*grins*. And in my field, acronyms are SUCH a no no! You have to spell everything out, at least the first time
Enters for submissive sluts
Laoch Crua RanchHouse
She could feel in those eager movements your primal hunger and a soft growl as her own in answer, as your free roaming hands raised the heat of your fire within her loving the warmth of your skin to hers. The growl deepened as you pulled her nearer to you her body pressed so tightly to yours that it molded to yours perfectly.You explored her further as she lost herself even deeper within you all she was aware of was you, your desire, and need surrendering to you as we lost ourselves to the heat of the moment and to each other. We were the only ones in this world.
She was working those buttons free as best she could as you leaned into her touch, as your lips sought hers in that hungry kiss it was hard for her to just not rip the damn thing off of you. Sometimes it was the passionate lovemaking that fell upon us, but then there were times like this when our desire for each other boils over and that raw primal need engulfs us.
She wanted you to loose that ounce of control as your growl vibrates through out her, and her own growl answers
Just laughs with your acronyms
Like that ava
I guess lurking here is a little different in RL. It definitely means something different IRL! *Laughs*.
Lurking is kinda cool, but then ....ya know
looks in for a few
*smiles*. Thanks, I like it too. But folks can never get it right, even when it's in the email title. *Laughs*. I'm used to it, it really just makes me laugh.
*laughs*. Sorry, yes, I'm a lurker sometimes. *Grins*
Smiles
Real names....Ahhh ...I like yours
looking in
Couch1 has started a new game with the following players:
Couch1
It's all good. My real name is just as confounding to folks. And it's so simple!
checks out that bounceand sends a kiss after you
Lurking
No!!!
Yikes misspelled your name
*grins*. I was just lurking. How are you?
Watcha doin?
Gang Territory
The worst part of war is the waiting. Hideo's done more than his fair share of it. This latest fight with the Mox is at that ugly stage where bodies are showing up here and there and everybody around the 'hood is just waiting for the next explosion.Hideo thinks it'll probably be a literal one, and that the gun holstered against his ribs might not be of much use...but he's trying not to think much at all. Zen. Zen and the art of drinking sake real, real slow.
It's a corner "bar," a drive-up place that'd be an easy target if the whores got their hands on more explosives. It's also the kind of place that'd be easy for them to hit if the Claws just left it alone. Hideo happens to go way back with the old guy who runs the spot, so he's making sure that it doesn't get left alone.
It's just tense, the waiting. Tension and boredom blend together and keep scraping on his nerves. A sip of sake at a time to keep them from snapping.
He scans the street traffic lazily. There aren't a ton of pedestrians, but there continue to be swarms of drones above the 'conflict zone,' vultures hoping to seize some choice footage when the Next Thing Goes Down...