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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 15, 2004 2:33:33 GMT -5
"We might be more comfortable if we went to your room." Bassarov picks her up and brings her to her bed room. She is not a heavy woman, but heavy enough to Bassarov, who is not the strongest guy around.
He sets her on her bed tenderly, sitting beside her, and kissing her bare, pale shoulder once again.
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Post by TheWyrm on Aug 15, 2004 2:33:46 GMT -5
((Hmm, the magi are in reference to the three wisemen, and the third one was named gaspar, unless it was mistranslated when translated into English.))
"AH!!! SON OF A B'ITCH!!"
I shake my hand like mad. Now my pride is on the line. Despite being shocked and wounded, the three still network fine. I change from my old Linux interface to a GUI, and use my mouse to fight off the invader, freeing my hand from typing. Luckily, all of the hard work was done with anyways.
The trap is set.
*EDIT*
Searching on google for "three wise men" Gaspar yields 933 results, searching for "three wise men" Casper yields 420.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 15, 2004 2:35:47 GMT -5
"Yes.... more.... comfortable..." I nuzzle his head gently. I continue to touch him, to fondle him as he does the same to me. I am now almost mad with passion, and I don't want him to stop, not now, not ever...
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Post by Aristarchus on Aug 15, 2004 2:36:44 GMT -5
-I sigh and pick another peach for Cathie.
-"So tell me about your life, and when you were the happiest."
-There are many things I do not know about the fairy.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Aug 15, 2004 2:40:07 GMT -5
(that's just how I saw it printed)
The two inflicted systems begin to collapse as their software is overwritten by the invading program, however it somehow doesn't seem to spread to the third. The screens on both of the first machines are now occupied by an image of a Nazi flag. "Your plan is hopeless, mortal. You are too slow, hindered by your flesh... You can become part of the future if you renounce your beliefs and bow before me as your god."
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Aug 15, 2004 2:41:23 GMT -5
"I errr..."
I cut off Zinn accidentally.
"ha ha... well what I meant... Yeah I play mandolin..."
I smile and turn away, trying to hide my red face. Why am I so self conscious all of a sudden..? We reach the pub.
"So here we are... I'll lead you to my favorite seat."
I sit down in a stool that's seldom used. Another seat is open next to it. We take a seat at the bar.
"You know, I spent more time in here than anywhere else before I joined with the anarchists. This place means a lot to me, and I'm kind of glad they scaled it down to a pub, even if I can't play here anymore. Although it's funny... I've never shown this place to Simona or Antero. Simona doesn't drink, and alcohol isn't really strong enough for Antero..."
I run my hand through my hair, feeling very vulnerable right now. As though I'm showing her my tender under belly.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 15, 2004 2:42:10 GMT -5
Despite Zero's eagerness, Bassarov tries to remain calm, since he is normally a calm person and does not want to rush her, though she seems to have no qualms at all with it.
He unzips her black jeans and slides them down her legs. He also removes her undergarments, placing those on the floor as well.
He runs his hands up the soft skin of her slim legs, up her thighs, kissing her behind her ear as he does this.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Aug 15, 2004 2:44:14 GMT -5
I am already moist with passion, and the cool air on my legs excites me even more. My hand reaches into Bassarov's pants, and I am somewhat surprised as I touch his manhood... Something that I have never touched before, and it excites me to no end. "Oh, Valodya... Oh! Please..."
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Post by Yuber on Aug 15, 2004 2:44:27 GMT -5
Yuber reaches into her jacket and fundles her full breast. "That's checks out just fine." He feels all along her thighs and up to her mid back section. "oh yes, its coming along quite nicely, you check out in perfect health." He grips her breast again and kisses her deeply. His other hand feels along her inner thigh. He puls his head away a little bit "Yes, you feel just fine."
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Post by Hera on Aug 15, 2004 2:50:39 GMT -5
Then, "she" comes into my mind.
Hera, what are you doing? This is wrong. You don't even know Dr. Yuber. Shouldn't you wait until you are married?"
"I don't buy that religious crap." I tell her
But think of me, and Peter, you will stain my spirit...
"Do you really think I care? Now buzz off...."
I look at Yuber again and try to tune out that voice in my head. She is just a little prude, and I am not like that at all.
I don't have to be like that.
"I am not a doctor, but I can look you over, Yuber..."
I take off his clothes, and run my hands all along his body.
Stop it Hera!!
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Post by TheWyrm on Aug 15, 2004 2:51:41 GMT -5
((Ah well, not really important anyways. You're just stalling because Gaspar will be your doom! [Yes I'm that arrogant...]))
The invasion slows to a hault, as I try to nurse my hand back to health. I accept the fact that I've lost my other two machines, but am completely irritated at the fact that there's a swastika on them. I clench my teeth.
"I guess you didn't all die with Hitler. Well, you've reached Stalingrad motherfuc'ker!"
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Post by Yuber on Aug 15, 2004 2:54:05 GMT -5
When Hera takes off Yuber's clothing, it's easy to see that he's excited about the moment. It appears that he's completly clean shaven too. He lets her examine him. Then he removes the rest of her clothing. "I hope that I'll pass inspection." He smiles rougishly at her and kisses her breasts lightly, both his hands at her waist.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Aug 15, 2004 2:55:08 GMT -5
"Interesting analogy... The Furher is now a deity, to be worshipped and admired, but not to be utterly obeyed. I don't have to follow higher orders, I AM THE FURHER!" The infection once again begins to spread into the third computer, even faster than on the first two.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 15, 2004 2:58:08 GMT -5
Bassarov unbuckles his belt, and slips his pants off. He also takes off his favorite boxers which have little sickles and hammers on them. He always considered them lucky, if not cool.
He kisses the base of her neck and tilts her head back as he touches her more senstive places, first softly, then with more ferver, slipping his slender and dexterous fingers inside of her.
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Post by Karen on Aug 15, 2004 3:00:01 GMT -5
i sit up as she does and my arm goes aroun her back instintively, preventing her from leaving yet. "kuroga?...". i look at her, but she is lookign away, i reach up and make her look at me, with out eyes locked my right hand goes up and around her ear, brushing hair behind it then back down to her chin. "whats wrong?... please tell me".
((this one is sry for not replying sooner, it seems this one has gotten side tracked, sry again. ^_^))
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