Chat - Write - Another "Whatever" Thread

[AbsintheFather]

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Melanie had not been a terribly difficult conquest for Sophia. She had put up the usual objections “I’ve never” and “I’m married”, but in the end Sophia’s persistence and sexuality got her what she wanted. She liked this new girl, but she liked the thrill of the chase better. Even as they held each other in the afterglow of their liaison, Sophia was already contemplating her next plaything.

 

[Scentofawoman]

Melanie had not been a terribly difficult conquest for Sophia. She had put up the usual objections “I’ve never” and “I’m married”, but in the end Sophia’s persistence and sexuality got her what she wanted. She liked this new girl, but she liked the thrill of the chase better. Even as they held each other in the afterglow of their liaison, Sophia was already contemplating her next plaything.[/QUOTE]

Ohhh nice. I like.

 

[AbsintheFather]

Ohhh nice. I like.

Thanks Scent

 

[Scentofawoman]

It was a good night. He will be feeling this one for days to come.

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[RjThoughts]

It was a good night. He will be feeling this one for days to come.

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Oh thanks for reminding me to wear a t-shirt today to bed. Damn manicure!!!!

 

[Scentofawoman]

Oh thanks for reminding me to wear a t-shirt today to bed. Damn manicure!!!!

yeah where is the fun in a t shirt? whimp.

 

[RjThoughts]

yeah where is the fun in a t shirt? whimp.

Not a whimp, just don't want to explain to coworkers why I'm jumping around when sweating in my office

 

[Scentofawoman]

Not a whimp, just don't want to explain to coworkers why I'm jumping around when sweating in my office

So you don't think she is going to be pulling up the shirt and clawing under it? Just tie her hands. that will solve all your problems.

 

[RjThoughts]

So you don't think she is going to be pulling up the shirt and clawing under it? Just tie her hands. that will solve all your problems.

the shirt will prevent her from the long scratches, not the digging into my shoulders as she orgasms again and again.

 

[Scentofawoman]

the shirt will prevent her from the long scratches, not the digging into my shoulders as she orgasms again and again.

well good thing you're not with me. I'd tell you to wear underwear too so you wouldn't have problems sitting also. LMAO!

 

[RjThoughts]

well good thing you're not with me. I'd tell you to wear underwear too so you wouldn't have problems sitting also. LMAO!

Took me a few years to learn to wear the shirt, like 8 years!! That was 19 years ago!! I have scars to prove that I wasn't too bright on the uptake

 

[Scentofawoman]

Took me a few years to learn to wear the shirt, like 8 years!! That was 19 years ago!! I have scars to prove that I wasn't too bright on the uptake

Ummm scars from that are scars to be worn proudly.

 

[Scentofawoman]

How to spot a Man from Literotica

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[BlueEyedGent]

How to spot a Man from Literotica

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OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL I just saw this and I swear I literally almost choked on the Snickers candy bar that I am eating !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is too perfect! LMAO....I wonder what my secretary and fellow attorneys would think if I put this on my office door...Would their eyes get all wide and look flabergasted? OR...would they shrug their shoulders, as if to say, "what's new?" OR...would they all want to get one for their own office? Great Christmas gift idea!

 

[AbsintheFather]

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He was a sailor on shore leave. In both distance and culture, he was a very long way from his home in Mitchell, South Dakota. There hadn’t been much opportunity there after the big employer had shut down and sent the jobs overseas. The recruiter at his high school had said to “Join the Navy and see the world”. After weighing his options he decided to do just that.

She was born without many options in life. The youngest daughter of a farmer, she had to leave home at a young age to make a life of her own in the city. She was lucky, many of her peers had turned to prostitution, but she had obtained domestic work for a wealthy banker and his wife. At night she cruised the discos and clubs looking to meet upwardly mobile young men.

She was outside the club after another night of losing out to the more glamorous girls in their expensive clothes when she saw the young American wearing his Navy whites. She saw something in the eyes of this sturdily built young man sitting by himself on the sidewalk bench. He looked lonely and out of place sitting there watching the evening crowd. She smiled said ‘hi’, one of the few English words she knew. He smiled back and offered her a spot on his bench.

Three hours later he was in love for the first time in his life and she was hoping that this handsome young man would be her path to the life she dreamed of.

 

[Jett_73]

Helen discovered that Brett had a very different definition of 'blind date'.

The entree was interesting.

The main course delectable.

She was very much looking forward to dessert ...

 

[fletchx]

good stuff here people!

 

[Jett_73]

ZZZ

She turned and studied herself in the mirror.

Hmm, does my butt look big in this?

 

[Jett_73]

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Fruits Frais, or "Why you don't send your non-French-speaking friend to the florist in Paris" ...

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Imbecile! 'Marguerites et des fleurs', I said. Marguerites et des fleurs!

Not 'marguerites et des fraises'. L'enfer sanglant, they don't even sound the same!

And what the hell is Marguerite doing!?

 

[Scentofawoman]

Fruits Frais, or "Why you don't send your non-French-speaking friend to the florist in Paris" ...

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Imbecile! 'Marguerites et des fleurs', I said. Marguerites et des fleurs!

Not 'marguerites et des fraises'. L'enfer sanglant, they don't even sound the same!

And what the hell is Marguerite doing!?

She always wanted to be strawberry shortcake ever since she had the doll!

 

[Scentofawoman]

Excuse me? Are you looking at me? Are you LOOKING at me? You think I"m just some pretty object that walks around so all the ladies can ignore me? It's hard to look as good as I do so watch out, I'm walking here.

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[Scentofawoman]

I danced for almost 25 years. Sometimes I miss it so much. To be up on the stage, to be dressed in costumes that have not changed in centuries. Each peice has a meaning. Each movement and gesture tells a story. I did Bharatnatyam, the oldest known dance form. Growing up in the USA meant that there were only 3 teachers in my area. There were not a lot of students, so we never really got to compete with eachother. My grilfriend and I were the best around. Our movements synched, and we were magic on stage.




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[RedHairedandFriendly]

Great posts everyone. I got a chance to read through since my last pop in and I love them!! I'll contribute something today too.

 

[RjThoughts]

“Room service,” I called out entering the room. I pushed the cart into the middle of the living area and waited a moment for the guest. “Um, I need for you to sign, Miss,” I said when she didn’t come forward.

“I’m in here,” she said matter-of-factly. “Come in the bathroom, please.” I hesitated, remembering all the stories and movies about room service wait staff and maids being dismembered by serial killers in hotel rooms.

“I won’t bite, I promise,” she added in a soft, sensuous tone. I gathered my courage and walked to her voice. I stopped when I saw her standing in front of the mirror.

“I hope this is a good tip for you,” she purred.

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[RjThoughts]

We walked into the studio, our nerves already frayed to disconnection. Any sudden movement might have set either of us off. We had spent the last four months working on this case: Our client’s daughter had dropped out of college and disappeared. We had received several tips on her whereabouts, the most recent leading us to this place. After getting it, our informant was run down by a rather expensive sports car, the driver never stopping, never slowing down, to see if the man was okay. And this morning, we both had threatening messages on our cell phones, warning us that we needed to stop investigating this case, that the girl was fine and wanted to be left alone. I had my Smith and Wesson .455 drawn, my cousin his Colt, ready for something to happen, someone to jump out and shoot.

We checked each office and found them empty. A sense of relief was coming over me. I took off my leather Fedora and put it down on the reception desk as we went to check the administrative offices.

“Did you hear that?” Nate whispered. I nodded. I heard a few muffled feminine voices coming from the room marked “Vice President: Entertainment.” I silently pointed for Nate to take the left side of the door, I was going to open it and rush in. He nodded.

I said a prayer to my patron saints and moved towards the door. I steeled my nerves and reached for the knob. I mime counted to three and pulled.

“Freeze,” he and I shouted. We heard bodies hit the floor as I looked forward at the smiling young lady posed on the block, another woman about to take her picture.

“Jesus,” Nate whispered as he put his gun away.

“Redheads,“ I said as I slipped my S&W back in my holster. “Why did it have to be redheads?”


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