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Post by Simona Weil on Sept 22, 2004 22:31:53 GMT -5
I grip his strong arms with my hands. I close my eyes and start to cry. Not a flood of sad tears, but just light tears of something lost that can not be regained. They are empty tears.
I move my hands up his arms and bring his head down to my face so he can kiss me.
My breathing is heavy, as if I have been running. I have been running because if I stop I might have to think and feel. It might all catch up to me
I make exhausted breaths into his ear, which I kiss between gulps for air
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Sept 22, 2004 22:35:21 GMT -5
Kaze kept nibbling on his ear, and when he moved against her she accidently bit his ear. She could taste his blood in her mouth. "Oh I'm sorry..." she sucked on his ear, she could still taste his blood.
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Post by H on Sept 22, 2004 22:36:50 GMT -5
"Nymphs? There are nymphs as well?" I suppose I shouldnt be too shocked.
"So tell me about the revolution. What actually happened to make the world so bad? Was it like the Russian revolution?"
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Post by Ivan T. Boomstar on Sept 22, 2004 22:37:19 GMT -5
Ivan feels a strong sexual connection with Simona. He quickens his pace, breathing heavily through his smoke rithen lungs. Their breaths going back and forth make an awkward symphony. He kisses her while thrusting in. He collapses his body onto hers, feeling her curves with his chest. He runs his lips down her neck, as he thrusts in and out at a pace that rivals his heart beat.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Sept 22, 2004 22:38:37 GMT -5
Linnea blushes, "Oh sorry Mischa. I was just stopping by I was hoping he could hear me cause he seemed somewhat distracted before."
After a moment, she answered again. "But yes we certainly interesting people."
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Post by Zhuge Liang on Sept 22, 2004 22:42:43 GMT -5
"Good evening my lady, it is good to see you."
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Post by Simona Weil on Sept 22, 2004 22:43:44 GMT -5
My body feels very warm and disconnected, but this time it is not a bad disconnected.
I feel like I am sinking and losing touch with reality, while at the same time becoming increasingly warm.
Burning and sinking I hold onto him tighter and kiss with more passion. I lick the side of his face.
And I feel that I am pulsing, tightening, and building up.
I hold his hands, digging my nails into them
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 22, 2004 22:44:10 GMT -5
I giggle.
"It's alright Linnea. He usually is pretty busy, so I apologize on his behalf."
I turn to Heather.
"Well, the revolution was very similar to the Russian Revolution actually. It all started in Latin America..."
I start to drone on about the revolution.
"...and like the Russian Revolution, it turned sour. Where instead of the working class leading and ruling itself, it turned into a beauracratic elite ruling the working class."
I turn back to Linnea.
"Is there anything I can get for you instead?"
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Sept 22, 2004 22:45:57 GMT -5
"Well not really.. I don't want to go back to work on the mural just yet, so if there isn't anything around here to do then I'll just stop home quick and get something to eat."
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Post by H on Sept 22, 2004 22:48:30 GMT -5
"That's really exciting. I feel a little well...embarassed. I am nowhere near the kind of revolutionary you or Bassarov are. All I did was protests and a few forums."
I feel ashamed of how pathetic my political contributions were.
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Post by Ivan T. Boomstar on Sept 22, 2004 22:49:31 GMT -5
Ivan thrusts back and forth more and more powerfully. He sticks his tongue so far in her mouth that it feels like it's going to go down her throat. He pushes himself into her and out of her faster and harder and faster and harder. He moans with pleasure. His body is covered with sweat, as is hers. He kisses her again and holds onto her hands. The pain of her nails feels good. Pain is only more pleasurable. Ivan gasps for breath as he continues to lay into her strong.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 22, 2004 22:50:31 GMT -5
"Alright, sorry I couldn't be of much help." I say to Linnea. "My apartment is the one with the hole in the ceiling if you need me."
I turn back to Heather.
"Ah don't worry about it, something is better than nothing. It's not like you were living in a time period that was ripe for revolution anyways."
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Post by Lady Violet on Sept 22, 2004 22:51:26 GMT -5
"Yes it is good to see you as well" It feels odd not seeing him for a few days. On one hand I would like to hug him or kiss him, but on the other I know it is not right.
"So how has work been?"
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Post by John on Sept 22, 2004 22:51:38 GMT -5
i smile and lick her neck agian. "its alright....". i kiss her lips and slip inside of her, catching her mouth in mine. i close my eyes and continaul to thrust inside of her, since she had tasted some of my blood, this shouldnt hurt her no matter how hard i do it unless i transform
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Sept 22, 2004 22:53:42 GMT -5
"Thanks anyway Mischa. I'll just stop in at home. Likewise, if you need me Ill probably be at the metro. So I'll just let you two talk, so I'll see you both later," she smiled and walked away.
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