Discussion in 'The Bar' started by garypagetwo, Aug 18, 2012.
...follow the aromatic path of rose peddles and lit scented candles
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RM, please tell Gary no way, no how, is he ever getting that close to you so he will stop these threads?
AHAHAHAHAHA. He's fucking blowing it already.
Hey, don't mind me.
I'm just going to sit in the corner over there with this jerk-rag and joy jellies.
She's not gonna fuck you dude.
Reggae Mistress, please follow the trail of wet Christian farts.
Gary, battery operated candles? Really?! I don't want faux romance, talk dirty. Come on...
Is that Mathew T?
don't let us down, Gary....
ok, Gary. its your turn. explain to her again how its not the size that matters.
Come on Gary...push me on the bed. Rip off this dress and call me your "dirty little whore"
Can I borrow some? I forgot mine
Tell him to weep on your tits.
make believe RM is Bree Olsen (although then, she will call herself a dirty little whore)
Reggae Mistress enters the bedroom slowly. The lights are off but some scented candles illuminate the area room and give off a sexy mellow vibe.
She hasn't seen me yet. I have my back against the door she entered through.
I can tell she's nervous. She's just reached the big bed now and lightly slides her hands across the soft sheet fabric.
As silent and graciously as a master assassin, I move up behind her and put both my hands firmly on her bare shoulders. She freezes and tenses up - but just for a second. As I slowly begin to massage her I can feel her body is relaxing as her breathing becomes a bit heavier.
"I'm glad you came" i whisper into her ear. "I thought maybe you'd back out."
I can tell she's smiling.
I turn her around and look her straight in her eyes. Then down.