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"Rose"
thats what he kept calling me.
Looking at my freshly scrubbed, pinkish skin in the mirror, I was dwelling on our most recent banter about the nickname. I had asked him many times over, "why?" But he always just smiled back in a mischevious almost sly way. Never a response, just that look that melted me right where I stood. "How could any woman possibly look at those deep brown eyes and not fall apart."
Today had been different though, jokingly, I had told him "one of these days you're gonna tell me what that means" he came back with, "No, one of these days I'm gonna show you what it means!"
"What the hell did that mean?" Sometimes I wondered if he was leading me on just for the thrill of it.
This time my mind wondered back to my favorite assumed meaning...
Coming in from another aggravating day at the hospital, I was bone tired. Unlocking the door thinking I was headed for another lonely night of microwaved dinner in front of the tv with only my cat for company. Instead, I found a trail of beautiful, perfectly shaped rose petals in every color imaginable leading a path to the bathroom. Following this scented lane, more than curious who the creator was, I found even more rose petals lying all around my over-sized, claw-footed bathtub. Soft, glowing candles seemed to be surrounding me, a tall glass of slightly sweating chilled wine on the floor beside what appeared to be a million intricately placed rose petals. Somewhere, soft music was playing.
Looking around, trying to imagine who could have done all this, my eyes fell on him. Standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of cobalt blue boxers, leaving his muscle toned chest exposed for my eyes to drink in.
Somehow, tearing my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted body, I manage to work up to the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen and realize they are looking straight at me. Holding up the glass of wine in his hand, he gave me the deepest, most inviting smile.
He seemed to float to me, as if on air, I begin to ask him how, why, and a million other things that are flowing through my mind. But he holds one finger to my lips, silencing me instantly. He reaches down to pick-up the other wine glass off the floor setting his own down at the same time, his eyes never leaving mine.
He hands me the drink, and eases me back onto the vanity bench to sit. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he slowly takes each of my work-worn shoes and socks off my aching feet. Firmly, but gently he begins to massage the soles of my feet, throughly rubbing and working all the days stresses from each. His eyes still holding mine, in a mesmerized trance of longing…
Slowly his hands begin to work their way up my calves, massaging my legs through my nurses white stockings...
OCC: Care to elaborate on 'his' thoughts?
thats what he kept calling me.
Looking at my freshly scrubbed, pinkish skin in the mirror, I was dwelling on our most recent banter about the nickname. I had asked him many times over, "why?" But he always just smiled back in a mischevious almost sly way. Never a response, just that look that melted me right where I stood. "How could any woman possibly look at those deep brown eyes and not fall apart."
Today had been different though, jokingly, I had told him "one of these days you're gonna tell me what that means" he came back with, "No, one of these days I'm gonna show you what it means!"
"What the hell did that mean?" Sometimes I wondered if he was leading me on just for the thrill of it.
This time my mind wondered back to my favorite assumed meaning...
Coming in from another aggravating day at the hospital, I was bone tired. Unlocking the door thinking I was headed for another lonely night of microwaved dinner in front of the tv with only my cat for company. Instead, I found a trail of beautiful, perfectly shaped rose petals in every color imaginable leading a path to the bathroom. Following this scented lane, more than curious who the creator was, I found even more rose petals lying all around my over-sized, claw-footed bathtub. Soft, glowing candles seemed to be surrounding me, a tall glass of slightly sweating chilled wine on the floor beside what appeared to be a million intricately placed rose petals. Somewhere, soft music was playing.
Looking around, trying to imagine who could have done all this, my eyes fell on him. Standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of cobalt blue boxers, leaving his muscle toned chest exposed for my eyes to drink in.
Somehow, tearing my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted body, I manage to work up to the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen and realize they are looking straight at me. Holding up the glass of wine in his hand, he gave me the deepest, most inviting smile.
He seemed to float to me, as if on air, I begin to ask him how, why, and a million other things that are flowing through my mind. But he holds one finger to my lips, silencing me instantly. He reaches down to pick-up the other wine glass off the floor setting his own down at the same time, his eyes never leaving mine.
He hands me the drink, and eases me back onto the vanity bench to sit. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he slowly takes each of my work-worn shoes and socks off my aching feet. Firmly, but gently he begins to massage the soles of my feet, throughly rubbing and working all the days stresses from each. His eyes still holding mine, in a mesmerized trance of longing…
Slowly his hands begin to work their way up my calves, massaging my legs through my nurses white stockings...
OCC: Care to elaborate on 'his' thoughts?
FrenziedMaiden
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Excuse me, but what is this all about? This was a thread that was created by mistake, hence the in the original post. I had hoped for it to sink to the bottom, never to be seen again. Hopefully, it now will.
in the original post. I had hoped for it to sink to the bottom, never to be seen again. Hopefully, it now will.
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FrenziedMaiden
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I'm just mad because I made a mistake by creating this thread, and am embarrassed by it.
OOC: I'm game...Besides, it seems as if all the other threads are a hundred pages deep. Feels good to get in on the ground floor.
My hands move slowly, mechanically up her legs. The interplay of stocking and flesh beneath my fingers causing an alluring sensation of stiff nylon and creamy smooth skin.
I see the questions in her eyes wash away as her head rolls back and rests against the pale bathroom tile. The bun on the back of her head, a neccessity in her line of work, flattening into a pillow, the candlelight dancing in her raven-black hair.
As her muscles unknot beneath my hands, her smile deepens, then curls downward as my hands move further up her thighs, her lips puckering into a moist "O" as relaxation gives way to deeper sensations. Her inner thighs are moist with her heat and I have to will myself under control as my body responds enthusiastically to the feel of her warmth and the subtly slick quality of the skin between her legs.
It was always the most tenderpart of her body. She would lie next to me from the bath and fall instantly asleep, maddening me with wave after wave of her soft, wet smell. It was like her body was calling to me from behind a closed door, one that she herself had locked.
We denied each other at times, and she would not be taken in her sleep.
Her face was poised as if she were asleep. Her eyes were half-lidded and her breaths came swiftly, one atop the other. She turned her head from side to side as I pressed on, undoing her respectable little bun and causing her hair to spill unkempt over her shoulders.
Her thighs trembled as she tried to keep them still. The urges within her demanding she open them and her will overcompensating and trying to press them tight together.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked deep into my own, fixing me with the intent stare she used when words will not come or will not suffice. Her small pink tongue darts across her lips and the candlelight briefly plays on the wetness before she speaks...
OOC: I'm new...will this do?
My hands move slowly, mechanically up her legs. The interplay of stocking and flesh beneath my fingers causing an alluring sensation of stiff nylon and creamy smooth skin.
I see the questions in her eyes wash away as her head rolls back and rests against the pale bathroom tile. The bun on the back of her head, a neccessity in her line of work, flattening into a pillow, the candlelight dancing in her raven-black hair.
As her muscles unknot beneath my hands, her smile deepens, then curls downward as my hands move further up her thighs, her lips puckering into a moist "O" as relaxation gives way to deeper sensations. Her inner thighs are moist with her heat and I have to will myself under control as my body responds enthusiastically to the feel of her warmth and the subtly slick quality of the skin between her legs.
It was always the most tenderpart of her body. She would lie next to me from the bath and fall instantly asleep, maddening me with wave after wave of her soft, wet smell. It was like her body was calling to me from behind a closed door, one that she herself had locked.
We denied each other at times, and she would not be taken in her sleep.
Her face was poised as if she were asleep. Her eyes were half-lidded and her breaths came swiftly, one atop the other. She turned her head from side to side as I pressed on, undoing her respectable little bun and causing her hair to spill unkempt over her shoulders.
Her thighs trembled as she tried to keep them still. The urges within her demanding she open them and her will overcompensating and trying to press them tight together.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked deep into my own, fixing me with the intent stare she used when words will not come or will not suffice. Her small pink tongue darts across her lips and the candlelight briefly plays on the wetness before she speaks...
OOC: I'm new...will this do?
FrenziedMaiden
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Oh Please!!!! Please begin your own thread and let this one be!
It's cool. Just trying to find a place to dig in and take root.
I'd go with old-fashioned roleplay, but my roleplay (whether it's got mithril gauntlets or leather masks) isn't old-fashioned and it seems that great care has been taken not to mix the two genres.
I'd go with old-fashioned roleplay, but my roleplay (whether it's got mithril gauntlets or leather masks) isn't old-fashioned and it seems that great care has been taken not to mix the two genres.
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OCC: Wow! I never imagined someone would get soooo offended by my innocent approach to aide with a storyline. I sincerely apologize for any harm caused to you. Also, I would like to express my sympathies to a person whom obviously has such low esteem as to be offended by a "virgin's" attempts to express herself. Further I would like to thank you for letting me know that even here there are inconsiderate assholes lurking.
If any of the other, seemingly interested posters care to start another such thread please feel free to let me know.
IC: Just as he is working his way up my warm moist thighs, and I was beginning to genuinely want him...
At least that was the description written in the police report, after the double homicide that occured.
If any of the other, seemingly interested posters care to start another such thread please feel free to let me know.
IC: Just as he is working his way up my warm moist thighs, and I was beginning to genuinely want him...
At least that was the description written in the police report, after the double homicide that occured.
Sex and Double-homicide.
Kind of like a perfume commercial.
Passion is Love...
Love is life...
Life is death...
Rose...by Calvin Klein
Free bottle of "Killing me Softly" body spray with any purchase of $45.00 or more.
Offer not valid in Hawaii, Puerto Rico, or U.S. Virgin Islands
Kind of like a perfume commercial.
Passion is Love...
Love is life...
Life is death...
Rose...by Calvin Klein
Free bottle of "Killing me Softly" body spray with any purchase of $45.00 or more.
Offer not valid in Hawaii, Puerto Rico, or U.S. Virgin Islands
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