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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 9:51:30 GMT -5
"They say I have baby skin."
Haha, man. Im getting too funny. There is a lot of comady in being a month old.
"Like I said, your not too bad yourself. How do you get so tan?"
I rub her back gently, felling her skin. I wish I could tan like that.
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 4, 2004 9:53:22 GMT -5
"I lay out in the sun, or I travel to warm places."
I lick his chest and abdomen, which is pale, but toned.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 10:00:53 GMT -5
I reach to caress her bosom. A soft, gental sensation sorounds me. This all so new to me, even a bit hard to understand. But, it makes me feal good inside. I must be too young, maybe dad was right...Oh well, too late now.
I gently kiss her neck, too.
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 4, 2004 10:04:45 GMT -5
I close my eyes. I know he is very naive. Maybe I want too much from him.. but his touch, his body, it all feels so good.
I wonder if for a moment this is not right, but, who cares. Everyone has to grow up someday.
I pull him onto me and I kiss him deeply, running my hands down his back.
He is exquisite, albeit naive.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 10:09:22 GMT -5
There is nothing more in the world I want right now than her. I reach to her face, and kiss her lips.
I run m fingers through her golden hair slowly, I wan tot savor this moment.
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Post by Valkoinen Joki on Aug 4, 2004 10:10:24 GMT -5
i grin slightly. "..., guess you'll have to find out...". i stand still. "if your going to attack, do so... the sooner you will find out". i look at her. "torment?..., its your fault it turned out like this...". i feel someone try to reach out to me. *leave me alone damascus... i am busy*. i grin slightly. "... well, if you want to fight an unfair fight, then attack... but techniqually, you wont be able to hurt me".
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 4, 2004 10:11:02 GMT -5
I hold his head and whisper into his ear.
"Lysander...I want you..."
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 10:12:07 GMT -5
I kiss her cheak.
"Oh, you have no idea."
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 4, 2004 10:14:25 GMT -5
I push him, and roll him onto his back and get on top of him.
I lick him from his neck, along his chest, and down his stomach.
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Post by Deetric Proudmore on Aug 4, 2004 10:16:39 GMT -5
There is a knock on Lysander's door, sharp and quick. "Lysander. I know what your doing in there. Knock it off!"
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 10:18:50 GMT -5
"nuts. I really think you should leave this time. Okay? You can stay if you want, but I wouldnt advise it."
I roll her off, and put on my boxers.
"What are you talking about?"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 4, 2004 10:21:19 GMT -5
"Later"
I teleport from the room to my home. That spoils my day...
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Post by Deetric Proudmore on Aug 4, 2004 10:23:27 GMT -5
"Maybe we'd better talk in person. PASSKEY!" The door slams open, the lock undoing itself and throwing the door open. Deetric steps though, tucking his cloak in behind him, still in his court custom cloths. As he steps through, the door slams closed again, relocking itself. "So, Lysander, growing up fast are you? Well your father maybe naive but I am not so easily tricked."
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 4, 2004 10:26:05 GMT -5
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I was sleeping. See?"
I indicate my boxers, and then run over to put on some jeans.
"Bassarov is my father, you are not."
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Post by Deetric Proudmore on Aug 4, 2004 10:27:01 GMT -5
Deetric walks over to the bed, bends down, and comes up with a bra in his hand. "This your's to?"
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