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Subject: /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ Author: Jason [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:16:20 11/30/06 Thu In reply to: Lessa 's message, "::Lost my Mind::" on 12:04:41 11/30/06 Thu He would have loved to turn his head and capture those lips, but that would be far too dangeruse. Of corse, if he had to die, that would be the way to go, with his arms wraped about her slender fame and his lips fused to hers. But he wasn't dieing, the slight increase of blood flow to his lower regions was making sure he knew that he was alive and healthy. So he had to settle with tilting his head ever so slightly to allow her better access to his tender neck. Only a few more minutes and he could give back every bit of torment she was delivering to him at the moment. If she'd been on teh back of a bike with anyone else, what she was doing could be a major problem and a safty hazard. But she knew how well he could ride, and he knew just how far she could push him before he had to pull over. All was balleneced with them, it always had been [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ::Lost my Mind:: Lessa 12:36:23 11/30/06 Thu /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 12:50:36 11/30/06 Thu ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 13:10:48 11/30/06 Thu /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 13:58:36 11/30/06 Thu ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 14:06:34 11/30/06 Thu /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 14:34:56 11/30/06 Thu ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 02:33:11 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 08:56:28 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 09:14:54 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 09:40:21 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 10:12:49 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 10:30:50 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 10:48:12 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 11:00:40 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 11:38:35 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 11:47:00 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- lessa, 12:24:21 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 12:37:35 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 12:55:30 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 13:13:40 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 13:29:05 12/01/06 Fri /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 14:00:15 12/01/06 Fri ::Lost my Mind:: -- Lessa, 02:43:10 12/02/06 Sat /|\Like Red on a Rose/|\ -- Jason, 09:20:57 12/06/06 Wed