<font face=verdana size=1 color=#3399CC>oh, yeah</font> -- Alanna's House

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Date Posted: 21:18:42 02/11/02 Mon
Author: Alanna
Author Host/IP: 66.8.159.85
Subject: oh, yeah
In reply to: daemon 's message, "/what it's come to\" on 21:07:48 02/11/02 Mon

own lanterns had long since been hidden from view. lips release victim, only to engage own tongue in a new form of exercise. heart rate increases as form plasters 'gainst that of male. right hand travels up to entangle digits within locks.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> /revived\ -- daemon, 21:40:24 02/11/02 Mon (205.188.200.155)

/masculant encircles petite form of feminine within his own muscled physique, presing her with growing urgency 'gainst the back of the couch, struggling to r'main gentle with the insistent testosterone that controls his thoughts.\

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> hot dayum -- Alanna, 21:47:09 02/11/02 Mon (66.8.159.85)

own urgency grows, but for what? she hasn't got the slightest idea. whimper forces way out of larnyx, though is muffled 'gainst his lips. hips grind 'gainst his subconciously, body all but screaming in animalistic need for him.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /what to do\ -- Daemon, 22:05:38 02/11/02 Mon (64.12.105.176)

/brood comes up for air, releasing femme's lips reluctantly, breath ragged. devouring feminine with his eyes meanwhile, virile chews on lower lip, brushing femmae's ear with his mouth sensually. voice husky, barely emitted a whisper, he speaks.\ you all right, babe?

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> sweet -- Alanna, 22:14:13 02/11/02 Mon (66.8.159.85)

head spins and skin tingles at sound of his voice. mute nod is issued merely because voice fails her. heart remains thudding within chest. whatever these feelings were, they felt good.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /gotcha\ -- dae, 22:25:35 02/11/02 Mon (64.12.105.176)

/mascu nods also, skin still tingling from her simple touch, reduced to silence by this seductress. craving more, virile lays tiny kisses 'long femme's earlobe, tracing a route down bare neck and atop her collarbone, slowly. moving hands to accomodate new position, brood relaxes into siren's warmth.\

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> under your spell -- Alanna, 22:28:41 02/11/02 Mon (66.8.159.85)

shuddery breath is released in a warm puff of air, digits grapling to male to anchor herself. honestly feels as though she's melting into a pretty little puddle of pink goo. right leg hooks over male's hip to help keep form 'pon couch.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /keep it up\ -- dae, 22:44:42 02/11/02 Mon (64.12.105.176)

/brood raises a hand tentatively to feminine torso, falling gently 'pon cheekbone of she. pushing a stray tendril from her face, she smiles tenderly, shifting his weight to rest atop femora. digits slip down to the hem of garment, tracing a cautious route 'cross her stomach.\

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