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07-13-2014, 10:59 PM
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It's not right, But that's life. Sex is a lovely way to pass an evening. To feel a little more suede and smooth. Hot stuff. Yes a lovely evening. Not tonight though. She steps forward, joining his smile and the golden boy snorts in amusement. Oh how smooth she walks, and smiles. Twisting her body, curving her neck, all for him. How lovely, shame it’s all a waste. Tonight was not the night. With one hark back she slips into a much different tone. Adding to his own sugar coated lyrics and sweet seductions. This was a regular romance novel. Though, her cleverness in words actually did cause him to pause for thought. Besides those gross pink wings, the girl didn’t look half bad. In fact, had it been another day and another time it might have worked out. Today though he felt more like waving at her as she passed by on her way off the cliff. A strange turn for the golden. He usually enjoyed the attention, the heat. What was stirring in that breast of his is hard to say, but it’s possible too much is stirring there to fully engage this a rousing game of innuendos and pillow talk. Lately there had been given much thought to the consequences past events had caused, pulling the gold’s dark black heart from those places and moods. For sure he’d had several mares awake to an empty bed of grass after meeting him since those days long ago, but they were always places he could leave. Helovia was not a place to be left. There was more at stake, more he desired. Perhaps one day the twin horned would damn all that as he was ever so inclined to do, but for today he felt no rising of that dirty thick blooded lust. He was still the golden son though. Devilish flares of a dark spirit flashed about in him, especially as the girl comes closer. She revealed all her pink winged heart wanted. Way too soon. Way too fast. That made those lips curl up all the more into a smirk. There was no denying what her plans included tonight. Poor dear would be crushed when she learned she’d be doing it all by herself tonight. Poor girl. Happy boy. Shaking coat, the twin horned found he could at last find all of his muscles. So even while she stood above him so close the Spanish body rose. Felling now he held the upper hand, he felt no shame in letting his muscles take their time in moving the mass up, or the joints pop. Look honey what you can win! A grandpa! The golden was only a few years older than she, but it would be a lovely message all the same. At last standings squarely with melted snow from his higher, hotter blood drip from his coat. Oh, yes, one day would be nice, but she’d blown her interview anyway. “Nope, I’m good.” And that was all. Flashing her grin of innocence the gold turns his Spanish neck from her. Legs had risen him up but were not yet ready to walk him off. Pity. They instead pounded and throbbed from getting blood back to them. Still the gold would not give in. He had a rein on his physical desires at the moment, and knew exactly what the girl wanted. All was right with the world. "Speech" Tag;; @[Arvakl] OOC;; These two are hilarious! Notes;; |
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