Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild
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				Title: <strong>Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>28-07-2019, 12:04:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qz4NmBMq6Mw/Vo-5-pLBPiI/AAAAAAABJsg/g7Fc9Dc72n0/s640/agua-de-coco-1511-04.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I revved the engine. <br><br>Inside a garage. <br><br>With no one else around. <br><br>Yep, I was that guy. The arsehole that walks into a place and won't stop until the voice inside his head said, "Oh for fuck's sake, that's enough, you own it now." <br><br>There were, of course, nicer ways to accommodate that character flaw. But none of them put a cocksure smirk on my face. The kind she liked. <br><br>I turn to her, and unsurprisingly she has an exasperated look on her face, although there is also a hint of amusement. <br><br>"What?" I ask innocently.<br><br>Everything about them screamed whirlwind romance. A spoiled brat who has so many toys that he can't help but grow tired of them and a sexy goddess who knew if she wanted she could have the entire world in the palm of her hand. <br><br>I'd met her at a party and try as I might I couldn't get her fucking get her to come home with me, which was all the more annoying because the whole thing was happening at my place. We'd flirted and teased and tortured each other all up until the point she picked up her coat and left, whispering a terrible little promise in my ear. "Good luck sleeping tonight."<br><br>Men are appallingly simple creatures. We needed food, sex and an obsession. And this woman who I never knew existed until the night she basically had me dancing to her tunes hit all three boxes. I had to have her. <br><br>This is the part where it pays to be an obscenely rich bastard with connections all over the country. And funnily enough all of it had been the result of my voracious sexual appetite. <br></div><div class="floatleft">(http://detox-inform.narod.ru/images/150/1-69122.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thanks to God-given and later carefully-sculpted surfer-boy looks, I could get into places bursting with information. By the time I was 18, I had slept with the wives of every mob boss in the city, and had access to secret hideouts, bank details and ghost drives replete with evidence of illegal activity. Without anyone ever realising, I had become the San Fernando Valley's King Pin. One who valued anonymity. Even now, five years after my rise to the top, people thought Marlon Fontana was nothing more than a good lay. <br><br>It didn't take long for me to find out who she was and then infect her with possibility. Every time we went out, I showed her a glimpse of a life that was close to a dream. Together, we had the power to go anywhere, be anything. Thankfully both of us had the good sense to be ourselves, just amplified. <br><br>Like now, for example, we were planning a road trip to Vegas but the Boss needed a tiny bit of tinkering first.<br><br>And so here we were and the only other soul besides us was bent over the hood of a Camaro. It was like <del>God</del> The Devil was tempting me. <br><br>I tossed a knowing little look to my partner in crime and stepped out of the car. "Hey lady. Where's your boss? I got something I need him to look at. Though how he'll ever manage to do it with you standing like that will always stay a mystery to me..." <br><br>It only seemed appropriate that I spank her arse after that. So I did. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It - A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-07-2019, 12:49:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/ad/fc/29adfc435de331350c06d80ea76ced43.jpg)</div>One of the things you learn when in the military, is to keep your calm. Self control. Driving down the street on top of a Humvee manning a .50 cal and not mowing down every single one of those ungratefull fucks takes a lot of it. We've all thought about it. We risk our lives or worse to free them from a tyrant in the name of our country. For Uncle Sam and freedom. Well Uncle Sam can fuck right off a cliff and freedom.... Freedom is a fucking illusion. <br><br>My country needed me and recruited me. They gave me a gun and shipped me off to some God forsaken sand bowl to kill a bunch of twats. ISIS, Al Qaida, Taliban... US Army... It's all the fucking same. We fight for ideals somebody else has and we're just the pawns. Replacable, worthless pawns. We fight because we are told to. Brainwashed to believe that we are fighting for the right cause and if we win, everything will be better. <br><br>It's all a bunch of fucking lies conjured up to trick the gullible and the simpletons. You cut the head off the beast and it will just grow back an even uglier face than before. And the funniest thing is, Americans believe they are free. Heck, our anthem even hails it. Tell you what though... Land of the free?? My fucking skinny ass. We get to chose between two fucks, both as stupid as a bin lid to represent us. We even have to register ourselves to be able to vote. Registering people. It's what Hitler forced the Jews to do in WWII. And now in order to vote, we have to register ourselves. But hey, we're the land of the free and the home of the brave. <br><br>Except when we're shot at. Then we run and hide. Or when there's bushfires. Then we run and hide. Or when our head of state fucks the country over. Then we just sit on our ass and twiddle our thumbs. Fucking bullshit. <br><br>Yes... I am fucked up. I've seen shit in those deserts that no human being should have to see. I've risked my life for a country that doesn't give a fuck about me and then I've come back to a country that cares even less. That kinda stuff fucks you up. People dying for no reason other than the illusion of freedom. <br><br>Somehow I've ended up in California. The least free state of all the fucking states in the US. But the climate is nice, the people are chill and the scenery is rather lovely. I suppose for a fucked up person like me, that's good enough. I've also managed to combine my two passions. Roleplaying and cars. Roleplaying because... well escapism probably. Steampunk is a big thing. Underrated and snowed in by the high fantasy fucking elves and trolls and their fancy swords and spells. I'll take a steampowered hammer anyday. So in the front of the shop people, mostly youth, can come and craft their pieces, play some tabletop games, have a bite to eat and drink and be creative otherwise. <br><br>In the back is the car workshop. Just as the front workshop it's fully designed in steampunk design. Wooden floors, lots of brass, copper, exposed plumbing and cogs. <br><br>My little paradise. My escape from reality and a way to forget about seeing my girlfriend get butchered, about my nightmares and about the little fucks my government gives about me. Then there's my other pride and joy. Bingles. I don't know why I called it that but it was the first name that got to me. I know others call it Bumblebee but honestly, that little twat has got nothing on Bingles. It's a yellow 1973 Camaro, tastefully restored to mostly original. I didn't put big wheels on it, like those clueless tv shows always do, nor did I make it louder or change the engine. Just stock. As Chevrolet intended it.<br><div class="floatleft">(https://assets.hemmings.com/uimage/63527942-770-0@2X.jpg?rev=4)</div><br>Today I was working on it, clearing out a bit of dust from an earlier blast through the desert when what has to be the biggest cock in the state walked in. He drove in first actually. Immediately I knew his car sounded broken. Then he made the mistake of calling for my boss and thirdly, his biggest mistake, to slap me on the ass. <br><br>Self control. <br><br>"You are talking to my boss, your car needs new sparkplugs and if you lay your scruffy fingers on me again, I will break them, work you to the floor, punch you into unconsciousness and then I'll call the police for harassment."<br><br>I looked at him and his girlfriend. Or fuckbuddy. Whatever. Cute couple. Surely she could do better though. But who am I to judge. <br><br>"So the question now really is, do you trust a woman to change your sparkplugs or not?"<br><br>I grabbed a towel and wiped some dirt off my hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>29-07-2019, 03:15:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkxO5BX.jpg)</div>I was typing out a text on my phone when I heard that unmistakeable slap of male hand to plush flesh. <br><br>It brought my blue eyes up from the screen and immediately centered them on Marlon. The tall, dark, and handsome-as-sin man was standing next to the blonde woman who had been wrenching on an engine the moment before. <br><br>Her gorgeous features now made it obvious that she was extremely tempted to put those tools to other uses as she spoke to him. <br><br>This wasn’t the first time I’d thought he was going to get slapped – or worse – because of something he’d spontaneously done. Hell, our fights (and fucks) over the last five months had been epic enough that I knew the phenomenal level of emotion he had the power to raise in a person. With that cocksure grin, careless attitude, and pockets deep enough to rival royalty, it was a combustible formula that generated a heat few could withstand or control for too long.<br><br>Working in the adult entertainment industry, however, having a business background, and giving no fucks at all about his money, gave me a few advantages to navigating a relationship with a notorious playboy. According to the associates of his that I had met, I’d been an anomaly when I’d made it past the two-week mark. He’d given me a thousand reasons to leave, but over twice that to stick around and see where this particular journey was going to take me. <br><br>Like just this morning, it had taken me to the hood of this mustang before we’d gone out on our errands and meetings. He’d propped me up there, pinning me from behind against the front fender and whispering deliciously naughty things in my ear til I’d lifted the hem of my sundress for him. I wondered if she was going to be able to see our twin handprints in the wax job.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Unbuckling the lap belt, I tucked my phone into my purse, snatched the key from the ignition, and swung open the midnight-black Mustang’s door to step out and join in the fray. <br><br>“Don’t let him or this girl’s engine sound fool you. We’ve been to four other garages trying to get her fixed.” I walked slowly, and my gaze took in the workshop as I closed in the distance between myself and the pair standing at the Camaro. The place was clearly a home as much as it was a work station. The pipes and fittings, valves and copper were gleaming in the California day sun. It smelled of that distinct tangy oil-and-gas mixture that all garages who had been around for decent amount of time did. <br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1019/4597/products/boss_429_teardrop_large.jpg?v=1447876670)</div><br>“None of them were good enough for him to leave one of his toys with,” I said, still addressing the blonde, but reaching out to take his hand. I turned it palm up and dropped the key with the customized keychain into it. My smile turned to her then. “So if you’ll take the job of getting the Boss running smoothly again, charge him double.” <br><br>Patting his arm, I stepped back again, looking down and around, clearly admiring the woodwork and effort put into the shop. “Offer her triple as an apology for your lack of restraint and judgement when seeing a woman’s ass, baby….” I said, trailing off before the rest was finished, running my fingers over a gleaming silver socket wrench that sat on the workbench before turning back and throwing in a playful wink. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>29-07-2019, 16:22:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qz4NmBMq6Mw/Vo-5-pLBPiI/AAAAAAABJsg/g7Fc9Dc72n0/s640/agua-de-coco-1511-04.jpg)</div> <div style="text-align: justify;">I have a death wish. You should too. It's the only way to live. <br><br>Honestly, think back to every risk you've never taken. Leaping off a bridge. Swimming in the rapids. Quitting your job. Fucking the girl of your fucking dreams. What stopped you? Self-preservation, right? The fear that you'd get hurt, or worse turned down. <br><br>I learned long ago to ignore that voice in my head obsessed with keeping me safe. And while it hasn't always been sunshine and daisies - I had to make a rap sheet disappear just last week - it's certainly better than the alternative. I never would've found Dani without following my basest impulses and I had a hunch I'd be saying the same thing about our new friend soon enough. <br><br>She had something about her. The aura of a soul wronged. But the funny thing is, she was cute as a button. I could imagine several situations where she's used that to her advantage, lulling troublemakers into a false sense of security before breaking their skulls. This girl was dangerous. And she damn sure didn't need anyone's help. <em>And</em> she had a bad ass Camaro.</div><br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tiny bit NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2016/06/01/300/15832453.gif)</div></div></div> <div style="text-align: justify;">For a moment, I forget about everything else and just take that yellow beast in. "Pristine." The urge to peek under the hood was too much and&nbsp; when I did, I was blown away. "Holy fuck, it's all original too." I come up with the most boyish grin in the world and then simply nod at the still furious blonde. If she were anything like he'd pegged her, that should help mitigate a first impression gone awry. <br><br>I return to Dani's side, an arm reaching out to circle her waist, and the moment our bodies touch, I feel that breathtaking fire. I had to kiss her. I simply couldn't resist. My other hand reached down to grab her leg and lure it up around my waist, and with lust sparkling in my eyes, I went in, full throttle, whispering the words in between. "She was always gonna get triple, mo...n cherie." I spank her too before slowly untangling our bodies. The two of us ran hot. It's taken way less than that to have us rutting like rabbits. <br><br>I turn to my mechanic. "You already know what the problem is, don't you?"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-07-2019, 17:00:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/fc/78/45fc7896a65333614db7f2bb84ae9dcf.jpg)</div>"Some simple maintenance yes."<br><br>Of course I had an idea what the problem was. The car sounded rough as hell. As if it was being choked and then not allowed to breath again fully. Alarm bells rang in my head. This guy owns one of the rarest and most sought after muscle cars in the world, appreciates the originality of my Camaro but has no idea how to maintain his own car. Then there is the sickening romantic stuff with his girlfriend. The kissing, the sweet talk. Fucking disgusting.<br><br>In my mind he goes home at the end of the day, dropping the girl off at her parents, bringing the Mustang back to it's real owner and and he drives home in some crappy Honda Civic. Just be yourself. Amy's wisdom. Fuck it.<br><br>There was something about these two people though. Probably another skill picked up in the desert. Intuition. Or whatever. He is goodlooking. VERY goodlooking and even though I don't like it, the man has some serious swagger. The woman is... probably in control of him. But he might give her the impression that she is. Maybe he buys her stuff to keep her happy. But then again, a guy like him can get any woman he wants. So why is he with her? <br><br>"Keys?"<br><br>I could have turned them down and normally I would have. Anybody stepping into my shop with an attitude like that, slapping me on the ass can fuck right off. And to be honest, he and his girlfriend could. But me turning down the chance to have a closer look at a real Boss 9. Fuck no. Hell must be freezing over first. With the keys now in my hands, I get in, start the engine and immediately know that my initial guess that the sparkplugs are bad is confirmed. I rev the engine a little bit, (he did the same thing after all) and feel and hear the asthmatic engine crying out for air. Slowly I drive the car into the garage fully and out of the hot California sun. <br><br>I get out, pop the hood and walk around the shop to get my toolbox and a cloth. With the toolcase driving and the cloth around my neck I bend over the engine.<br><br>"Where did you get it?"<br><br>The engine is cleaner than most cars, again indicating to me that he knows what a gem he has got and maintains it well and the ignition wires come off easily. I take one sparkplug out and inspect it and then show it to him. <br><br>"These are dirty. Want me to replace them?"<br><br>Putting it aside, I inspect the engine a bit further. I take the lid off the airfilter cover and immediately spot the problem. <br><br>"Got a mice problem?" <br><br>I pry the airfilter loose and show it to him. A dead mouse, mostly decomposed and bits of fur and bones and leaves and dirt jiggle about the airfilter as I shake it a little bit. <br><br>"Do you need the car back today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>02-08-2019, 14:40:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkxO5BX.jpg)</div>I had the worst time telling Marlon no to most things. It was truly impossible when he wanted touch and affection. My hand was immediately on that jaw of his when his lips hit mine and I didn’t resist hooking a leg over his hip, drawing us in closer than was ever appropriate for anything considered PDA. His touch was my addiction - those kisses my drinks and the ass-smacks my drugs. <br><br>There was no apology either as we eased apart with the sting of his spank still fresh on my ass so he could answer the blonde mechanic. I licked my lips and kept my gaze low while I steadied myself against his side. My body always fit in his hands like it was made to be there and the headrush he always gave me never ceased to stop being affective. <br><br>I did, however, have to bite back a grin when he handed the keys over and we stepped back almost as one to let her drive the rough-sounding Boss fully into the garage. This one was going to tug on your car fetish, for sure. I watched, and there was no hesitation in her directions as she steered the powerful machine where others had clearly been before, popped the hood and started her systematic inspection. I swayed against him for a moment, kissing his cheek easily before parting from his arms and circling back around to the open hood on the passenger side of the car. <br><br>I wasn’t the jealous girlfriend. I wasn’t even the nervous girlfriend. Or the angry girlfriend. I knew my aura was shameless, stable, and self-confident because it was exactly how I felt. And the more she worked, the more she spoke, the more curious about her I got. I bent at the waist, leaning over the fender of the car, my elbows going on the slick black painted metal there, watching with interest, just studying, ignoring or content to be oblivious to the way the position put me on display for both of them. The way her hands plucked and pulled at the engine parts sparked an interest and I grinned up at her. “Damn, you’re good with your hands…” Before I glanced back at where Marlon was standing, raising an eyebrow at the questions directed his way. <br><br>“Was this the one you won in that poker game? Remember? I had to come all the way down the coast to pick you up that morning. Or was that the Torino?” My gaze flipped back to the blonde bent over the open-hood of the engine right as she plucked the mouse and other remnants from the air filter. There wasn’t disgust on my face, merely surprise. “You just took this to that other place last week – and they didn’t catch that?! What the hell….”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>05-08-2019, 13:44:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2014/12/328413/328413-800w.jpg)</div> <div style="text-align: justify;">Most other people might just have given a damn about how a car that was roughly worth its weight in gold had come so close to being ruined beyond repair. But I just couldn't stop myself laughing. <br><br>"I guess they had a soft spot for little woodland creatures." It really is ridiculous. Quite apart from the fact that a living fucking thing had found its way to snuggle up in the engine, it's sheer size had me in splits. Honestly, did rodents grow <em>that</em> big? Could it be a mutant? Will the future brand me as the guy that killed the possibility of real-live X-men? They'd also have to mention that I'm fucking a pornstar so...<br><br>I snap out of my thought spiral, resplendent smile still on my face, only to realise that I've been left to stand all alone out in the yard. Dani and the mech are busy crooning to the Boss and suddenly a new image shovels its way into my subconscious. Fuck, I do have a one-track mind. The only thing is I have the balls to go for my fantasies. <br><br>"The Torino. Poor George. He was strutting like he had the greatest hand in the world. Put the thing up on a whim and I just couldn't help goading him into making it real. And now every time he visits I have it propped up front." I've made my way over to the girls as well and now that I'm up close I can see a familiar little glint in Dani's eyes. It was about halfway past mischief and heading into sinful. </div><br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2019/03/24/300/20878602.gif)</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"D'you know what? We're meeting for another game in a few days. D'you wanna come over and check it out?" I ask the savvy mechanic. "Help make it look even better, sound even better and for all practical purposes see if a man can die of envy?" <br><br>I tilt my head, searching for signs of a smile, maybe even half a curl of the upper lip, because if I've read our company correctly, she would enjoy the chance to get her hands on a Torino. But just in case she needed a little extra incentive: "Do I even have to mention that George thinks cars like that should never be driven and only put on display?"<br><br>I slip across to Dani, but my route takes me ever so close to the blonde bent over my car. It takes every ounce of my will power not to spank her again. "I know it'll take a while to get this baby ready." My twitchy fingers have now found their way around the brunette's waist, tilting perhaps a little too far south and my lips nestle in at the crook of her neck. "And I've been begging Dani to lemme show her off a bit." I take care to make it subtle but she certainly will feel a rather familiar bulge against her arse. <br><br>"We'll have a night on the town and you can bring the Boss over to my place whenever it's ready tomorrow. Whaddya say, lady? You wanna get inside that?" I say nodding at the cockpit while already knowing the answer.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-08-2019, 13:44:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYzFhYTAzZDItZjQ3YS00ZDEwLTg5MWUtMDBlZjZjNmZhMmUwL2ltYWdlXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNDIzNjk2ODU@._V1_SY380_SX380_AL_.jpg)</div>I had to bite my tongue not to comment anything on the remark, or compliment, that I was good with my hands. Like, really really hard. <br><br>These two had a certain style, an attitude that conflicted the fuck out of me. Their arogance and confidence was sickening and probably misplaced. They didn't seem like the types who had ever done anything honest or hard work in their lifes. They lived in this sick dreamworld where everything always came naturally and had somehow convinced themselves that they deserved it all. Having been to places like Mosul and Fallujah, I know better. Nobody deserves anything for free. Everything is material and has to be earned. So when they mentioned he won a Ford Torino at a game of poker, I just snorted in disgust.<br><br>Not only do I loathe poker, it's nothing to do with actual skill, just luck and bluff, again something I have never been able to rely on in warzones, anybody being arogant enough to put their Torino up at stakes, doesn't deserve it. <br><br>"What kind of dumb fuck puts his Torino up at stakes?"<br><br>I didn't care about insulting people. People nowadays get offended by everything. We're creating a generation where everybody has to be pampered and treated with silken gloves. People bullshit each other all the time, lying about who they are, about how lovely their friends' new haircut is and how we all have to be friendly and equal to safe the world. It's honestly fucking disgusting. at least these two didn't seem like that.<br><br>In hindsight, they probably could have just offered a drink and I'd have come over. No need to gimme all the bullshit details about the Torino. I had no intention of messing with a perfectly good car, given that it was, and certainly wouldn't do it boost this man's ego even more. His girlfriend was doing a grand job at that. <br>There was something about these two. They were different. I wasn't sure if they were different in a good or a bad way, but with all the hippies and fake people here in California, different was good. <br><br>I thought about his proposal a little bit. <br><br>Sparkplugs I had in store, a specialised airfilter I had to order but it could be here tomorrow. <br><br>"My name is Lizzy. Not lady."<br><br>If there is anything in this world that I am not, it's a lady.<br><br>"I'll drive her to your place tomorrow after closing time. Tell me where and I'll be there."<br><br>I knew it was a date, not just a return of his car. I also knew that I had to get back home using public transport or a taxi, something I really hated as it exposed me to people that usually got on my nerves. And if you don't know what happens when people get on my nerves, ask Bobby. Or Trevor, or Mia or Jay... Or just take my word for it. I do have some anger issues and violence is usually the answer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 18:32:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS3kZvvKasWLbaz7vR3dHwywACSmhM1ebAHKyxDs-Osu3MhWFk0)</div>Your hand slid around my waist, making me straighten and press my weight onto the heels of my hands that were propped on the Boss’ hood edge. Your words made me grin, even if the smile-beam was directed at the engine and not to the world in general. Because the secret touches were something we’d perfected over the past few months. Things no one else would notice except each other, and each one geared towards heightening the sexual tension with the other. <br><br>Because we’d found that when everything spilled over, that plane of ecstasy was unmatched. <br><br>While the blonde mechanic – Lizzy – thought the proposal over, I shifted in place and pulled up my purse. I never left his grip, but I did move within it. As if I was used to working within those confines on even the most menial of tasks. From the depths of that bag I produced three things. My cell phone, a company business card, and a pen. Clearly, I was ever prepared for whatever predicament he decided to get us in when we were together. <br><br>Clicking the black inked pen open I quickly jotted down the address to his home on the back of the card, along with my cell phone number. Rather than reach across the monstrosity of the engine, I took the time to squeeze between him and the car – dragging my ass across his groin in the process – and maneuver around the front of the car to hand her the card that had our production company business information on it. <br><br>Grinning to the blonde, I set the card down right next to her on the edge of the Boss’ hood. “That’s the address, and that’s my number, just in case you have any issues, or need anything else,” I said with a friendly wink. “Feel free to call anytime-“ Before I could finish the end of my sentence, my eyes caught the photos that were posted across the back of one wall on the shop. The one that had a door that clearly led into a different part of the building. “What are….”<br><br>Holding my phone close to my chest, I wandered in that direction. “I can call us an Uber but… look at these!! Babe, come here and look at this armour.” I was pointing at the photos now. Larger ones, professionally shot, some more candid, all framed. “These designs. Oh, this elf one…” My voice grew more excited the closer I got, the more details in the pieces that I saw in the photos. I swung my gaze back to her and then him, dark tresses shifting over my shoulder. “This is you, isn’t it, Lizzy?? Oh, these are fantastic!”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 08:58:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://editorial01.shutterstock.com/wm-preview-450/10314876b/2a56531c/marlon-teixeira-out-and-about-milan-fashion-week-mens-italy-shutterstock-editorial-10314876b.jpg)</div> <div style="text-align: justify;">Things were going, if not entirely smoothly then, like a ride down some fresh water rapid. A few extra turns with the odd spill or two, not unlike the night I tempted Dani into my life. <br><br>And I know subtlety dies a million gruesome deaths with my every breath. But I've worked for that luxury. I knew every pressure point in the city, from the cop that's been stretched too thin to the dealer who's always cutting corners. I monetised that skill - the Fontanas taught me that and they did such a good job that even they couldn't stop me when I decided to walk away from the mob. They had it good but it wasn't for me; didn't much care for all the guns aimed at my pretty face. <br><br>Becoming my own man remains to this day my biggest accomplishment, especially after growing up hearing that nobody ever gets out. It tickled me even more because not only did I extricate myself I still keep tabs on them and have like a million favours left to cash in. I've blown through a few over the past few weeks putting a neat little bow on a surprise for Dani but it was so totally worth it. The woman's a walking, talking wet dream and I'm not just saying that because she's helping me hook up with a hot mechanic. <br><br>"Wow, you're really good." I follow the pictures and each of them bear out a single unmistakable truth. Lizzy - however surly and no-nonsense she was in person - had a knack for being in front of the camera. It was like she became a different person. No, that's not quite right. She gifted physical form to something that had existed only in the imagination. And immediately those gears in my head started whirring away. <br><br>Lizzy clearly didn't know how rare she was, or how nearly every artist in the city would trip over themselves to win her approval. My new studio could use a talent like that. "They look so effortless, so classy..." I'm almost musing to myself now, walking the length of the wall half lost in my own world. "A little diamond in the rough."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-09-2019, 12:39:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.bellazon.com/main/uploads/monthly_08_2008/post-10489-1218750863.jpg)</div>It was a bit of a surpise, a pleasant one, but still a surprise when both of them reacted so enthusiastically about the pictures. True, it might be because the armour I was wearing was rather skimpy in most pics, but even Marlon changed from a perverted twat in a car he shouldn't own into a genuine lover of my pictures. <br>I told them that the workshop on the front allowed all kinds of people to design and create their cosplay outfits with the tools we had in the building and explained the story behind a few of the pictures I was in. They then suggested to have some photo's taken of me and her in matching outfits when I would bring the Boss back. <br><br>Weirdly, I heard myself agree with that, probably convinced by their enthusiasm for it. <br><br>After they had left, I ordered the parts for the car and when the day was done, went home in Bumblebee's grandad. Over an instant meal dinner I pondered Marlon and Dani and the weird couple they formed. Weird as in, unexpecting. He came in full of swagger and confidence but knew little about his car and she seemed to be his trophy wife. But they completely changed after seeing my cosplay pictures. <br><br>Friday was a quiet day in the garage. The workshop though would be quite full until deep in the night but I trusted my employees to run it after I was gone. Friday evening and the weekend were good business in the workshop. Teenagers playing Warhammer, Dungeons and Dragons or just chatting with friends and creating their own cosplay costumes. <br><br>I had finished all cars by early afternoon and rather than waiting for the hours to tick by, I took the Boss and took it home, albeit with a little detour. The hills over California were alive, with the sound of horsepower. It's a classic, a unicorn and driving it slightly too far through the hills gave me a huge rush but again I had to show the restrain I so often struggled with. <br><br>When I got home, I locked the car and the gate, went inside and took a shower. I put on a slightly too short long sleeve and an inappropriately too short jeans and some brown leather boots. If anything it would match the Boss. In the suitcase I had with me though I had an outfit for myself (https://images-cdn.9gag.com/photo/ay5q6oq_700b.jpg) which was rather skimpy and showing off, an outfit for Dani, which took a lot more work to make than my own (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/3c/b0/773cb03f0ff5dc7a7d7aa66a25d7b5f1.jpg) but I was absolutely dying to see her body in that and &nbsp;one for Marlon (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/ad/10/67ad10c99268139201ae999856cbf538.jpg).<br><br>The Boss roared back into life and I was on my way, hoping I hadn't been naive and fallen for a cheap trick to get me between the sheets. This was my hobby and my passion, if they'd take advantage of that, well.. I wouldn't take that too well. <br><br>His house was big and as I pulled up, he had the Torino on display, like he said. A good 1971 example by the looks of it. Orange with black and judging by the scoop on the hood, a supercharged. Hard to squeeze more power out of that. I honked, revved the Boss a little bit and waited for Marlon or Dani to come out to see his car breathing freely again. There even was the dust from the hills to proof it.<br><br>I was sure he wouldn't mind too much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 16:22:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ae/cb/2b/aecb2b7b7d48b51b509a0fa22e437135.jpg)</div>The sound of the car’s honk had barely cleared through the air and I was out the side door, padding barefoot along the paved pathway, waving excitedly with one hand to the blonde woman still behind the wheel of the Boss and carrying a red Solo cup filled with iced coffee in the other. It’s engine slowly rumbled to a stop, the sleeping beast now quiet when she cut it off. Clad in a white tank top, braless underneath, and an easy pair of jean cut-off shorts, I helped open the door so Lizzy could step out of the automobile. <br><br>“She sounds perfect! I’m so glad we found you.” I grinned, lifting my free hand to run it through my hair and push the straight strands out of my face. “Marlon is going to be over the moon. He’s still on a business call right now but will join us as soon as he’s done. However, I am way to excited to see what you brought for us to wear to wait out here for all that.” <br><br>The sun was bright and gleamed off the chrome and paint of the car as I led Lizzy back down the path I had came. I skipped the door I exited, however, and kept moving towards the other side of the mansion. “I hope you took the car for a drive before you brought it back. I know you’d enjoy how she flies when she’s working right.” I spoke over my shoulder, grinning back at the woman as we moved down the paved path. “I had the photographer set up in the pool house back here. The light is gorgeous in there all day, and it’s a big enough space we can move things around if we need to. There is a small bedroom and bathroom as well so we can change right there without needing to worry about privacy.”<br><br>The pathway opened up once we rounded the corner of the mansion and stepped fully into the back of the property. It meandered towards the pool area and the pool house wasn’t far off. I kept moving towards the building but slowed my steps so I could walk alongside Lizzy now. Our arms brushed up against each other as we stepped closer to the patio. The full wall of windows was open on the pool house, and the photographer – an older gentleman wearing black jeans and a mis-matched gray button-down shirt – could be seen fussing with his backlighting set up. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://images.dwell.com/photos-6425018707219456000/6425019522722512896-medium/modern-pool-house-exterior-designed-by-jbellessa-design-indoor-outdoor-living.jpg)</div>I wanted Lizzy at ease, comfortable, and to have fun. So still out of earshot of the other person, I lifted my drink, gesturing towards him. “Paul is a photographer who I have worked with before on several shoots. He has a great eye for detail, and practically disappears behind the lens. Typically, though, I’m getting naked in front of him for those shoots, so this will be something different and I’m excited to see how it turns out.” <br><br>With my free hand, I touched her forearm softly. “Can I get you something to drink? Are you hungry at all?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>02-10-2019, 12:19:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loalk244q91qljft7o1_400.jpg)</div>The house was huge. Like, palacial huge. When I pulled up on the drive, I saw the first dimensions but when Dani took me on a path that led around the house I got a better sense of how big the house was. The garden of the house was enormous as well and what they called the pool house, was probably bigger than my entire apartment. Somehow these two rather ordinary looking people had managed to live it large. Very very large. <br><br>The photographer was a bit of a surprise. I thought it would be a rather low key, private thing we were going to do and had I known this, I'd have brought some make up with me to finish the outfits. Dani's in particular required a bit of work and additional stuff. And then, to make me feel even more out of place in this setting, she casually dropped the bomb that she usually did naked shoots with this man. <br><br>What the fuck have I gotten myself into.<br><br>Funnily enough, the answer came from myself, quickly after the question. <br><br>Sex.<br><br>At least I got the goal straight. I was also thirsty and since I didn't have a ride home, if I even was going home tonight, I could have some alcohol. It was after all late afternoon.<br><br>"I'll have a beer if you have it? Also, I think we should get changed soon? Your outfit requires a bit of tinkering. Pun intended."<br><br>I wasn't sure if she got the pun but I sniggered at it, sounding way too dorky to have been in the army. And I just wanted to see her naked. Fuck I wanted to see her naked, a lot! Although, if I didn, I wasn't sure if we'd get into our outfits. At least not before midnight. I forced myself to get my mind out of the gutter and bit my lip, again, way too dorky to have been a badass soldier who helped liberate Iraq.<br><br>"Marlon's and mine are pretty straightforward. Do you have make up? If I had known you'd have hired a professional guy, I'd have taken my own stuff."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>04-10-2019, 20:27:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ae/cb/2b/aecb2b7b7d48b51b509a0fa22e437135.jpg)</div><br>Lizzy asked for a beer and like the good, but naughtily-intentioned hostess that I was, I’d been prepared for nearly every request and eventuality. Drinks, snacks, duct tape, condoms, extra clothes, even the discreetly hidden sex toy was available. I gestured towards the pool house as I grinned. “Fully stocked bar and fridge right inside.” My feet were moving once more, with her right alongside me. “We can use the little room in there to change and you can tinker on me all you like.” <br><br>It was impossible not to flirt with this woman. Her sweet little sniggering chuckle caught my ear and made the smile on my face grow even wider. I slipped my hand into her free one to pull her along with me as we walked around the edge of the in-ground pool and headed for the wide-open doors of the pool house. “I’ll probably need a little help actually getting into the outfit though if there’s tinkering involved…” <br><br>I gave her a playful wink before turning my smile back to the photographer and introducing him to Lizzy. He excused himself then to go retrieve a few more pieces of equipment from his car and the pretty mechanic and I were left to our own devices. I set my drink down on the countertop to the bar and squeezed her hand before letting it go to maneuver around and pull out a cold can of beer. Pouring it into a Solo cup just like my own, I nodding towards the walled off bedroom at the side. <br><br>“My makeup kit is in there, I haven’t gotten a chance to put anything on after taking a shower…. This morning.” <br><br>My speech slowed slightly – the reminder of what Marlon had done to me in that shower flashing through my head and making my thighs clench tight turning my words to mush in my head for a moment. <br><br>Recovery, however, was quick. Even if the mental tape of how Lizzy could’ve joined and helped played in the back of my head while I handed her the drink. “If there’s something we can’t find, we’ll improvise.” I said with a grin and a lift of my shoulder. “One of the reasons I brought a photographer in is to keep Marlon from behind the camera. If we let him direct, and not star, we’ll never hear the end of it,” I said, moving around the bar once more and over to the bedroom door, opening it wide. <br><br>I turned back to Lizzy. This was usually the moment that was a “now or never” type of deal. Fortunately, I’d had some experience with those. Working in porn gave you experience in many different things. “So. How naked do you want me, then?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>05-10-2019, 18:02:04</strong>
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				I tried. I fucking tried hard. God knows I did but when Dani asked me that question, I finally couldn't take it anymore. Fucking bitch. How naked do I want her? <br><br>"All the fucking way..."<br><br>I walked up to her, lifted her up as if she weighed nothing and threw her on the bed. Before she even landed, I had my top off and was frantically pulling at the button of my jeans. Back in my military days I might been able to control myself but those were way behind me. However much I wanted this though, I knew I had to restrain myself, even a little bit. The last thing I wanted was to rape the hell out of this poor woman and get a complaint or even legal charges pressed. I didn't need that in my life right now. <br><br>My breathing had quickly increased and my hands were shaking as they finally got the button of the jeans undone. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes and I pulled down my jeans, trying desperately to hold on to that sliver of self control that was left. Seeing her on the bed, her nipples clearly sticking out fueled the inferno that raged inside again. <br><br>I gasped, closed my eyes and said a little quiet prayer before crawling over on top of her, clawing at her top and shorts this time. It had been a while since I had sex and even longer since I had done anything with a woman. Her top didn't come off quick enough for the beast that was raging inside of me so I put both my hands on the neck of the top and ripped it apart in one strong pull. I discarded the now ruined fabric on the floor and my hands devoured her breasts.<br><br>"Fuck... fuck... Fuck me... Hard... Like the fucking tease you are..."<br><br>I slapped her in the face. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to get her alarmed maybe. <br><br><em>Fuck... Get a grip Elizabeth...</em><br><br>I was losing control fast and felt what little restraint I had slide away quickly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>06-10-2019, 22:04:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://res.cloudinary.com/next-management/image/upload/c_fill,f_auto,g_north,h_628,q_auto:best,w_471/v1/photos/jlohx4ksxel5p0xhhh62)</div> <div style="text-align: justify;">It was so much fun even watching Dani. Half the world has to settle for that, but I don't and still, there were days when I would be entirely content to fade into the background, a glass of scotch in my hand and a knowing smile on my face. <br><br>Her presence. Her movements. Her carefully chosen words. The batting of her eyes and the swaying of her hips. Everything was designed to captivate. But blessed as she was with real physical beauty, the kind that would sit well both on a throne in paradise or on a pole commanding the weekend rush, it was her mind that made her irresistible. <br><br>She could figure anyone out in the time it took to make a coffee and often took particular pleasure at not only finding their fault line but jumping up and down on it. Some, like me, could hold on for long enough to enjoy the full ride. Others, like Lizzy, snapped a little too early. <br><br>Perched in my bed, I follow the live feed from the backyard, the newcomer's strength adding to my excitement as she took Dani with nothing holding her back. I couldn't fault her for being so aggressive. There have been long days and glorious nights when that divine brunette had made me feel the same rancorous mix of emotions, teasing within an inch of sanity itself. But it was only ever by design. I live for sex that is long and drawn out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Mmmm, that's it..." I purred at the screen. "Talk dirty to her..." By now there was a torrid heat in Lizzy's eyes. She was already losing herself; lust that had barely had any time to build had consumed her entirely. Her touch grew rougher. It was a miracle none of the costumes got ripped. She was ready. <br><br>And so I made my way out of my room, wearing only a set of pajamas, a bottle in one hand and three glasses clinking along in the other. It was just as I was entering the pool house that I saw the little blonde thing raise her hand and bring it down on Dani's cheek, and playful as it was, few if any would've been prepared for that on a first date. <br><br>"Careful now," I say walking in with such calm, as though finding two women in one of my beds together was an everyday occurrence. "She likes giving them out and needs <em>a lot</em> of care before she's ready to receive them in return." I start pouring the scotch out and hand one over to Lizzy, my eyes demanding her attention, showing her in the space of a few seconds that I wasn't a rich brat who loves his toys too much. <br><br>"It's a 42-year old single malt, prepared in the Scottish Highlands and gifted to the President on his birthday. A friend of mine was at the White House a few months ago and nicked it for me." The stare still remained, a tractor beam from a war ship, potent and unrelenting. <br><br>"I want you to try it."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>07-10-2019, 15:12:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRlxzN8EpGDizmZBo4m304EHpEH1cFvsXJBRI2m9n8UN1WGcJs5oA)</div>My eyebrow quirked up and the edges of my lips turned just slightly more into that sultry smile as Lizzy indicated it wasn’t just down to the non-existent underthings she wanted me. No, it was all the way. My mouth opened as the blonde dropped her things and moved towards me in the open doorway to the bedroom. <br><br>“Well that is.. oh!!” <br><br>In the next moment she hadn’t stopped just in front of me like I’d expected – no. Her hands hooked themselves under my armpits and the blonde picked me up bodily to toss me on the plush bed that was the focal point of the small poolhouse bedroom. I landed haphazardly with a little laugh. “Okay, we can…” <br><br>Righting myself, dragging a hand through my hair to push it out of my flushed face, I barely had time to even pull up farther on the bed so my legs and feet weren’t hanging off of the edge before Lizzy – now topless and bottomless my hands discovered as they found her hips – crawled on top of me. <br><br>My lips tried diving for hers, but to no avail. “Lizzy…” I gasped out softly, brows furrowing now in confusion at the woman’s level of lust. My mind raced as she mauled at my body and then tore the thin tank top from neck to sternum, exposing my tits and grabbing them hungrily. I should’ve seen the signs of her unbridled lust earlier, but had clearly missed how on edge she was. <br><br>Her words of fucking, calling me a tease, came out harshly and my hands were pulled from her body as the tank top was discarded. I opened my mouth to try her name again – to regain some semblance of control – when her hand came down and found my face. <br><br>There was no pain with the strike, but there was an incredible amount of surprise that made my system freeze for a moment. My bright eyes blew wide, along with my mouth, which was <strong>just</strong> about to spew a slew of profanity at the situation and the woman on top of me when his presence in the room, and his voice, registered in my ears. <br><br><em>"Careful now…" </em><br><br>It was then I’d realized my hands had instinctively moved up my prone body in fists, raised just above my shoulders to block anything else from Lizzy coming my way. I didn’t know her enough not to expect more roughness. Something that my level of lust clearly did not appreciate if the stiffness in my muscles and the lack of tingles in my groin had anything to say about it. <br><br>Marlon, however, had won my trust far too long ago for me to continue on the defensive. As he spoke to the raging blonde, my body relaxed back on the bed beneath her. I had such faith in him that whatever the situation was now – no matter how it had started – Marlon would make it comfortable, make it right. And then make it enjoyable. <br><br>As he explained the drink’s origin, I settled in. Content not to move, lest I wreck his spell, I crossed my hands, and laced my fingers together, placing them over my exposed chest. I now probably looked like I was lazing in bed, waiting for him to turn the next round of soccer onto the television, rather than working on fucking a woman who’s lust burned sunfire hot. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-10-2019, 17:49:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.bellazon.com/main/uploads/monthly_04_2010/post-11622-0-1446023912-85223.jpg)</div>I wanted to tear off her shorts, gorge on those absolutely glorious orbs in my hand and push my fingers inside of her until she was a spent puddle of energy lying on the bed, begging me to stop. Or more. Make her never forget this day and long for it every time she had sex ever again. Make her regret teasing me like she had. Who did she think I was? Some cheap ho? I wanted to.. <br><br><br>It didn't matter. Marlon stepped in the room, calm and restrained. Could I have him? I was sure I could. Spoiled rotten little brat. Yank his hair, pull him to the ground. A few well aimed kicks and he was out, leaving me with Dani again. <br><br>However, somehow he disarmed me. His calm voice and the effect it had on Dani, who had been clearly in a defensive state, made the raging beast inside of me retreat back to where it came from, deep down inside of me. <br><br>I took the drink, hands still shaking and carefully climbed off Dani. <br><br>Breath.<br><br>My flat chest heaved up and down visible for a few times as I downed the contents of the glass in one sip. As I felt the alcohol burn it's way through my body I looked at Dani and then to Marlon.<br><br>"I'm sorry."<br><br>I stood up and found my top. Voices inside of me from back in my army days, mocking me again for not needing a bra. Dani and Marlon would have seen me close my eyes and fight that battle in my head again. To get those voices to stop and shut up. <br><br>"I just..."<br><br>I had no idea. The beast had left my system but the adrenaline boost it had released was still there and I had to get out of this room. Without saying anything else, I made my way out of the poolhouse, barefoot but mostly dressed. The photographer just managed to step aside as I disappeared into the house. Not knowing what I wanted or where I was going, I randomly opened doors and when I found the small gym room I knew it was what I had been looking for. <br><br>A punch bag. What a Godsent that was. Without closing a door or anything I walked up to it and gave it the best left and righ hook I had in me and which would have easily knocked a man down. As the adrenaline took over again, I began to hit the punching bag, harder and faster and if Dani and Marlon would see me, it was a giveaway of my past. Or maybe they would hear me, screaming and shouting at the bag. <br><br>Profanities, nobody in their sane mind would ever shout to a punching bag. <br><br>Miserable bastards. Ungrateful fucks. I will rip your heads off.<br><br>Mixed with primal screams. I really needed somebody to cool me down now or I'd be way too spent to have the glorious sex I came here for. Fuck those outfits, they were a distraction. An excuse. But right now, neither them or the sex was on my mind. <br><br>Unbridled fury reigned supreme. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>08-10-2019, 20:41:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.rbsdirect.com.br/imagesrc/24945006.jpg?w=700)</div> <div style="text-align: justify;">I felt like I was watching a very good movie at an impossible speed. Lizzy had gone from aloof to horny to vulnerable to deranged in the space of one evening. Roughly speaking. And while a saner man would choose to put that kind of trouble in his rear view mirror, I simply reach for the Macallan again and smiled at my beautiful partner in crime. <br><br>Dani had been with me long enough to know when I was captivated. I offer her the crook of my elbow and we make our way out of the pool house together. #PowerCouple #SeizeTheday <br><br>"Mmmm, she's..." I didn't have to finish my sentence. That wicked little smile spreading across my face was enough of a window into my thoughts.</div><br>I hear the sounds of a break down, or perhaps more accurately, the battle against one. "Follow my lead." My tone still retained that hypnotic, almost overwhelming sense of assurance, the kind that could just seep through human flesh and touch the immortal soul. I push Dani against the wall, practically inches from the gym door, and kiss her firmly, one hand snaking up to cup her breast, the other wandering down to knead her arse. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2014/01/22/620/4793436.gif)</div> <div style="text-align: justify;">"You need to get into a mood, darlin." And right on cue is the spank, the sound almost dovetailing perfectly with the rancor coming from the room just beyond us. I look into those blue eyes, seeing them fog up, savouring the proof that I could still make her fucking melt. "She clearly isn't some made-of-glass supermodel that needs kid gloves. She can take us. And I want us to take her."<br><br>And so we went in as one, unperturbed by the profanity that was starting to echo all around us. <br><br>"Lizzy," I whispered, reaching for her hand while it rested against the leather. The Macallan had already been set on a nearby table. "I know there's something inside of you." My lips hover over the blonde's ear as I stand facing her from one side and Dani mirrors me from the other. Slowly, I lift her fingers up to my lips. "Something that takes over when you lose control for even a second." <br><br>I flick my eyes over to Dani, capturing her, the connection between us as delicious as it is toxic. "Touch her, darlin. Show her that she belongs with us." I on the other hand keep my hands to myself, all of my attention focused on making sure Lizzy knew she was welcome here. <br><br>"You're hurting. You're angry. You feel powerless and you fucking hate it. But you keep it all inside you because that's how normal people are expected to be. But you're nothing like that. The way you punch, the way you move, it's entirely lethal. You were a soldier." Now I join Dani, guiding her hand to Lizzy's jeans. "Move your hips into us, love. And no, we're not teasing you. Trust me. We have all <em>fucking</em> night to give you every <em>fucking</em> thing you could possibly want and then some. But first I need you to understand that you don't have rush into everything. You don't have to worry about what you like being snatched away. And you <em>don't</em> have to keep going at it all alone. <br><br>"Stay with us. We want you here." I nudge Dani's fingers so that they would slide past the denim. <br><br>"<em>I</em> want you here."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-10-2019, 13:19:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.bellazon.com/main/uploads/monthly_08_2008/post-10489-1218750641.jpg)</div>The fact that these two people made the effort to come find me calmed me down. If they were angry or scared, they'd have called the police but they hadn't. By now I felt that despite it looking like sheer arogance, Marlon really was so sure of himself. It wasn't fake or made. It was confident of his own abilities. <br><br>He hit the nail on the head. I never talked to anybody about what happened and those emotions boiled over from time to time. Usually I could see them coming or feel them and I'd be at home or in the workshop, safely being able to retreat myself and let the beast rage inside until it was tired enough to go back to it's lair. This time though, I <em>hadn't</em> felt it coming. It snuck up on me, triggered by the beautifully sensual woman I was with.<br><br>I take deep breath and close my eyes as I feel Dani's fingers in my neck and Marlon's lips close to my ears. <br><br>Nobody I knew would be teasing a woman whom he'd just basically called a potential murderer. Especially not what that person had just nearly raped his girlfriend. The man was insane. Or, as established before, very sure of himself. I feel those heavenly fingers slide down my chest, my stomach and come to rest on my jeans. She is skilled with buttons, more than I was and much quicker than I did it myself, she has them open. My lack of ass causes them to fall to the floor. <br><br>Slowly my breathing slows down and I realise that in the few moments I've been losing it, I've become hot and sweaty and a bit tired. Instinctively I grind my hips against Dani's fingers and look at both of them.<br><br>"I want to be here."<br><br>I step away from the punch bag and look at Dani. Radiant, vibrant, in control. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug, kissing her neck and making sure that a, I feel her breasts against mine and b, I make her feel some of my body heat. <br><br>"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."<br><br>It's a soft whisper but it comes from the bottom of my heart. My shit is my shit. I should never, ever, take it out on others. Slowly I let go and resist the urge to kiss Dani on the lips. I turn to Marlon, hug him and kiss him on the cheek. <br><br>"Thank you. I.. I feel welcome here. It feels good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuck It: A Life Gone Wild</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KieraJade</strong> on <strong>17-10-2019, 19:51:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://lastfm-img2.akamaized.net/i/u/ar0/ebd15ddb490a42d5c2df5971a65fda25.jpg)</div>Lizzy was scrambling, shaking, crawling off the bed and downing the drink Marlon offered in the next motion. She apologized, and I pushed up from my position, kneeling on the bed now to try and reach out to him. Or her. Whichever I could grasp first as I opened my mouth to reply – <br><br>– She fled. <br><br>I turned my attention to Marlon who helped me off the bed and again, I trusted his lead. While the position we were in was unique, it wasn’t the first time another woman had entered the domain with him. It was different, but it was clear as I remained topless, took his arm and let him lead us on the chase for Lizzy, we were in it together. <br><br>It was also absolutely apparent I didn’t need to say anything. He was enamored and intrigued and wouldn’t shy away from the anger and rage the boiled over in the blonde woman. The need to heal and help began to boil up in me but before I could give in, Marlon’s hands practiced their dark magic on me again. Stirring life into the embers of lust and making my gaze burn into his as he whispered the naughty wishes in my ear. <br><br>I nodded as we entered and let that laser-focused calm and assuredness he had carry me through the next motions. I sometimes swore the man thought he was bulletproof. <br><br>But his words were the melody to our song as we slid around Lizzy, touching, trying to swirl the connection we already shared around her. Let it soothe and conquer, envelope and heal. My fingers danced lightly over her skin, sometimes on their own, brushing her hair back, sometimes guided by his, pushing down into the shorts that closely matched the only stitch of clothing I still had on. <br><br>Her chest expanded and contracted with a few cleansing breaths and it made me smile. Marlon’s harmony with danger was sometimes like a drug that worked into someone’s system and never let go. You knew he’d seen the edge, jumped, survived, and then thrived on it. He’d never let me close enough to that side of his life yet to know for sure, but I wasn’t oblivious to it either. Lizzy had that same type of brutality in her aura. I shifted to flicking open the buttons on her jeans and let them drop silently.<br>&nbsp;<br>The change was gradual, but organic as Lizzy’s eyes came back into focus and she found my gaze. I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her warmly and peppering small kisses on her shoulder as we let our body heat sink into one another. I shake my head at her apology, kissing her cheek softly in return before giving her over to Marlon, who receives the same warm touch.<br><br>“Come on,” I reply, taking my turn to sit in the driver’s seat. “We need a better venue for feeling good and I know just the place.”<br>&nbsp;<br>My left hand slid into Lizzy’s, lacing my fingers through hers and leading her from the gym, swiping the bottle on the way out and trusting that Marlon would follow my lead now without a backward glance. I led out procession through the bottom level of the mansion and up a small flight of stairs wordlessly, my bare feet silent as they stepped and my hips swaying invitingly in the shorts I still somehow wore. <br><br>One more corner was rounded before we came to the door of the master bedroom suite and I used my hip to bump it the rest of the way open with a grin back over my shoulder at my companions. The bed was set against the far wall, between walls of windows, and large enough to fit five people on it comfortably with its plush pillows and white coverings. I ignored it completely, however, and kept moving towards the far doorway, which opened up into the master bathroom suite. Teal tiles accented with silver, white, and glass surrounded us and I found a spot on the counter for the heavenly bottle of booze. <br><br>“How about we start feeling good with a warm shower? Marlon will never admit to this, but his fingers are magic when washing hair,” I told her with a grin. <br>
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