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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 20, 2003 2:18:47 GMT -5
"I think that Sazumi will be okay and following her is getting rather boring, don't you think?"
Warning:Next Posts Are Not Suitable for Young Readers
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 20, 2003 2:26:29 GMT -5
I turn to Bassarov and admire his masculine jaw and sinewy frame. "I definitly think so. There are things that I'd much rather do."
CONTINUED WARNING!!! SKIP THIS PAGE IF YOU ARE OPPOSED TO GRAPHIC SCENES!!!!
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 20, 2003 2:29:52 GMT -5
"Why don't we walk back to the villa. I ironed this shirt this morning and I may have left the iron on....I would hate to have Claudia's lovely cottage burn to the ground while we are out chasing Riku and Sazumi."
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 20, 2003 2:31:46 GMT -5
"It would be a shame for such a thing to happen." I say as we turn and walk back toward the villa.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 20, 2003 2:34:18 GMT -5
Bassarov says nothing to Kaieka as they walk back together. When they enter the cottage, Bassarov walks to his bedroom and checks the iron.
"My mistake, I did unplug it. Sorry to have made you walk back with me for nothing, Kaieka."
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 20, 2003 2:35:42 GMT -5
"Now Bassarov, I am beginning to think that your motives for bringing me back here were not altogether pure."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 20, 2003 2:38:09 GMT -5
"Impure...why don't be absurd, Kaieka. I promise you that I brought you here with the purest of intentions, whether I follow through on those remains to be seen."
From this point on, unsuitable for young readers.....
beware kiddies....
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 20, 2003 2:45:36 GMT -5
I walk toward his manly form. "I don't really care much for pure thoughts anyway." I start to unbutton his shirt, my hands almost shaking with anticipation. I slide my nails down his bare chest. "I'll try to be gentle."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 20, 2003 2:49:55 GMT -5
Bassarov gently kisses her up her long, thin neck. He carrasses her body, and slowly unzips the back of her dress. Her black dress falls to the floor and he indulges in the softness of her naked, pale, body.
"Gentle is boring dear..."
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 20, 2003 2:53:35 GMT -5
His hands ravage my body as I trace the lines of his with my fingers. I am swept away into oblivion as he kisses me. I give in to his every advance. He holds the reins of my frame, causing me to move to his will with each slight change of force. It has been so long, and I have felt so unsatisfied.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 20, 2003 3:09:05 GMT -5
Bassarov runs his hands up her thigh as he kisses her neck, then colar bone. Then he moves his lips to her chest and breasts, tasting the sweat salty flavor of her skin. As he moves his searching lips to her abdomen, she claws him in the back. Streams of red blood trickle down his spine, but the pain does not bother him.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 20, 2003 3:13:32 GMT -5
His lips are hungry, searching. I cry out in delight. He is bleeding but I cannot help what I do, the feelings that encompass me are too much for my body to hold. With each moment the rapture grows. I sink my teeth into his shoulder to combat the feeling. I know that I hurt him, but he doesn't seem to mind. As long as I don't drink his blood, everything should be fine. I think that I would burst if our lovemaking was interrupted again. I hope that our Sazumi doesn't return soon, I cannot control my vocal outbursts.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 20, 2003 3:31:08 GMT -5
Bassarov kisses her abdomen and goes downward.
He kisses her thighs, lingers, and finally when she can not endure it any longer, he moves upward sticking his tongue inside of her, tasting her femaleness.
She pulls his head up to her face, nearly kisses him, but remembers, and kisses his neck.
She pulls him to the bed...
On second thought, I think I'll change the text color to that one part to black.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 20, 2003 3:50:46 GMT -5
I pull him to the bed and we partake of one another. It is the closest that I have ever felt to a man in all my years of life. He seems in tune to my body, knowing exactly what I need. The years of pain seem to melt away with each moment. The time flies by and as we finally lay still by one another, I wish to tell him exactly how I feel. I want to tell him how he makes my heart churn... that I love him. But when I look into his eyes, I can see that he already knows, and I understand that he loves me too.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 20, 2003 3:55:47 GMT -5
Bassarov smells smoke, he glances over at the iron and sees one of his shirts on fire.
He gets up and unplugs it.
"I guess it really was plugged in. It is fortunate that we came back." Bassarov says as he douses the flames.
And with that, I am off to bed. I hope you are happy Kaieka...because I am sure that everyone else is seriously sick of us now.....
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