happened, I was just being a drama queen. Two days from now I'll probably have male attention again and I'll be all "oooh, boys!" :hyper:

Tonight's just sorta sucked. :(
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:sigh: I have to agree with you there. I'm getting no loving from any of the men in my life :heart:
 
AHHH!!! NEAR CLONE!!!! :hug::hug:

*collapses on the floor laughing hystericallly*





Guhh :combust::combust:....SG...I love that cap, its one of my favs...(yes I have them saved on my comp, what?! :tongue: )
 
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A pretty for my Edgey girls. :heart:
 
Russty Cat said:


:hug: I'm so excited for you! It will be so nice to be all done and then get to see the boys! Woohoo! I'm doing good! Only 10 days till I see U2 with a certain other Pleban. :wink: :giggle: I'm so excited! :hyper:
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I'm sure you are!! I'm so excited for you guys! You guys are going to have so much fun together!! Remember to take some good Edgey pics for me eh? :drool:

Great pic of Edge by the way...oh so yummy :drool::drool:
 
Sad_Girl said:


:sigh: I have to agree with you there. I'm getting no loving from any of the men in my life :heart:
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If we're still single in 5 years, wanna hook up? :sexywink:

Oh wait....I think I may already have that agreement with Ruff. :yikes: :lmao:

Oh shit, that wasn't it. We were going to work on a cure together to incite lesbianism, and do away with men altogether.

Must start keeping track of plans with others. :shame: :lol:
 
Russty Cat said:


*points at Edge* He did!

*runs over and smacks ya on the bum with the flip flop o' pain*

Mwhahahahahahahaha! :evil: :lol:
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Are you punishing Edge??
I want in on this :evil:

*grabs a flip flop*
 
VintagePunk said:



If we're still single in 5 years, wanna hook up? :sexywink:

Oh wait....I think I may already have that agreement with Ruff. :yikes: :lmao:

Oh shit, that wasn't it. We were going to work on a cure together to incite lesbianism, and do away with men altogether.

Must start keeping track of plans with others. :shame :lol:
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:laugh:!

No one ever said you had to limit yourself to one. :wink:





Sadly ladies, I must make myself scarce.
Have a wonderful night!
Sweet (or naughty) dreams.
:hug: :heart:


And SG, I hope you have a wonderful birthday! :hug: :happy:
 
CeeCee said:


She's good, thank you. I should probably go out there and lossen her strings a bit. Esp. the g string. It's fucking freezing in this house.
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:yes:

G string eh??? Are we referring to the same clayton? :wink:
 
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You can tell he’s planning something, just by looking at him. He’s got that smirk on his face. You’ve seen it once or twice before, and the memories of those times make you want to smile, too. The man is such a flirt, you can hardly stand it. He loves to tease you, to see if he can make you blush. Which he does. Often.

“Psst. C’mere.” He calls to you, crooking a finger at you, still smirking wickedly, his gorgeous blue eyes shifting from side to side to see if anyone is watching. You approach hesitantly, knowing you’re likely to end up with a heart ache. You always do. He flirts, teases and plays, but never follows through. And your pride won’t let you tell him how badly you want him to follow through.

“What?” You ask, feigning impatience. As if you could ever have something better or more important to do than be with him. He smiles at you playfully, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you around the corner with him into a dimly lit corridor. You can tell he’s been drinking, both by the way he carries himself and the slight bitter scent of beer on his breath as he leans in close to your face and whispers conspiratorially.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He says, and every muscle in your body tenses in anticipation, even if your mind is immediately working to prove to your eager body that he has no intention of doing anything like *that*.

“Really?” You manage to ask, your throat feeling dry, suddenly. Your voice is a hoarse whisper and you lick your dry lips self-consciously. “What’s that?” You ask, your voice only slightly stronger this time.

He smiles at you, stepping in close and making you take an instinctive step back. He chuckles under his breath at you and you frown back at him. He advances again and this time you stand your ground.

“Close your eyes.” He tells you, his whiskey burned voice hot and wet in your ear. You can feel the heat radiating from his broad chest as he stands so close to you there’s less than an inch of air seperating your bodies. You hesitate for a moment, but he’s watching you closely and grinning, waiting for you to play along. You might be a fool, but you do. You close your eyes and he whispers again, his breath hot against the skin of your neck this time.

You bite your lip to keep from whimpering, your body aching with need from simply standing so close to him. He sways slightly, his balance a little uneven from drinking, and his chest brushes feather light against your own, but you know he felt the way your nipples tented the soft fabric of your shirt; felt the brush of hard flesh against his skin. Maybe if he would button his shirt once in awhile, you think defensively, but immediately your skin flushes even hotter at the thought of his naked chest peaking out from under the white silk shirt.

“Ready?” He asks, and you nod slightly, your eyes still closed tight. You can feel him moving, but aren’t certain what he’s up too until you feel something brush against your lips. You gasp in shock, and when your lips part you feel his finger slide in between them slightly, brushing over the tender skin of your lower lip. Your mouth begins to water as soon as the taste of whipped cream, Coffee and Irish Whiskey. You smile instinctively and open your eyes. He remembered.

The intamacy of the moment doubles as you realize that he remembered the conversation you’d had in which you suggested cold Irish Coffee was possibly your favorite thing in the world. He smiles at you now, his face maybe three inches from yours, his head bowed toward yours.

You lean forward slightly, your hand rising to take him by the wrist and hold his hand in place as you close your mouth over the length of his finger and slowly lick it clean. You hear his breathing grow rapid and shallow, feel his body tense next to yours and it hits you like a bolt of lightning. He wants you. He wants you the way you have wanted him for so long. You’re more intoxicated by this revelation than if you’d been drinking all night. The moment you lean back, releasing his hand, his mouth closes over yours, his hand in your hair, and the entire length of his body is pressed hard against yours.

He kisses you hard, his lips firm, his tongue demanding, deep and rough as his free hand breeches the soft fabric of your shirt to find your soft skin with his slightly callused fingers. You break the kiss, gasping for air and letting your head fall back against your shoulders, your eyes directed unseeing toward the ceiling. He’s moaning softly, his lips against the soft skin at the base of your neck, the heat and vibration from his voice rushing through you like a wildfire.

Your hand laces up into his soft, shaggy hair and you breath in deeply; loving the way he smells. You also love the way his stubbled cheek feels as is it brushes against kiss sensitive flesh. He murmers sweetly as he traces a line of kisses down your chest, sinking to his knees before you to kiss your belly. His hands are on your hips possesively as he looks up at you and you see the look in his eye. Your lips part slightly in shock and your body floods with heat in anticipation of his next move…
 
SG.. :ohmy:

:drool: :drool:

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This part is perhaps why you're one of my favourite writers. Such universal feelings and themes:

"“Psst. C’mere.” He calls to you, crooking a finger at you, still smirking wickedly, his gorgeous blue eyes shifting from side to side to see if anyone is watching. You approach hesitantly, knowing you’re likely to end up with a heart ache. You always do. He flirts, teases and plays, but never follows through. And your pride won’t let you tell him how badly you want him to follow through."

Sort of how I'm feeling tonight.
 
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