<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3616296#msg3616296">Quote from: TheVillain on 11-09-2010, 05:40:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<strong>I will get a good look at those tits of yours.</strong>" he growls, moving a bit to create some friction. Along his cock, along his calves, it doesn't matter. His woman is getting the rough treatment but she's still his woman. The hand she's "biting" reaches up to grab her chin like he's angry with it.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ah, and those teeth aren't going to stop me.</strong>" he snickers, the other hand continuing the work of it's brother. Grabbing the neck zipper once more, he pulls the zipper down quickly to keep disrobing her.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dana's leather jacket peels apart to reveal a fine mesh shirt straining tightly against her bare, tanned skin, her stiff nipples poking through lustily. "Figured I'd change after we get there," she says with a wink, her hands sinking into his hair and pulling him close for a kiss.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3616220#msg3616220">Quote from: Writersblockade on 11-09-2010, 05:18:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Raymond &amp; Emma, Ray’s Bedroom<br/><br/>Raymond seemed to ponder her question some as he helped her up. With a small little look, he made sure she was fine, before he walked the bucket to the bar and worked the bottle open. When the satisfying pop was heard, he'd gave his answer “For now, you can call me what feels most comfortable. While we’re here. I don’t know if your Mistress wants me to be called anything special outside of this room.” He chuckled, letting her know he caught her little slip as he placed the bottle back in the bucket and grabbed a couple of glasses. <br/><br/>He looked back at her, and it was more than clear that he was amused by all of this while he walked back to her. The bucket and glasses her placed next to the bed and he sat down to make himself comfortable. The unbuttoned shirt he had on laid on him as lazily as he did the bed, and why not? They had designated this his own, and he’d make himself comfortable “You…I would like to call you Em. I know it’s absolutely horrible of me to try and shorten an already short name, but I happen to like Em. If you don’t, feel free to say so. This is our little demilitarized zone.” He chuckled at the thought and inspected the woman more as he waited.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Emma was not one to miss an obvious cue; she sat close to him on the bed, one leg folded underneath her, her knee almost brushing his leg. She smoothed her minidress as if some semblance of modesty were remotely possible. "Em is fine, thank you, Raymond," she said. "I suppose my little slip of the tongue gave away my position here - Mrs. Darling is my Mistress, yes." Emma hesitated momentarily. "I don't want you to think she ever makes me do anything I don't want to do," she added cautiously. "Mistress is very kind to me - so is Master. I can leave any time I want, but I don't want to."<br/>She folded her hands demurely in her lap. "As for a 'demilitarized zone', well." Her lips curved into a smile. "It's very nice of you to try to make me comfortable, but this<em>is</em>my home. Why don't you tell me what I can do to make<em>you</em>comfortable as well?" She leaned slightly forward as she spoke, a golden bang falling across her face, her cleavage peeking out from the loose silk of her dress.