Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, & friends)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Remiel on 27-12-2012, 09:10:21</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 09:10:21</strong>
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				Nestled high in the mountains, well away from the hustle and bustle of city life, there is a cabin, a remote hideaway.&nbsp; Only those who know of its location can find it, but those who can find it are welcome to make themselves at home.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Hideaway2.jpg)</div><br>Although rustic and rugged on the outside, the inside of the cabin boasts a variety of amenities, including a large lower living room, a modern kitchen with ample space for cooking and fully stocked with all kinds of baking accoutrements, lavish bedrooms with king-sized beds, and bathrooms with heated floors and indoor jacuzzis that can easily accommodate three people.&nbsp; The fire in the large fireplace is always roaring, and the cabin is always warm enough to walk around in one's underwear, but not so warm as to be stifling.<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Hideaway1.jpg)</div><br>What may <em>not</em> be obvious are the <em>secret</em> rooms, from which delighted shrieks and blissful screams have been heard during the odd hours of the night...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 00:02:55</strong>
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				Harley languidly stretched and threw off the covers of the bed she was in. She laid still for a moment longer as a smile creased her lips in remembrance of the night before. She opened her eyes and sat up, looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror. She laughed to herself and combed her fingers through her messy mane and then slid out of the bed. She padded to the bathroom, not bothering to put on a robe over her naked form as she was going to shower any way.<br><br>Turning on the shower to hot, she let the water run and when the room became steamy, she slipped inside. She moaned softly as the hot water ran over her body to work out the soreness of the many positions that Remiel had her in. The thought made her nipples hard and she couldn't resist to start her morning off right as she slipped her hand in between her thighs. Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom and wrapped a towel around her hair and a towel around her body. <br><br>She exited the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen as her stomach rumbled for some food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 00:28:58</strong>
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				Remiel awoke while Harley was still in the shower.&nbsp; He turned over, his hand falling upon the still-warm spot in the sheets left by her body.&nbsp; Thoughts of the fun night they'd had sprang to mind, and he grinned.&nbsp; <br><br>He still wasn't entirely satiated, though.&nbsp; He sat up, stretched, and then slipped out of bed, not even bothering to put on a robe.&nbsp; There was no one, here, who cared if he walked around the house <em>au naturale</em>, and the central heating made it so the inside of the cabin was sufficiently warm. <br><br>He came upon Harley while she was inspecting the contents of the refrigerator.&nbsp; &nbsp;Approaching her from behind, he shamelessly pressed himself against her, his thighs moulding to her towel-covered bottom.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good morning, sexy," he murmured, nipping at her left shoulder with his teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 00:36:21</strong>
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				"Mmm, I see the beast has awakened." She grinned as she straightened and closed the fridge door. She turned in his grasp and leaned against the fridge. Thankfully, it was secured to the floor to keep from toppling over. She hooked her left leg around him to keep him pressed against her and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Did you get enough last night baby or do I need to sufficiently provide you with more material?" She grinned and let her towel drop an inch to give him a teasing view of the tops of her full breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 00:39:51</strong>
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				The revealing of the tops of her breasts did not go unnoticed, and she caught him sneaking a long peek.&nbsp; "Well, I thought I might have my way with you on the kitchen table...or simply just throw you against it and take you from behind."&nbsp; He returned the kiss, sneaking his arms around her waist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 00:58:19</strong>
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				Giggling, she grabbed his arms and pried them away from her, sneaking out of his grasps. "I think you should go sit down and let me give you something special." She left it at that and ushered him to the kitchen table that he had alluded to fucking her on. Once he sat down in a chair that had his back to her, she turned and went back to the fridge. Opening it, she reached in and grabbed the pie that she had made last night before all their fun had started.<br><br>Carrying it, she placed the pie in front of him and went back to the fridge. There, she shed her towel and waited for him to dig in. She hung the towel through the fridge door and pressed her warm body to the coolness of the fridge to make her nipples stand at attention. She was excited to give him something extra special this morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 01:03:18</strong>
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				He was reluctant to let her go, but he had learned by now that Harley was quite stubborn when she didn't get her way, so he let her have it--most of the time.&nbsp; <br><br>The pie was a nice surprise; it was a chocolate meringue, with a delectably sweet chocolate pudding for the filling and a light, sugary foam on top of the crust.&nbsp; It looked simply delicious, and while it was an odd thing to have for breakfast he certainly wasn't going to complain.<br><br>He twisted around in his chair, trying to see if she had put aside any plates.&nbsp; It seemed strange to eat it right out of the pie tin.&nbsp; In the corner of his eye, he spied her as she removed the towel and pressed her breasts against the fridge.&nbsp; He lifted an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 01:09:14</strong>
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				"What?" She teasingly asked him as she leaned off the fridge and sauntered over to him. "Can you blame a girl for being hot?" She gave him a saucy wink and then kissed his cheek. She walked around to the opposite end of the table and then perches her round rear on the edge. "That pie looks delicious, but I have something that will make it even better and I just know you will <em>love</em> it." With that, she swung herself on to the top of the table and then stood up.<br><br>She kept her balance for a moment and then very slowly walked over to where he sat. She stood before him a few moments and placing her hands on her hips she lifted a foot. She brought it up to his shoulder and placing it there, she slowly drug her foot down his arm, his forearm over his hand finally she inserted her foot into the entire pie.<br><br>She grinned wickedly at him and then blew him a kiss. "Oops."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 01:25:23</strong>
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				Remiel watched Harley as she sauntered to the opposite end of the table, and then proceeded to climb upon it.&nbsp; His eyes widened as she stalked toward him; she seemed like a goddess, her shapely curves swaying as her feet padded over the polished wooden surface.<br><br>And then she stood before him, above him, completely naked, a feast for the eyes.&nbsp; He grinned,&nbsp; licking his lips in anticipation.&nbsp; He half-rose out of his seat, as if prepared to climb onto the table with her.<br><br>But then she put her foot on his shoulder, pushing him back down into his seat.&nbsp; Her foot moved down, slipping over his bare arm--and then she stepped directly into the pie, ruining it.&nbsp; This was no accident; she had done this on purpose.<br><br>He looked down at the shattered crust, the chocolate filling squishing between her toes.&nbsp; Eyes wide, he shivered, his lust now straining between his legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HarleyQuinn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 01:45:39</strong>
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				She grinned and then put her other foot into the pie to make it just as messy as the other one. She bought her feet up and down in the pie to make it an unrecognizable mess.<br><br>"So baby. Would you like some pie?"<br><br>She bent down and then sat on her ass and scooted back to the middle of the table, dragging the pie with her by her feet. Once in the middle of the table, she brought her feet out of the pie and then wiggled her chocolate covered toes in his direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mountain Hideaway (Remiel, Harley, &amp; friends)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 01:52:21</strong>
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				Such a waste! Such a nice-looking pie, trampled into a flaky, white-and-brown mess.<br><br>However, seeing his food all over her feet was doing something to him, making his manhood strain like a hyperactive puppy on a leash.&nbsp; He eyed Harley as she sat down, one foot still in the pie tin, the other lifted and wiggling in his direction.<br><br>He didn't need to be told twice.&nbsp; He leaned forward, taking hold of her ankle, and began to lick the chocolate and meringue yumminess from the bottom of her foot.
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