Yet another Fluffy Thread Singing the praises of SummerRose

[Rhys]

I wanna be your polar bear!

 

[Summery]

You just want me to warm your feet, don't you?

Does Rhys need a snuggle?


Anymore fluff in a 24 hour period, and we will all go into a sugar coma.

 

[Rhys]

She's blushing. I can tell.

 

[Summery]

No, I was yawning.

 

[Rhys]

You just want me to warm your feet, don't you?

Does Rhys need a snuggle?


Anymore fluff in a 24 hour period, and we will all go into a sugar coma.

I desperately need a snuggle! Besides, sugar is good for you...

especially if you have Lips Like Sugar...

 

[Rhys]

No, I was yawning.

That deserves a spanking young lady!

 

[Summery]

I desperately need a snuggle! Besides, sugar is good for you...

especially if you have Lips Like Sugar...

Snuggles, good.

My lips, like poison.

 

[Summery]

That deserves a spanking young lady!

My cheap ploys, do work!

 

[Rhys]

Snuggles, good.

My lips, like poison.

Then let me drink from thee thine poison, for I am immune to drafts from stinging wee beasties and carrion blades...the sweetest kiss that ere I had, brings death and life itself...

 

[Rhys]

My cheap ploys, do work!

Bends you over the arm of the chair...now there's a naughty girl...you forgot your panties again! Slowly rubs one cheek then the other...preparing to strike...

 

[Summery]

Then let me drink from thee thine poison, for I am immune to drafts from stinging wee beasties and carrion blades...the sweetest kiss that ere I had, brings death and life itself...

So poetic. It's my pink bunny slippers that inspires you, isn't it?

 

[Summery]

Bends you over the arm of the chair...now there's a naughty girl...you forgot your panties again! Slowly rubs one cheek then the other...preparing to strike...

Would you mind rubbing a litte lower...awww, a little more to the right, please.

 

[Rhys]

She comes on little pink feet, the soft step of her bunny slippers sliding over the hardwood floor with the faintest padding treads...she catches me unawares at my computer typing insanely on some dark quest for self realisation...she folds her arms around my neck, her raspberry scent envelops me and the softest brush of her hair on my chest sends shivers down my spine...

 

[Guest]

 

[Rhys]

Hiya Foxy...long time no type!

 

[Guest]

 

[Rhys]

She kisses me, feather light across the nape of my neck and I feel it swirl like some intoxicating drink down my spine. She is all soft and warm...a puddle of snuggle, drawing me away from the keyboard with her urgent and insistant caress...

 

[Vulnavia]

Hmm. Somebody was feeling inspired last night!