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Heyyy I've been there!

I once went to a black and leather only party and wore a black mini up to here and had on a black brass studded dog collar which should gladden Hombie's heart.

Ok you guys I am watching intently here and picking up tips are we playing this like last time and taking donations on the door?

Five bucks a head. I'll be taking admission at the door.
 
Wait a pea pickin' minute! I thought that sara was topping while upbj splayed happily on the corner table. Y'know? The booth? And lecherous Uncle T-zed gave sage advice as needed (while helping with buttons...)

You just never know how these things are going to evolve. It's all experimental physics in here.

I mean, topping's nice but all it does is inspire me to get more involved. I'm switchy that way.

Oh, perhaps T would have you believe that he'd be standing slightly to the side giving sage advice and the occasional helping hand, but I doubt that either Sara or I would be willing to let him be that uninvolved.

Hate to speak for her, but she seems to ...um... be occupied at the moment.

*carefully puts glass of Chardonnay in Tzara's free hand.*

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You just never know how these things are going to evolve. It's all experimental physics in here.

I mean, topping's nice but all it does is inspire me to get more involved. I'm switchy that way.

Oh, perhaps T would have you believe that he'd be standing slightly to the side giving sage advice and the occasional helping hand, but I doubt that either Sara or I would be willing to let him be that uninvolved.

Hate to speak for her, but she seems to ...um... be occupied at the moment.

*carefully puts glass of Chardonnay in Tzara's free hand.*

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Hey. And I'm flexible I can move all different kinds of ways. Although I am currently preoccupied with the idea of someone taking my earrings off without using their hands. It's made my lobes afraid.

This is one of those situations in which I am happy to be where ever I end up. Literally.
 
Auntie Bijou, Uncle Tz, (I'm not sure Sara can even hear me from down there),
no edits! I want the director's cut!
 
Hey. And I'm flexible I can move all different kinds of ways. Although I am currently preoccupied with the idea of someone taking my earrings off without using their hands. It's made my lobes afraid.

This is one of those situations in which I am happy to be where ever I end up. Literally.

Flexibility is my watchword also. How nice for us all.

I, on the other hand, have a serious Thing for people messing with my earrings. Tends to mull my wine quite thoroughly, as it were.


Auntie Bijou, Uncle Tz, (I'm not sure Sara can even hear me from down there),
no edits! I want the director's cut!

Calling me that makes me wonder if you're old enough to be watching this debauchery, young lady. Us old folks are rather more... twisted ... than we perhaps were in our youth.


I can hear you. I just can't see you. ;)

*giggling madly*

whoops. lemme, um, get that tie out of your way. nice herringbone, by the way Tzara, are you ever going to take that off?

...of my arm?

bj
 
You just never know how these things are going to evolve. It's all experimental physics in here.
Experimental psychology, m'dear. I majored in experimental psychology. You know--touchy feely.

Besides, the curves here are way too complex for me to calculate.

Nice, though, I must say.
I mean, topping's nice but all it does is inspire me to get more involved. I'm switchy that way.

Oh, perhaps T would have you believe that he'd be standing slightly to the side giving sage advice and the occasional helping hand, but I doubt that either Sara or I would be willing to let him be that uninvolved.
I never let my RAs do the critical work. "It's my research," I say, "my hands. My, uh, tongue. And, er, other things."
Hate to speak for her, but she seems to ...um... be occupied at the moment.

*carefully puts glass of Chardonnay in Tzara's free hand.*
Translation: Bijou grasps my hand by the wrist and, pulling with a firm and steady pressure, pops my fingers off her recently autographed breast (still faintly redolent of isopropyl alcohol), and quickly inserts a stemmed glass full of chardonnay into my sucker-like hand, which reflexively clutches it.

Said hand and attached wrist, apparently acting under Autonomic Nervous System control, promptly dump contents of the glass onto some rather fetchingly concave parts of subject.

"Oops."
 
Hey. And I'm flexible I can move all different kinds of ways. Although I am currently preoccupied with the idea of someone taking my earrings off without using their hands. It's made my lobes afraid.
It's OK. I'm practicing on BJ first. :)
 
Yes, well, hence the earlier request for volume on the music.

oh yes, earrings. One rather major personal reason I got into jewelry design.

T, I was so hoping you'd spill that wine. How would it get right there otherwise? Oh, and there's some over here too. Let me just...

You just stay with the psychology, though I'll warn you that scholars have gone mad when exposed to the Boschian (Hieronymous, not the stereo) funhouse of my subconscious.

Me, I like the engineering. Support. Tensile strength. Angles. Equal and opposite reactions. Momentum. Perpetual motion.

*testing Sara's flexibility some more*

Do you want to be the equal or the opposite reaction? Or shall we take turns?

bj
 
I know I shouldn't do this, but I thought 'tween Metallica cuts I might slip this little baby in, so to speak.

I mean, well, because. I am.



Graduate education. It's, like, good for you.

Yeah. Um. That's not the kinda song that just slips in...and here I was hoping for some more opera.

Just for that. I may attempt to find more clothes to put on so you have to take them off again...if I can find any...under the table...without falling off...
 
Yes, well, hence the earlier request for volume on the music.

oh yes, earrings. One rather major personal reason I got into jewelry design.

T, I was so hoping you'd spill that wine. How would it get right there otherwise? Oh, and there's some over here too. Let me just...

You just stay with the psychology, though I'll warn you that scholars have gone mad when exposed to the Boschian (Hieronymous, not the stereo) funhouse of my subconscious.

Me, I like the engineering. Support. Tensile strength. Angles. Equal and opposite reactions. Momentum. Perpetual motion.

*testing Sara's flexibility some more*

Do you want to be the equal or the opposite reaction? Or shall we take turns?

bj

I love my ear lobes. I love them so much I don't want anyone tearing them. But you can pull them, lick them kiss them, suck them. I have a favorite pair of earring that are just the right weight that they tug a little. Such a sexy feeling.

I would happily be bent, twisted and pulled in all different directions.

*turns up volume*
 
First thing I plan to make when I'm settled is some shoo-fly pies. I'll bring them in with me when I return. I've never had one, but I hear they're sickly-sweet, and most times sickly sweet is a good thing. I guess things can't be all bad when I'm so close to a Hershey factory AND an M&M factory all in one breath.

Chefzilla...OUT!!!

Shoo Fly pie rocks!lol
They're also fun to make. My PA Dutch grandma taught me how to cook, so I've been well-schooled in PA Dutch cooking.

-Sheila
 
Yeah. Um. That's not the kinda song that just slips in...and here I was hoping for some more opera.
I looked, but there doesn't seem to be a Tristan und Isolde und O. Too bad, actually. I would have thought that might make quite a movie.

That's not Ms. Sass snickering again, is it? She keeps that up, she and her camcorder are, let me just say, gonna get a little more cinéma vérité than she wuz thinking.

Directorial distance--shit. We'll learn her some documentary. :)

Just for that. I may attempt to find more clothes to put on so you have to take them off again...if I can find any...under the table...without falling off...
The great thing about clothes is that they can always come off. The more there are, the more put on, the less polite one becomes.

Just don't put the ones you want to preserve on first. I can't, of course, speak for BJ, but torn clothing has a je ne sais quoi quality that is magnified by loud and rhythmic music.

Which I think we would agree Metallica is.

Loud. Rhythmic.

Torn.
 
I looked, but there doesn't seem to be a Tristan und Isolde und O. Too bad, actually. I would have thought that might make quite a movie.

That's not Ms. Sass snickering again, is it? She keeps that up, she and her camcorder are, let me just say, gonna get a little more cinéma vérité than she wuz thinking.

Directorial distance--shit. We'll learn her some documentary. :)

The great thing about clothes is that they can always come off. The more there are, the more put on, the less polite one becomes.

Just don't put the ones you want to preserve on first. I can't, of course, speak for BJ, but torn clothing has a je ne sais quoi quality that is magnified by loud and rhythmic music.

Which I think we would agree Metallica is.

Loud. Rhythmic.

Torn.

It really is all in the rhythm. I think I like it ripped fast and then torn...


slowly with that, "Yeah I am and you can't stop me look in your eyes."
 
Yeah. Um. That's not the kinda song that just slips in...and here I was hoping for some more opera.

Just for that. I may attempt to find more clothes to put on so you have to take them off again...if I can find any...under the table...without falling off...

I love my ear lobes. I love them so much I don't want anyone tearing them. But you can pull them, lick them kiss them, suck them. I have a favorite pair of earring that are just the right weight that they tug a little. Such a sexy feeling.

I would happily be bent, twisted and pulled in all different directions.

*turns up volume*

It's like she read my mind with that list.

Well it's not opera, quite, but this came to mind...

*feeling a bit epic at the moment.*

Now then. About this tie. It's very expensive. A good Mogador silk, I believe. And I believe I'm going to ruin the rolled edges when I use it like this. But well, perhaps he has others.

Just to keep you from falling off the table, darling. Your safety is my primary concern.

honest.

bj


eta: hours later, we were still At It when I realized what time it was, and I was forced to carefully extricate my various limbs from the complex, almost Escherian arrangement. I have rarely felt more deep, visceral regret.

It's the audio I love best, and I can hear it as I pad quietly toward the door, still barefoot. The low rumble of his voice, punctuated by the occasional affectionate exclamation. A very distinct giggle, which seems to turn to a coo, or even a juicy little whine, a tone that insists.

These moments, I have learned over the years, are singular. Yet I can't help but think about the possibility of a Next Time, as the door clicks quietly behind me.
 
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It's like she read my mind with that list.

Well it's not opera, quite, but this came to mind...

*feeling a bit epic at the moment.*

Now then. About this tie. It's very expensive. A good Mogador silk, I believe. And I believe I'm going to ruin the rolled edges when I use it like this. But well, perhaps he has others.

Just to keep you from falling off the table, darling. Your safety is my primary concern.

honest.

bj

I bet he has others. It's good to take the edge of even the most expensive things.

I feel so secure in a 'totally exposed and anyone can do anything they want to me kinda way".
 
I bet he has others. It's good to take the edge of even the most expensive things.

I feel so secure in a 'totally exposed and anyone can do anything they want to me kinda way".

Indeed. Kinda why bondage sorta appeals to me *trails off, looking reminiscent*

see my eta above; I must go soon. The guys are waiting dinner already.

I believe tonight's writing session might end up in those territories, if I know me at all. Surrender is security, defenselessness is a beautiful place to be, that sort of thing. I'll fail miserably at making something worthwhile out of it, and of course I'll bash at a sonnet or a triolet in a hopeless attempt to impress Tzara, but I'll do my damnedest. You deserve nothing less than the purplest of my vocabulary.

I'll let T decide just how much he wants to damage his ties. And funny - I just happen to have another couple of ties in my bag here. I'll just leave them, oh, how bout here, shall I? Just in case you need them?

And don't worry about the edges. I believe edges are always better rounded off just a bit.

oh hearts. hearts.

bj
 
oh hearts. hearts.
Harts and hinds, mes amours.

I must suspend things here. Sorry, Ms. Crewe, since you seem to be the one up in Homburg's patented Mood Swing™. You do look positively darling there, though. And I must say BJ is looking fetchingly déshabillé, as well.

Ah, well! Real Life intrudes, as it so often does. And this, incidentally, lets us turn off Sassy's camcorder before too much reputational damage is done.

I am still, though, Hot for Teacher. Either one.
 
Harts and hinds, mes amours.
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For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows, and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

The full streams feed on flower of rushes,
Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot,
The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes
From leaf to flower and flower to fruit,
And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire,
And the oat is heard above the lyre,
And the hoofèd heel of a satyr crushes
The chestnut-husk at the chestnut-root.

And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night,
Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid,
Follows with dancing and fills with delight
The Maenad and the Bassarid;
And soft as lips that laugh and hide
The laughing leaves of the trees divide,
And screen from seeing and leave in sight
The god pursuing, the maiden hid.

The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair
Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes;
The wild vine slipping down leaves bare
Her bright breast shortening into sighs;
The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves.
But the berried ivy catches and cleaves
To the limbs that glitter, the feet that scare
The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies.


Swinburne, from Atalanta in Calydon
 
You do not know how many times I have heard that phrase. And it still has the power to make me smile :devil:

It's a good feelig. One of my favourites.:)


And if anyone was ever in doubt of Bijou or Tzara's top-iness--in the ultimate in toppy moves both of them left me here tied up.
 
It's a good feelig. One of my favourites.:)


And if anyone was ever in doubt of Bijou or Tzara's top-iness--in the ultimate in toppy moves both of them left me here tied up.

Here, let me help.

*lays some safety shears on Sara's stomach*

*Sits back and watches*
 
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