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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 4:01:17 GMT -5
(Watch out everyone. My posts are tame...but I can not say the same for Kaieka)
"If it touches you..that is the end. Instant death. But if you stay close to me, it might leave us alone. There is safety in numbers. In fact, if you slip off your clothes and put them on the couch I bet he'll think you are still sleeping there and leave us alone. Poison Dart Frogs are easily fooled by such tricks."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 4:02:36 GMT -5
"That won't really work will it? Are you being serious?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 4:07:57 GMT -5
"Shh..he'll hear the plan. Of course I am serious. I am a very serious man. Look at me, is this not a serious look on my face. This is life or death....now...this is what we have to do.."
Bassarov whispers in her ear...
"If we take off our clothes and prop them on the chair, the frog will be distracted. He'll fall for it for sure. I knwo you are frightened, but trust me. I can even help you get those clothes of if you are too shaken to do it yourself....shhhh...no...good, I thought he heard us. Don't look now...it is on the couch where you just were. Good thing I spotted him when I did...."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 4:11:57 GMT -5
"Hurry, hurry! Take your clothes off. I'll get mine." I whisper to him as I start to hurriedly strip.
I get my dress off and hand it to Bassarov to prop it up on the chair. Too bad I don't wear underwear, I feel a little vulnerable. Oh well, it is what we must do if we are to survive. Where do all of these frogs come from? I hope that this fools him. I don't want that frog to climb up here. Good thing Bassarov saw him in time.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 4:17:11 GMT -5
"Good, that will keep him away for a while....but I heard something....poison frogs hate the noise people make when they kiss. You see, they have very small but sensitive ears. IfI kiss you passionately, I could scare him off. You know....in case the diversion does not work.."
Bassarov holds her close....and says quietly....
"Kaieka...our safety may hinge on this...please forgive me....I only want to protect you....."
He gently kisses her lips.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 4:23:51 GMT -5
Oh God! There is a churning sensation in the pit of my stomach. My muscles tighten. I was not expecting this tonight.
I will overcome this. I am not a sexual addict.
Why didn't I get to finish my meetings?
Okay... breath in and out... oh God! This feels so good.
No! Step number one: We admitted we were powerless over addictive sexual behavior - that our lives had become unmanageable.
... I feel so powerless now...
Step number two: ...
uh....
ummm...
His tongue enters my mouth...
Uh... something... believe... something.. restore us to sanity...
His hands reach out to touch my body. He slides them down my torso and lets them linger on my inner thigh...
... Oh! ...
... step... three... I make ... a ... decision... to turn my life...
uh.
.......
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 4:38:49 GMT -5
(I just gave myself the power to withstand her poisonous kisses for those who wonder.)
When he touches her body, Bassarov feels it tense up...between kisses he speaks to her....
"You..... are afraid...the frog.... won't get us....we'll scare him off....."
His assurances do not relieve her tension, with every kiss and touch her body tightens and curls toward him, like a sun hungry plant.
So he nurishes her with deep kisses and loving caresses. And he too sustains himself with the taste of her lips and other places.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 4:51:54 GMT -5
I cannot think of the twelve steps, or anything else besides the way that Bassarov touches me and kisses me. I can smell the familiar scent of his skin as he presses his body against mine.
I was trying so hard to be above this. This is what caused all of our problems to begin with. I was willing to live an abstinence filled life. But my skin prickles with sensation, and I feel the familiar wetness between my legs. I have reached my end, I can handle no more temptation. I will give in to my urges.
My hands grope hungrilly at his body, his lean form responding to their inquisitiveness, his kisses increasing. It has been too long.
I throw back the covers, I have forgotten about the little red frog that lies in wait by our clothing. I start to kiss down his neck and chest. Pausing at his nipples, to arouse them with my tongue, biting them softly between my teeth. He winces, but it is more from pleasure than pain. I continue to move, my kisses open and seeking. Until in a dark forest, I find my prize.
Bassarov jerks slightly as I take him captive. I am a sexual addict. And I like it.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 5:13:16 GMT -5
The tables have turned, and now Bassarov is the one whose body tenses and curls.....
He gazes down at her in shock....
Eventually her lips depart...
she returns to his lips...
Fully arroused,He moves on top of her and spreads her legs....
gliding inside her.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 5:25:37 GMT -5
I gasp in delight as he takes me. He thrusts so deeply that I have no other choice but to groan with pleasure. I claw at his back, partly because I cannot stand the overwhelming sensation, and partly to urge him on. His pace does not slacken as he continues over and over to plunge into my velvety darkness.
My toes point downward, my legs tense up, and I hold my breath. I have to force myself to keep breathing. Bassarov's breath is heavy and raspy on top of me, his lean frame pushing down its weight against mine. Sweat causes our bodies to slide across eachother, dampening the sheets and causing the room to smell musty.
My hands lose their grip as my body starts to go limp. My back archs and my breath catches in my throat. Bassarov senses that I am so near, and if possible plunges deeper and harder. My eyes close and my darkness is splintered by flashes of light. I let out a loud moan. I cannot contain myself. I can feel him inside of me, simultaneously reaching his peak.
He slows to a stop, his body still shuddering. Our bodies are hot and sweaty as he lies on top of me. I pant for breath, but find it hard to do much of anything else. I do not move. I don't think that I would be able to do so, even if I desired it.
How could I imagine life without this?
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 5:31:49 GMT -5
Bassarov gazes at the couch. Despite kisses, entwined bodies, and smells... the frog is still around.
The frog stares at Bassarov with marble sized orange eyes.
Kaieka's head rests on his chest. He quietly observes the frog in a deep gratitude.
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Post by KitsuneHime on Jan 12, 2004 12:53:06 GMT -5
Suzumi glanced over in the direction that Riku was speaking, and managed to catch a glimpse of Bassarov and Kaieka. The crowd was too big, however, for her to see clarly. By the time it had thinned out, the two had dissappated along with it. She looked to the others, indecisive. "Should we wait for the next train to Lucern?"
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Post by Zex on Jan 12, 2004 13:05:44 GMT -5
so Lemm and I enter a butter making contests, and yes, you guessed it, dork wad happens to be good at making butter. well that's a useful skill...if you are a peon.
Lemm churns the most butter and wins some more money. Like I couldn't see that coming......
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Post by Chastity on Jan 12, 2004 15:09:38 GMT -5
((oh my.))
I scower the pots in the little kitchen. It has been another long day, and more people have gone home with empty mouths. I cry a little as I scrub, and pray. Yes, there is always need for prayer. I believe that God can grant to people what I cannot. Where there is unrest, He can bring peace.
I finish washing, and dry off my hands. I spend a moment examining them. They are so small, the finger tips pale and wrinkled from sitting in the water. I wish that they could do more...
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 12, 2004 15:40:58 GMT -5
Peter steps up to the door of the soyup kitchen. He's not such he should be doing this but... this is something he feels needs to be done.
He knocks on the door.
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