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Date Posted: 08:53:00 05/30/02 Thu
Author: Cullyn
Author Host/IP: 12.150.138.23
Subject: I turned my back on you and me; cause I was scared to see
In reply to: Skyler 's message, "Uh huh...one question....What's the catch?" on 14:36:43 05/28/02 Tue

Lone masculine ingresses forth into forbidden entity slowly, dark brown orics, so dark in color they appear black, probe the tenebrous slowly. Shifting large physique uncomfortably, muscular limbs garbed in a faded blue jeans, the cuff which fit over the tops of cowboy boots as snugly as gloves; the dull gleam of belt buckle, feathered with so many scratches it had the look of burnished silver, dwelling pon streamline waist. The faded blue polo shirt swirling in coloration with the subtle shadings of blue to darker blue in the places where his chest strained against the fabric. A slight simper dancing forth to tease the corner’s of male’s labria as the familiar ebonite crown is spotted in a dark corner, slowly weaving his way thru the horde simper quickly diminishing to a grim set line spying the other boar she talked to. Coming to halt behind her stool calloused dactyl moves forth brushing those silken ebonite tendrils away from porcelain nape. Cranium deviating slightly, rogue baritone flowing smoothly past brute’s larynx, “Hey Evil.” Digits trace the delicate epidermal of swan’s nape tenderly, a smoldering glare given to the other mascu, before a grim smirk dancing forth, true she was no longer his persay but he wouldn’t let anyone on that secret, “I waited at your place but you never showed up,” he states matter of factly.

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