Bayview Bed & Breakfast - Bedroom #1
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				Title: <strong>Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 11:02:31</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 11:36:36</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Weekend June 13th to June 15th</span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 13:20:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br><strong>Who:</strong> Carter Sagle<br><strong>When:</strong> June 13, late night<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting in a comfy chair<br><strong>Warning: </strong> None<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky had been out and about all evening. She knew everyone by name and by preference and in her mind there were only two available guys. There was the swimmer and the PI. Carter had to have been paired up with one of the two other women. She wasn’t avoiding Carter or even thinking of him as unattractive, it was quite the opposite. With him being Roman’s best friend, it had sort of labelled him as off-limits to her even if Roman had passed and that her grieving process was done. Carter had been so supportive and if Vicky had been a little reluctant to host a ruined alcoholic in the studio, she had changed her mind completely since. She would not be where she was now without him.<br><br>That was just it, the irony of it. She would not be sitting in the room she once shared with Roman, staring at the sheet of her assigned partner for the weekend. Carter. It was Carter. She was of two, not three minds about it. The first thought was why had he not said anything when he figured that they were in the same room? He had almost said something, hadn’t he? She could recall him calling her name with an hesitation in his voice and then changed his mind. The second was if he had changed his mind on purpose. Did he think that <em>she</em> would have paired them together on purpose? Or had he assumed she didn’t know? And why had he gone alone with it? Did he… like her this way? The third, and this was the worst of all, she wondered how much of a betrayal of her late husband it would be if she were to have sex with Carter.<br><br>How would it change their relationship? Would they go through with it? Carter was quite handsome and she had seen him shirtless thanks to the pool in the backyard, so she had had time to get an eyeful of him and appreciate his form. He was attractive to her, she repeated to herself again. She wasn’t trying to convince herself, but rather to get comfortable with the idea that she could think of Carter as a man, a desirable one. Sitting in a cushioned chair that stood by the dresser, the place she usually used to tend to her toenails, or to wear her pumps, Vicky just stared down to the picture on the sheet, not sure if she had overcome the shock just yet.<br><br>She had changed from the evening, even before knowing who was her match. She had stripped herself from the black tight tank and the short black skirt to reveal a pale pink set of underwear (http://www.listal.com/viewimage/5023199) that emphasized the size of her breasts which was generous for her lean frame, and the flatness of her stomach. Vicky was never embarrassed because of her curves or even shy about them. Now, though, she had a white satin robe over it, held closed by the belt at her waist. She waited for Carter, to see if he was surprised or not to be with her, if he had omitted saying anything on purpose.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 18:47:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle <br><strong>Who:</strong> Victoria "Vicky"Tucker<br><strong>Where:</strong>Entry<br><strong>When: </strong> June 13, late evening<br><strong>Warning:</strong> None <br><hr>e made himself as busy as he could for the balance of Friday, as afternoon slipped by into evening.&nbsp; He made a trip to the kitchen after realizing that guest after guest had come through, and he had only greeted one.&nbsp; He made himself a plate of his own shepherd's pie, there was plenty left, then spent some time getting the kitchen into order.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked for Vicky to happen by any moment as he tended to placing leftovers neatly in the fridge and double checking things were available for guests should anyone come looking for a snack.&nbsp; He made sure the pre-printed signs were in plain view so that guests could help themselves. <br><br>He made his way back to the studio, passing by the envelopes, there was only one remaining, his own.&nbsp; A jolt of his own nerves shot through his body as he realized that by now, she likely knew.&nbsp; It was one final indication that this die had been cast.&nbsp; Not finding her in the studio meant one last possible likely place that she could be.&nbsp; <em>Bedroom #1</em>.&nbsp; Butterflies fluttered about his stomach as he remembered back through days and nights sharing long conversations.&nbsp; He smiled, recalling how pretty she'd look with her sweetly innocent face, her brown eyes were always so full of hope, always so warm and trusting.&nbsp; He'd catch himself, usually, before gazing too long or be too admiring, but he couldn't deny those moments existed.&nbsp; She made it easy enough, though, she never let a situation grow awkward, and he maintained his composure as well, and it helped to make their living arrangement seem not strange at all.&nbsp; She was just too good of a friend, and had helped him through so much.&nbsp; Now that she was his boss, it added one more layer to the complexion of their relationship.&nbsp; In ways, she was like a sister or a friend, and there was no escaping the reality that she was his best friends wife. <br><br>Only when the whole twist to the B&amp;B was concocted did he really start to see her show the side of her that needed, or wanted, male companionship.&nbsp; At first, it was a strange notion to discuss, but fueled along by a rare breaking of his own rules and sharing a glass of wine, or three, that night he saw her speak of her hidden desires.&nbsp; When she described the kinds of things she hoped for, in another man, that he could see himself in what she wished for.&nbsp; He didn't dare go there, then, though he wanted to when he could see her in that light.&nbsp; <em>Why not me?</em> he found himself wishing he could ask when this other side of her surfaced.&nbsp; He had gone out of his way to repay her for every kindness she ever offered him.&nbsp; In a way, it was gratitude, in another, it was because Vicky was just amazing to him, in every way.&nbsp; Despite his wish to be seen <em>that way</em> he knew damn well that Roman was why not.&nbsp; Still, the idea that mourning was past, that healing had begun, it was awkward to imagine sweet Vicky exploring her new beginnings with any man.&nbsp; Let alone the fact that they realized they <em>both</em> shared some unspoken interest in the crazy idea of exploring BDSM evenings with random partners.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His thoughts circled though his mind, the silent rehearsal of his speech had played like an endless loop of conviction of thought, then <em>erase, erase, erase</em> and a reset.&nbsp; <em>"Vicky, I've always..."</em> no...<em>"Vicky, you and I have..."</em>.&nbsp; He started doing a few push-ups, then pumping the dumbbells before showering.&nbsp; It wouldn't hurt to be a little bit pumped up before hand, the best impression possible.&nbsp; He stopped the silent speech rehearsal, the time had come, and he had nothing.&nbsp; A very thorough shower, a shave, brushing of teeth, meticulous care to details, and there was nothing left to do, but to walk through the house into bedroom #1.&nbsp; He opted for a pair of black silk boxers, then donned his plush black robe (http://rs1289.pbsrc.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/th_zps0f2b6429.jpg~320x480).<br><br>In his pocket, he had nothing but the keycard to Roman and Vicky's, or rather, his assigned room.<br><br>He slid the card, heard the familiar click, then steeled himself with confidence.&nbsp; Entering the room, he put on his biggest and brightest smile.&nbsp; At the worst, he knew he could get Vicky laughing if she was upset with him. <br><br>His eyes grew wide as he made his entry.&nbsp; She was sitting in the chair, dressed neatly in her white satin robe, cinched tight at the waist.&nbsp; She looked gorgeous in the simple robe, her body just beneath the flowing surface was petite and sexy, though the way she sat, the way the robe was closed, she looked more like she was ready for a discussion than a surprise encounter with a stranger.&nbsp; He spied his own dossier in her lap.&nbsp; His smile maintained a crooked pleasantness and he raised his eyebrows, "Suprise!" he said playfully.&nbsp; He extended his hands out as if to demonstrate, <em>hey, it's me!</em> in a fun mannerism.&nbsp; His expression was cautious, though far from sheepish.&nbsp; &nbsp;His heart was thumping in his chest, though he maintained his full conviction that this would be the moment.&nbsp; His eyes sought to meet hers, and he'd look intently and intensely to her.&nbsp; The quirky half smile would vanish and he'd look at her, for once, with a deep hope, that this move could be alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 12:07:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br><strong>Who:</strong> Carter Sagle<br><strong>When:</strong> June 13, late night<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting in a comfy chair<br><strong>Warning: </strong> None<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky just kept trying to focus on the fact that everything would be fine, but she was nervous. She was far more anxious than she had been with her first stranger. She lived with Carter all year long and couldn’t imagine living in this house alone if things went south between them. A lot of the Bed and Breakfast concept depended on him. Without him, she would be too busy to participate, but there was more to it than that. She had grown accustomed to his presence and did not want it to change. Everything will be fine. Deep breath. Everything will be fine. Another deep breath.<br><br>When the click of the lock filled the otherwise silent room, Vicky’s breath caught in her throat. She kept her eyes trained on the door, ready to see him come through. Had there been a hint of surprise? She wanted to believe that it was a yes, that he had not noticed that it was his profile which matched with the second key for room #1, but everything told her otherwise. He had to have known, there was no way it would have escaped his attention. Vicky was always in room #1, it was her room. While it had an empty dresser for the guest to put their stuff in, everything else was hers, and this was where she enjoyed sleeping during the week.<br><br>“For a surprise, it’s a surprise.” Vicky agreed and she tried to say it with a smile, but struggled. She couldn’t accuse him of knowing and not telling her, she realized suddenly. She had asked Carter to fill the envelopes so she wouldn’t know who she was paired with and she had never requested not to be paired with him. With that sudden realization, Vicky chuckled softly and shook her head. “Do you really want to go through with this?” She asked him and stood up gracefully. She walked barefoot to her dresser where she left the card, the envelope and his profile. Did she want to go through with it? Why not? Because he was Roman’s best friend? As harsh as it sounded, Roman was dead and it wasn’t like she had been sleeping with Carter before the accident.<br><br>“I would not take it personal if you decided not to.” Vicky added in an attempt to make it easier for him to back away from her. She wouldn’t force him to be with her if it made him feel bad or if he did not want of her. After all, if she didn’t really see him as a sexually available man before, he could have had similar thoughts about her. She leaned her hip against the dresser and then betrayed how nervous she felt by fidgeting. She crossed her arms over her chest and then realized how defensive and closed off that could come across as, move her hands to her hips and again realized that she was sending the wrong signal. She was just nervous and apprehensive; not at all angry with him. She had to admit, their profile <em>did</em> match…<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 00:01:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle <br><strong>Who:</strong> Victoria "Vicky"Tucker <br><strong>Where:</strong>Entry<br><strong>When: </strong> June 13, late evening <br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>He had already driven himself into a state of bonkers over guessing, then second guessing himself.&nbsp; The fact that she slipped into the room and they hadn't even had a chance to speak of it had left much of his planning on clever things to say out the window.&nbsp; If there was a conversation before they were behind closed doors, he thought it might have been easier, neutral ground as it were.&nbsp; As soon as he was in <em>her</em> bedroom, he was in <em>her</em> space and the sense that he invaded her sanctuary wasn't lost on him.&nbsp; Her tight smile gave him pause.&nbsp; Her words were stilted, her tentativeness spoke volumes.&nbsp; Though when she did speak, thankfully she didn't sound angry at him.&nbsp; Anger would have been difficult to overcome.<br><br>When he realized the surprised state she was in, he recalled that he had more than a full day to be in-the-know about this where she may have had at best, a few hours, if that.&nbsp; All of his pre-planning of things he might say hadn't amounted to much, he decided he'd need to trust his gut instincts.&nbsp; So far, it had gone as well as he could hope.&nbsp; She wasn't showing signs of any drastic nature, though she was difficult to read given her strong sense of self.&nbsp; He knew she could manage to hold her emotions far from the surface if she needed to.&nbsp; He also knew how real she could be when she let them out. <br><br>She asked the question, if he really wanted to go through with this.&nbsp; He stood, dazed at the tone, at the words.&nbsp; They both concocted a game, a playful means to put trysts together, to have a little fun.&nbsp; Meet new people, satisfy some urges, and were delighted at the responses from clients.&nbsp; His only prior pairing was a good time, as the game started.&nbsp; Vicky had her own fun, too, but neither really shared details with the other, some unspoken courtesy of privacy taking hold.&nbsp; Carter, though, felt his own left a shallow feeling when he bid goodbye to the lady that he shared the weekend with.&nbsp; He imagined Vicky may have felt the same way, but truth be told, he couldn't get a read on it.&nbsp; He was concerned for her ever since.&nbsp; He tried to make himself available should she want to discuss her re-entry into ... involvement, but she never sought to speak on the matter.<br><br>He couldn't answer the question as it was posed, <em>did he want to go through with this?</em>&nbsp; The question was a fair one, it <em>was</em> a game, and if it were put that way, if it was seen that way, by Vicky, the truth was no, he couldn't.&nbsp; He didn't want to play this game with Vicky.&nbsp; He stood, shocked by his own feelings over the words she asked.&nbsp; Suddenly it made the whole situation seem ridiculous and shallow.&nbsp; What was fine for a stranger just couldn't fit for Vicky.&nbsp; He stood at a loss for a moment, his stomach clenching and churning over <em>going through with this...game</em>.<br><br>The tone he heard just didn't match his feelings.&nbsp; He was here to make some things right, somehow, his chance to say ok to hopefully a brand new layer, but a better one, a richer one, not a shallow one.&nbsp; His time spent in befuddlement spanned to her follow-up comment, that she'd not take it personal if he decided not to.&nbsp; His loss was exacerbated by what could be taken as a suggestion, perhaps.&nbsp; Was that <em>her wish</em> that he take that suggestion, be the man and make the decision, whilst she supply only the suggestion of it?&nbsp; She crossed her arms, and he reacted instinctively, frozen in time, cut off from the warm thought he had of her all day long, and the sweet undercurrents of his feelings for her for much longer.&nbsp; The body language was cold, maybe hiding anger.&nbsp; He panicked, though he tried desperately not to show it.<br><br>She shifted, though, from her hands crossed, to her hands on her hip.&nbsp; Her <em>boss</em> stance if he had ever seen it!&nbsp; His eyes grew wide at what that could have meant, it was a tell tale stance for her.&nbsp; It was the one she used when she had felt like something was not done right, not done to her expectations, or she was disappointed somehow.&nbsp; He had seen it several times, and it wasn't that he feared it, unless he really felt like he had neglected something he said he'd do, which was rare.&nbsp; It was that something didn't meet her expectations.&nbsp; He might have had some grand idea or vision and they didn't see eye to eye.&nbsp; That she didn't understand what he had in mind.&nbsp; Suddenly, he realized what he thought it meant.&nbsp; He calmed from being skittish as he felt a notion that he saw this as some game.<br><br>"Vicky, I don't want to <em> go through with this</em>, like it is just a weekend," he stated with a confidence that was rock steady, even if he was scared to death, on her sacred ground, and about to bear his inner self.&nbsp; "I do want to tell you, you are more to me than a boss, though."&nbsp; It was only a start.&nbsp; it was a bombshell.&nbsp; He was about to say more, the rest of the speech was just beneath the surface, but, was it sincere in a robe and silk shorts?&nbsp; She was so beautiful, and so precious.&nbsp; The fear that welled on that start of his declaration that now hung there, and couldn't be taken back, ever begun to mount.&nbsp; He had no shame, though, save for somehow thinking her room, in this game, was somehow the way to say it.&nbsp; He swallowed hard, he didn't explicitly say the words that might have followed.&nbsp; Instead, he stood tall, proud and assured and repeated, "more than a boss to me."<br><br>He said it, or part of it, though now the night clothes seemed beyond presumptive and shallow.&nbsp; As did the game.&nbsp; He looked at her, a bit sheepishly, seeing her in such provocative dress, then gestured to his own robe.&nbsp; "Maybe I could have said that in a more appropriate setting," his confidence wavered at the leap of logic this all indicated.&nbsp; He smiled and lowered his face a bit, though he raised his eyes, hopefully.&nbsp; He had much more he could say, but he needed to see her reaction before he dared another word.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 14:02:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br><strong>Who:</strong> Carter Sagle<br><strong>When:</strong> June 13, late night<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting in a comfy chair<br><strong>Warning: </strong> None<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>More than a boss to me</em>… Victoria certainly hoped so. For a moment, she thought she could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. Had she really put him on the spot? Was her wording wrong and leading him to think she didn’t want to honor the pairing? Now that she thought about it, she realized that it could well be what made him quiet, and unsure. Or at least that was her perception of how he had been since she had given him the option to walk out on her without leaving a mark on their friendship.<br><br>“When it comes to this business, yuu are more a partner than an employee.” She replied to his comment, and after a pause that lasted only seconds, she felt the need to add more. “Carter, you are a friend to me.&nbsp; You’ve been there for me when I needed a shoulder, and you helped me through some very rough times and I am incredibly grateful. This pairing, I can’t consider it a game. I’ve got too much to lose if this damages our friendship or makes it awkward after.” Vicky finally allowed him to talk again. She had no idea if he would catch what she meant to say, although her tone sounded quite genuine and gentle. She wasn’t giving him the ‘let’s be friend’ speech, but rather the ‘you mean a lot to me, I don’t want to jeopardize it’ speech.<br><br>Vicky straightened up and&nbsp; walked to him. “The way we’re dressed doesn’t add or remove weight to your words, Carter.” And Vicky bit her lower lip, a small frown marred her features for a short moment but not in a disapproving way. It was an expression Carter could recognize as one that she took when considering something seriously. He did want to go through with it. If not, he had had several chances to correct the pairing if he didn’t. Last night, when he discovered it, all day today, and he had shown up in her room wearing a robe and she suspected that he wore little underneath; at first glance, he didn’t wear a shirt. He came here prepared to share her bed. Her question seemed a bit stupid now that she thought about.<br><br>Her feature smoothed, the frown gone, but she covered the distance between them and reached for his hand. He could talk to her; that was what she meant to convey with the gesture. The idea that, unlike her, he had not considered her to be off-limits did not bother her. She was well aware that sometimes the heart defied all reason; she had married Roman after 8 months together after all. How many people had told them that she was crazy going so fast with someone she barely knew? Almost all of her friends, in fact, and she was sure that some people had said the same to Roman who stood to lose a lot more than she in marrying the wrong person… Having a thought about Roman now made her wonder how he would see her being with Carter. Vicky believed that he would want her to be happy and to go on with her life, to find someone who would take care of her. She had faith that Carter would take care of her, but how far from their friendship would spending a weekend together as lover would take them?<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 18:09:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle <br><strong>Who:</strong> Victoria "Vicky"Tucker <br><strong>Where:</strong>Entry<br><strong>When: </strong> June 13, late evening <br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>When Vicky started to speak, a relief cascaded over Carter that broke loose his stammering over the vague notion he was trying to articulate by saying "more than a boss".&nbsp; He was looking for words that would possibly encapsulate all of the feelings and emotions he held for her, yet still have the respectfulness and depth that, in the moment, seemed silly while dressed as they were.<br><br>One thing she said, in particular, eased his tension.&nbsp; He responded, "I can't consider it a game, either," with a relief.&nbsp; He knew her body language well enough to understand she felt as he did.&nbsp; "Too much to lose," he echoed, soft and compassionate.&nbsp; His largest fear had been dispelled and he was grateful.&nbsp; "Vicky, I was so worried you'd think that I saw you as, some game," he offered back.&nbsp; He monitored her body language closely, carefully, and with each gesture that she made that was more and more accepting of where they were, together, he became more receptive.&nbsp; She went through several of the ones he feared the most.&nbsp; Arms crossed, to hands on hips, to the contemplative frown, but then switched to extending her hand.&nbsp; In a way, it was better than any possible response in the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>"I wanted to talk to you about it, maybe, if it would have come up, somehow," he suggested as he took her hand and the invite to speak of it.&nbsp; "But...," his uneccessary words trailed off as he knew there wasn't more he needed to add.&nbsp; His confidence had come back.&nbsp; She hadn't though ill of him and her care and concern for all they were to each other was stated exactly as he felt.&nbsp; Suddenly, he felt that he was on common ground, again, though he <em>was</em> still in her private sanctuary.<br><br>"It won't be awkward, there's too much good here," he assured her.&nbsp; "Of course you know you are more than just a boss to me, Vicky," he finally got out of the rut of his vague words.&nbsp; "Much more," he said, sweetly as he took her hand and turned it so it would be palm down, then raised it so he could caress the back of it onto his face.&nbsp; His move to bring her hand to his face was tender and cautious.&nbsp; His tentativeness had vanished.&nbsp; "Thank you for saying what you did, I feel the same way about you and all that we've been through, Vicky, you mean the world to me.&nbsp; This isn't a game, not with you, not ever, but I am not sad that we've been put together," his speech picked back up into a more familiar tone.&nbsp; He closed his eyes, and slowly took her hand to the side of his cheek, so he could nuzzle it.&nbsp; His eyes remained closed only for a moment before he took a deep breath and sighed a bit, looking at her, checking in.&nbsp; <br><br>"I wonder, if I could be even more," he dared, his confidence swelling now that she had a chance to recognize they were both concerned over the very same thing.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 18:24:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br><strong>Who:</strong> Carter Sagle<br><strong>When:</strong> June 13, late night<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting in a comfy chair<br><strong>Warning: </strong> None<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky could see the changes in Carter and she was glad that the heavy, tense atmosphere was gone. They were on the same page, viewed this pairing as more than a game. Would she go through with it? Sure. He was quite handsome and desire wouldn’t be hard to feel, if she allowed herself not to label him as Roman’s friend. As he took her hand, she knew that something would happen tonight, whether they would go all the way or just get acquainted with each other’s body was yet to be seen, but something would definitely happen.<br><br>Vicky caressed his cheek, keeping her gaze into his face to catch any sign of emotions that he might let seep through, and listened to his words. Her second hand went to his waist and she moved a little closer to him, if he wanted to embrace her. <em>But I am not said that we’ve been put together.</em> The words resonated in her mind, bringing up a flood of questions. She wasn’t sad either, of course, but did he mean to say that he wanted to be with her this way before the pairing came up? His next words were a kind of answer to her interrogation. To be even more. As in friends with benefits, or lover, or something even deeper?<br><br>She freed her hand from his hold gently after a last caress to his cheek. How could she answer this last comment. Her hands went to the belt of his robe as she pondered if she could agree to take their friendship and turn it into something more. Yes, she could. If this weekend gave positive results, if they were as compatible in bed as they were in work or as friends, then yes. It would be easy for them to become more than just platonic friends. Vicky just nodded her head, halting thoughts. She would have time to ponder this through once the weekend was over, or perhaps during a few minutes where her attention wasn’t required to be completely focused on a task. 'Perhaps you could. Let's talk about this again Sunday evening, when everyone is gone." This way they would be able to evaluate if they wanted of one another as more steady lovers or not...<br><br>“Lights on, or lights off?” Vicky didn’t care which. She had no shame about her body and how it would react to his touch. “And is there a fantasy that you would like to play out this weekend?” These were two questions she had asked her previous partners. She was particularly interested by his answer though. If he had wanted her in a sexual way for more than the last twenty-four hours, he might have imagined scenarios or things that he’d want to do to her.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 21:12:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle <br><strong>Who:</strong> Victoria "Vicky"Tucker <br><strong>Where:</strong>Entry<br><strong>When: </strong> June 13, late evening <br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>The closer Vicky got, the more Carter settled in his own skin.&nbsp; He came into the room with a swirl of mixed emotions.&nbsp; Of course, he fumbled a bit at really telling his depth of emotions, partially for fear of them not being fully reciprocated and partially because he hadn't really allowed himself to explore them in reality.&nbsp; He knew he felt a love for her, but he had a difficult time pinning the reality of it.&nbsp; He admired and adored Vicky and believed he loved her, too, but it was too early to tell what that really meant.&nbsp; He could have been foolish enough to say such things, but thankfully, Vicky gave him the 'out' to talk more in-depth on Sunday.<br><br>Vicky accepted the easy pull of her hand to his face, then settled on his own robe.&nbsp; The sensation of standing square with her, that close, had been a sensory overload.&nbsp; It changed his entire mindset from deep thoughts and what-ifs into a moment.&nbsp; Her perfume was soft and sensuous, and here, the details of her delicate face were upon him.&nbsp; His eyes meeting hers, he marveled at the intricacies of the patterns in her eyes, the curve of her cheek bones, her flawlessly cute nose.&nbsp; She was more real than all of his imaginations ever could conjure.<br><br>Her very presence set aside the nervous preparation, or lack thereof, for the moment.&nbsp; Every feminine feature of her, there before him, intensified in her soft acceptance of this moment.&nbsp; He slid his hands around her tiny waist, feeling her body beneath the soft fabric.&nbsp; He took in a tiny gasp at how magnificent it felt to take this step into her.&nbsp; The studied each other, both aware enough of what they were doing, both curious how the other would react.&nbsp; His confused state began to crumble into the warmth he felt in her concerned, yet warm smile.<br><br>As she asked, '<em>lights on or off</em>', he pulled his robe off his shoulders, allowing it to drop down to his elbows, exposing his chest.&nbsp; Her question indicated only "proceed" and his hesitation had vanished.&nbsp; The moment of contemplating had gone, whether this be love or some exploration between the closest of friends, he felt moved and set aside how forward it could appear.&nbsp; If this was going to happen, he wasn't about to hesitate any further.&nbsp; "On!" he replied without a second thought.&nbsp; It was instinct to say so, a way to embrace with no shame, for he really felt none.&nbsp; He could imagine a time where "off" would be inviting in its own way, but he didn't wish to miss a thing.<br><br>He was about to move in, to kiss her, for the first time ever when she posed a logical and practical question that had caught him completely off guard.&nbsp; <em>A fantasy to play out?</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He was startled by the thought, the practicality of what was implied within the question.&nbsp; He was moving along with his own emotions to guide him to embracing her, lowering his robe, and he believed they'd just dreamily sweep each other off the other's feet from then into some rapturous can't-get-enough-of-you embrace.&nbsp; Truth be told, Carter had the mind of a man and as such, had all manner of categories of fantasies he love to play out with her.&nbsp; Deep inner playful or kinky or romantic thoughts, depending upon the chapter or verse of his mind one thumbed through.&nbsp; Many <em>had</em> been played through with Vicky in the starring role, already, in his mind at least, though many were of a faceless stranger.&nbsp; <br><br>Asking Carter if he had a fantasy to play through was like opening a Pandora's box.&nbsp; His one prior pairing involved a light bit of silk and taking turns, one night Carter was tied down, the other night, his partner.&nbsp; For a moment, he stood there as though he was seriously considering a half dozen scenarios before his eyes settled on her sweet, brown, soulful and sparkling eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had a grin on his face as he permitted his thoughts to settle on what he really wanted in the moment, it was just to "be with her".&nbsp; <br><br>He quirked up a smile, one that indicated he was about to make a playful jest, "Escaped convict and the warden's wife?"&nbsp; He hoped the joke would make her laugh, ease her a bit.&nbsp; "Pool boy?"&nbsp; "Goddess?"&nbsp; "Slave girl?" "Last humans to repopulate the planet?"&nbsp; "Striptease?"&nbsp; He proceeded hoping each additional comment would bring levity, especially how heavy his mood was just a few moments ago.&nbsp; He loved how she laughed and prayed the jokes would bring that out in her.<br><br>His joking stopped with a hopeful look, "How about Carter is SOO into Vicky he can't even stand it," he managed, hoping that he could then go right into that previously envisioned rapturous can't-get-enough-of-you embrace.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 23:49:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br><strong>Who:</strong> Carter Sagle<br><strong>When:</strong> June 13, late night<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting in a comfy chair<br><strong>Warning: </strong> None<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>On</em>. Lights on, perfect, but she would dim them, make it so that if they finish both exhausted, all they need to do is to switch the lamps by the bed off. Vicky placed both of her hands on his shoulders and followed the soft slope down and along his arms until her hands touched the robe. She gently guided it off him, but did not stop his hands from returning to her after his sleeves were removed, if he wished to. <br><br>When he started to enumerate what they could do, it took Vicky just a few seconds to realize that he was joking. Of course, the grin was a dead give-away, but it still took her a few second to register. She chuckled at first, shaking her head. The kind of roleplay he suggested wasn’t really her cup of tea, but she would indulge if he had this kind of fantasy. She did want to try everything at least once. By the time he was done enumerating, she was laughing and shaking her head no. She wasn’t saying she wouldn’t do it, just that he was being impossibly cute, dispelling the last of her apprehensions regarding spending the night with him.<br><br>“I could still play slave girl and let Carter have his way with Vicky...” She teased softly, though talking about herself like this felt a bit weird,&nbsp; and opened her own robe after she let Carter’s fall to the ground. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to undress her himself or if he wanted her to offer the view to him as one of the three garment she wore would be discarded. She revealed the light pink underwear set that she was wearing, and tilted her head. He was taller than her and if he meant for a kiss to happen, he would have to help a little…<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 15:22:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle <br><strong>Who:</strong> Victoria "Vicky"Tucker <br><strong>Where:</strong>Entry<br><strong>When: </strong> June 13, late evening <br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>He stood still and felt wonderful as his boss and best friend slipped his own robe away from the crook of his elbow.&nbsp; As it fell to the floor, and Vicky's hands returned, he couldn't help but notice her warmth and sweetness.&nbsp; She was an angel to him, always.&nbsp; He adored her, albeit from a distance, always.&nbsp; Now, it was easier to sense her sweetness.&nbsp; She was delicate, yet strong, smart and caring and, in ways, vulnerable.&nbsp; He couldn't help but raise his own arms, place his hands on her delicate waist, feeling her frame beneath the white satin of her robe.&nbsp; <br><br>He noticed the look of shock as he playfully enumerated "scenes" to play out, but warmed into his own playful nature as she began to realize the litany of suggestions was to ease the small remaining tension.&nbsp; Hearing her laugh so sweetly was music to his ears.&nbsp; Her face looked positively adorable when she smiled, her eyes tight with delight and her lips curved up to form the cutest dimples.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was a vision!&nbsp; There was a coy, surreptitious reason to make so many outlandish suggestions, too, no doubt.&nbsp; He could playfully do some reconnaissance on her reactions and make note of her reactions.&nbsp; The shock of a kinky menu of ideas revealed a willingness to "go there" to some degree, even if his presentation was purposefully outlandish enough to allow it to be a laugh shared.&nbsp; <br><br>She offered her own suggestion, as though his recon mission sifted an idea through the mesh of filters, but he couldn't tell if it was her wish or her offering to satisfy his own potential craving.&nbsp; Either way, it was a delicious morsel of a result.&nbsp; Her own expression and reference to herself and him in the third person gave him reason to believe that this was a tentative offering, though a willing exploration.&nbsp; "Ohh, I like it," he offered back, playfully.&nbsp; He didn't dare be over eager.&nbsp; She was still Vicky, in all ways, in all the wonderful and deep meanings of herself to him.&nbsp; He just couldn't make a third person object of her be the lead in this exploration, and he wouldn't ever let her feel that way.&nbsp; He thought for a moment of <em>"Carter having his way with Vicky"</em> and decided that had a very fine ring to it, though he'd show her that <em>"Carter's way"</em> would be loving and adoring.&nbsp; As her robe slipped open, their bodies were now dangerously close.&nbsp; Her pink set was now displayed behind the curtain of white satin.&nbsp; The view was deliciously alluring.&nbsp; <br><br>It was time to take the lead, make her comfortable, help her enjoy him in a whole new way, and, most importantly, make this safe for them both.&nbsp; Her head tilted back, she was open for a sweet kiss.&nbsp; Stepping forward, he moaned softly and brought his face down to hers.&nbsp; He did accept the invite for a kiss, his first ever with <em>Vicky</em>.&nbsp; Her warm mouth meeting his own was as soft and delicate as he imagined.&nbsp; He had rehearsed this, quietly in his own wishes, privately many times before.&nbsp; He held her gently, appreciatively, and with a sense of purpose.&nbsp; <br><br>He broke the kiss after a few lingering moments, though his past rehearsals of the moment called for a much longer, all encompassing blissful and erotic scene.&nbsp; "Ok, slave girl, I accept."&nbsp; He looked around the room for a good place to play out the idea that came to his mind.&nbsp; The posts on the bed were too short to suit the idea, but an open section of the wall behind them would suit.&nbsp; He gently moved her body with his hands on her hips, turning her so that her back would be to the wall.&nbsp; Walking, if she'd follow his lead, he'd step her back towards it.&nbsp; He'd raise her hands, taking them by her wrists, again, provided she'd allow him to take this lead.&nbsp; <br><br>"I bind you here," he offered.&nbsp; His hands would press her wrists up above her head and he made the statement as though it was definitive.&nbsp; "Imaginary binding, but the rule is you are 'bound' where I tell you you are, and you cannot move your wrists unless I say otherwise."&nbsp; He gave her a playful, but intent look.&nbsp; He wanted to make sure his "slave girl" was up for his game and this one rule before he'd proceed.&nbsp; Feeling her body before him, and thinking of what he was about to do to her had his excitement level escalating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 17:46:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br><strong>Who:</strong> Carter Sagle<br><strong>When:</strong> June 13, late night<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting in a comfy chair<br><strong>Warning: </strong> None<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky wondered for a moment what went through his mind. Had she taken seriously something he really just meant as a joke? Her eyes searched his for an answer, although she kept the soft smile on her lips. Nothing in his body language was source of worry though, and his smile did not falter. Everything would be fine. This was Carter, someone she trusted, a true friend who was about to become more than platonic friends would ever be. <br><br>As the thought crossed her mind, more than friends, she realized that she did feel desire for him and that the thought of being touched by him, being intimate with him, bothered her in a very good way. She tried to pour this feeling into the kiss, to make him feel what she couldn’t say with words just yet. She wasn’t shy when it came to sex; Roman had broken her out of that quickly enough. She was still very reserved when time came to talk about feelings, to put them into words. She wasn’t beyond showing him through a kiss that she felt desire for him, and that she really wanted to be there even though she had hesitated at first.<br><br>She followed his lead toward the wall, now that he had accepted the dominant role at least for this time. Vicky would easily switch. She had her preference but she could do both or neither. Right now, she would be bottom and let him have his way with her. He was far more prepared than her, having known from the previous night that this would be their first night together. First of many? She had no idea, but she was starting to lean toward the positive answer. It would all depend on how compatible they were here, if their chemistry outside the bedroom translated into chemistry the bedroom.<br><br>She rose her arms above her head. It would be impossible for Vicky to touch him. It was a small disappointment, but nothing that would tamper the mood. She nodded her head to acknowledge that her arms were not to be moved until he gave permission to. “Understood.” She said and looked at him with inquisitive eyes. What would be the next step? What would he do to her? She wondered with excitement, but no fear. She would not have submitted this way to a stranger, not without talking it through. She knew that if she broke his request to hold her arms up and asked him to stop, Carter would.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 19:31:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle <br><strong>Who:</strong> Victoria "Vicky"Tucker <br><strong>Where:</strong>Entry<br><strong>When: </strong> June 13, late evening <br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>When Vicky said "understood" and held her own arms up high above her, he gave her an assured nod.&nbsp; He could sense the slightest disappointment in her eyes.&nbsp; He could tell that she'd likely embrace him if it weren't for the fact that he placed her into imaginary bondage straight away.&nbsp; There were so many ways to play this out, but he had something very specific in mind to do, now that they had agreed to proceed.<br><br>Knowing she would have to hold her arms in the air and not have something to hold on to, or rest them on, she could grow tired.&nbsp; He slipped away, choosing on his own accord to turn off the overhead light, even though he stated he wanted lights on.&nbsp; The bed stand lights were softer and easier he reasoned.&nbsp; He returned quickly enough to her, then reached up to her hands and pretended to loosen them.&nbsp; His eyes remained locked onto Vicky's as he took one wrist, lowered it, then the other.&nbsp; He hoped she'd allow him to move her as this was now the game they were in.&nbsp; This was only to remove the sweet satin robe from her body.&nbsp; It would be in the way.&nbsp; He folded it gently over his forearm as he repositioned her hands back above her head with his free hand.&nbsp; Again, with a gentle press to the wall.&nbsp; "Bound here," he stated as though it was an undeniable fact.<br><br>This would be a fun way to explore her, though he didn't see Vicky as being into really being restrained.&nbsp; He had read her card one hundred times.&nbsp; This might be as far as she wanted to go, submission wise.&nbsp; If she did ever crave more, he'd indulge her, but only if he thought it'd make her excited for the experience.&nbsp; For now, this game had a very specific purpose and he'd never make her feel like she couldn't just stop at any moment.&nbsp; Imaginary bindings were perfect for that.&nbsp; In this moment, all it really said was, "let me".<br><br>He turned and laid the satin robe on the comfy chair gently.&nbsp; He returned to the vision he had hoped to capture.&nbsp; Vicky, standing, stretched out and "helpless".&nbsp; Two steps from the chair, seeing her in the dim light, he took a deep breath and stopped.&nbsp; She was an obedient slave girl, all "tied up" and helpless, his in some playful way.&nbsp; His steps towards her were slow, taking in his prey, consuming the vision from her helpless hands, down her arms, then seeing her sweet angel's face.&nbsp; Her hair fell about her shoulders and framed her body in pink lingerie.&nbsp; He approached her, opened his hands and held them at her waist, ever so slowly turning his hands so that his fingers would graze her back.&nbsp; His hands swept up from there tracing up her back in a sweet embrace, making gentle contact against her flesh as he went up.&nbsp; This embrace, though, she couldn't return.&nbsp; She could only stand and feel him appreciating her body discovering it for the first time.<br><br>He moved his body close to hers, enough so that they'd touch at the chest and the&nbsp; thigh.&nbsp; Dangerously close, so that they could exchange their body heat by their proximity.&nbsp; His hands swept down her back and traced each curve until his hands descended past her hips and to the outside of either thigh.&nbsp; Her inability to return the touch made him feel like he was an Orchestra Conductor waving musical instructions to some unseen symphony of Vicky's magnificence.<br><br>His hands splayed out, his palm and fingertips hovering over her flesh concentrating on being as close as humanly possible without touching.&nbsp; Only each fingertip, then, made contact upon her thigh.&nbsp; He hands rose, in slow motion, to trace and graze up once more.&nbsp; He retraced the path and felt all parts of her on the way.&nbsp; Grazing over the curve of her hips, her butt, over the fabric of her panties.&nbsp; Slowly caressing her back, he could feel her bone structure of her tail bone, her spine, her ribs.&nbsp; His hands came to rest at her bra.&nbsp; He looked her in the eyes with a locked gaze, a faint twinkle and smile beneath an otherwise intent gaze.&nbsp; He watched to make sure his next move would be allowed, hands still "bound" as they were above her head.<br><br>He unfastened the clasp of her bra and allowed the fabric to fall away from it grip, though he didn't allow it to fall off, only unfasten.&nbsp; <br><br>He smirked a smile, unable to keep the serious overtone much longer.&nbsp; "Your hands are free," he said with a delightful smile.&nbsp; Like what he had done was a big deal and that it could be stopped might be more to her liking, besides, they'd probably want a rest from the few minutes of holding them in such an uncomfortable position.&nbsp; He wanted to see her reaction, and also show her by way of his appreciation of her body, how much he could just adore her.&nbsp; Her hands would be free if she wanted to embrace.&nbsp; <br><br>He leaned in and kissed her, something he wanted her to respond to, her hands free to wrap him in them if she wished.&nbsp; This would be their very first romantic kiss and he didn't want to miss one moment of her reaction to it, after she knew he did, in fact, adore her. <br><br>They could talk about proceeding in whatever role after, but right now, he wanted a sweet romantic kiss from her.&nbsp; It would set the tone for whatever games may come from there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 03:12:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br><strong>Who:</strong> Carter Sagle<br><strong>When:</strong> June 13, late night<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting in a comfy chair<br><strong>Warning: </strong> None<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;">Vicky was glad that he thought about the lights. The last thing she wanted was to pause everything to go see to something so stupidly technical. Pause because a guest needed something was one thing, but just to get the right ambiance was… Vicky had a smile on her lips. The disappointment at being unable to touch him was present, in the back of her mind, but she knew she would get to touch him and enjoy him sooner, rather than later. <br><br>A part of her mind was still clinging to the fact that this was Carter, Roman’s best friend. However, there was no part of her left that would see this as wrong. Roman’s presence in her life had been short and intense, her grief just as intense. Now she was ready to move on with her life, look for the father of her children and if that meant being with Carter for a while, or for the long run, then she was accepting it. He was a very decent guy and if Roman thought him to be good enough as best friend, chances were that he would approve her choice to take him as lover and maybe more.<br><br>As soon as Carter was back before her, thoughts of Roman were pushed aside. It wouldn’t be fair of her to be with one man and constantly think of the other and not respectful either. Carter deserved neither. She watched him come closer and closer and her stomach knotted. She was growing nervous again because Carter <em>mattered</em>. Whereas a client did matter, but she didn’t have to live with him after if things went awry. She wanted Carter to enjoy the experience as much as she. She was also concerned that he might not like the way she did something, or how she sounded when pleasured or… She forced her mind to silence and to focus on what was coming rather than a whole bunch of whatifs.<br><br>She kept her head bowed, trying to at least appear meek and play the part of the slave well enough for him to enjoy it. She felt his warm hands on her; he was so close to her she could see him and also smell the faint scent of his soap. She felt the exploration of his hands over her body and wondered if he had thought about her this way much. Not as a slave girl, but having his way with her. There was an undeniable want in his hand. If she had not known that he desired her, this touch would have told it to her. She glanced up and his gaze caught hers. If he had any doubts that she enjoyed this or was comfortable with this, her soft smile would most likely put an end to it.<br><br>Vicky made no move to stop him when she felt the first tug onto the band of her bra. It loosened suddenly, and in turn her nipples became rigid. It happened every time; as if the breasts rejoiced at the idea of being freed from this instrument of torture. Then he smiled at her and gave her permission to move her hands. She took her hands down, letting the bra fall to her elbows before she had it join the other garment. <br><br>Almost completely naked, she rested her arms around his neck as he leaned toward her. She welcomed the kiss and leaned her body against him, though if he wanted to press her against the wall with his own body, she would not be offering any resistance. Her kiss was slow and gentle, inspired by the sensuality of his touch. She wanted to remember this first kiss, knowing with certainty that it would not be the last, especially if this weekend was more than physical to him. She didn’t care for games or for roleplay. She would indulge if that was what he wanted, but any kind of sweet, slow love-making would be just fine.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sparky01</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 17:16:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle <br><strong>Who:</strong> Victoria "Vicky"Tucker <br><strong>Where:</strong>Open floor space<br><strong>When: </strong> June 13, late evening <br><strong>Warning:</strong> None<br><hr>Binding her hands, as he had, only in both their imagination, had all the desired effect he wished for.&nbsp; Her body, stretched up as it was displayed her in a way that was vulnerable.&nbsp; He did want her to feel that way, but only to a degree.&nbsp; In her vulnerability, she'd be safe, but available to him.&nbsp; The feeling was overwhelming.&nbsp; A simple game of apparent dominance and submission, she would go there, make herself available, willingly.<br><br>The feeling and the vision were both groundbreaking and euphoric.&nbsp; By the time he had raised his hands and lowered them about her body, he had what he wanted; access to her.&nbsp; The game shattered a boundary, <em>just like that</em>.<br><br>Once he loosened her bra, though, and she made no move to resist it, their locked eyes and what seemed to be one hundred or more thoughts racing through each mind, the game no longer mattered.&nbsp; Would he continue the game, imaginary bindings and all?&nbsp; Perhaps, if it was fun for Vicky, if it helped shatter other boundaries, if it titillated her senses.&nbsp; The moment, though, transcended the thought.<br><br>Right now, the only thing that mattered was - Victoria.<br><br>He felt himself sigh.&nbsp; Her eyes and the soulful expression behind them was disarming.&nbsp; Why play a game when you're <em>moved</em> such as he was.&nbsp; He couldn't help but notice her body as the bra fell limp.&nbsp; Her nipples were a sign she was flush with desire.&nbsp; Her eyes, though, said so much more to him.&nbsp; Her arms falling about his neck, he gasped and took in the fragrance of sweet perfume.&nbsp; She leaned to him as he did the same.&nbsp; He could feel his world spin about as their lips touched.&nbsp; Her body pressing into him sparked his own movement.&nbsp; He was so moved that he literally lifted her off her feet.&nbsp; Her lack of contact with the ground had him holding her in his arms.&nbsp; The wall she stood against as her imaginary stockade, now bare, he lifted her up and allowed himself to press against her.&nbsp; His hand moved behind her head to cushion her, though he reached the other down for her leg, hoping she'd raise her knee and embrace him all the more completely.<br><br>This kiss, this first kiss, Victoria, her body, and the amazing person inside had melted him into a wanting to express himself way beyond any game or pretense.&nbsp; He knew the precursor glide of appreciative hands to gently explore her would show his hand, how much he <em>did in fact adore</em> her.&nbsp; He let go.&nbsp; His feelings, no matter what degree they were returned, were known.&nbsp; He could feel his own breathing, hot and heavy with passion as he kissed her, a hungry, yet respectful kiss, adoring her, revealing his desire.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bayview Bed &amp; Breakfast - Bedroom #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>11-02-2014, 07:00:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/BayviewVicki.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong> Victoria “Vicky” Tucker<br><strong>Who:</strong> Carter Sagle<br><strong>When:</strong> June 13, late night<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting in a comfy chair<br><strong>Warning: </strong> None<br><hr> <br><div style="text-align: justify;">Victoria felt her feet lift the ground. It was no surprise that he was able to lift her so easily. She wasn’t big for a woman and he did train to keep his form nicely muscled. She could feel everything shift inside of her mind. How Carter was now no longer in that unavailable zone to her and how it had blinded her to the fact that he was really handsome to her and quite desirable to her. She also felt how he had been wanting this kiss to happen, to feel her naked against him. It was sinking in now in a pretty obvious way that he had been wanting her.<br><br>This first kiss was awesome. It was highly unusual for her to be so naked for a first kiss, especially with someone that mattered, but it felt just right with Carter. Rather than to leave her legs dangling above ground, she wrapped her legs around his waist to sustain some of her own weight. It allowed his hands to roam, though she would still need a decent amount of support or else she might just slide down eventually. Right now, her tight grip held her safely above ground and allowed him to have his hand roaming.<br><br>Vicky felt the hand behind her head and gently deepened the kiss into something more, something that spoke of her own desire, her acceptance of him as a lover. She was still quite nervous, she would be no matter who was in that room with her, but with Carter is was another kind of nervous. She really wanted to please him, to have him a satisfying experience with her. Again, it crossed her mind that Carter mattered. It was simple as that. Her hands finally kicked into action; caressing his shoulder, his back, everything that was within her reach. <br><br><br></div>
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