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![[*]](./images/pretend/default_icon.gif) posted on 3-31-2008 at 07:35 AM |
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WHAT?! he wanted to shout, and then maybe do a double take. Luckily he was able to calm himself down. He found himself repeatedly wondering
what manner of woman he had happened upon. Suddenly reverting (or at least trying to) to his haughty, easily disgusted ways. There were names for
women like this. Yet he threw it all away the instant his eyes landed on her lips, pressing her back against the nearest empty column and letting one
hand casually glide down her full chest.
Fucking moron, he kept telling himself, and to no avail.
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| posted on 3-31-2008 at 07:47 AM |
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Well, really now. She was the kind of girl men loved to be around. Rarely serious or ever demanding of their time or commitment she was easily just
‘one of the guys’ and then could turn around and be that hot night of sex they fanaticized about. And when the night was over she was
whistling her way home without a care in the world. Just easy going and always up for . . . anything. Not really some slut, usually the same guys in
the same cities. And sluts were more of the any guy will do variety. At least Story liked to think so. But not like she ever really thought about
it anyway. Just free to love whoever for a night was her philosophy. And besides, sex was always such an amazing way to get the creative juices
flowing. She always wrote best after a good round of it.
But she had to admit she was a little surprised when this particular guy suddenly pressed her against that wall and ran his hands along her full
breast. Oh it had been far too long, nearly two months now, since a man had touched her. And that was far to long to go without a touch. She let
her head fall back exposing her long neck, her hands pressed flat against that wall as she just enjoyed for a moment. Smile curving her lips as she
arched ever so slightly beneath his touch. Oh she was always so easy to arouse.
But what was she doing? She just met this guy and this was really not normal for Story. She liked to enjoy the company of any man who got near her
shaven parts. Oh but what the hell. This was just a simple touch. She opened her brown eyes and met his light ones, “I guess that
wasn’t all.”
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| posted on 3-31-2008 at 07:57 AM |
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The issue of her age or abundance experience had never crossed his mind. "Nope," Mordecai shook his head, putting his hands away (but not before a
light squeeze) and taking a step back. Instantly regretting it- it was more than a simple touch to him, but the boy was glad to be well, himself
again. Believing himself to be her age or even older than her.
"Where are you staying?" he asked in an attempt to change to subject. Or not.
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Story
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| posted on 3-31-2008 at 08:15 AM |
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Age defiantly not something she was thinking about. I mean, when had it ever been an issue really? That first guy when she was fifteen pulling her
backstage and making her into a woman. Or at least that was how she felt at the time. The world of sex opened to her, to a body that loved it nearly
as much as she loved her violin.
But sadly she could not rush this very interesting encounter. “I have a place nearby I think we should both find ourselves in by
tonight.” She reached into her bra and pulled out a little notepad she always kept tucked in there and wrote her number and address out for him.
“I have a little appointment that will last just a few hours first though.” She stepped forward and let her hands travel down his neck,
down his long torso, to his belt where she stopped, gripping that buckle and pulling him to her with a smile and a nip to his lips. “Later, Mr.
Lehrer.” With one last wink she turned and walked away.
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| posted on 3-31-2008 at 08:20 AM |
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Bra-note still in his hands, Mordecai, giddy, walked back to the counter, picked up the Chihuly and left.
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