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Post by Helene on Apr 10, 2004 3:37:20 GMT -5
I pull aganist the straps. I like leather. Alot. I roll my tounge around in his mouth. I took it a little farther and bit his lip, drawing blood. I suck the blood from his lip. It taste heavenly. I pull back and smile.
So... What are you planning to do to me? I'll let you do anything to me to please myself. I smile, exposing my sharp teeth. Your wish is my pleasure.
((Im going to bed. NOW. We can finish later.))
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2004 3:42:11 GMT -5
"Why don;t we go back to the apartment. I will show you how to be a better leader." Bassarov slides the hand that was on Mischa's lower back down and grabs his a'ss.
"Yes, let's go."
He pulls Mischa's body into him and teleports him to their room.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Apr 10, 2004 3:51:02 GMT -5
"ooo, feeling frisky, Volodya?"
I run my leg up against his, and wrap my arms around his muscular back, and bite his lower lip.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2004 3:58:41 GMT -5
"You know, the rebels think you are my b'itch, and well, they are right." Bassarov says as he unbuttons Mischa's gray military style shirt. He runs his hands up Mischa's bare chest and kisses his ears and neck.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Apr 10, 2004 4:02:44 GMT -5
I feel a little insulted by his words. I've been slowly developing an inferiority complex, being simply the shadow of Bassarov.
"Oh are they?"
I grab his wrists, pin him down on the bed, growling into his ear. I bite his ear and tug it, running my nails up and down his sides.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2004 4:13:06 GMT -5
"Well now, maybe they were wrong about you, boy toy."
Bassarov sees him as an equal, and it is only by circumstances that Bassarov is more well known. Both men are great revolutionaries.
Bassarov strips out of his clothes, and then unbuckled the large silver buckle of Misha's belt, and pulls off Mischa's cargo pants. He then pulls Mischa's body down on him, and grasps him tightly.
"I want you to show me whose really in charge." He whispers into Mischa's ear.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Apr 10, 2004 4:23:47 GMT -5
I feel a surge of power with his words. I bite his nipple hard, and lick down his body. I position myself inbetween his legs, and wrap his my lips around his c'ock. My tongue rubs up against his hard shaft, I grab the base of it and start jerking up and down, and wrap my other arm around his leg.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2004 4:40:42 GMT -5
Bassarov moans and his legs jolt, he grabs Mischa's head, his hands pulling at the course strands of wavy hair.
"Oh god...that I don't believe in...."
Mischa persists until Bassarov can endure it no longer. He pushes his comrade off of him, turns him around and licks his back.
He leans into Mischa from behind, entering him as he kisses the back of his neck.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Apr 10, 2004 4:44:29 GMT -5
I tilt my head back into his shoulder, and bite Bassarov's ear, letting out a silent groan.
"Ohh that feels nice..."
I run my arms up his sides, slightly clawing.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2004 4:59:38 GMT -5
"Tbi Zhneesh ya nuzhen tebya."
Bassarov rocks his body into Mischa, fast and hard. He breathe deeper with the electric sensation of being sheathed in by Mischa's tight a'ss.
"Ya xochy tebya...."
Bassarov digs his nails into Mischa's flat and muscular back as he pushes harder against him.
"Ya lubly tbi. Tbi ochenb xoposhei."
When the constriction and motion is too much to bear, he releases into his comrade, to seal the passion of their
fruitless union.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Apr 10, 2004 5:26:27 GMT -5
I lay down on my stomach, it's been awhile since I'd had sex like that. I can feel my heart pound against the bed, I've never been so emotionally satisfied before.
"Eto... eto xoposho tovareesh..."
That's the wonderful thing about two men together, as opposed to a man and a woman, because we are equal, we can both give and receive.
I suddenly gain my second wind, get back up, and wrap my arms around him, kissing him passionately. I bite and tug on his lip, and slide my finger inside him. I want to give him what he gives me.
I nibble on the underside of his chin, and work my way behind him. I rest my arms on his muscular stomach, and slowly slide myself inside of him. I hold it there, nibble on his ear, and brush my cheek against his.
I could stay like this forever.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2004 6:00:06 GMT -5
Entry is tight and forced, Bassarov archeshis back as Mischa enters, but once he is inside, the feeling is not so uncomfortable. It is good, a reversal of the natural motions there. He closes his eyes tightly and squeezes Mischa's arms for stability as the man grinds inside him.
"Sp....asiba..." Bassarov moans.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2004 6:11:31 GMT -5
(( Sleep well my beloved, I must go now. I hope to see you soon. Until then, bye love.))
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Post by Keitoleinen on Apr 10, 2004 8:09:21 GMT -5
Keitoleinen fastens her tightly, pulling the leather straps so tight they cut into her soft skin. He licks the blood the seeps from the wounds in her wrists and ankles. Although she is secure, her body still slides a little on the surface of the table. A table made slick by the blood of his poor victims.
Keitoleinen removes his clothes and smirks at the rows of groaning prisoners. They writhe in pain on the mold infested gray walls of the chamber.
"Come now, cheer up! You should be glad to have some entertainment for once!!"
Keitoleinen slides on top of her and licks her face.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2004 8:12:35 GMT -5
((In case anyone gets post happy i have started a new thread. When there are 30 pages here, post there))
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