Towering Pines - Desmond Drive
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				Title: <strong>Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 21:59:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/xjMVtcL.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Desmond Drive</strong></span></span></div><br>Close to the Angeles Crest foothills, the houses (and land plots) here are narrower, but longer. These houses have the highest cost per square foot of anything in Towering Pines. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 13:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside the Ortiz house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Persuasion.<br><br>&nbsp;"You sure you don't want to come, Desi? Shane's generally cool, and it's got to be better than watching TV or whatever, right?" Clark said to Desiree, eyes on the road as he drove back into Towering Pines. He offered to take her for a drive earlier, hoping to sweeten her mood a little with fresh air and the option of shopping. He glanced over at a stop light to try and gauge how well it was working. "Should be some folk our age too, it's more a local thing than a age thing." A huff of breath as he turned onto Desmond Drive. Home sweet home, as they say. "Might be someone you like there. Wait, do you actually like anyone, Desiree?" He flashed her a grin as he pulled up outside the house of Savannah and Desiree Ortiz.<br><br>&nbsp;His car was styled after 1930s, though not actually as old as all that. Not exactly his first choice, nor it's racing green paintjob, but it pleased Vi. Who was after all paying for it. The bottles on the backseat clinked as the vehicle settled to a stop. Clark eased up the handbrake and turned in the driver's seat. "Look, I promised to go. How was I supposed to know it didn't fit with whatever bug crawled up your ass about having fun while your mom is out?" Clark spoke evenly, shrugging his shoulders. Honestly he had a bunch of the same worried Desiree had given him about it being a dumb high school party. Which was why he could really do with Desi there. Wether she'd pep the party up, or whether they'd just sit back and bitch out everyone else it'd be a decent night with her around. "Don't you want to show those girls how to really fill out a swimsuit?" He made a quick attempt at playing on her vanity.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 19:17:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside the Ortiz house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Clark<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Amusement <hr>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz did NOT do high school parties. It really was as simple as that. Yet, here she was forced to endure a pitiful attempt at being coaxed into doing just that by the one person who might have truthfully been able to say they knew her. The <em>real</em> her. So you'd have thought he'd be better at this game by now.<br><br>She rolled her eyes at the declaration of Shane--a high school football player who was an odd sort of nice mixed with uptight as far as she'd been able to tell--being 'cool' or any such thing. Poor Clark. So easily duped. <br><br>"At this point I'm thinking of a nice bubble bath and a pedicure, which might not be tons of excitement but its gotta be better than being pawed at by high school kids." She huffed, not bothering to shoot Clark the 'bitch please' look his comments deserved. Her hand, which hand been resting on the back of his seat for some reason or other, did shift down however to pinch at the ginger's cheek briefly the way one might do to an especially cute child. "Har har. Yuk it up, Copper." She poked her tongue out at him but didn't otherwise bother answering his teasing any further. He already knew the truth anyhow. <br><br>They pulled into the driveway of the house she shared with her mother--and brother, when he was home. Kiddo had gone enlisted in the Air Force as soon as he'd graduated (half a year early). Sometimes she missed him, other times, like tonight, she was glad for the prospect of an empty house. Empty because her mother had one of those stupid HOA meetings to attend and she'd inevitably end up caught up somewhere running her mouth for hours. <br><br>When Clark turned toward her, Desi let her head lean back against the headrest and turned a set of big and vaguely amused brown eyes on him. He'd taken her for a nice little drive and she could only guess he hoped that would carry some sway. It didn't. The fact that it was Clark asking and not some loser was about the only thing that was allowing her to even consider the thought of going. Because really, ew. <br><br>"If I wanted to show off how well I fill out a bikini I'd just drag you upstairs and make you watch me model a couple or twelve, Copper." Her lips curved slightly as it wouldn't be the first time they played fashion show. "You gotta do better than that. Or stop making promises to people who aren't me." Desi's brow arched and she shifted to begin taking off her seat belt. Today had been a relatively low key day so she was dressed in a tank top beneath a gray leather jacket, ripped and tattered jeans with holes big enough to give several glimpses of soft but well toned thighs, and sneakers with her hair piled atop her head in a cute bun. "I mean damn, Clark, if you wanted an exciting night we could have gone down to the strip club and played count the bullet holes or something." Because that was about on par with how fun she imagined this party would be.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 19:52:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside the Ortiz house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong> L'Esprit de l'escalier <br><br>&nbsp;Clark puffed his cheek against the pinch and rolled his eyes. "You say being pawed at like you can't cut their hearts out with half your tongue, sweetie." He drawled the last word to make mock of the affection, despite it being a little real. "Ha Ha Ha, Desi. That enough yukking, or should I go on?" Regardless he followed up with a low actual laugh, shaking his head and combing his ginger hair with his fingers. He knew he didn't have much good reason to get her to go, but seeing what they could talk each other into had been a game they'd played for a long time. Even if that meant most of his tricks had been seen through by now.<br><br>&nbsp;"Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz. I thought we settled the question of if I find your body hot years ago." He smirked and winked. "If you wanted to test if it still held, alright. But it won't blind me to your bad side." A long shrug and a crack of his neck. "Also, it'd mean admitting to caring about my opinion. That sounds pretty risky." He sat back, huffing out some of the bravado and bluster, crossing his legs, knee against the steering wheel.<br><br>&nbsp;"So, yeah. I made a promise. Maybe a mistake, but not going to bail on it. You coming along would make it better, and I don't like leaving you in the lurch when you want to hang out." He glanced sidelong. "So, if you've a price, let me know what it is. If it's just a no go, fine, but sucks to be you." He'd slipped into a resigned tone, reaching back to rub the nape of his neck. Then he sat up suddenly, perking up. "Oh, shit. I missed the best retort for that strip club line."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 20:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside the Ortiz house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Clark<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Amusement <hr>"My bad side? Oh sweetie, you wish. Both sides are delicious, as is the filling." She winked even though it was largely unnecessary. "We both know I gives no fucks about your opinion either. I just choose to be nice to you since you may well never have known what tits looked like outside of porn and I felt no man should die that way. I'm just doing my civic duty, ya know?!" Desi fluttered her lashes at him, trying to shake off the weird momentary surge or whateverthefuck that had been when he'd said her whole government name. <br><br>"So you make a poor choice and now I have to suffer?" She did actually huff, her bottom lip poking out slightly as her nose wrinkled. They both knew she didn't <em>have</em> to do a damn thing but he was throwing in all the right sort of ego stroking words so perhaps she felt a little inclined to favor him tonight. He was her oldest friend in this damn neighborhood despite that fact that it made no real sense on paper that the two of them would even associate. She'd carefully hand picked every facet of her outward persona since she was 5 and had been given an actual tiara with real jewels in it, Clark was that one thing, a telling thing, that she couldn't seem to shake. Didn't want to really. Even if he did have late ass comebacks. "Nope. The window of opportunity for that one has closed. We'll just mark that as another tally for me in our lifetime columns. What's is the score now?" <br><br>The tip of one carefully manicured nail tapped at her lips as she began the show of "thinking" which usually meant she was about to agree in exchange for some sort of <em>fee</em>. "Hmm... okay, I'll go but... you're gonna owe me one, Copper. And I'm not gonna tell you when I intend to collect either but it will be something worthy of the pain you intend to make me endure." The set of her features had shifted to bright, open amusement now in place of the pout. Another clear sign. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 20:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside the Ortiz house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Persuasion.<br><br>&nbsp;A wicked smirk creeped in as Clark saw the tiniest bit of off-balance at using her full name. He silently thanked his Mum for that trick, though usually it was just used to express how deep shit he was in. "It is appreciated, Des. Can you imagine if I'd hit sixteen only seeing Vi's tits?" He shook his head, laughing. Desiree might not know quite how cavalier his mum was about covering up at home, at least Clark hoped so, it would be a wicked weapon in to add to her arsenal. "Of course, I didn't only <em>see</em> yours. So, thanks twice I guess?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Yup, as always it's all my fault. However will the perfect girl of the Pines cope?" A snort of derision neatly undercut any seriousness to that line. He pretended to ponder, as if tallying an actual scoreboard. "Oh, I don't know. You had the scorebook last. Or did you leave it at your job at the strip club you need a lift to?" He paused, frowned. "No, you are right. Window has passed. Damn it. Sounded much better in my head." Some of it was that Clark usually lacked the pure snark to push the line through at the right time. Part of it was he learnt it was generally better not to get one over on Desiree too often. Difficult as that was.<br><br>"An unspecified favour, hmmm?" Clark twisted in his seat to watch Desi closer, a flash of honest concern and worry as to her plan. He spent a few seconds weighing it up before sinking back into the driver's seat. "Fuck it. Sure. You need to get changed or anything? Wear something so you are only the hottest chica there by like, a foot instead of a mile?" A bit of humour slipped back in with a wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 05:55:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside the Ortiz house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Clark<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Amusement <hr>Of course he hadn't <em>only</em> seen her tits. How utterly boring. It might have started there but Desi had pushed past that line and kept right on rolling into new territory. Both for his sake and her own. So many men were leg or butt men it seemed, while so few seemed to pay the sort of attention she felt breasts, her breasts specifically, deserved. Then again, she had no real issue having attention devoted to any part of her anatomy. As Clark well knew. <br><br>Actually, it probably wasn't considered normal for them to be such good friends considering the number of lines they'd crossed but it worked in so very many ways. At present that little detail was certainly working in her favor. Sure, she'd have to been seen at a kiddie party but ultimately she liked having an unspecified favor to teasingly hang over her friend's head. Desi was generally a fan of anything that helped tip the odds.<br><br>"Its a deal then," she agreed with a grin that was ten shades past wicked, her eyes flicking down Clark's form as if she were remembering something. His questions brought her eyes back up to his though and there was more amusement evident. <br><br>"Okay, come clean. Is this appearance about raising your street cred or something? Or did you lose a bet?" Her hand lifted to slide along his shoulder, her gaze becoming more direct as her fingertips danced over his neck and up to his hair. "Cuz we both know I could wear a garbage bag and still be fly as fuck, so it doesn't really matter what I wear." She kept her touch light as she toyed with the coppery strands of his hair in what was probably one of the most intimate gestures that occurred between them. "So just tell me if you're hoping I'll wear some short ass skirt only to 'forget' and bend over several times." She rolled her eyes but the looming sense of boredom was great enough that she'd actually do it. Probably. Hell, if she were being honest, now that she'd agreed her mind had already turned to ways to make the night a fun one. Maybe she'd get someone drunk enough to go streaking through the HOA meeting and shake things up a bit. They'd have to be fast but... she was getting sidetracked. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 10:33:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Outside the Ortiz house<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Persuasion.<br><br>&nbsp;Upon seeing Desi's grin, Clark shut his eyes with a grunt. That was not, broadly speaking a good sign. Then again, sometimes it turned out well. Clark stretched as a pleasant and slightly uncomfortable memory. His knees spread and he sat up a bit straighter, opening his eyes with an optimistic smile. Sometimes, it worked out well.<br><br>"Pretty sure not the way you think, Desi. If it was something like that, I'd tell you, so you could play into. If I need a girlfriend for a college party, I'll give you a call. How's your Canadian accent?" He leaned in at the touch on his shoulder, his hand moving over to trace nails over the rips in her jeans. "I was just tossing a compliment in after asking if you wanted to get changed, stupid. But if you want to flash some brightly coloured thong at everyone, it would be hot as fuck." Clark shifted closer with a stagewhisper."But if you are bending over so much, what at the chances I'm in a position to see your ass?" He pecked her cheek and settled back, sucking on a middle finger at her with snort.<br><br>"But seriously, get ready and let's go before the kids are too drunk or horny to appreciate you." He leaned on the steering wheel, looking up at the sky to judge the time and weather. "I'll try not to cum in my pants in anticipation." He deadpanned, turning the radio on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 18:10:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Outside the Ortiz house <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Clark<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Don't give her ideas... <hr>She laughed, a genuine laugh that shook her shoulders, and tugged his hair slightly. "Canadian accent, eh? Unless Canada conquered Mexico at some point when no one was looking I'm not sure that'd be believable," she joked. Though he had to go and get bold on her after that, hinting at secrets. Something darker and hotter flashed in her gaze, as much a warning as it was a promise and a memory all rolled into one. <br><br>"Better be careful, Copper. You know I'm a fan of science and I can never resist a good experiment..." She pulled her hand away from him and sat up, reaching for the bag that had been sat beside her feet. "I might be inclined to test just how often you're in a position to see anything at all." It was already a proven fact that Desiree loved testing Clark and his limits. Especially when he was of a mind to try and tell her no. There were a few of those she'd managed to scale too, though others he'd remained firm on, which, under the right circumstances, could be kind of hot all on its own. There weren't many she'd met who could keep Desi from what she wanted. <br><br>"Damn, ok. Bossy," she huffed, opening her door to slide out of the car. Though the comment about cumming in his pants made her pause and look back, "mmm, no sweetie, let's save that for later." She winked at him then proceeded to stand, side stepping and closing the door behind her regardless of if he spoke again or not.<br><br>Desi was one of those women who enjoyed the process of taking time and care with her appearance. However, that did not mean it took her hours to get ready every time she decided to step out of the house. Heading inside and straight up the stairs, she noted that her mother seemed to not have returned and was likely heading straight to the HOA meeting that evening. That was fine with Desi. It meant less distraction. Slipping out of her jacket and shoes she considered what it was she wanted to wear. <br><br>All in all it took her twenty minutes to freshen up and redress. The dress she'd chosen perhaps pushed a few more boundaries than she would have gone with for hanging out in the neighborhood, but oh well. It covered the necessary bits and only teased at the possibility of revealing more, stretching and sliding in ways that might indeed make you think she'd flash her ass just bending over even a little bit. Besides, if the party proved to be entirely lame she was most definitely going to be tugging Clark off elsewhere. Even if it was just out to a club. She was already beginning to feel restless.<br><br>After paring down to the essentials so that it would all fit in the pockets of her coat without looking crazy, Desi made her way back out to Clark's ride. "Are we driving or dropping your car off?" She asked as she opened her door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 18:57:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening, Outside the Ortiz House<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Driving to Weaver Way (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264907.msg13081343#msg13081343)<br><br>&nbsp;He grinned at her laugh, grunted at the tug on his hair. "All fake girlfriends are from Canada, didn't you know that, Desi?" A sly pout and he squeezed her thigh before letting go too. "I know you love experiments, but do you love them enough to spend a favour on them?" Clark was pretty comfortable with teasing Desi like this. They had butted heads about stuff before, but they'd always sorted it out later. And Clark was pretty sure if he'd given in when he was deeply opposed Desi would have found someone else to mess with long ago. Possibly after getting him in real trouble.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'll drive over. Saves carrying the booze, and if it's a total dive, we can bail before I've had more than a beer." He watched her get in, eating up the look of her in the dress, and details like the seatbelt crossing down between her breasts. She knew he found her sexy, no need to hide it. And playing it up a bit helped smooth over the times when he had to point out it wasn't a free ticket to whatever she wanted. From him anyway, Clark wasn't quite sure if there was someone else in the community she had her claws in. If he thought about it, he was much happier not knowing. He didn't want to care if was true, but it was easier not to care if he didn't know.<br><br>&nbsp;Shifting into gear, he pulled out into the road and drove over to Weaver Way (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264907.msg13081343#msg13081343).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towerring Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 01:07:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/c1/a1/dcc1a1899a101aab5cdc6225f3a93fd4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://realestateadminimages.gabriels.net/170/170-b20160720180642225-814.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Carlton home kitchen (https://ap.rdcpix.com/2086794671/8247b39ed99c80b3f247f184438c88fel-m3xd-w640_h480_q80.jpg), before the HOA meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Corbin McCree<br><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>&nbsp; High (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwXQa00owvk)<br><br>Soft light played through the kitchen windows onto white marble counter tops, the rays split only by the female form dancing about the room. She had woken up alone, as most mornings. Her husband was at work or somewhere secretly fantasising about his secretary, maybe even drowning his boredom in a decaf latte. Yes, he was that boring. But instead of the sadness that had filled her thoughts when they first drifted in different directions, Delilah now embraced each day with a light heart and a taste of freedom she wouldn't trade for anything. <br><br>This particular morning she had planned to bake cookies, something sweet and tasty to bring to the Homeowners Association meeting as she usually did. It wasn't a difficult task but rather one she enjoyed. After spending some quality time in front of the mirror, applying her make up and gathering her hair up into a casual bun, she wrapped herself in a short silk robe to go downstairs. Her french bulldog puppies greeted her enthusiastically, well, they weren't puppies anymore but they were so small and adorable she still thought of them that way. She leaned down to rub their little backs and heads, play with them for a moment. <br><br>She was in the guest bathroom downstairs, washing her hands, when someone dropped by for a visit. A smile spread on her lips when she saw who it was, and a mischievous plan formed in her mind. So it was, a little while later, that she busied herself getting ingredients ready for making cookie batter. It would have counted as a perfectly normal activity if not for a couple of facts. <br><br>A young man on a chair, where he could watch her work. And a very real lack of clothing on Delilah. <br><br>"Let's set some rules for today, hmm darling?" She suggested lightly and rested her elbows and breasts on a counter top, turning her head to face him. The white apron she'd tied to her front covered her from the top of her breasts to the top of her thighs, but there was no hiding the generous curves and the apron only covered so much. It certainly did not hide anything on her back. Her dark eyes roamed his body where he sat in front of her, rested momentarily on the silk scarves she'd used to tie him to the chair. His wrists on the armrests, she didn't need to do anything else to keep him seated and still. It amused her that these scarves were gifts from her husband, brought home from business trips as what he considered sweet gestures and she viewed as a symbol of him trying to hang himself around her neck. Today they tied her young beautiful fit lover to her chair. Ahh irony. <br><br>"No touching." She contemplated the command, found it pointless since his hands were tied, and moved over to him to add to it. "That means no licking, sucking, or tasting..." Her lips brushed softly over his, "...unless I ask you to. Say yes Mrs. Carlton."<br><br>Happy with this, she beamed a smile at the young stud and swivelled around to go make cookies! Her stiletto heels clicked pleasantly on the floor tile, in effortless rhythm to comfortable Spanish guitar music playing from the built in sound system of her house. She faced sideways to him for a bit, sifting floor and cocoa into a bowl, baking powder, salt. Her hips swayed nonchalantly to the music, more without thought than to display her body although that was a nice side effect. Once the dry ingredients were ready, she moved over to her guest again. <br><br>"First I sift the flour," she purred softly, bending forward to rest her hands on his thighs and give him a good view down her cleavage as her breasts hung heavy and contained by the apron alone. Her hands moved steadily up his thighs and to his crotch, to the belt. "Then, I cream the sugar and butter." She undid the belt, recognising it as one of the things she'd gotten him at some point, and undid his jeans. "Sound good?" Her smile grew wicked as she started to slip her hand down into his jeans but stopped before she reached his dick. She pulled up instead, turned around in front of him and dragged her fingers up her ass cheeks, held and dropped to make her round behind jiggle a little. Then moved back to keep working. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 09:14:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.gettyimages.com/photos/actor-zac-efron-is-photographed-for-20th-century-fox-on-may-26-2016-picture-id609578172)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Corbin McCree<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Carlton Home, before HoA meeting <br><strong>Dressed:</strong>Jeans, boots and a button down shirt <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Delilah "Dios Mio" Diaz-<del> Carlton</del><hr> <br><br>Corbin had no reason to visit Delilah other than it was Delilah Diaz. He didn't need to clean her pool nor check on anything but he still stopped by since he didn't see her husband's car in front of the house. The pups quickly calmed down when they saw it was him while as he made small chat at the door, she was quick to pull him into the house. She proposed a little game and blindly he had accepted the conditions which was why he was now tied up and seated near the kitchen island counter. The bindings could be tested but that would break the spirit of the game. Would he break the rules had she not tied his arms to their respective rests? Yes, off course he would have, that was why she had to tie him up! <br><br>The first rule sucked, then she followed up with the other ones that were worst than the previous ones combined! He wanted to protest but she had a way of getting her way when she really wanted it. Corbin needed to clear his throat and thoughts. "Yes, Mrs. Carlton." His acquiescence was rewarded with a visual reward of her walking away, a treat for the eyes as she wore a very small apron and a pair of heels that had his blood pressure rising. He forced himself to take a deep breath and only watch. Corbin leaned back into the chair he shifted a little before allowing his his legs part in order to settle in as comfortably as possible. His right foot began to tap to the beat as she danced around and prepared to make a batch of cookies. <br><br>Ten seconds in and he was already more interested in this baking lesson than anything on his schedule that semester. Corbin didn't pretend to shy away when she leaned in and gave him opportunities to enjoy the view. Between that and the distraction of her hands were reaching into his pants, he failed to realize she had asked him something. "What, ohh yea...yea sounds good." Corbin nodded, he could have confessed to a murder at that point right before she stopped and turned around. A groan escaped him as she took a hold of her ass, lifted and let go with what he would call the bounce wiggle. He was happy she had undone his pants to prevent a bad case of chafing but he was also a more than a little conflicted as she swayed away to continue with her task. "You have a little flour back there, I can get it. " Corbin offered quickly as he opened and closed his hands, fighting the urge to truly test the silk that bound him to the chair. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 17:19:54</strong>
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				<br>Name: Aric Vale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070356#msg13070356)<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening After Party | Leighton residence <br>Tagging: Terry &amp; any others in the area and interested. <br>Content: And upon a hot tub they arrived.<br><br>Aric moved through the bushes and over fences very quietly for his size helping Terry over the taller ones with a quick boost and then half hopping over himself. "Been here a couple months. Nough to get used to some of the goings on. Mostly spend my time at college, or at work, Instructor at the Yoga studio couple nights outta the week. I got the weekend free, and felt the need to get out and just.. Enjoy." he shrugs and puffs pulling the flask taking another sip and offering to Terry, "What about you?&nbsp; You look a bit more "Hardcore" then most the people out here, new to the area or just visiting family?" He finished off the last slice of pizza, pausing to crumple up the empty box like it was tissue paper before dumping it in a trash can that was close at hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 14:55:56</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Continued from Leighton Place... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265088.msg13086164#msg13086164)</em></span></strong><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Ortiz Backyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Savannah Ortiz<br><strong>Content:</strong> Needing a break<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>You'd think all he would need to do was retrace the steps he and Aric had taken. Some of those fences, however, were simply too tall and thus forced Terry to change his route, seeking out familiar landmarks where he could. However, some of the alternate routes he planned to take led to dead ends or, in one yard's case, an elderly man looking through his telescope to try and stargaze. The second Terry hopped his fence, planning to cut through diagonally, he had to readjust, turning to the side and hopping the fence again... only to see a rather excited doberman barking and sprinting his way. Another leap over a fence, leaving a sock behind for the dog to chew on, and Terry was back in safety.<br><br>By time he finally got to a road, it was far away from where Robinson Road was located. Moreover, he needed to get out of sight before someone called the cops raving about a naked black man streaking through the neighborhood. Panting heavily, the water from the hot tub had dried in the passing breeze of air, but the sweat began to take its place, maintaining a sheen upon his dark muscules. His calves and thighs pumped, his buttocks tensing, and his block-and-tackle bouncing every which way as he sprinted and zig-zagged through the network of carefully manicured yards. He didn't realize it, but he ended up sprinting right past the hedge to the Leighton residence once again.<br><br>He snagged his foot as he leaped over one more fence, tumbling onto the grass lawn below. He laid there for a moment, his chest heaving with every desperate breath. The night sky once more hovered above him, but all that tranquility suddenly turned to a glittering mirth. Evidently stars could enjoy a bit of schadenfreude as much as the next guy.<br><br>Groaning he stood up, taking in the surroundings of yet another rich back yard with wealthy accoutrements and a pool bigger than his College apartment. Limping slightly, he walked his way to one of the chairs outside, obviously for public parties and gatherings. It didn't look like whoever was home was paying attention to the yard, so he decided to allow this moment to rest, get his bearings, and perhaps get his clothes back on. He dropped down into the chair, resting for several minutes, not a single word or thought coming to his mind.<br><br>And then he stood up, unrolling his jeans, and began to step his leg into the pantleg... only to stop and examine his foot. Which was bleeding.<br><br>"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked himself, sitting back down. Whatever that fence was made out of, it seemed to give a pretty good slash across his foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 09:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c2/67/38/c2673854d4348e28c9f3d9199449de1f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | The Ortiz Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bright pink blazer over black corset and jeans + heels<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Terry Hunter<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Plans for a little treat meet naked boy<hr>With the prospect of a quiet night ahead of her, Savannah had felt the knot of tension that had begun to form in her lower back begin to dissipate the moment she pulled away from the St. Clair's. The drive home from there was not a long one and, with her tendencies, it was barely a blink before she was home and pulling into her garage to park her Audi next to the sleek and shiny Tesla her ex had bought for Desiree on her 21st birthday. The bastard was such a kiss ass. The girl barely drove herself anywhere but he'd been quick to try and one up Savannah on their daughter's birthday, picking her up almost right after they'd come home from their week long getaway cruise to drive her off to the dealership. Of course, just thinking of the too handsome devil, brought back the tension from earlier and Savannah decided a long hot bath was in order after she put away the few things she'd bought. <br><br>Except she skipped on the bath and figured she'd just go for a hot shower instead as she realized she didn't want to be bothered with running the water and blah blah blah. <br><br>Okay, so maybe it hadn't been a good idea to skip out on that last yoga session after all. Not that she was going to admit that to anyone. Nor was she going to let it stop her from a yummy bowl of comfort food either. <br><br>She'd bought fruit while she was out. Big juicy strawberries, cherries, grapes, a watermelon, and mangoes. She loooooved mangoes. She'd gotten kiwis too, though she'd had a good long immature moment in the grocery store with those and a pair of honeydew melons that had left a young clerk torn between blushing and laughing. She'd even picked up chocolate sauce, caramel, and whipped cream. The plan had been to have a girls night with Desi soon enough but oh well, she could always go back to the store or have someone pick more up for her. Tonight, she was going to have a treat.<br><br>Or rather she would... right after she figured out what all that noise was...<br><br>It hadn't been loud. However, as mentioned before, Savannah was particularly sensitive to certain things. Changes in the energy, if you will. Or maybe (more likely) the fact that the house was still almost entirely dark but for the pantry light she now stood under and she had no appliances or electronics on to add noise, made it easier to hear what was outside. It could have been Booger or Chi Chi, her two babies (cats), but that was not the sense she got.<br><br>Curious, Savannah stepped out of the pantry and crossed to the doors that opened up out into the back. She took a peek but didn't see anything at first and so opened the doors to step out. <br><br>And spotted a young male in her yard. <br><br>A <em>naked</em> young male. <br><br>In one of her chairs. <br><br>Savannah blinked. Her first thought was instantly to look for Desi but she doubted her daughter would be far if she'd had a naked boy to play with. It crossed her mind that he could have been some sort of pervert but then, if he was, he wasn't doing a very good job of it. Streakers were supposed to, you know, streak, and flashers, flash. He was just... sitting.<br><br>"Well, now that is not what I was expecting at all." She finally said in her accented tones, an edge of confused laughter there to color her words. "Are you alright, mijo?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 14:13:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Ortiz Backyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Savannah Ortiz<br><strong>Content:</strong> In the spotlight<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>"Shit..." Terry sighed to himself, examining his foot. It wasn't horror-movie blood or anything that would need stitches, but there was still enough blood to make it look worse than it actually was. He needed to clean it off and bandage it, but first he needed to find his way home. Sighing, he started rifling through the clothes in his lap. He'd need his pants, and his shirt... well, he wasn't about to get blood on his Animals as Leaders shirt. No way in Hell. Which left him with his now lone sock. Which, truth told, was pretty useless without its hetero-life-mate-Silent-Bob. He turned it inside-out, thinking that would somehow make it <em>cleaner</em>, and began to wrap it around the top of his foot.<br><br>"Well, now that is not what I was expecting at all. Are you alright, mijo?"<br><br>"Sssshhhhh....!" Terry almost cussed again, his body going rigid and upright, hands in the air. The blood-dotted sock flashed in the soft glow of the light from the house. How in the Hell did these women keep getting the drop on him? Was it the booze? God damn. Letting out an exasperated breath, he looked to his lap... noticing that he wasn't entirely covered up. Shifting his clothing for some extra modesty, he cleared his throat.<br><br>"I'm sorry for trespassing, ma'am," he said, a weariness to his voice. "It's... a bit of a long story. All I need is to get my clothes back on, directions to Robinson Road or Acacia Circle, and I'll be out of your hair." He crossed his fingers in the "scout's honor" position, then lifted his leg so that he could wrap the sock around his injured foot... only for his t-shirt and jeans to drop onto the ground, leaving him exposed. He cursed again, grabbing the pile and trying for modesty one more time.<br><br><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Continued in Casa de Ortiz... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265283.msg13095053#msg13095053)</span></em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 03:33:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.usmagazine.com/620-width/1358981346_9-daniel-craig-1500.jpg)</div>Name: Nathaniel Wynter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13093029#msg13093029)<br>Time / Location:&nbsp; Early morning of 3 Jun, Desmond Street<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Anyone<br>Content: Shirtless, references to hot wax scene<br><br><hr>While it might be always sunny in Southern California, it did not mean the sun rose earlier in the winter than for the rest of the west coast.&nbsp; So when summer came around with sunrise more towards five in the morning than seven, Nathaniel took advantage of it and altered his workout routine to run in the morning than during lunch.&nbsp; While during his time in the Marines he was used to the "zero dark thirty" morning runs, it did not mean he enjoyed it.&nbsp; Also he was not too fond of dodging cars and he wanted the crazy California drivers to notice him and see him with plenty of warning to get out of the way, or at least slam on their break and give him a bit of a warning than if it was near pitch black.&nbsp; As it was even with the full light of day he had to move out of the way more often than not, people being near selfish bastards and only concerned with their agenda in the morning and their morning routine rather than being courteous and sharing the road.<br><br>The other reason why Nathaniel loved to run in the mornings during summer was the sun had not had its chance to turn up the heat, something Nathaniel never enjoyed.&nbsp; Being by the ocean, the greater Los Angeles area got more than its fair share of humidity, and while it did not quite compare to the deep south like Florida or Mississippi, summers in Southern California could be quite vicious, especially on a clear day with no clouds to screen out the sun.&nbsp; Nathaniel was not a fan of sun burn either which was why he was happy in the summertime to wake up a half-hour or forty-five minutes early and get in his five to six mile run instead of during lunch time where the heat of the day would make such an activity more than a tad unbearable.<br><br>He had just finished the six miles according to his fitness app which was on his smart phone.&nbsp; Having moved into the neighborhood of Towering Pines no more than a week before, he was still used to getting the layout and had not exactly paced out his runs.&nbsp; It was not a bad thing as he slowed what many would consider his grueling just under six minutes a mile pace to something more of a jog which others would take as more their speed and comfort.&nbsp; He had lost his shirt after the first half, the day already a bit on the humid side.&nbsp; He hap wiped down his face and body as much as he could before tossing it about his neck, thus treating anyone who was up at this time to the visual treat which was Nathaniel Wynter.<br><br>Nathaniel was not a modest man.&nbsp; To be honest modest went out the window during basic training when you were showering so close to another man you often brushed up against him, thus he really did not care if his jogging shorts were perhaps a bit more form fitting than most men would consider.&nbsp; To be honest he often wore less than he was right now when in a session at Threshold.&nbsp; It was not only barely dressed or nude submissive women people paid the cover charge to see when they visited the club, and Nathaniel never minded the attention paid to him as he circled about some bound girl to a bondage bench, letting the heat of a candle lick close to their displayed flesh as he dripped hot wax over their helpless body.&nbsp; He was not one to look away from any woman who caught his eye if they had dressed to attract such attention, he was not about to deny the same to women who wanted to feast and have illicit thoughts about him in their bed, or more.<br><br>He slowed his jog down to more of fast walk as he took in the scenery about him.&nbsp; The neighborhood was really beautiful, but even he had to wince a bit at what some people's water bill ran them.&nbsp; He was already not looking forward to opening his first bill from the city utilities, his own yard far from small, with a large and rare maple tree in his yard which sucked up more than its far share of water during the year.&nbsp; While Nathaniel was far from strapped for cash (one did not rent in Towering Pines after all and the smallest, modest house went for easily seven hundred and fifty thousand at least), it did not mean he liked pissing money away either.&nbsp; So as he jogged by some houses, he gave a studied look about their yards, gardens, and lawns to see how they managed their lawn maintenance to see if he needed to make improvements to his own place to make it a bit more efficient.&nbsp; That was how anyone about the street in the morning would find him, shirtless, the sunlight hitting his sweat slick body and making it glow as if it had been oiled with short jogging shorts which would tell people if he tucked to the left or right when he dressed.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 02:19:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/93109bc70f87a9ebcb32f147b5a7497a/tumblr_olx2qbAXus1uop5ado1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: June 3rd, Morning | Front Yard<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: 50's Floral Fantasy (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b8/62/3e/b8623e4a1c70310b9a5b312e551a6f41.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nathaniel Wynter | Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Gardening and greetings<br><br><hr><br>Vi was kneeling in the grass at the edge of one of the many circular and oval flowerbeds in her front yard, the landscape arranged pleasingly with ornamental trees and shrubs grouped with blooming plants and lush greenery.&nbsp; She was wearing a pair of form-fitting, high-waisted capri pants and a sleeveless floral top tied around her rib-cage, revealing a good portion of her smooth, porcelain midriff.&nbsp; Her floppy sunhat served to keep the harsh rays of the sun off her face, which was already partially protected by a pair of lemon yellow sunglasses.&nbsp; She bent over the flowers, digging gently with her trowel to loosen the dirt around the roots of a particularly recalcitrant weed, muttering under her breath, as if coaxing it would work.&nbsp; Finally, she managed to yank it free of the soil with a cry of triumph and sat up to drop it into the wooden box in the grass beside her.&nbsp; "Gotcha!"<br><br>Brushing the dirt off her pretty blue and white gardening gloves, she sat back on her heel and took a long sip from her reusable water bottle as she glanced over the street.&nbsp; At first her gaze passed right by Nathaniel, then it drifted back and she beamed as she recognized him.&nbsp; Setting the bottle aside, she lifted her hand to wave at the sweating man, calling out.&nbsp; "Yoohoo!&nbsp; Nathaniel, darling!"&nbsp; She rose gracefully to her feet and made her way closer to the sidewalk, smiling as she drew closer and confirmed her suspicions.<br><br>Pulling off her sunglasses as she drew closer, she hooked one leg over the third button of her shirt, which is where she'd unbuttoned to, revealing a hint of cleavage.&nbsp; "It <em>is</em> you!&nbsp; What on earth are you doing on Desmond drive, my dear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 03:08:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.usmagazine.com/620-width/1358981346_9-daniel-craig-1500.jpg)</div>Name: Nathaniel Wynter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13093029#msg13093029)<br>Time / Location:&nbsp; Early morning of 3 Jun, Desmond Street<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Anyone<br>Content: Shirtless<br><br><hr>Nathaniel mind had not wandered so far he was not paying attention to his surroundings, and the fact someone was calling his name stopped him right in his tracks.&nbsp; He craned his head about, looking for the person when his ice blue eyes landed upon the vintage floral print blouse along with the periwinkle slacks again in the vintage cut and material.&nbsp; His eyes continued to travel up till he saw the stunning face with the hair like black ink under the white gardening hat.&nbsp; It only took him a moment to recognize the face.&nbsp; Nathaniel was good with recognizing faces.&nbsp; One had to be in the Marines where near every male had the same high and tight haircut and wore the same clothing day in and day out.&nbsp; <br><br>It was Violet Leighton, or Vi as she liked to be called, but if the subs or their Doms ask for a bit more formality then Miss Violet.&nbsp; He had seen her more than a few times at <em>Threshold</em> and her Lingerie B=boutique and line, <em>VaVoom</em>.&nbsp; It was one of the few high quality, provocative yet vintage supplies in the area.&nbsp; There was a whole sub-culture of 1950's role play, mainly inspired by Bettie Page and other BDSM pinup girls of the time, and finding accurate and good quality clothing which matched the period was hard to find.&nbsp; Vi's floor shop always attracted a good crowd, and crowd meant people paying money for memberships which was good business.&nbsp; She also did customer work which Nathaniel used from time to time when he was going for something specific in one of his demonstrations and he needed the model he was paired to wear something custom.&nbsp; It was a pleasant surprise to find out she was also in the neighborhood.&nbsp; <br><br>Nathaniel wiped down his face again and walked over towards her, a warm and open smile upon his face as he did.&nbsp; He spoke with a rich and slightly British accent, his mother being British and his father having lived over there for Exxon Mobile for year.&nbsp; In fact Nathaniel was born and lived in Scotland till the family moved back to the United States when he had started Middle School.&nbsp; Years since then had smoothed the edge of his Scottish inflection of his voice, but not eliminated it completely.&nbsp; It was the cadence and tone of his speech which gave him a good first erotic impression with many women.&nbsp; As one former sub said to him once, she could listen to him recite the dictionary and cum from the sound of his voice.&nbsp; There was a bit of hyperbole there, but he was one of the few Doms he knew of who could train women to orgasm upon command, and his accented and darkly sensual voice had a large part of it.<br><br><strong>"Vi!&nbsp; Yes it is me, and a pleasure to see you.&nbsp; This is a nice surprise to be sure.&nbsp; I thought when I had moved in I would have no connections at all and have to start to trying path of going door to door to meet and greet people.&nbsp; You of course will make things far easier and be able to give me a proper introduction.&nbsp; As to why I am here, I moved here not more than two weeks ago.&nbsp; New job I could not pass up had me moving from Exxon over to Panasonic.&nbsp; They were looking for some fresh blood to be the director of their program managers.&nbsp; Since Redondo Beech is a bit of a commute, and not one I could do and stay sane, I moved here where the drive into work is a tolerable twenty to forty minutes by back streets, instead of the near two hour slog it would had been on the 91.&nbsp; So, how are things and business with you?&nbsp; If I recall we have another membership drive munch in a week or so.&nbsp; Were you invited back to it?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-04-2017, 08:37:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/93109bc70f87a9ebcb32f147b5a7497a/tumblr_olx2qbAXus1uop5ado1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: June 3rd, Morning | Front Yard<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: 50's Floral Fantasy (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b8/62/3e/b8623e4a1c70310b9a5b312e551a6f41.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nathaniel Wynter | Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Gardening and greetings<br><br><hr><br>"Well, yes, I suppose I can introduce you to a few of the neighbors, if you like."&nbsp; She noted with a faint smirk at the way he'd phrased it, knowing quite well there were plenty of dominant men in the scene who seemed to think that manners were for other people.&nbsp; She'd ceased being annoyed at the way they assumed compliance and gave commands, even to other Dom/mes, and had learned to simply say no when necessary or just agree.&nbsp; Complaining was often far more trouble than it was worth, since they typically had no idea they were doing it, and if they did they didn't think it was rude.<br><br>As he went on, her smile grew and she clapped her hands a bit, eyes flashing with genuine pleasure.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Congratulations on the promotion, darling.&nbsp; I realize how much of a hassle moving and trying to get settled in at a new place can be, but when it's for something like that, it's all worth it."&nbsp; She slipped off her gardening gloves and tucked them into one of her back pockets, then brushed her hair back out of her eyes, glad for the protective shade of her sun hat.<br><br>"Mmm...Business is wonderful.&nbsp; My website is booming, and I finally found a reliable, convenient way to ship my merchandise.&nbsp; I swear, for a while I felt like I was sending things by carrier pigeon."&nbsp; She giggled and glanced down as she went on, brushing a bit of soil off the knees of her capri pants.&nbsp; "Yes, they sent me a notice.&nbsp; I've not decided if I'm going, yet, or not.&nbsp; I love attending and meeting the new people who come, but going alone and seeing all the others with their partners can get a bit...well, you know."&nbsp; She straightened and waved a hand with a slight laugh, then sighed.<br><br>"Oh, but don't let me keep you from your run, darling.&nbsp; We can catch up later and I'll throw an intimate fete to invite you to the neighborhood some night next week, how does that sound?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>07-04-2017, 06:05:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/taylorjohnson-hands/aaron-taylor-johnson-and-his-wife-sam-hold-hands-for-a-stroll-in-soho-01.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 3rd - Afternoon - Common grounds on Desmond Drive<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Plain t-shirt, shorts.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Photography<br><br><hr><br>It was another quiet, warm summer afternoon.&nbsp; The birds were out in the trees of the common ground area, chirping merrily among themselves.&nbsp; Somewhere in the distance he could hear children playing in the summer warmth.&nbsp; It was a beautiful, gorgeous day out, but it was not the birds, nor the surrounding images of summer that caught his muse and attention that warm day.<br><br>As he lay down upon the grass of the kept, trimmed lawn of the common ground, Jake continued to snap away at the sky above, capturing the images of the clouds and the unique formations with his camera lens.&nbsp; <br><br>He was sure he was causing a little bit of a scene to anyone who might have been looking, but Jake didn't care at all.&nbsp; As far as he was concerned, let them look and whisper among themselves.&nbsp; What did he care?&nbsp; There were no rules being broken, no disturbance being made.&nbsp; He was all by himself, laying on the ground with nothing but his camera.<br><br>The sky, clouds in particular, had always held a special place in his creative heart.&nbsp; Ever since he was younger, first experimenting with a camera, the sight of clouds had always captured his imagination.&nbsp; It reminded him of the old game of looking for images in clouds, of seeing what the different formations reminded a person of.&nbsp; There was just something unique, something beautiful, about the sight of something so simplistic and natural, there for only a few moments, before shifting and changing along the currents of the air.<br><br>It wasn't like photographing people in their more intimate moments.&nbsp; While that held some artistic flare in his heart, seeing the clouds, photographing them, always seemed to help spark a creative burst within him, as if he were looking upon a painting, capturing that one beautiful moment before it slipped away.<br><br>For a few minutes he just lay there upon the grass beneath the sun, stretched out in his t-shirt and shorts, the grass prickling at his back while looking up to the clouds, snapping the occasional pictures as the inspiration within him continued to grow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Desmond Drive</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>08-04-2017, 14:27:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.usmagazine.com/620-width/1358981346_9-daniel-craig-1500.jpg)</div>Name: Nathaniel Wynter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13093029#msg13093029)<br>Time / Location:&nbsp; Early morning of 3 Jun, Desmond Street<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Anyone<br>Content: Shirtless<br><hr><br>Nathan gave one of his rare smiles to Vi.&nbsp; It was not a particularly deep smile, and did not display any teeth.&nbsp; It was a upturn of the corners of his mouth, with the right side being higher than the left, and a crinkling of the very faint crows at the corner of his eyes.&nbsp; The faint smile did wonder for his ice blue eyes and made them light up with their own inner fire, and the exotic color had made many female submissives (and a few male ones) wish Nathaniel would turn his stare upon them.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"If you could I would be grateful Vi.&nbsp; I am sorry it is still a bit early and brain really does not function well without the first jolt of caffeine.&nbsp; I realized now how presumptuous my words sounded.&nbsp; In my defense they sounded better in my head and I did mean it as a polite request.&nbsp; Any and all help you can give me as I settle into this new place would be very much appreciated." </strong><br><br>He listened to her voice and her words, tilting his head slightly to the right as he did, and both of his hands now drifting down to settle at his waist.&nbsp; <strong>"I know very well what you mean.&nbsp; Since you are doing me a large favor for me by introducing me about, I can offer to do the same.&nbsp; There are a few regulars at <em>Threshold</em> looking for a real Mistress, not one of the fake ones who only seem to be in it for the money and nothing else.&nbsp; I am more than willing to make introductions for you if you like."</strong><br><br>
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