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THROBBS said:
Guess that I am easy... any or all would work on me.:D

Sorry that is such a challenge.

I know first hand here...but I have given up trying to encourage the "event"... I just wait, with no expectations. It seems that the best course is to try and make life easier, if at all possible. Any "suggestive" moves back-fire as being "manipulative".

And I certainly cannot become appealing by dressing up, or down.:rolleyes:
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I don't buy it for a second!
My favorite shift is the AM shift. The clientele is different. They are serious about their workouts and leave smelling nice, while buttoning up the cuffs on their freshly dry cleaned white collars. Something about the wrists... when a guy is buttoning that cuff button. I watch. Everytime, hoping I'm not straight up drooling.
 
SquirtnBrat said:
I don't buy it for a second!
My favorite shift is the AM shift. The clientele is different. They are serious about their workouts and leave smelling nice, while buttoning up the cuffs on their freshly dry cleaned white collars. Something about the wrists... when a guy is buttoning that cuff button. I watch. Everytime, hoping I'm not straight up drooling.
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Just left the gym. Next time I'll be taking a lot of time buttoning the cuffs on my white shirt:). Thanks for the tip!
 
SquirtnBrat said:
I don't buy it for a second!
My favorite shift is the AM shift. The clientele is different. They are serious about their workouts and leave smelling nice, while buttoning up the cuffs on their freshly dry cleaned white collars. Something about the wrists... when a guy is buttoning that cuff button. I watch. Everytime, hoping I'm not straight up drooling.
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That's you (and likely many other women).

But... in my situation — I am not visually interesting/enticing to her. cuffs or not. Just how it is.

*I imagine that I might be able to be a minor visual amusement to some woman, somewhere, but at home, no amount of Ralph or Gucci is gonna make a diff. and even if it did, it would be the clothes.
 
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Your place

Hi Brat. I just discovered your hide out. This is way nice. I luv it. Rock on!!
 
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Gardening...

VIPER2121 said:
Morning Sexy Brat. Hope all is well
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Hi there, Viper!! I'm well, thank you.
All my flowerbeds have been seeded and mulched. Now I just need to wait to see if anything grows! This year I found a local company that had really great compost, shit was still steaming when I laid it down. I'm hoping this garden meets my expectations.
I went overboard on my seedlings this year. Now I have to find a few containers for my carnations and English daisies. I may make another herb container as well.
Yep, that's as interesting as I get. :p
 
SquirtnBrat said:
Hi there, Viper!! I'm well, thank you.
All my flowerbeds have been seeded and mulched. Now I just need to wait to see if anything grows! This year I found a local company that had really great compost, shit was still steaming when I laid it down. I'm hoping this garden meets my expectations.
I went overboard on my seedlings this year. Now I have to find a few containers for my carnations and English daisies. I may make another herb container as well.
Yep, that's as interesting as I get. :p
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Im sure if I planted my seed around you something would def Grow.

I live in an apt so no garden for me. Sounds like your garden will be lovely. Just make sure you keep the bushes trim :rose:
 
A Certain Memory...

This one time at Band Camp....
Okay, I've never been to band camp but it's a fun way to start a story....

It was summer time. I recently started dating a guy who I wasn't completely into. We ran in the same social circle, I felt a little obligated to be in a relationship, and it didn't last long.
This particular morning I woke in my best friend's spare bedroom, which closely resembled a glass four season room. The bf and I spent most of the night making out and me blocking his every attempt to get in my pants. We had fallen asleep together, him in boxers, me in a silky black tank top and shorts pajama set, no bra or panties.
I woke up pressed tightly against the bf. A brief rub on my thighs brought me out of my slumber. I figured this day would start how it ended, him trying to get fresh, me repeating coy rejections. I opened my eyes to find him still sleeping, breathing deep. He must of did it in his sleep was my thinking. So without truly looking around, I attempted to fall back asleep.
Another rub on my opposite side. Then I felt it. The weight of a shifting third body towards the end of the bed.
My eyes flew open. There was definitely another body under the covers. I smiled. Guessing by the bump's size I assumed it was my bff's little brother. This was before the phrase "fuck boy", boys like him were "players". I laid quietly, trying to steady my breathing back to a sleeping like rhythm. He shifted his body weight again. Carefully not to wake the only real sleeper in the bed. His hands caressed my thighs again. I imagined his tan, toughened hands from his landscaping company, under the sheets. My skin twitched, blushed, and warmed under his grasp.
I had always drawn the line. He was like a little brother to me. Years of him and I flirting... I had always thought it was innocent. His promiscuous nature was a turn off. I wanted a man to only chase me.
But here I was letting him grope me, inches away from my unsuspecting guy of the moment. His touches moved from lite caresses into a deeper rub. My thighs slowly swung wider. A gasp escaped my lips.
I feared my guy would wake up. I stole a glance. Still sleeping. The hands on my thighs began massaging my silken shorts. The waistband, down one leg, up the other. He started using his fingernails, raking them up my thighs, over my shaven mound. With each downward pass tugging my shorts lower. I was trembling. He had skills, he hadn't shaken the bed an inch, but I was shivering. His concentration shifted to my exposed sex. Slowly the back of his hand brushed up, so much softer then his fingertips. His knuckles drummed over my love button. As his forefinger slipped into my honey pot, I came. Silently. Hard. Intense. Guilty. Shamefull. His fingers did not ease up. One orgasm rolled into a much larger full body orgasm. I was going to be found out. I moaned out loud. My back arched. My feet flinched and flew out from the covers.
As quickly as it started, he stopped and rolled my shorts back up. Before his head emerged from under the covers I felt him place his nose on me, breathing in my scent. His tongue touched my clothed clit, a long, deep, broad lick upwards.
"Fuuuuucccck!"
He quietly came out from his hiding spot. I was still shivering with the afterglow of three effortless orgasms. He smiled across the bed from me. Perched on the corner looking smug. Damn, he was hot! His thick arms on display in his white tank. I sat up. We quietly watched each other as he licked his lips and I blushed.
The sleeper became conscious. I began explaining to him about a very vivid dream I had about vibrating panties, asking if he could buy me some. I swear I had an orgasm in my sleep that morning thinking about it. A few minutes later he was seeing how wet I was. Under the blankets as the corner was still occupied by my guest. He left to find vibrating panties and bring back breakfast.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, I has punching Lil Brother's arm while laughing. We shared one kiss and a shrug.
*******
 
pkinginva32 said:
Damn if that doesn't sound like a true story. Well written too, I might add.
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True story. But please don't grammar check me, it was typed fairly quickly via cell phone.
THROBBS said:
Nice to hear your memory!
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Thank you, Throbbs. So I guess I could call that a mfm threesome right? Not really? *crinkles nose*
I've been dwelling that memory for a day now. Wondering what would of, could of, should of.... ;)
 
SquirtnBrat said:
True story. But please don't grammar check me, it was typed fairly quickly via cell phone.

Thank you, Throbbs. So I guess I could call that a mfm threesome right? Not really? *crinkles nose*
I've been dwelling that memory for a day now. Wondering what would of, could of, should of.... ;)
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No worries. I'm not an editor, just and avid reader who likes to get off on the images a good story can create in my own mind.
 
SquirtnBrat said:
This one time at Band Camp....
Okay, I've never been to band camp but it's a fun way to start a story....

It was summer time. I recently started dating a guy who I wasn't completely into. We ran in the same social circle, I felt a little obligated to be in a relationship, and it didn't last long.
This particular morning I woke in my best friend's spare bedroom, which closely resembled a glass four season room. The bf and I spent most of the night making out and me blocking his every attempt to get in my pants. We had fallen asleep together, him in boxers, me in a silky black tank top and shorts pajama set, no bra or panties.
I woke up pressed tightly against the bf. A brief rub on my thighs brought me out of my slumber. I figured this day would start how it ended, him trying to get fresh, me repeating coy rejections. I opened my eyes to find him still sleeping, breathing deep. He must of did it in his sleep was my thinking. So without truly looking around, I attempted to fall back asleep.
Another rub on my opposite side. Then I felt it. The weight of a shifting third body towards the end of the bed.
My eyes flew open. There was definitely another body under the covers. I smiled. Guessing by the bump's size I assumed it was my bff's little brother. This was before the phrase "fuck boy", boys like him were "players". I laid quietly, trying to steady my breathing back to a sleeping like rhythm. He shifted his body weight again. Carefully not to wake the only real sleeper in the bed. His hands caressed my thighs again. I imagined his tan, toughened hands from his landscaping company, under the sheets. My skin twitched, blushed, and warmed under his grasp.
I had always drawn the line. He was like a little brother to me. Years of him and I flirting... I had always thought it was innocent. His promiscuous nature was a turn off. I wanted a man to only chase me.
But here I was letting him grope me, inches away from my unsuspecting guy of the moment. His touches moved from lite caresses into a deeper rub. My thighs slowly swung wider. A gasp escaped my lips.
I feared my guy would wake up. I stole a glance. Still sleeping. The hands on my thighs began massaging my silken shorts. The waistband, down one leg, up the other. He started using his fingernails, raking them up my thighs, over my shaven mound. With each downward pass tugging my shorts lower. I was trembling. He had skills, he hadn't shaken the bed an inch, but I was shivering. His concentration shifted to my exposed sex. Slowly the back of his hand brushed up, so much softer then his fingertips. His knuckles drummed over my love button. As his forefinger slipped into my honey pot, I came. Silently. Hard. Intense. Guilty. Shamefull. His fingers did not ease up. One orgasm rolled into a much larger full body orgasm. I was going to be found out. I moaned out loud. My back arched. My feet flinched and flew out from the covers.
As quickly as it started, he stopped and rolled my shorts back up. Before his head emerged from under the covers I felt him place his nose on me, breathing in my scent. His tongue touched my clothed clit, a long, deep, broad lick upwards.
"Fuuuuucccck!"
He quietly came out from his hiding spot. I was still shivering with the afterglow of three effortless orgasms. He smiled across the bed from me. Perched on the corner looking smug. Damn, he was hot! His thick arms on display in his white tank. I sat up. We quietly watched each other as he licked his lips and I blushed.
The sleeper became conscious. I began explaining to him about a very vivid dream I had about vibrating panties, asking if he could buy me some. I swear I had an orgasm in my sleep that morning thinking about it. A few minutes later he was seeing how wet I was. Under the blankets as the corner was still occupied by my guest. He left to find vibrating panties and bring back breakfast.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, I has punching Lil Brother's arm while laughing. We shared one kiss and a shrug.
*******
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Great sexy hot story Brat.
 
SquirtnBrat said:
Thank you, Throbbs. So I guess I could call that a mfm threesome right? Not really? *crinkles nose*
I've been dwelling that memory for a day now. Wondering what would of, could of, should of.... ;)
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I think that some memories are best left like that. And cherished for what they were.
 
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