Too Hot to Handle (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>04-08-2021, 13:44:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2020-04/20/15/asset/96b509a740eb/sub-buzz-3308-1587395090-15.jpg?downsize=600:*&amp;output-format=auto&amp;output-quality=auto)</div><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hello, I'm Lana. Your personal digital assistant. Welcome to the retreat. You may be in paradise, but the party is over. The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper and more emotional connections. For the last 12 hours, I have been watching you and learning about your behavior. You have been selected as you are all having meaningless flings over genuine relationships. As part of your social development, I have allocated a prize of $100,00. However, I will deduct money from the prize fund if there are breaches to the rules. There is to be no kissing, no heavy petting, no sex and no self-gratification. </span></span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Welcome to your long, hard, sexless summer.</span></span></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://static3.srcdn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/too-hot-to-handle-season-2-villa.jpg)</div><br>As the summer starts, a handful of selected singles are invited to go to a once in a lifetime opportunity. Of course, they don't exactly know what they were signed up for. Friends and family sent in applications for them to be on a show, "Too Hot to Handle", but they think they are going to be on a tv show about hot singles! Now as they arrived one by one, they will learn exactly where they are and the rules of the game. Luckily, their first 12 hours will be blissfully unaware and no points will be deducted for rules they are not aware of. <br><br>Now, as the morning starts and the house is ready for guests, starting off with only two beds and forcing the people they are welcoming to couple up to sleep, music begins to play as the singles meet up by the beach part of the house. A small drinking area that is off the pool and facing the ocean, water and juice is provided for now but as the bar is only a few feet away. Any of them could easily go right over and make their own drinks whenever they pleased.<br><br><br>Header:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=350 padding=5][/img][/floatright]<br>Name: <br>Day: <br>Outfit: <br>Mood:<br>Music inspired:<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>04-08-2021, 14:24:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/04/b1/a6/04b1a6f3dc1b69e62e1c8e6e657e9e61.jpg)</div>Name: Samantha "Sam" Turnish<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Bikini in photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stupid boys</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/qC51mn8vSF8?t=10</div></div><hr><br>When Sam received the news that she was selected to join a tv show about hot singles, she had all but jumped for joy. The phone call was brief and they didn't give too much information so at first she thought it was a total scam. However, after she met with more then enough people and was presented with a very real ticket to ride first class to the penthouse, she realized it was very real. They gave her a list of things she could bring and what was strongly encouraged. Which she happily packed mostly bikini's or bathing suits with just a few real outfits. She was more than a little excited that they provided everything from food to make up so she didn't need to bring much else.<br><br>It took about 12 hours to go from home to the penthouse, she had put on one of her favorite bikini's as the staff for the 'show' worked tirelessly to make her camera ready. Luckily Sam was already quiet the beauty and they didn't need to put on too much make up or do her hair for too long as she came pretty much done before she arrived for the show. In a room, she was told to introduce herself and then to go to the bar and greeting area. Looking at the camera and the things they were asking her to talk about, she smiled brightly with a little confident twitch in her lip. "Hello! I'm Samantha but most people just call me Sam. I'm 23 years old and I'm a pretty big face in the all bodies are beautiful movement. I haven't had a real "relationship" in about 2 years but I think that's just because I'm soooo busy. After all, I have events that I plan and a whole community counting on me. Plus it is so easy now-a-days to just hook up. Especially at the events. I'm so excited to be here and I think my biggest flaw would be...my ego? I know a lot of people think that I probably shouldn't have one, but I really do." She winked at the camera and waved before leaving the room to go to the greeting area.<br><br>It would seem she was the first one there and she looked out at the ocean for a moment with a smile on her face. This was going to be a great summer, she thought even though Lana would soon throw quiet the wet blanket on her summer. For now though, she was just excited to see who else would be joining her. After all, she was expecting a least 3 others and since she was pansexual, everyone was fair game for her. Pouring herself a small glass of orange juice with just a splash of rum, she sipped it while her gaze bounced between the ocean and where she came from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-08-2021, 11:22:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UsVel29.jpg?1)</div>Name: Brittney Keller<br>Day: Day 1 |&nbsp; 9 a.m.<br>Outfit:&nbsp; Bikini in Photo<br>Mood:&nbsp; Excited<br>Music inspired:&nbsp; <br><hr>The flight from North Carolina to this Island Paradise hadn't been too taxing.&nbsp; Brittney had managed to sleep some.&nbsp; It had seemed like a good idea considering she fully believed she'd likely be partying most of the night and didn't expect to get much sleep the first night at the resort.&nbsp; She hadn't really questioned the whole "being selected for a TV show."&nbsp; She had a ton of followers on all of her social media accounts, and made a pretty penny as an Instagram model.&nbsp; Reality TV Star seemed like a natural progression.&nbsp; All she needed to do now was be her mischievous, charming, sexy self and the rest would just follow.&nbsp; Even if things didn't pan out like she hoped, this promised to be a hell of a summer.<br><br>After she met with the filming crew and got some limited instructions, she sat through makeup - not that they needed to do much.&nbsp; She felt a bit bad for the girl who was trying to style her hair and perform a bit of touch-up work.&nbsp; She was a bundle of giddy excitement, and fidgeted despite herself.<br><br>Then there was the interview room, and the que cards.&nbsp; <strong>"Ma name's Brittney,"</strong> she began in a thick southern United States accent.&nbsp; <strong>"and, Ah'm from North Carolina&nbsp; &nbsp;Wooo!&nbsp; Go Tarheels!"</strong>&nbsp; She added as she raised her right fist into the air.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah'll be graduatin' from UNC this comin' year.&nbsp; Ah'm on the UNC cheer team, and a Alpha Delta Pi sister."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled a bright white smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah'm not the relationship type.&nbsp; Ah don't really look for guys, they just seem to find me,"</strong> she began to answer the following question.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah'm just lookin' for fun&nbsp; No strings attached.&nbsp; Boys.&nbsp; Girls."</strong>&nbsp; She shrugged, <strong>"Ah'm an equal opportunity lover."</strong>&nbsp; She laughed with a slight blush.&nbsp; <strong>"Kissin' is definitely the best way to learn if there's chemistry.&nbsp; They ain't gettin' any farther if they kiss like a dead fish."</strong>&nbsp; She laughed again.<br><br>With the interview session over, she was allowed to make her way out to the bar area.&nbsp; The cool sea breeze kissed her skin and tussled her long blonde hair as she weaved through the lush green path.&nbsp; She waved at the brunette when she finally saw the only person who was already waiting.<br><br><strong>"Hi,"</strong> she called.&nbsp; Her thick accent heavy in the air.<br><br>As she came closer she opened her arms for a hug.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah'm Brittney,"</strong> she introduced herself with all the warmth the South was known for.<br><br>The brunette woman was definitely pretty.&nbsp; So far they hadn't mislead her when they'd said the cast was full of hot singles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>09-08-2021, 05:30:16</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/f0/e5/a8f0e5bb596f1b6988d010c415319e65.jpg)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: photo<br>Mood: Relaxed<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">PIMP</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDApZhXTpH8 </div></div><hr> Stephen was finishing up his internship with Nursing school, he was needless to say a rockstar, top of his class a few offers from some really good hospitals and clinics wanting for him to come. <br>Even decent signing bonuses.&nbsp; But he still felt out of place and he was apparently still trying to discover himself, which explained why he was still bartending with 2 degrees.&nbsp; Those paid the bills this provided the fun for his hedonistic lifestyle.&nbsp; He couldn’t very well break any hearts or become attached if he was free and simply enjoying.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He was riding down the road to a lavish-looking penthouse, he had signed up to be on this show a few months ago, it was a prank that a couple of his classmates talked him into.&nbsp; He never expected to get chosen yet here he was about to have the summer of his life with the chance to simply enjoy a summer of fun and debauchery.&nbsp; Those bartender skills should come in handy.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He looked at them as they brushed his face, the make-up person kept eyeing him.&nbsp; He put his hand on her hip, she popped it, he moved it only to put it back. <br>She popped it again. Smiling each time.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; He moved it to her waist this time, she let it rest there, she finished his make and then leaned in.&nbsp; “If this doesn’t work out, I just may give you my number." She teased, but walk off her hips switch a bit as she disappeared behind a wall.&nbsp; He nodded as he was now sitting in a chair.&nbsp; He was instructed to look at the camera.&nbsp; (5…4…3…2..)<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Yes, I am Stephen…”&nbsp; He frowned as the person mouthed <em>‘No last names’</em><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“So yeah 27 years old, I am definitely a BMW – Black Man Working – 2 and a half jobs I think, but still make time for fun. <br>I work like a Georgia mule and play like every day is my last!&nbsp; Last real relationship was in college.&nbsp; 9 months ago, lasted about 18 months. I work as a bartender currently and the tips are amazing.&nbsp; I am about that life now.”<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“What? Flaw?&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; I think I am jaded.&nbsp; Never trust a big butt and a smile!&nbsp; Everyone has an angle.”&nbsp; He said.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He was freed and he moved to go.&nbsp; He was steered toward the waiting area and he was stunned at the eye candy there.&nbsp; “MMM oh my!” <br>He moved to go get something to drink, he saw the thick one and keep this mouth closed from drooling.&nbsp; Then the blonde, he saw several body shots in his future.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Stephen it is my pleasure to meet you both.” He said moving behind the bar, with practiced ease as he made himself something with cranberry juice and orange juice.&nbsp; It was refreshing with a much-delayed kick.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>11-08-2021, 13:21:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.essence.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/images/2014/12/08/omari-hats-off-137508110-cropped.jpg)</div>Name: Jay Garrison<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What So Not - Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy1tOAiePnA&amp;list=RDMM&amp;index=18 </div></div><hr>Jay yawned slightly as he felt a click in his wrist as he raised his hand to his mouth. He’d just been in London not a few days earlier off the back of another victory in the MMA world. He was talented with potential on tap but he needed to get his name out there. His manager actually suggested doing some reality TV to get his name a bit more weight. He was known amongst the hardcore MMA community but to draw names and sell PPV’s, getting known by a different audience would definitely help. <br><br>So as he looked out the window as the car he was in pulled closer to the resort where this reality TV show would be filmed, Jay actually felt a little bit of nervous energy and excitement. This would be a different challenge, very different from the one he was used to. This wouldn’t be one on one in a cage with another man that wanted to knock him out. He’d now be in a villa with hot singles and being a single man himself it sounded like a great way to spend the summer.<br><br>Once the car had pulled up he was directed towards the make up team, with his suitcase being taken care off by some stage hand. The girl that was about to do his make up seemed to be in a good mood. He sat down and checked himself out in the mirror. His shape up was already on point as the make up girl went to start applying some light make up. <strong>“Appreciate the thought but I’m good.” </strong>The make up girl seemed a bit confused but Jay got up and went over to the next part, where he was instructed to sit down and look at the camera.<br><br><strong>“Names Jay,”</strong> he smiled at the camera before flexing his right bicep. <strong>“And these bad boys should be registered as lethal weapons.”</strong><br><br><strong>“I’m 24 years old and I’m an up and coming Mixed Martial Artist. I look good already but wait till you see some gold around my waist or over my shoulder. Then I’ll be shining!”</strong> Jay smiled, his pearly whites on show before he continued. <strong>“I’ve come up from nothing. Orphan that was shipped all over the place. But I made it work. My last relationship, depends what you count as a relationship. Was seeing this girl in London during my training camp. About three weeks.&nbsp; Don’t think I’ve been with anyone for longer than 4-5 months. What can I say, I’m a busy guy.”</strong> Jay held his arms out with a shrug.<br><br><strong>“What am I looking for? You know what I’m not even sure. Maybe there’s a girl that can keep me on a leash out there somewhere. But I just want to have fun, party and make the most of this summer.”</strong><br><br>With the tape done, he went down to the waiting area and saw three people already there. <strong>“What’s up people,”</strong> he said with a welcoming tone to his voice. He looked over the group. There was another guy with a decent build, looked like the smooth playa type but that was to be expected. There was a slim blonde, Instagram looking model type. He wondered if she’d ever been a ring girl cause she had the body for it. And then there was a brunette. She was a stunner too. Kind of hips he wanted to put his strong arms around.<br><br><strong>“The name’s Jay,”</strong> he said going in for a hug with the two girls before offering the male a fist bump. <strong>“So what we meant to be doing now? Just chilling?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>11-08-2021, 14:55:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/04/b1/a6/04b1a6f3dc1b69e62e1c8e6e657e9e61.jpg)</div>Name: Samantha "Sam" Turnish<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Bikini in photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stupid boys</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/qC51mn8vSF8?t=10</div></div><hr><br>Sam had no accent, well not as noticeable as the people joining her anyway. Taking another sip of her drink, she was excited when another person finally joined her. A quiet stunning blonde with a thick southern accent. A small shiver went through her as just the accent alone was quiet the turn on. Since she was a big part of all bodies are beautiful, that meant skinny bodies too. Only caring about health rather than weight. "Hi!" She called out cheerfully as the woman came over and joined her, "I'm Samantha but I prefer Sam."<br><br>Giving the woman a hug, her soft body pressed against her before she pulled back. "You look amazing!" She smiled cheerfully at her.<br><br>Just as the two girls introduced herself, another person joined them. This time a tale darker man and she couldn't help but smirk slightly. They really did mean hot singles indeed! So far she was very pleased with the group forming up. Though, she knew that there was always a chance for more singles to join. There was a part in all of their agreements they signed saying they could add more to the show later. Even a day later. Giving a cheeky grin, she waved at him as he went over to the bar to make himself a drink. "Sam, nice to meet you Stephan," she let Brittney introduce herself simply because it showed respect in her eyes.<br><br>After just a few more moments, another male joined them. Damn, did they read her bio on what exactly what her type was? She was like a kid in a candy store and all the candy was delicious and she had all summer to sample each flavor over and over again. As the other man joined them, she happily hugged him back while also hugging him just a little longer, only a second or two but she was enjoying his muscles pressed against her soft frame. "Hello Jaw, I'm Sam." She offered a flirty smile to everyone as she was already seeing who she could move on first, never once did her mind try to think of her only going after just one. Wasn't her nature after all, why have one when she could easily sample them all.<br><br>A random guy from the show came out next and they all could tell that he was staff and not an added person to their party based on all the things he was wearing, including a lanyard that said STAFF at the end of it. "Hello all! Welcome to the hottest summer ever! For now, we just want you all to relax. Now remember, we can add more people later on, even tonight. For now though, the pantry and fridge is full, the bar is full, the pool is ready to go too! Just remember, that tonight you will be sharing a bed with someone. So find your night time buddy and have fun!" With that the show was off and Sam was basically bouncing with excitement.<br><br>"Who wants to do shots?!" She happily half shouted as alcohol always relaxed the nerves and made everyone relax quiet quickly, "let's worry about bunk mates after we get to know each other a bit better, yeah? After all, I'm sure we are all very excited to get to know each other!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>11-08-2021, 19:23:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/f0/e5/a8f0e5bb596f1b6988d010c415319e65.jpg)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: photo<br>Mood: Relaxed<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">PIMP</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDApZhXTpH8 </div></div><hr>&nbsp; “Chill city playa.&nbsp; Your guess is as good as mine.&nbsp; Stephen by the way.”&nbsp; He looked at the woman called <em>‘Sam’ </em>and the new guy…<em>’ Jay?’</em> for a bit longer, the stroke of her hand was noticeable to him, cause he was paid to notice.&nbsp; He smirked as she seemed to have her eyes on him. <em> ‘Lucky troll, but it is what it is.’</em>&nbsp; He thought but didn’t say anything.&nbsp; He was about to say something else when the staff man came out and explained things for the evening. <em> ‘At least there was an agenda.’ </em> He could handle that, find a bedmate for the night.&nbsp; He had an idea but seems two might have paired off, already.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He finished his drink as the man disappeared, leaving his instructions. “Anyone else wants anything while I am here?” &nbsp;He asked. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>11-08-2021, 21:11:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.essence.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/images/2014/12/08/omari-hats-off-137508110-cropped.jpg)</div>Name: Jay Garrison<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What So Not - Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy1tOAiePnA&amp;list=RDMM&amp;index=18 </div></div><hr>Jay couldn’t deny Sam felt good in his arms and he wasn’t sure but it felt like she held onto the hug just a little bit longer than was usual, not that Jay had any reason to complain. As he pulled away he licked his teeth just subtle with his mouth open as he looked Sam’s body up and down with a quick glance.<br><br>He was probably going to say something but before he could out came a staff member. Even before Jay took in the guy’s clothes he knew he wasn’t a contestant from the talent he had seen as contestants already. The man went over the nights plan and the fact that they had to find a night time buddy. Fortunately there was a good mix so that shouldn’t complicate things too much. <br><br><strong>“I’m always down for some shots,”</strong> Jay replied to Sam as he offered her his hand to take her over to the bar where the other guy was already. <strong>“Sorry man, didn’t catch your name. You look like you’ve already taken up the resident bartender,”</strong> he said in response to Stephan offering them drinks while he was there. <strong>“You any good at classic margherita’s, hate the pre mix stuff but you look like you know what your doing!”</strong> He gave the guy a compliment, not feeling it necessary or wanting to build up any sort of toxic environment. If any other contestants where introduced he and this guy were the OG’s. <strong>“What’s your favourite drink Sam,”</strong> he asked her to get her to order her favoured cocktails as well as the shots she had suggested.<br><br><br><strong> </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>12-08-2021, 23:51:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UsVel29.jpg?1)</div>Name: Brittney Keller<br>Day: Day 1 |&nbsp; 9 a.m.<br>Outfit:&nbsp; Bikini in Photo<br>Mood:&nbsp; Excited<br>Music inspired:&nbsp; <br><hr>It was a friendly and warm hug with Sam before she stepped back and took in the view, both of the woman near her, the beach, and the ocean.&nbsp; <strong>This place is amazin,'</strong> she confided to her new girl pal.<br><br>Movement from the way she'd just arrived caught her eye and she rose onto her toes to get a better glimpse of what was coming their way.&nbsp; She raked her teeth over her lower lip when she saw the gorgeous man get close.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh my,"</strong> she muttered to Sam with a bright white toothy grin on her face.<br><br>She was a bit disappointed that Stephen went to the bar instead of coming closer to her and Sam.&nbsp; Perhaps he was a bit of the shy type.&nbsp; Though, with that bod Brittney couldn't understand why.&nbsp; <strong>"Howdy,"</strong> she said with a wave back to him, her drawl carried on the light breeze.<br><br>It wasn't long before another man appeared.&nbsp; This one with a bit more tats and an equal amount of muscles.&nbsp; She bit her lower lip once more as sinfully delightful ideas crept through her mind.&nbsp; She gave Jay a warm hug when he approached.&nbsp; <strong>"Brittney,"</strong> she offered as her body pressed into his.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a feeling she could quickly get used to, with any luck.&nbsp; The blonde stepped back so Sam could have her turn, and when it was obvious that Sam enjoyed the embrace a bit more than she had, Britt's mouth opened in a surprised look before she quickly closed it and covered her surprise with a wide smile and the fingertips of her left hand.<br><br>She respectfully paid the barest amount of attention to the staff person.&nbsp; She'd been hoping to share a bed with someone, regardless.&nbsp; Was a bit odd that they were required to do so, but whatever.&nbsp; She also thought it was a bit unusual for there to be only four cast members, but maybe someone got delayed or the producers are playing their own type of game.&nbsp; <br><br>Without another thought, she followed the two who seemed to have formed an instant attraction to the bar.&nbsp; She would've happily taken Jay's other arm, but it hadn't been offered.&nbsp; She sat at a stool on the other side of Jay and finally offered her hand to Stephen with her brightest smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Brittney,"</strong> she offered now that they weren't yelling at each other.&nbsp; <strong>"And ah'm definitely <em>thursty</em>."</strong>&nbsp; Hazel colored eyes tried to look into Stephen's.&nbsp; Looks-wise, he was her type, but so was Jay.&nbsp; If Stephen didn't warm up, maybe Sam wouldn't mind sharing, she thought.&nbsp; <strong>"What's your specialty?"</strong> she asked when he asked about a drink.&nbsp; Then she peered around Jay at Sam with a wide grin.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm down for shots!"</strong>&nbsp; She then glanced at the villa.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah'd also like ta get a gander inside."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>13-08-2021, 10:19:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/f0/e5/a8f0e5bb596f1b6988d010c415319e65.jpg)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: photo<br>Mood: Relaxed<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hillbilly Martini&nbsp; ;) </div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74UWc5EJJQI </div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;Stephen couldn’t help but smirk a bit as Jay seemed to garner all the attention.&nbsp; It wasn’t like him to take the spotlight he was a bit more observant and he wasn’t the interrupt type.&nbsp; But sometimes it was like that.&nbsp; “Stephen, the name.&nbsp; I might be able to do a little somethin’ somethin’ back here.&nbsp; Really you want a regular margarita?&nbsp; Playa I am Michelangelo but whatever the customer wants.” <br><br>He realized he had let it slip but he was at home back here, he didn’t me to let out that this was home.&nbsp; He probably should have been open to hugging the two women first.&nbsp; They seemed to be having a good time…more of a good time once Jay showed up it seems. <br><br>Maybe next he will be more friendly and less…serving since it seems the two women were far more into the feels than the drinks.&nbsp; Not that any of them were lacking as far as his attention went.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He waited for Sam’s request now.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could see Brittney looking at him, he did his best not to lick his lips, but that was such an utter fail as he felt his tongue against his teeth a little too late.&nbsp; She probably saw him imagine her as candy already.&nbsp; Maybe he was a bit shy, which honestly didn’t help him at all as far as the two ladies went as they both seemed to end up on either side of Jay.&nbsp; He did wink at Brittney ponder how he could pull those strings by nightfall.&nbsp; He watched Brittney want to get on the Jay express with her eyes as well.&nbsp; He chuckled as neither of them missed the lingering hug from Sam to Jay.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Well hello Brittney, welcome to the bar in the middle of this Oasis.&nbsp; How may <em><strong>‘I’ </strong></em>serve you?” &nbsp;He asked letting her take that however she wished whether it was a drink or anything else. <br><br>He wasn't the only one that could turn a phrase into something else.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Thirsty? I certainly can satisfy a few palates.&nbsp; What flavor tickles your fancy, what are you in the mood for?” &nbsp;He asked a subtle growl behind his request, it was soft but it was there.&nbsp; “I would like a few shots myself," as he looked her over. &nbsp;“Maybe a few with no glass?” &nbsp;He teased.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Maybe after I make the drinks you and I can explore the villa?” &nbsp;He said easily enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>13-08-2021, 12:46:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/04/b1/a6/04b1a6f3dc1b69e62e1c8e6e657e9e61.jpg)</div>Name: Samantha "Sam" Turnish<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Bikini in photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stupid boys</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/qC51mn8vSF8?t=10</div></div><hr><br>The show had really only just started and Sam was already excited to party and trying to figure out how to steal a kiss from every single player, male or female. Licking her lips teasingly as she eyed everyone. That was why she was here after all, she had no shame in lustfully looking at everyone. Though, Jay stole her attention as he offered her his hand. Which she gladly took and followed him to the bar and smiled cheekily at Stephan. "A margarita, huh?" She was only lightly teasing him as the drink was actually a good choice but her more bratty nature couldn't help but spike slightly.<br><br>"Hmm," she thought teasingly, even bringing her hand up and tapping her lip lightly.<br><br>"Anything with fruit and rum, then again, I love rum in anything. Also, a blow job sounds great," she winked at the boys and smiled brightly when Brittney joined them.<br><br>Watching them talk for a moment, she looked back at Jay to only give them some mild privacy. Though the sound of a tour did sound like a lot of fun, though alone time was dangerous with Sam. Since she had no shame, she moved pretty quickly, especially if they let her. Something told her that Jaw would let her. Or rather, everyone here would let her. A theory she would probably test out before the summer was over. "A tour does sound fun," she voiced to Jay and cocked an eyebrow, "wanna explore later?" Though the way she said was easily a double-entendre. <br><br>Hearing the two lightly flirt, she couldn't help but smirk at his comment about shots with glasses. Finally, she had to speak up. "Body shots? Say less," she giggled softly and looked at Brittney as she already knew she was too big for a proper body shot, "if you're okay with it...unless..." her gaze flicked between the men with a sexy smirk, "the boys want a few mouths on their bodies?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>13-08-2021, 22:25:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.essence.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/images/2014/12/08/omari-hats-off-137508110-cropped.jpg)</div>Name: Jay Garrison<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What So Not - Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy1tOAiePnA&amp;list=RDMM&amp;index=18 </div></div><hr>As Jay was at the bar his mind considered the two hugs with the two ladies. Was it greedy to want both of them? Was it greedy to imagine having Sam whilst Stephan was with Brittney, and then swapping? Both were a hot with an A and a W in the middle instead of the O. The thought wasn’t enough though for him to not pick up on the signs. The subtle and sometimes not so subtle flirty nature of both girls and Stephan. This might be the best summer of his life.<br><br>Jay was slightly aware that he might have been slightly dismissive of Britney which wasn’t his intention. <strong>“That accent is hawt!,”</strong> he said with a smile in Brittney’s direction as he locked eyes with her and with a cheeky grin tried his best southern accent. <strong>“Ah’m thursty ta.”</strong> Jay laughed at his attempt which had a jovial and friendly tone before turning back to speak to Stephan.<br><br><strong>“If you’re as good as you say you are, you’ll work magic with a classic………speaking of classics,”</strong> he said gesturing to Stephan at the two girls. <strong>“We hit the jackpot brother!”</strong> Stephan sounded confident and with their only being four of them, Jay was setting Stephan up to compliment the girls. Jay knew how to be a wingman.<br><br><strong>“As for you,”</strong> he turned back to Sam, an eyebrow raised as he responded to her teasing. <strong>“A blow job definitely sounds better than a margarita.”</strong> Jay put his hand on Sam’s thigh, running his fingertips down it towards her knee as she asked him if he wanted to explore. <strong>“I wanna explore now, but sometimes waiting for something makes it that much better.”</strong><br><br>Jay looked behind the bar as body shots were suggested. He was looking for tequila, cause he wouldn’t mind licking salt and taking a lime from Sam or Brittney’s mouths. Hell, he’d let them spit the shot in his mouth if they wanted. Or let it pour down their back……..Jay shook his head to stop himself from day dreaming. <strong>“Oh I’m sure we can all get involved with mouth on body action in some form or another.&nbsp; I suppose we can involve alcohol…….for now.” He said to the whole group in general. <strong>“We got any tequila back there Stephan?”</strong> he asked.<br><br><strong> </strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>14-08-2021, 04:49:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/f0/e5/a8f0e5bb596f1b6988d010c415319e65.jpg)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: photo<br>Mood: Relaxed<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hillbilly Martini&nbsp; ;) </div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74UWc5EJJQI </div></div><hr><br>&nbsp;<br>“Margarita?&nbsp; That was his request.” &nbsp;He gestured towards Jay.&nbsp; “I am a fan of a sloe comfortable screw myself.” &nbsp;He said with a wink, “But a blowjob sounds good too.&nbsp; We can save those for body shots though.”&nbsp; He wiggled his eyebrows, as a light smile played over his face.&nbsp; He could only smile as she turned to Jay, he didn’t mind Brittany was more than attention-getting for sure.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“I don’t mind mouths on me at all.&nbsp; But I would rather my body shots off of you two.”&nbsp; He licked his lips, not trying to be seductive but it did show a bit of his lengthy tongue.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Stephan wasn’t sure he liked his twin here, as he could see the wheels turning with both women and more than like likely his compatriot was thinking about having both of them, pretty much as he was if truth be told.&nbsp; Just a nice swingers foursome before another showed up and had an odd-man-out situation? <br>Unless it was a woman then things would get very interesting indeed.&nbsp; Just seemed like they were too much alike almost. Maybe they would be rooting for each other.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He found himself chuckling at the faux accent.&nbsp; “At least Ya’ll tried dere, you might wanna come down ta Nawlins wit me once dis es ova non.&nbsp; We gather some beads on da French quarter fa’sho yeah?” <br>He said with a light French/Cajun dialect.&nbsp; “It is fine, easy to pick up when you are forced to spend summers with your grandma on da Bayou.”&nbsp; He nodded.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“I gotcha bro.&nbsp; A nice classic Margarita.”&nbsp; He quickly made it frozen cause it was hot…or that ladies were hot….or both.&nbsp; He made it cold enough so the straw stood up on its own.&nbsp; Then he looked at Jay and didn’t say too much as he made Sam a Pineapple Breeze and a blowjob shot.&nbsp; “I don’t know bro…but we will see.” &nbsp;He winked as he responded to the ‘jackpot’ statement.&nbsp; He never counted chickens yet, he was always focused on the end.&nbsp; He was sure Jay had Sam’s attention though, but by the looks of things, Sam wanted everyone’s attention, even Brittney’s.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Actually there are a couple of nice bottles of tequila and a few bottles of just alcohol.&nbsp; You gorgeous?&nbsp; What would you like?&nbsp; To drink also.” &nbsp;He said with a wink, Jay was working his magic upon Sam for sure and he smirked indeed.&nbsp; He was rather interested in him but seems like she wanted more threesome than couple.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>14-08-2021, 10:57:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UsVel29.jpg?1)</div>Name: Brittney Keller<br>Day: Day 1 |&nbsp; 9 a.m.<br>Outfit:&nbsp; Bikini in Photo<br>Mood:&nbsp; Excited<br>Music inspired:&nbsp; <br><hr>How may I serve you?&nbsp; <em>Was he a sub?</em>&nbsp; It was her first thought.&nbsp; Maybe because he went to the bar instead of over to where she and Sam had stood.&nbsp; Or perhaps it was because he seemed more interested in talking to Jay then striking up a conversation.&nbsp; Maybe she just wasn't his type?&nbsp; <br><br>That last thought was quickly brushed away when he smiled and turned a phrase.&nbsp; She flashed her own pearly whites back.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah dunno.&nbsp; Somethin' strong.&nbsp; A lil' sweet.&nbsp; Ah want somethin' that'll make me feel warm and tingly all over,"</strong> she responded to Stephen's question.<br><br>A smirk which turned into a grin was given to Jay when he mimicked her accent.&nbsp; <strong>"Y'all makin' fun o' me?"</strong>&nbsp; She teased back.<br><br>Her brow quirked when Stephen seamlessly slipped into his N'awlin's drawl.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah've always wanted to go to Mardi Gras.&nbsp; Maybe this'll be the year?"</strong><br><br>Brittney's jaw dropped again when Sam spoke about blow jobs.&nbsp; It took her a moment&nbsp; to realize the brunette was talking about the drink. <strong>"Think ah'd prefer "Sex on the Beach","</strong> she glanced at Stephen from the corner of her eye.&nbsp; <em>Damn, Sam moves fast,</em> she thought.&nbsp; Though, making a BBC her own personal lollipop had it's appeal.&nbsp; Stephen's mention of a slow comfortable screw had its merits too.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah wouldn't mind one o' those, either.&nbsp; Dealer's choice?"</strong><br><br>When Stephan brought up body shots,&nbsp; a mischievous grin instantly formed upon Brittney's lips.&nbsp; Her eyes traveled along his well toned abs and she couldn't help but suck her bottom lip between her teeth.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah'm game if you are,"</strong> she said as her hazel eyes met his.&nbsp; <br><br>Wow, things were moving fast.&nbsp; Were they currently being filmed?&nbsp; O.M.G. there was no way this footage was going to find it's way onto the cutting room floor.&nbsp; Hopefully the producers show a bit of taste.&nbsp; It was going to be prime time television, wasn't it?&nbsp; She had those thoughts, momentarily, but the seductive yearning to experience Jay's and Stephen's lips and mouth on her body was too much to resist.&nbsp; Besides, she loved the attention, and she would be getting plenty of it once the liquor was poured.<br><br>She almost missed Stephen's omission of "hitting the jackpot".&nbsp; Was the guy just playing disinterested, or was he really that distant?&nbsp; Gawd, he was easy on the eyes, and that smile of his made her knees weak, but his aloofness felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice on her.<br><br>Jay, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what buttons to push.&nbsp; His mention of everyone getting involved made her even hornier.&nbsp; She pictured herself kissing Sam while three pairs of hands caressed her skin.&nbsp; Maybe they could pull two beds together and have a big ol' orgy.&nbsp; No one said she had to limit herself to one sleeping partner.<br><br>Brittney wasn't sure who Stephen was calling "gorgeous".&nbsp; His wink made her think he'd been talking to her, but she'd want a bit more attention and affection than a meager term of endearment.&nbsp; She knew too many guys simply tossed those out when they couldn't remember her name.<br><br><strong>"Why don't you try'n figure it out, dahlin'?"</strong> she said coyly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>16-08-2021, 11:59:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/04/b1/a6/04b1a6f3dc1b69e62e1c8e6e657e9e61.jpg)</div>Name: Samantha "Sam" Turnish<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Bikini in photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stupid boys</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/qC51mn8vSF8?t=10</div></div><hr><br>Sam was easily having the most fun out of the group, looking at all her candy options and already wondering what each flavor tasted like. Jay easily drew her attention back by his hand going to her thigh as feeling his finger tips travel. Her eyes flickered to him and she licked her lips. "Waiting can also be down right mean," she teased back before moving closer and boldly running a finger along his jaw line, "I could just lick that jaw line." She had barely said it loud enough for him to hear, her eyes twinkling with both amusement and arousal before pulling back as he looked behind the bar.<br><br>"I like your idea, just tell me how you want your shot. I'm sure I won't say no," looking around; she clearly extended the offer to all of them.<br><br>Pausing her fun, mainly for herself than anyone else because she needed to cool off at least a little or she knew she would push to excel her fun very quickly, she moved to the bar and put her hands behind her back. There was only one way to shoot a proper blowjob and as she bent over, she winked at both Brittney and Stephan while giving Jay a very nice look from behind as she bent over and wrapped her mouth over the glass before tilting back and swallowing the shot and then putting the glass back on the table. "Thank you for that," she smiled before sipping her mixed drink and hummed, "delicious!"<br><br>Sam enjoyed flirting, enjoyed teasing and softly pushing to see what others would do. Plus, she loved to party, which went very well with her job. More than anything, she enjoyed being herself and seeing how people handled it. Listening to the other two, she offered a smile as she asked them if they were making fun of her. "Don't think they mean too much by it babe, maybe they think it sounds hot and if they do it too it makes them hotter. Which they aren't wrong," she teased lightly with a smile. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>17-08-2021, 10:49:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yLIw6YT.jpg)</div>Name: Jay Garrison<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What So Not - Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy1tOAiePnA&amp;list=RDMM&amp;index=18 </div></div><hr>Jay gave Sam a look up and down, tongue pressed against his white teeth as he envisioned Sam’s tongue against his jawline instead of her finger, and then it tracing to various other places on his body, including a particular area when she went to the bar and put her hands behind her back and did her shot no hands. Truth be told for that moment Jay’s mind went into overdrive with the view he had as well. He let out a loud exhale, not trying in anyway to be discrete about how much he liked the view. <br><br>Taking a sip of his Margherita to help himself cool down a bit, he nodded his head with satisfaction. It was a good margherita. You could tell a lot about how good someone was at making a cocktail if you asked them to make a classic. He’d been at a lot of bars and as soon as you stripped the cocktail down to its classic a lot of bartenders struggled as they couldn’t hid behind their over the top flavours. <strong>“You know what your doing Stephan, this is good!”</strong> He said complimenting him on his skills.<br><br>Jay turned his attention to Brittney, leaning back a bit, showing off his body even though he was still a lot more clothed than the rest of them, something he’d remedy in a second. <strong>“If I make fun of you, will you make me pay for it?”</strong> He said with a cheeky grin. <strong>“Truth be told I’d love an accent. I’ve lived all over the place which means mine is pretty basic, which is something you girls clearly are not. It’s like the producers went into my brain and figured out my fantasy. A villa, hot weather, and hot women.”</strong><br><br>And with that being said Jay took off his hat and then stripped off his shirt first and then his tee, pulling it over his head and revealing his own sick pack abs, muscular chest and broad shoulders. <strong>“Wish I’d got the memo about being more beach dressed. Probably was sent to me but I missed the memo. If we go into the pool I’ll have to jump in with just my boxers or go get changed,”</strong> he said as he ran his hand over his head, showing off his biceps. <strong>“You girls wouldn’t mind would ya?”</strong><br><br>Jay walked up behind Sam, putting his hands on her hips, standing behind her as Jay motioned to the whole group towards some of the sun loungers. <strong>“Should we take this part to the sun loungers, bring over the alcohol, some shot glasses and some lime and salt. I say we let ladies go first and they can take some shots off of us however they want.”</strong><br><strong> </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>17-08-2021, 14:32:50</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a8/f0/e5/a8f0e5bb596f1b6988d010c415319e65.jpg)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: photo<br>Mood: Relaxed<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hillbilly Martini&nbsp; ;) </div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74UWc5EJJQI </div></div><hr><br>Stephen looked at her.&nbsp; “You mean besides my tongue on you?&nbsp; Fair enough.”&nbsp; He said boldly the bikini doing her no justice.&nbsp; <em>‘Maybe it would just look better off!’ </em> He thought.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“I would never make fun of you, make fun out of you…every chance I get!” &nbsp;He winked as he worked on her drink and delivered a nice refreshing <em>‘Sex on the beach.’ </em><br><br>It took him a bit longer to make cause he made it froze, glad for the blender.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Maybe we can go together, I can show you all of the sights and wonders of home…if you are interested.&nbsp; I would never <em><strong>‘Force’</strong></em> you into fun.”&nbsp; A smirk touched his dimpled cheeks.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;“There you go sex on the beach…unless you would like the slow comfortable screw…now?” &nbsp; He found he wanted the blonde to know his interest rather than possibly guessing.&nbsp; If she chose the threesome over him, that was clearly her decision, but it wouldn’t be, because she thought he wasn’t interested, when he was...very much.<br><br>Being behind the bar, cured his initial nervousness as he didn’t know what to expect at first, but once everyone ordered a drink he made himself that sloe comfortable screw, it was frozen as well, with enough to share if she wanted the drink, over the man offering the other as well. Then with a nice pitcher of margaritas, he put the ingredients out and some well-made tequila and a couple of shot glasses as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Stephen watched her drink him in, the sucking of her bottom lips was extra sexy.&nbsp; It made him very much miss his hug.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I don’t know if I am game so much but I am VERY willing to play.”&nbsp; He teased. &nbsp;“Oh, by the way, I never did get my hug…Can I have it now?”&nbsp; He asked but there was a deep beastal tone to his voice that made it sound almost like a growl of <em>'Come here!'</em>&nbsp; He extended his hand to her to bring around the bar to him as if he was bringing the beauty into the world of the beast.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Maybe I prefer if you were in my lap and whispered it in my ear?”&nbsp; His tongue slowly parted his lips as he waited for her decision.&nbsp; That point that would determine her interest further as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He watched as Sam leaned into Jay and say something he couldn’t hear.&nbsp; Seems the brunette definitely had her eye on the Jay-man.&nbsp; He was less apt to want to get in the way of that.&nbsp; Then she offered her body for shots and he smirked as a few ideas came to mind.&nbsp; “I am sure we can come up with something.” &nbsp;He was open to flirting even if her, preferences and stakes were made.&nbsp; She was nice on the eyes, but clearly, he was the second rung in her ladder.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Anytime.” &nbsp;He chuckled at the show and watching Jay admiring the view from behind with his own view given from the front.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yes indeed.” &nbsp;He nodded as she said <em>‘delicious.’</em>&nbsp; He agreed!<br><br>When he heard Jay’s compliment he could only smirk.&nbsp; “Thanks, man, I wasted away a few weeks in Margaritaville, never did find that shaker of salt!” &nbsp;He wiggled his eyebrows as he referred to the song.&nbsp; He appreciates someone recognizing his skills, he still hoped he didn’t reveal too much but he was sure that he had.&nbsp; He didn’t let it phase him though someone else could get back there and make drinks too, it was just a passion for him, seeing those around him…<em>’ Happy’.</em>&nbsp; He thought as he followed Brittney a bit more.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He couldn’t help but smile as Jay played both sides of the line, not that he could blame him, if he could have both he wouldn’t say <em>‘NO’</em> either.&nbsp; “Yeah, maybe we had the same fantasy then, cause this definitely fits the bill.”&nbsp; He agreed.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Whoa, dude put the guns away.”&nbsp; He teased.&nbsp; His own frame just a muscular, a little smaller based off of height but he preferred the speed of his boxing build over being too bulky, but to each their own.&nbsp; Hoping he was able to garner a bit of attention of his own.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>18-08-2021, 07:28:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UsVel29.jpg?1)</div>Name: Brittney Keller<br>Day: Day 1 |&nbsp; 9 a.m.<br>Outfit:&nbsp; Bikini in Photo<br>Mood:&nbsp; Excited<br>Music inspired:&nbsp; <br><hr>Sam was definitely putting her claim to Jay, from all appearances.&nbsp; Which was quite alright with Brit.&nbsp; Both guys were delish and they'd only been here, at the resort, for like five minutes. There was a whole month to get to know folks, have fun, and hook up.&nbsp; No such thing as leftover when it was a buffet of buff men, and a lovely lady.<br><br>She raised an eyebrow at Stephen and smirked, <strong>"ohhh!"</strong> she nearly purred, <strong>"you're ornery"</strong>&nbsp; It was obvious in her smile and the lint in her eye that she liked it.<br><br><strong>"Ah'd love to have a local's view on all 'o it.&nbsp; Don't wanna be that dumb tourist only chasing beads."</strong>&nbsp; She tilted her head and her smile grew, <strong>"less that was why you were offerin' ta show me around."</strong><br><br>She took the drink.&nbsp; The frozen liquid was cold in her hand, and the glass already began to sweat in the tropic air.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you,"</strong> she said and tasted the concoction.&nbsp; When he asked about the other drink, or just offering a slow comfortable screw, she replied, <strong>"maybe later.&nbsp; I'm okay with this."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled warmly.<br><br>Her eyes moved to Jay he was full of complements and teasing fun, but when he pulled off his top and tee she couldn't look away, even if she tried.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah don't 'ave an accent.&nbsp; It's all 'o you who sound funny ta me,"</strong> she said honestly, but with a mischievous smirk.<br><br>Stephen quickly snatched her attention back.&nbsp; His hand touched hers after he asked for a hug.&nbsp; There was a hunger in her voice that she didn't want to dismiss.&nbsp; Her drink in one hand, his hand in the other, she stood from her stool and walked about the bar's counter.&nbsp; Her eyes focused upon his as she drew closer to him and opened her arms wide to allow him to step up and wrap her tight.&nbsp; When he stepped closer to her and pulled her into his embrace, she'd wrap her arms about his torso and press her body tightly against him.&nbsp; She'd allow for the embrace to last as long as Stephen desired, and when he finally released her she'd head over to the loungers, and allow the boys to bring the liquor.<br><br>With a 'come and get me" smirk to Stephen and Jay, she stretched out onto the sun chair, closed her eyes, and relaxed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>18-08-2021, 15:29:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/04/b1/a6/04b1a6f3dc1b69e62e1c8e6e657e9e61.jpg)</div>Name: Samantha "Sam" Turnish<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Bikini in photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stupid boys</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/qC51mn8vSF8?t=10</div></div><hr><br>Enjoying herself as everyone seemed to relax into themselves or at least be more themselves, she giggled softly as she watched with mild amusement and interest as Brittney and Stephan flirted with each other. Though as Jaw started to take his shirt off, her eyes almost instantly darted over to his chest and drank in the newly offered flesh. Biting her lower lip softly, she did not bother to hide her reaction in the slightest. Especially as her eyes darkened slightly as she scanned him over as he walked over to her.<br><br>As she felt his hands slid over her hips, she shivered and started to lean against him. Enjoying the feeling of his harder body against her more softer one, she gave a half roll of her ass against him and chuckled softly. Letting herself slip slightly before turning towards him slowly as he pointed out the lounge chairs. A small smirk on Sam's lip, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his jaw as she was having too much fun to deny herself the small guilty pleasure. "Only if I get to body shot off you first," she purred and pulled back to see Brittney walk towards said lounge chairs and let her eyes rake over the petite girls body.<br><br>"Brittney! Thata girl!" She cheered her on and pushed aside her sheer arousal as she at least thought she was good enough not to do more than teasing in the first 24 hours...right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>19-08-2021, 12:06:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yLIw6YT.jpg)</div>Name: Jay Garrison<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What So Not - Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy1tOAiePnA&amp;list=RDMM&amp;index=18 </div></div><hr>Jay let out a little low growl that only Sam could hear into her ear as she rolled her ass just softly against him. As her lips brushed against Jay’s jaw, Jay responded <strong>“You’re making me feel a certain way!”</strong> Again it was only just loud enough for Sam to hear. As they headed over to the loungers Jay couldn’t help but give Samantha’s behind a firm squeeze. <strong>“You’re lucky there’s others here. Otherwise I might not be able to stop myself.”</strong><br><br>Jay was more than happy to lay down on a lounger. <strong>“A girl that knows what she wants,”</strong> he said to Sam as she said she wanted to body shot off of him first. Now on the lounger Jay looked over to Stephan, <strong>“Lay down my man, lets enjoy some beautiful women getting drunk off of our bodies.”</strong> Jay smiled as he put his hands down behind his head and relaxed. <br><br><strong>“If you girls want you can treat my man Stephan first. I’m sure he’d love two girls at the same time.”</strong> He said feeling charitable with the beautiful surroundings and beautiful women. He was a patient man, he could wait.<br><br><strong> </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>19-08-2021, 17:13:54</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://www.dmfashionbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/creed-promo-650x400.png)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: photo<br>Mood: Relaxed<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hillbilly Martini&nbsp; ;) </div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74UWc5EJJQI </div></div><hr><br><br>“I am hardly ornery…maybe something else that rhyme with those letters but never that.”&nbsp; He teased her purring was arousing, but he could see her eyes and he had actually claimed her attention.&nbsp; Not sure if he had captured it over superman now that his shirt had come off, but he had it. &nbsp;“You could be a tourist, but never dumb.&nbsp; You might try to hide it but you are very smart if not deceptively so.&nbsp; Besides, there are much easier ways of getting beads.” <br><br>He smirked a bit.&nbsp; “I am offering to show you…so…many things…lovely.”&nbsp; He replied easily as she smiled.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“Of course, not a problem at all.” &nbsp;He smirked at the flirting between them.&nbsp; “That is what most people say between those of the north and south.” &nbsp;He replied as she smirked.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He watched as she came back to earth to be with him after her eyes dipped into the heaven of Jay’s physique, he only smirked as he watched her almost fan herself looking at the man.&nbsp; But he did watch as she came round this side of the bar with him.&nbsp; She surprised him as she never took her eyes off of him, it was like she was searching for if he was honestly wanting or desiring her.&nbsp; He wasn’t settling that was for damned sure.&nbsp; He moved towards her squeezing as his hands stroked down the small of her back, his fingers dancing along the curve of her hip in a light massage and stroke of her skin.&nbsp; The embrace lasted much longer than he expected it to as his lips grazed her neck and his nose her earlobe.&nbsp; “I bet you taste divine.” &nbsp;He spoke into her ear, his voice vibrating like molasses. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;When the hug finally broke, “Thank you, I hate that I missed that the first time.” &nbsp;His body awakened to her touch now, not sure who broke the hug first, but he figures he might need to stop his hand drifting over the curve of her lovely behind before he pulled her into his lap then.&nbsp; He licked his lips at the smirk of invitation she had given...to both apparently, as she stretched out, he grabbed the ingredients and moved that way. <br><br>Sam was clearly taken with Jay, the way she eyed him like dessert and the interaction seemed to be a bit more connective at this moment.&nbsp; The grinding of that ripe behind was hard to miss as well.&nbsp; He knew this was going to get interesting, to say the least.&nbsp; But he wasn’t going to press and he was the last one to block.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He watched as Sam cheered Brittney, not sure if that was her way of encouraging her or taking him out of the way so she could work out Jay.&nbsp; He was hardly one to be jealous, whoever was for him would be with him.&nbsp; He believed life had a way of working things out.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He smirked as he brought the tray over with the drinks and accessories for them to..enjoy a slight party. He watched as Jay was laying down.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;He could only smile as he pulled his shirt off finally. &nbsp;“I would but Brittney offered me whatever I wanted and I am going to take that!&nbsp; I am sure we can switch places at some point.” &nbsp; He smirked as he thought about them switching indeed even though the two of them seemed to have each other's attention sewn up.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;“I can wait, far be from me not to be hospitable and let you go first.”&nbsp; He smirked but he agreed with the idea of having both women did appeal to him on so many levels…he wasn’t jealous…but he could be greedy.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Now that he was more comfortable with the sun washing over his bronze skin, he leaned down and caressed Brittney’s lips.&nbsp; “Open up sweetness.” &nbsp;He said waiting for her to comply, he was used to drinking but since some were flirting a bit more than others.&nbsp; He was definitely a bit more creative than he probably should have been at this particular moment.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He places salt over her line from her navel to the tip of her abs.&nbsp; He had been wanting to do this since he laid eyes on her, the lime he squeezed in a <em>‘U’ </em>between her breasts and the tequila shot glass he put in her mouth and filled it to the very top.&nbsp; He put it there on purpose and winked when her lips had to pucker when she held it.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He licked up that line, lingering slowly all but washing her abs with his tongue.&nbsp; He moved to pull the shot glass into his mouth kissing her in the process, as the fiery liquid ran down his throat.&nbsp; He popped the shot glass out of his mouth just before, he licked the lime juice.&nbsp; He was stroking the outer edge of her nipple, his tongue moving over soft flesh, down and around to stroke the other side fighting the urge to outright fish the nipple out.&nbsp; But that would have been too much if her desires were elsewhere.&nbsp; "Hope that works for you?&nbsp; I can always take another?&nbsp; If that wasn't right?"&nbsp; He teased now.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-08-2021, 12:17:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UsVel29.jpg?1)</div>Name: Brittney Keller<br>Day: Day 1 |&nbsp; 9 a.m.<br>Outfit:&nbsp; Bikini in Photo<br>Mood:&nbsp; Extremely Excited<br>Music inspired:&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Body Say - Demi Lovato</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/Jca0B2lbqpU</div></div><hr>Brittney furrowed her brows before raising one in surprise as Jay walked over and sprawled out upon the nearby lounger.&nbsp; <br><br>Strike two.<br><br>She smiled warmly at him before turning her attention to Sam and Stephen as they approached.&nbsp; Brittney didn't chase after guys.&nbsp; She'd never had a need.&nbsp; If someone wanted to ignore her - whether it was a game they were trying to play, or they genuinely didn't like her - she didn't care.&nbsp; Jay wasn't the only guy here.&nbsp; Stephen's embrace, the way his hands had touched and caressed her, had made her tremble with desire.&nbsp; It was a feeling which still tickled her mind.&nbsp; Just what could he do f he were to caress a more sensitive area?&nbsp; It was something she was eager to discover.&nbsp; <br><br>The look Stephen gave her as he approached made her instantly recall the delightful sensation of his hands on her lower back during their hug.&nbsp; She smiled enticingly and eyed the shot glass and liquor bottle he brought.&nbsp; Her smile turned into a triumphant grin when she heard Stephen turn down Jay's - offer? - to lay down and let "the women" work on them.&nbsp; <strong>"Wise man,"</strong> she said loud enough for all to hear.&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced at Jay, and simply smiled.&nbsp; The smile was almost chilled compared to the ones she'd given him earlier.&nbsp; She was on the verge of swiping left on him.&nbsp; Gorgeous bod, but she didn't think he knew how to appreciate a woman.&nbsp; He seemed to prefer the "low lying fruit".&nbsp; He likely feasted on what he could get without much effort.&nbsp; Sam, as gorgeous as she was, reminded Britt of the Freshman pledges who hopped into bed with any guy who smiled at them.&nbsp; <em>Girl, do you,</em> she thought.&nbsp; Sam was an adult, and Britt had just met her.&nbsp; No need to act like a big sister.&nbsp; They were all there for fun, after all.&nbsp; Both Brittney and Sam were gonna get theirs.&nbsp; It actually made it easier.&nbsp; Britt could focus on a man who was very much earning her attention.<br><br>Her eyes on Stephen, she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and reclined back on the lounger.&nbsp; A look of mischief twinkled in her eyes as he brought the bottom of the shot glass to her lips.&nbsp; Her tongue quickly wet them before they parted and formed around the glass with a light bit of suction.&nbsp; She pushed her tongue to the bottom of the shot glass.&nbsp; Her tongue would help pour it into his mouth when he got to it.&nbsp; Goosebumps rose upon her arms as he tickled her with salt upon her defined abs.&nbsp; Another mischievous smirk formed around the glass held in her lips when he placed the lime wedge between her breasts.&nbsp; This promised to be hot.&nbsp; She was already feeling fairly aroused simply from the setup.<br><br>She couldn't help but inhale quickly when she felt his tongue press against her skin.&nbsp; He was taking his time, and it made her want to tremble.&nbsp; His mouth moved towards hers, but the glass was in the way.&nbsp; As his lips began to slide around the rim, she felt them slide against hers, and her heart fluttered as the temperature grew several degrees warmer. Their lips touched but barely, and briefly.&nbsp; It left Brittney with an overwhelming desire for a better taste.&nbsp; He wasn't done just yet, though.&nbsp; As he spat the glass out of his mouth, his tongue flicked to the edge of his lips and caught a thin line of juice.&nbsp; She wished she'd been quicker and had licked the juice from his lips herself.&nbsp; Then he went after the lime which she'd completely forgotten about.&nbsp; She tried not to gasp when his mouth touched her breast, and for a moment she forgot they were being filmed.&nbsp; If her nipples weren't rock solid before this, they were now.<br><br>It took a moment for her brain to register that he had finished and was now talking to her.&nbsp; She sat up with a giggle, and fanned herself.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh my gawd.&nbsp; Ya could just take me now,"</strong> she said with a sincere and sweet smile.&nbsp; Her cheeks colored pink as she said it.&nbsp; Her hand flapped even quicker to create that much needed breeze.&nbsp; A moment later her other hand was tucked under her arm as she attempted to hide her arousal with her arm.<br><br><strong>"Ah think ah need a shot now."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes fell upon her Sex on the Beach.&nbsp; She stopped fanning herself, grabbed the cocktail, and took a deep drink from the straw.&nbsp; There was a momentarily far off look in Brittney's eyes as she replayed the sensations Stephen had just caused her body to feel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>23-08-2021, 13:20:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/04/b1/a6/04b1a6f3dc1b69e62e1c8e6e657e9e61.jpg)</div>Name: Samantha "Sam" Turnish<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Bikini in photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">S &amp; M</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/KdS6HFQ_LUc</div></div><hr><br>The low growl would have easily made her panties drop if they were alone, Sam knew what she was into and so far Jay was simply hitting all the boxes. Her eyes went a few more shades darker and her pupil pulsed slightly with desire, he may not know exactly what he was doing to her, but that only made her more excited. Sam was a pretty sexual person, sex within hours of meeting them wasn't uncommon for her. She just really, REALLY, enjoyed knowing, respecting, and acting on her primal desires. Why hold back? Sure, she would eventually really want a husband and kids and to settle down. Not right this moment though, in this exact moment, she wanted nothing more than for Jay to take her by the hair or throat and tell her to call him daddy. The fact that she hadn't simply jumped the man was actually speaking volumes that no one their knew about, at least not the people there. Lana was watching them, unbeknownst to them.<br><br>Little did he know, that him walking to the lounge chair was the sole reason she didn't basically pounce on him. The firm squeeze of her ass made her shiver with delight and she looked at him with an almost knowing smile. "I think we are both very lucky," she said more to herself then anyone else in a deep husky tone.<br><br>Grabbing her liquor of choice and a few other supplies, she happily followed him. Her eyes almost completely narrowed on Jay at this point and barely could focus on anyone else. Only looking around them for a moment when he offered the girls to treat Stephan first, which made her smirk and give a glance to Brittany. Who she could tell, by the look on her face, that she was not into that idea and she had to giggle slightly. She liked the girl so far, it was clear that the woman knew what she did and did not like, Sam respected that. With a roll of her neck, she walked over to Jay and basically straddled him. Sitting right above where his pants met, she could almost feel his arousal press against her cheeks and she looked down at him with the bottle in her hand. "I don't think she loves that idea, let them have their fun;" she cooed softly and wiggled the bottle, "let's have our own."<br><br>Barely paying attention to the couple next to them, now that Brittany made it quiet clear to at least her what she wanted and didn't want in at least that moment, she could fully focus on Jay. Taking the shot glass, she filled it with rum. "Hope you don't mind, I'm more of a rum girl myself, but I do really enjoy the martini stuff too. So let's do a mixture," she smiled and lightly trailed a few grains of lime salt down his chest and abs, a small circle around his belly button and down to where his pants met.<br><br>"I'm all about consent though..." she trailed before leaning into his ear on the other side of Brittany and Stephan, "do you consent for me to lick the salt off? Put the shot glass in your mouth?" Sam had all but purred into his ear as she gave soft kisses along his outer ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 11:38:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yLIw6YT.jpg)</div>Name: Jay Garrison<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What So Not - Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy1tOAiePnA&amp;list=RDMM&amp;index=18 </div></div><hr>Jay was relaxed, Jay was having fun and he’d assumed that everyone else was having fun too. Call it a flaw of Jay’s. He was a fun loving guy with a fun loving attitude and sometimes he just assumed everyone else was on the same wave length. Jay didn’t try and read too much into anything, but one comment had for a second penetrated his carefree attitude. Had Brittney been offended by something he had done. The comment of “Wise man,” followed by the smile that was nowhere near as warm as earlier. Had the attention he’d been giving Sam rubbed Brittney up the wrong way. <br><br>Jay didn’t let it concern him for long though. He’d surely get a chance to talk to Brittney later. Sam had earned his attention with how she’d responded to him upon his arrival. Sam seemed game to have some fun, and had been causing Jay’s heartbeat to pick up in pace with her flirtatious ways. The game, the dance had begun with her and Jay wanted to see it through to the end. <br><br>Everything Jay had thought about Sam was confirmed when she straddled him on the sun lounger. He gave her a flirtatious and knowing look as if to say this could be just “one” of the positions they could have fun with later. <strong>“I think you’re right. I’m more than okay with us just having our own fun.”</strong> Jay watched her take the shot glass and fill it with rum and then trailed lime salt down his chest and abs and teasingly to where the top of his pants met his waist. That’s when Sam leaned down and kissed along his ear, sending shivers through Jay’s body as she asked for consent.<br><br><strong>“Girl, I consent to your tongue anywhere you want on my body, as long as you consent to the same,”</strong> he said in response, his mouth close to her ear as his warm breath caressed her neck. <strong>“Feel free to take your time too, I can hold the shot glass in my mouth for as long as you need.”</strong> Jay’s mind was racing just a bit. Some guys may have been put off by the question of consent. But to Jay it just showed that Sam was confident with what she did and didn’t want and that there might be a lot on offer that Jay would enjoy with this one. <strong>“And when your done, believe me, I’m going to take my time on your beautiful body.”</strong><br><br><strong> </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>26-08-2021, 22:58:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://www.dmfashionbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/creed-promo-650x400.png)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: photo<br>Mood: Relaxed<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hillbilly Martini&nbsp; ;) </div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74UWc5EJJQI </div></div><hr><br>&nbsp; Stephen drank in Brittney, her well-put-together form called to him as much as her bikini did to take it off.&nbsp; He enjoyed his woman, when he had one he enjoyed her immensely.&nbsp; He wanted her completely he was all about her pleasure because when his turn came he relished in it and basked in whatever she wanted to do to please him.&nbsp; He realized she was going to make him feel like a King because he had made her feel like a Queen and he crowned her every chance he got.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;His back was towards Jay and Sam, they had paired off already and he had no hate for either of them.&nbsp; But his back was to Jay primarily because…it didn’t matter, Jay had nothing he wanted…there was no competition there!&nbsp; The competition primarily was with himself. <br><br>And he lived off competition, the task now was how hot and bothered could he make Brittney, till she gave him the barely-there bikini as if finally yielding to him offering up her body to him as others did to the gods of old!&nbsp; He watched as he squirmed under his tongue wondering if this was a prelude for something more, deeper that she wanted to give in to. He wanted all that she had to offer!&nbsp; He enjoyed caressing her body with his tongue and he wanted so much more.&nbsp; He glanced at her watching her reaction as her body told him what she liked, what she wanted more of.&nbsp; He didn’t just want to demonstrate his skill for her but his desire for her, the yearning call to please her and he smirked. &nbsp;“We can most certainly make that happen.” He leaned into her pulling her hand away from her chest with a kiss.&nbsp; “Don’t hide, I want to see you!”&nbsp; He breathed certainly she wasn’t embarrassed now she was magnificent!<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He leaned into her ear whispering. &nbsp;“I certainly hope we are not done.”&nbsp; He breathed not hiding his own want at all. He smirked as she moved to grab her drink still fanning herself as he was glad she enjoyed just the one shot.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Notice the movement behind him and glanced over his shoulder as Sam moved to straddle Jay. He smirked only to focus on Brittney once again.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He heard Sam ask for consent from Jay and he responded in kind that he more than consented if she did as well.&nbsp; It was definitely getting hot in this area and he had all but forgotten about the cameras he was focused on making this enjoyable for the gorgeous blonde whatever they were filming would be great cause there was no acting involved just a raw vision of playful desire at its finest! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 16:45:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || 0930<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece with Flowy Cover-Up (shown)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Happy || Excited<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Anderson (incoming)</span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Thick thighs touching in the plush chair, Luci tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and gave the camera an award-winning grin. <em>"Hola mis amores</em>," she started, raising her hands to her puckered lips and blowing the lens a kiss. "My name is Luciana," Her name rolled off her tongue with Spanish flair. "But, most people call me Luci. I'm twenty-four and I'm a model for a few body-positive companies." Pausing for emphasis, she pulled open the white cover up to proudly show off her curves all but spilling out of her bathing suit. <br><br>"My friends know that I like to live life in the fast lane. Music and dancing is a necessity in my life." Another pause as she hummed out a favorite Spanish tune and shook her hips to the rhythm in her chair before more laughter bubbled from her plump lips. "In my freetime, I like to handle balls." A sultry arch of her eyebrow before more laughter ensued. "I used to play tennis and still try to stay active. I hope the ladies and gentlemen are ready to party because I will settle for nothing less."<br><br>One of the staff off to the side gave her the thumbs up of approval and motioned for her to leave the interview space. Adjusting her bathing suit, another staff member stopped her in the space right outside the room. Luci listened and nodded her agreement to having to wait for the next contestant to do their interview and join her to be introduced to the retreat at the same time. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 18:27:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div>Name: Patrick Anderson<br>Day: Day 1 l 930am<br>Outfit: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br>Mood: Content/Curious<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><hr><br>Patrick saw her from a distance and hoped she was a contestant like him <em>because...DAMN!&nbsp; </em>When she disappeared he got his hopes up further.&nbsp; He wasn't able to hear anything but her name really...Luci.&nbsp; He was pulled away to make sure he didn't hit anything or spill into the camera.&nbsp; He was wearing his tank top, the bracelet that one of his fan club members made for him back when he started, water shoes, and swim trucks that still showed off his well-formed body.&nbsp; He did nothing but work out lately...primarily as he was trying to get back into the show (NFL).&nbsp; He was done with rehab and had a few phone calls after his prelims.&nbsp; If this didn't get him noticed nothing would.&nbsp; He wasn't doing dancing for the stars so it had to be this!&nbsp; That was for has-beens, he wasn't that he still had 3-5 good years left, besides he was going to get that damned ring if he had to run up and down the field himself.<br><br>He saw the lights go off and the cute assistant called to him.&nbsp; He sat on a stool looking grim, but when the assistant winked at him, he broke laughing looking too cute with those dimples in his cheeks.&nbsp; "Sorry.&nbsp; I am Patrick, 29 exercise enthusiast/tax consultant.&nbsp; Want to get back into the spotlight for..my exercise skills.&nbsp; I work hard, I play real hard.&nbsp; I help children refocus their lives and give them direction.&nbsp; I am apparently too cute for one woman to want to keep me.&nbsp; Don't know?"&nbsp; He continued to smile.<br><br>"Flaw?&nbsp; Hmm pessimistic, I do see the glass as half full, that it is not my glass.&nbsp; As such I try often to fill the glass on my own rather than believe someone else can fill it for me." &nbsp;He watched the lights go out and he was ushered to the side.&nbsp; He stood next to the thick goddess now and kept his mouth closed to keep from drooling.&nbsp; "So Luci is it..." &nbsp;He bit his lower lip, "..care to tell me about you while I make us a drink?&nbsp; Seeing as the&nbsp; others look...particularly...busy?"&nbsp; He said with a wink.<br>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 21:36:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || 0930<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece with Flowy Cover-Up (shown)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Happy || Excited<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Anderson </span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Luci watched the chocolate mountain of a man come out of the interview room and her face lit up as he said her name. Looking out towards the retreat, she could see two other pairs already quite enjoying themselves and shrugged a bit before hooking a finger in the front of his trunks. "Let's see if you can quench my thirst, <em>querido</em>." Luci teased as she began to walk towards the inside bar with a view of the outside, her finger pulling Patrick behind her as though a leash. <br><br>Releasing her grasp on him, she settled on a barstool and shrugged the cover off of her shoulder so that her curves were now on unobstructed display for him. "So. What kind of trouble are you looking to get into this summer?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 22:10:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Patrick Anderson<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day 1 l 930am<br><strong>Outfit: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br><strong>Mood: </strong>Content/Curious<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><hr><br>&nbsp;He was looking down at her or over her shoulder, his hand was wanting to reach around grip her waist, and pull her back against him.&nbsp; But instead, he leaned forward to let his lips graze her shoulder close to her neck, he was about to be real forward and lick her when he felt her finger curl into his shorts.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>“I can quench more than your thirst, I assure you, Mi Dulce.&nbsp; I am Patrick in case you care.” &nbsp;He winked, didn’t mind her leading him around he merely wanted to know where all she was leading him.&nbsp; He was most certainly admiring the view and every lovely ample curve of her that all but called to his giant hands.&nbsp; Now his arm did wrap around her waist as he moved behind her.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He moved to grip her behind and help her up onto the stool and he really did enjoy his hand placement for a bit.&nbsp; “YOU!”&nbsp; He said as he moved to the other side of the bar.&nbsp; He had a cousin teach him a few drinks and he had been a minor bartender in college so what he knew how to make he knew other things he googled.&nbsp; He didn’t even hesitate about what he wanted to get into this summer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 23:12:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || 0930<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece with Flowy Cover-Up (shown)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Happy || Excited<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Anderson </span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Luci laughed wholeheartedly at his response, nodding a bit.&nbsp; "Okay, <em>querido</em>. I respect honest answers but, you seem awfully confident. What makes you so sure?" She leaned forward across the bar, her breasts pressing into the countertop. Salaciously, her eyes drank in his form and she made no attempt to hide her nibbling on the fullness of her lower lip.<br><br>"I tell you what..if you can guess my favorite drink, I'll give you something you'll <strong>really</strong> enjoy. Promise."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>08-09-2021, 23:23:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Patrick Anderson<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day 1 l 930am<br><strong>Outfit: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br><strong>Mood: </strong>Content/Curious<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;“I try hard to make sure I put forth complete effort in making sure my lovers are satisfied. So I do what is necessary.” &nbsp;He said as he looked at her. “Do you want to fine out mi dulce?” &nbsp;His mouth watered as he admired the view as he made her a strawberry margarita and a sex on the beach.&nbsp; “Just in case.” <br><br>“Like what you see sexy?”&nbsp; He responded as he would drink which ever one she didn’t want. &nbsp;“So how is that for a guess?” &nbsp;He said not sure.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>09-09-2021, 00:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || 0930<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece with Flowy Cover-Up (shown)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Happy || Excited<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Anderson </span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Carefully watching him, Luci took note of the definition in his arms and that absolutely stunner smile every time he would look up at her. Methodically, he moved about the bar and Luci looked away just long enough to observe the other pairs. They certainly seemed to be enjoying their own time so, Luci felt even more motivated to enjoy Patrick. After all, she'd get a turn with everyone else eventually. <br><br>Spinning to face the chiseled god, he placed two drinks before her. "You do realize that I could just say that neither of these drinks are correct, right?" A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she rose to meet him behind the bar, slipping into the space in front of him with her back pressed against his front. <br><br>She made sure that her ass was <em>very</em> firmly pressed up against his groin as she leaned ever so slightly forward to examine the drinks. "Margarita. Safe choice. Strawberry. I approve. Sex on the beach..." she let the words linger as she grabbed both glasses and spun in her spot to face him. Her back pressed to the counter with his arms clutching the counter top and trapping her in his space. "A little messy but, I don't mind it."<br><br>Lifting the glass, she took a sip and hummed in approval at its taste. "But, just so you know.." Luci pressed up onto her high heeled toes to whisper seductively into his ear, her heaving bosom resting on his pectorals. "I love a good screw.... driver"</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>09-09-2021, 01:14:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Patrick Anderson<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day 1 l 930am<br><strong>Outfit: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br><strong>Mood: </strong>Content/Curious<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br>Patrick found himself looking up at her as he was open to drinking either or just making himself a hurricane.&nbsp; It was hot enough for one and looking her over made him even hotter.&nbsp; She was glancing over in the distance as the other couple seemed to be getting rather heated and he was glad he ended up with cocoa goddess himself.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;When she spoke up he looked at her.&nbsp; “I know that you could, but you seemed to be asking me to hit the<em><strong> ‘powerball’</strong></em> anyway so I am taking my chances and hoping I hit the jackpot.&nbsp; You can’t win if you don’t play.” &nbsp;HE teased.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;When she walked around behind the bar, she was crossing over into dangerous territory.&nbsp; He found her eyes seem to draw him in, his fingers stroking down those thick thighs.&nbsp; He found his body awakening further to her touch, that ripe behind deep against him stirring the dragon awake.&nbsp; He moved into her further letting his nose nuzzle against the nape of her neck.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;When she turned around to face him, the lovely press of her ample breasts against his hard chest as he looked down into her eyes.&nbsp; His hand returned to her thigh&nbsp; “We can definitely try that, then since you don’t mind.”<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;When she lifted herself to him since she turned to his ear he lowered himself down cupping the crest of both cheeks. “Then we will have to make sure that you have both.&nbsp; My personal favorite is a screaming orgasm, but I can get you one of those two if you like.” He looked down into her eyes licking his lips. &nbsp;“You going to drink both of those, I just need to know, might be a long, hot afternoon.” &nbsp;He let the smile rest in is dimpled cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>10-09-2021, 00:29:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UsVel29.jpg?1)</div>Name: Brittney Keller<br>Day: Day 1 |&nbsp; 9 a.m.<br>Outfit:&nbsp; Bikini in Photo<br>Mood:&nbsp; Extremely Excited<br>Music inspired:&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Body Say - Demi Lovato</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/Jca0B2lbqpU</div></div><hr>We can most certainly make that happen.”<br><br>Britt blinked in confusion for a moment.&nbsp; She was still trying to catch her breath, as well as her composure.&nbsp; She hadn't even realized she'd said what she had, until it dawned on her what he was referring to.&nbsp; Stephen leaned into her and moved her arm to the side.&nbsp; She couldn't help but grin at him.&nbsp; He was damn sexy and she was still coming down from the peek of sensations he'd given her.<br><br>She leaned her head toward him, and nuzzled into his chin as he whispered in her ear.&nbsp; Excitement, like electricity, raced down her spine and out over her skin.&nbsp; Stephen was thwarting her attempt to regain her composure, and when he moved his lips closer to her own, she didn't even try to resist the urge.<br><br>Pink lips pressed against slightly darker toned ones as she wrapped her arm around him.&nbsp; She closed her eyes to focus on the taste of his lips and tongue.&nbsp; Her tongue eagerly touched his, and upon discovering it desired more, began an intricate dance; sliding and gliding, flicking and caressing.&nbsp; Soon Brittney was engulfed in her desire for this man she'd only met minutes ago.&nbsp; Her mind reviewed all the things she wanted to do to him, have him do to her, and all the places at this resort they could do such things.&nbsp; When the kiss finally ended, her smile stretched wide on her face.&nbsp; It took some effort, but she glanced over Stephen's shoulder to see what the other couple was up to, then looked back into those Stephen's gorgeous brown eyes.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Want to show me around?"</strong> she asked him playfully.&nbsp; She didn't try to hide the fact that she wanted more alone time with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>10-09-2021, 03:32:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.dmfashionbook.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/creed-promo-650x400.png)</div>Name: Stephan Douglas Fine<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: photo<br>Mood: Relaxed<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hillbilly Martini&nbsp; ;) </div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74UWc5EJJQI </div></div><hr><br>&nbsp; Stephen noticed movement at the bar a thicc’em and a dude that looked vaguely familiar from a distance.&nbsp; He wasn’t nearly as focused on him as the woman before him that was trying to leave his web of desire.&nbsp; He smirked as she grinned, he could see she was still in that place of desire, just where he wanted her.&nbsp; As he leaned into her, she followed likewise and nuzzled him. His mouth was watering with desire as he lifted her chin and moved his lips toward her own, and she didn’t move away, she moved towards him and he couldn’t help but drink of the soft petals and the bubblegum tongue that was offered.&nbsp; His desire was to eat her up…literally, she was so sweet and he had every intention to play her body like a piano and make her sing so many, many notes for him tonight she would be hoarse in the morning. <br><br>&nbsp;They seemed intent on fencing, dodged, parry, spin…thrust.&nbsp; “Mmmmm.” It escaped his lips before even he knew it.&nbsp; His fingers moved over her body, pressing down over her, grazing her mound but stroking just under her breast, over her side to grip her waist and hip, lifting her easily and pulling her into him the entire time the oral dance between them didn’t stop until finally.&nbsp; He breathed deeply, he saw her glancing over his shoulder…may be wondering if they saw how much she yielded.&nbsp; He on the other hand barely saw the woman and the other man behind the bar. <br><br>He smirked as he noticed they wasted no time getting closer over there.&nbsp; Just as she turned back to him, he turned also to her.&nbsp; He moved to kiss her once more, but she spoke.&nbsp; “Yes, let me show you the ins and outs of the island.” &nbsp; He said thinking of where they could go to find a place more comfortable and provide solitude for them.&nbsp; He stood and helped her up to find someplace a bit more private for them to indulge in. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>10-09-2021, 15:03:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/04/b1/a6/04b1a6f3dc1b69e62e1c8e6e657e9e61.jpg)</div>Name: Samantha "Sam" Turnish<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Bikini in photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">S &amp; M</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/KdS6HFQ_LUc</div></div><hr><br>A small smirk curled the end of her lips as he gave her consent, even asking for hers as well. A shiver went down her spine as his mouth was so close to her ear and neck, that she felt his hot breath hit her skin while talking and she had to bite back a moan. The smirk turned into a smile as he told her that he would take his time with her body as well. Moving back slightly, she tapped his lips softly until he would open them for the shot glass. Once the glass was in his mouth, she rolled her hips down to his legs. Letting their groins grind slightly before sitting on his legs. Dipping her head down to slowly let her tongue slide from his upper chest and start to go down his chest.<br><br>Taking her time, her tongue continued down his body. Every once in a while, she would pause and kiss the flesh under her lips until she was finally down to his abdomen. Looking up, she scooted her hips down more until she was almost laying on his legs as she twirled her tongue against him. Her lips hitting his bottoms before finally going back up. This time with more kisses and even a nip or two, moving her body back up until she was sitting almost groin to groind with him before getting to his lips, wrapping her lips around the shot glass and quickly tilting it back and swallowing it before reaching up and taking the glass out of her mouth by hand. <br><br>Smirking softly, she licked her lips. "Thanks for the body shot," she purred and sat the glass down near the bottle of rum.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>10-09-2021, 21:31:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || 0930<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece with Flowy Cover-Up (shown)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Increasingly Aroused<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Stephan Douglas Fine | Brittney Keller <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Anderson </span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"> As his massive hands cupped the swell of her thicc ass, Luci made no attempts to pull away from him. In fact, she further pressed her curves into him, lifting the strawberry margarita to her lips, collecting a long sip in her sweet, sweet lips and hungrily pressing them to Patrick's in a sudden and hungry kiss. Holding the drinks, she rested her forearms on his broad shoulders, parting her lips and sharing the delicious strawberry mixture with him. Letting a soft moan of approval vibrate in the kiss, Luci deepened the kiss further by snaking her tongue into his mouth to taste the chocolate past the strawberry.<br><br>Catching his lower lip in her teeth, Luci tugged it away from him and let it pop from her grasp with an audible sound. Panting slightly for air, one of the other pairs was beginning to make their way towards the villa and Luci breathlessly questioned aloud.&nbsp; "Should we say hello now or later?"</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>10-09-2021, 22:00:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Patrick Anderson<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day 1 l 930am<br><strong>Outfit: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br><strong>Mood: </strong>Content/Curious<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><hr><br>&nbsp; <br>Patrick lifted her up into his arms feeling her lush body against his own, he was pretty sure if they continued he was going to be doing this without her bikini being in the way of whatever they were doing.&nbsp; She was very hot and looked like she needed a nice long shower something to help her clear her head and cleanse the day away.<br><br>It was win her lips met his own that he kissed her more, it was truly wanton, the soft petals just as tender as the curves that were in his hands.&nbsp; When she opened up to share her drink he tasted it on her tongue relishing&nbsp; her lips and the feel of them gliding and moving into each other with the crush of her body and those large breasts against his chest as he longed for more.&nbsp; The dance of their tongues over each other, we blissful as he was left breathing in the pleasure of her touch.<br><br>When the long lingering kiss finally broke he was able to breathe once more, but it wasn’t his breath that made him hitch as she pulled on his lip.&nbsp; It popped free of her own.&nbsp; “Later much, much later.&nbsp; I think we might need to find our own place to explore, before I am drinking one or both of those off of you!” &nbsp;He said in no uncertain terms as he held her aloft.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>13-09-2021, 23:17:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || 0930<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece with Flowy Cover-Up (shown)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Increasingly Aroused<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <em>Other Contestants (vaguely)</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patrick Anderson </span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Luci let out a deep and hearty laugh that carried throughout the villa and would certainly have notified those present of her arrival if they were not already aware. Handing Patrick the margarita in her left hand, she sipped from her other drink in the right. Over the rim of her glass, her eyes remained locked on his and, when they both lowered their glasses, she spoke up. <br><br>"It's kinda cute that you just met me and you want to keep me all too yourself." Another smirk and drink from her glass. "What's in it for me?" Luci challenged. Idly, she chewed on her lower lip, thoughts drifting off to all the things she could and likely <strong>would</strong> do to Patrick. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>13-09-2021, 23:28:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Patrick Anderson<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day 1 l 930am<br><strong>Outfit: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br><strong>Mood: </strong>Content/Curious<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><hr><br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;Patrick was in for pound, even if he could carry her as if she were a&nbsp; penny.&nbsp; HE took a drink making it strong enough even for him, before he lowered the glass, drinking her in with the same energy and desire.&nbsp; He watched as her eyes locked with his own and he licked the glass as if it were briefly lapping at the salt stones.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I didn’t realize sharing was a requirement, but yes I would want you all to myself until you moved on to find another that met your desires better.” &nbsp;He teased watching her smirk, but he wasn’t so naïve to think one like her would settle on the first guy she met on this isle of candied delights.&nbsp; <br><br>“What do you want beside this milk chocolate?&nbsp; What can I do to you or for you that would make you not regret the hours spent with me?”&nbsp; He said his mind easily drifting over the dancing that they could do before dawn…hell at this rate he had so many things he wanted to do to her before midnight.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>14-09-2021, 00:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || 0930<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece (minus the Flowy Cover-Up)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Aroused | Playing Hard to Get (&amp; Winning)<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <em>Other Contestants (vaguely)</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <del>Patrick Anderson</del> Milk Chocolate </span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">A perfectly sculpted brow arched when Patrick referred to himself as Milk Chocolate and another melodic laugh bubbled from her lips. "Oh <strong><em>really</em></strong>? Okay then, Milk Chocolate. I'll bite. But I want to be.." she paused and created a bit of breathing room between them but, also took this chance to look for the words she wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>"..Honeyed Caramel." A satisfied smirk and a shimmy of her hips sealed the deal before Luci spun on her heel and out of his arms. "I want to dance. Let's find some music, Milk Chocolate." she called behind her, venturing into the villa.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>14-09-2021, 01:27:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Patrick Anderson<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day 1 l 930am<br><strong>Outfit: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br><strong>Mood: </strong>Content/Curious<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><hr><br>&nbsp;He moved with her as she made some distance between but still did not let him go.&nbsp; He figured she wanted to make sure he didn't get away.&nbsp; Not that he wanted to go anywhere outside of her.&nbsp; He paused as he watched her thinking.<br><br>"You will bite?&nbsp; So will I...oh?!?"&nbsp; He said with a raised eyebrow. "You can be my honeyed caramel any day." &nbsp;He responded as she spun out of his arms and moved in the direction of the inside to the room on the left side leading in.&nbsp; There was truly lots of room in this place and it appeared to be connected so they would more than likely meet up with the others at some point as he went inside to find music for them to dance too.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>They seemed to be in the main room as he looked about spotting a music playing system, he needed his phone to plug in and play some music for them to dance too...but he was able to find something. &nbsp;"Anything in particular you want to hear, I am honestly surprised as the selection."&nbsp; He said thinking there was no telling those that were coming so they got quite the collection.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>14-09-2021, 13:01:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yLIw6YT.jpg)</div>Name: Jay Garrison<br>Day: Day 1 l 9am<br>Outfit: Photo<br>Mood: Excited<br>Music inspired: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">What So Not - Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy1tOAiePnA&amp;list=RDMM&amp;index=18 </div></div><hr>As Jay opened his mouth, taking the shot glass in it, his eyes fixated on Sam, feeling her body move down his, her groin grinding against his, as he let out a groan muffled by the shot glass in his mouth. As he tongue teased him, Jay resisted the urge to forget the shot and just take her. He wasn’t one that was bothered by having sex in the same vicinity as others. Hell, everyone was in that sort of mood apparently. Every kiss just made it harder to resist that urge.<br><br>Then her mouth and lips were just above his abdomen and her face so achingly close to his member. As she looked up her eyes pierced his as he stared back. Her tongue twirled against him, and Jay couldn’t help of it twirling around something else. She got so close before starting to take her time coming back up his body. Once her groin was back against his, she took the shot glass with her mouth and tilted her head. The shot went straight down and Sam licked her lips with a sexy smirk.<br><br><strong>“My turn,”</strong> was Jay’s response for the thanks as he sat up and turned them around so he was now above her, as he reached onto the lounger and raised the back of it up slightly. He took the salt and sprinked a line of it on her right thigh leading up to the area between her legs, covered by the sexy black swimsuit. He then took a lime wedge he had and playfully pressed it against her lips till she opened her mouth. Then finally, he poured the tequila into a shot glass and held it from the top, placing it between Sam’s breasts. <strong>“You might want to make sure you hold that there for just one second.”</strong><br><br>With everything in place, he slowly slide down her body like a cat, allowing his hands to run down her body until he was in position. However he started on her left thigh, slowly licking and kissing his way teasingly up to the apex of her legs before he looked up at Sam. <strong>“Whoops, wrong leg,”</strong> he said smirking as he went to the right leg and slowly licked up the salt, before he moved up her body, up to her breasts where he took the shot glass slowly, tilting his head back before putting the glass aside, swallowing his drink and then moving up to those lucious lips as he kissed her over the lime wedge before taking it from her mouth and sucking the juices of the lime. <strong>“Thank you,”</strong> Jay said as mirrored her words from earlier. <strong>“Should we go somewhere more private?”</strong><br><br><br><strong> </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>16-09-2021, 22:25:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || Morning<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece (minus the Flowy Cover-Up)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Letting Loose | Getting the Party Started | Making a Splash<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> It's Summer, Bitch (https://youtu.be/oLyEpGpFyUs)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <em>Other Contestants</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <del>Patrick Anderson</del> Milk Chocolate </span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Leaning on the wall next to the sound system, Luciana drained the rest of her delightful Sex on the Beach before leaning down and placing the empty cup on the ground next to her feet. "If they have 'Hace Calor', I might actually lose my shit." she commented the first song that came to mind, her fingers deftly untying her laced up heels and setting her barefoot on the tiled floor.<br><br>The familiar rhythm began to play as Luci was putting her heels next to her empty drink and Milk Chocolate began to turn up the volume to a true party volume now. Smiling broadly, Luci looked up on over to the pool area where the other pairs were still generally doing their own things and, in time to the music, shouted out <strong>"It's summer, bitch!"</strong><br><br>With a devious smirk, Luci took off into a speedy sort of jog across the room...<br><br>...and cannonballed right into the center of the pool.<br><br>If the other pairs didn't know about her arrival, they certainly did now. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-09-2021, 21:48:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Patrick Anderson<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day 1 l 930am<br><strong>Outfit: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br><strong>Mood: </strong>Content/Curious<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><hr><br>&nbsp; Patrick worked the sound system like&nbsp; pro, it was easy to navigate as his own was a bit more sophisticated back home.&nbsp; He pulled up her song. He looked over those thick calves and was even more hungry than he was before.<br><br>He watched as she took off as she cannonballed into the pool.&nbsp; It was shocking to be sure, glad she didn’t slip and she was getting her hair wet….the black side of her must have been going crazy!! <em> ‘And me without my camera!!’</em>&nbsp; He thought in jest.<br><br>He chuckle not thinking the other couples would notice unless they were splashed with the water, but that would probably just cool them off or redirect them to get wet another way.&nbsp; He on the other hand walked to the pool and jumped in.&nbsp; The water was warm since most of the pool was in the sun currently so the water was only slightly refreshing with the temperature change.&nbsp; "Not quite the reaction you were hoping for?" He asked as he surfaced.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>21-09-2021, 17:53:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/889887260047187968/889887283497562132/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Everly "Ev" Michaelson<br><strong>Day</strong>: Day One || Morning<br><strong>Outfit</strong>: Rust-colored crocheted bikini set -----&gt; <br>+ the world's floppiest hat complete with disclaimer (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/889887260047187968/889892209330102342/unknown.png)<br><strong>Mood</strong>: Excited, if a little late to the party.<br><strong>Music inspired</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Don't Be Shy</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=taSubkjZUA4</div></div><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patrick and Luci, Others mentioned, Open to everyone else.<br><br><hr><br>"Hey everyone!&nbsp; I'm Everly, though you can just call me Ev. Born, raised, and still living in Cambridge Mass. I umm, guess I kind of fall into that stereotypical 'not so starving artist' category?&nbsp; I'm still trying to find my niche and grand passion, which isn't super ideal at twenty-five I can admit, but I'm having fun while exploring my options."&nbsp; She paused trying to remember everything that she was supposed to cover in this little introduction section.&nbsp; It was a whole hell of a lot harder with a camera <em>right</em> there, but it was something that she had better get used to in the upcoming weeks.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's kinda my motto in all things really.&nbsp; Have fun and worry about later, well... later.&nbsp; Some of my friends have accused me of being a bit of a relationship Goldilocks in the past.&nbsp; You know, 'this one's too soft' 'that one's too hard', "she gave a delicate cough and added the words 'yeah right no such thing' under her breath before continuing, "but I'm pretty sure I'll land on Mr. Just Right at some point.&nbsp; Until then Mr. Just Right Now has been working out pretty well for me.&nbsp; Or Ms. really, I'm not too picky and I look forward to meeting some fun people who might be interested in that position."&nbsp; Fingers raised to her red-stained lips and she blew the camera a quick kiss before standing up.&nbsp; "It should be a good time!"<br><br>Here was hoping at least.&nbsp; She wrestled her favorite hat away from one of the wardrobe people.&nbsp; There was some argument as to if the shadowed wide brim would cover her face too much, but hello, did they SEE the sun out there?&nbsp; She needed all the shade she could get and she compromised by promising to not also wear glasses and to be semi-conscious of camera angles.&nbsp; That kind of flew in the face of 'act natural' but whatever.<br><br>Bare feet fairly skipped out into the pool area where she drew up short, her head tilting as she took in the other people already gathered there.&nbsp; Oh my goodness.&nbsp; There was a brief flutter low in her stomach when it became apparent that tentative couples had already formed and she would be third-wheeling it for awhile.&nbsp; But she squashed that initial panic and pasted on an even brighter smile as she moved over to the edge of the pool.&nbsp; She had caught the tail end of Luci and Patrick's quick dive into that glistening water and that seemed like it would cut down on her chances of interrupting an intimate or private conversation.&nbsp; "Hi there!&nbsp; Everyone here's so damn hot, but you guys looked nice and cool too so I couldn't resist."&nbsp; Even as she spoke she sat down, those toned pale legs dangling in the water her arms bracing behind her so that she could lean back and continue to people watch for the time being.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>22-09-2021, 20:54:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.picclickimg.com/d/l400/pict/324763469082_/Chris-Evans-Shirtless-Beefcake-Very-Sexy-Hot-Rare.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michael ‘Mick’ McIntyre<br><strong>Day:</strong> 1 | Morning<br><strong>Outfit: </strong>Pictured<br><strong>Mood: </strong>Skeptical<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">It’s Been a Summer</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TI_eObcWcuU</div></div> <br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everly, Patrick/Luic (mentioning)<br><br>Mick stepped outside, having completed his ‘stand up’ as the producer called it. It was really his introductory monologue for the show’s first episode. A ‘meet the contestants’ kind of thing that would be later spliced with video they’d taken of him back home in Ohio riding his bike, playing the guitar, and working out at the gym. They’d even caught a bit of him doing the masonry work that paid his bills-doing their best to capture him as a fully rounded person. He didn’t mind that. <br><br>He did, however, mind the probing into his romantic past. Mick knew that was silly-he’d literally signed up for this show, and knew that a dive into his relationship past was going to be a part of it. That didn’t mean he couldn’t bristle at the concept. But that part was behind him now and he was free of 1-on-1 interactions with the camera for at least a little bit. <br><br>Now it was time for him to meet the rest of his...housemates? Castmates? <em>Christ, Mick, what have you gotten yourself into? </em> He knew from the producers that he was on the older side of the contestant list, which in and of itself was embarrassing. Mick wondered if he’d been seen like those clowns still doing Real World/Road Rules Challenges well into their 40s. That bothered him. He’d never done any kind of television before, so he knew he wasn’t in that category, but he didn’t like the idea that he would be seen by people as a joke. <br><br>Mick was ruminating on this as he stepped out onto the deck and gazed out to the beach. In addition to the bright morning sun, the pool and walk way to the beach had a few strategically placed stage lights-a not-so-subtle reminder that this was all being filmed for the benefit of an audience of wine-moms who loved watching these human disasters at their best (or worst). He took a deep breath and descended the stairs, aware that there was at least one camera on the far side of the deck likely taking in his reaction as he crossed towards the pool. <br><br>From his vantage point, there seemed to be some coupling already taking place between some of the earlier arrivals. Oddly, he didn’t find himself put off by that. He knew that this was going to be at least partially a social experiment, and he was going to have to learn that meant putting himself out there a bit more than he was normally comfortable with. As he scanned the area around the pool, he came to the realization that he was going to need to do that more quickly than he would have liked. <br><br>As best he could tell, only the redhead in the rust-colored swimsuit was unpartnered at this point. That, or he was an odd man out and just didn’t know it. <em>Nothing ventured, nothing gained</em> he caught himself saying. He padded across the pool deck on the side that Everly sat on just as she was finishing speaking. If there was going to be a time to interject and make his presence known, this was going to be as good as anytime. “Well, here’s hoping that as hot as everyone is, there’s room in the pool to cool off,” he quipped as he stepped within a couple feet of Everly sitting poolside. “How are y’all doing? I’m Michael, but you can, uh, call me Mick. Least, that’s what my friends call me.” Mick couldn’t help casting a winning smile down at Everly. She was very pretty from what he could tell around and under the large floppy hat. “Mine if I join y’all? It’s hotter than hell out here.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>24-09-2021, 05:21:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/889887260047187968/889887283497562132/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Everly "Ev" Michaelson<br><strong>Day</strong>: Day One || Morning<br><strong>Outfit</strong>: Rust-colored crocheted bikini set -----&gt; <br>+ the world's floppiest hat complete with disclaimer (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/889887260047187968/889892209330102342/unknown.png)<br><strong>Mood</strong>: Interested and Amused<br><strong>Music inspired</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Don't Be Shy</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=taSubkjZUA4</div></div><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Talking to Mick, at the pool w/Patrick and Luci, Open to everyone else.<br><br><hr><br>In her heart of hearts Ev was a little voyuer.&nbsp; Watching Patrick and Luci splash and play with water streaming off their skin. Unf.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Worth it coming on this show just for this visual alone.&nbsp; Who said someone had to be touching you to have a good time?&nbsp; Only minutes in and she could already tell it would be so easy to get used to this view and her new sedentary relaxed lifestyle here in paradise. She was in fact so enraptured in her observations that she failed to notice Mick approaching until his shadow fell over her and she had to crane her head up.. and then up a little more to see his face.<br><br>Why hello there.<br><br>Since he was kind enough to block the sun for her she grinned and took off that wide brimmed hat so that she could see him better.&nbsp; "Getting hotter by the minute!"&nbsp; clearly talking about his own fine self joining them rather than the actual temperature.&nbsp; She patted the edge of the pool next to her invitingly.&nbsp; "Have a seat Michael, hence forth known as Mick because I'm sure we're going to be very good friends.&nbsp; 'm Everly.&nbsp; I was worried I was gonna be the last one in today.&nbsp; Thank you for saving me from that horrible fate.&nbsp; Now you get to be the awkward new guy and I get to pretend that I know exactly what I'm doing and am not nervous at all.&nbsp; Nope. Not even a little"&nbsp; The rushed cadence of the words at the end was a clear indicator that she was in fact very nervous, almost giddy, but in a mostly good way.<br><br>Best.&nbsp; Trip. Ever.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>27-09-2021, 20:12:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/media.thecurvyfashionista.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/04152743/196694177_118720560335754_8176966091639372797_n-1024x1024.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || Morning<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece (minus the Flowy Cover-Up)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Soaking Wet<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> It's Summer, Bitch (https://youtu.be/oLyEpGpFyUs)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <em>Other Contestants</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <del>Patrick Anderson</del> Milk Chocolate | Ev-Ev | Mick</span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Luci shuddered as the water rushed past her voluptuous form, the muffled sound of Patrick joining her vibrating through the water. Kicking her thick legs, she broke the surface and grinning watched as Patrick did the same. Round the edge of the pool, creamy legs carried the absolute beauty that was Everly over to where they were and Luci eagerly wiggled her form to meet her. As the pristine porcelain of her skin dipped into the water, Luci placed her hands on the pools edge on either side of Ev's thighs, entrapping her in the spot. In the span of a breath, Patrick was behind her, his arms on her hips and his lips on her neck. <br><br>Making an approving cooing sound, Luci smiled up to Everly and the women introduced themselves just as Mr. Mick joined the party. He, too, sat at the brim of the pool and Luci leaned back into Patrick, her hungry gaze bouncing between the two of them, drinking them in. <br><br>" Oh my, my. Mick, Mick, Mick..." she tested the name on her lips, flicking her eyes to Everly and waggling her eyebrows in a very non-discrete manner.&nbsp; "Between that smile," a chin nod to Everly. "those eyes, a nod for Mick. " and Milk Chocolate over here all but melting me on the spot..." Luci laughed, splashing the sitting pairs laps as she wrestled Patrick off of her for a moment, diving under and coming back up. <br><br>"It's gonna be a <strong><em>h o t</em></strong> Summer. Mmf &amp; I love it already." <br><br>Hugging Patrick's back&nbsp; wrapping her legs around his torso, Luci gave his neck a light nibble before goading the new pair further. <br><br>"Come <strong>onnnnn</strong>. Get in. Have fun. <strong><em>Get wet.</em></strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>28-09-2021, 13:20:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/e0/d8/71e0d8b699b95797ef03426e1f886860.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Patrick Anderson<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day 1 l 930am<br><strong>Outfit: </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Trunks</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0248/3024/6994/products/5672533917864-blackblue-1a_160x.jpg?v=1598440067)</div></div><br><strong>Mood: </strong>Content/Curious<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I don't mind!</div><div class="spoiler_body"> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GU6HN-M6k </div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano, Everly "Ev" Michaelson, Michael ‘Mick’ McIntyre<br><hr><br>&nbsp;Patrick moved to come up for air stealing a quick kiss of her hip as he did so.&nbsp; His head came up through the crest of the water to see the lovely new girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Mmm better and better." &nbsp;He came to the side of the pool watching her sexy self sit on the edge.&nbsp; He felt his sweet caramel lean into him and smiled as his hand wrapped around her waist, not possessively but definitely willing.&nbsp; He smiled as he looked up at Ev, his own hand moved to her calf and stroked her tenderly his fingers stroking along a few erogenous zone he had learned were there, hoping his touch would stimulate her as well.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned when Luci mentioned the other man's name like a chant.&nbsp; He smirked at 'captain america', typical homegrown farm boy.&nbsp; Every show had one that the ladies seemed to flock too. &nbsp;"Sup Cap?!?&nbsp; Patrick.&nbsp; I would shake your hand but I kinda got my hands full right now." &nbsp;He smirked.<br><br>&nbsp;"I would like to see you melt, believe that!"&nbsp; He whispered in her ear, just before watching her move away beneath the waves.<br><br>When she moved around behind him, he lifted her up easily as now he moved between Ev's legs and was looking up at her while massaging Luci's lovely thick thighs that were calling to more than his hands right now even if that was all he could put on her.<br><br>His dark brown eyes met Ev's his face temptingly close to her groin as he looked up at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You coming....in!" &nbsp;His million dollar smile looking at her all but drinking her in, not backing off just yet, but he had too once Luci nibbled his neck unable to hold back the groan she was summoning forth from him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lustfulintentions</strong> on <strong>30-09-2021, 15:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.picclickimg.com/d/l400/pict/324763469082_/Chris-Evans-Shirtless-Beefcake-Very-Sexy-Hot-Rare.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Michael ‘Mick’ McIntyre<br><strong>Day:</strong> 1 | Morning<br><strong>Outfit: </strong>Pictured<br><strong>Mood: </strong>Skeptical<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">It’s Been a Summer</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TI_eObcWcuU</div></div><br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Everly, Patrick/Luci (mentioning)<br><br>Mick couldn’t help but smile as Everly’s eyes peeked out from under the hat. He’d gotten a decent feel for some appealing curves as he’d approached, but the hat kept her face sequestered away until that moment. There was no way for him to repress the smile that pushed up the corners of his mouth as she looked up, and it only grew a little broader and more self-assured as she took a clear swing at evaluating him, not bothering to play it cool in the least. <br><br>“Well thank you, Everly, it’s real nice t’meet ya. And, yeah, I guess I saved you from being the last one in. Figured I’d make that fashionably late thing happen. Someone had to, right?” he said as he slipped his shoes off his feet and sank his feet into the water. Though it was still early in the day, the water felt good swirling around his ankles. It was a little less pleasant, jarring even, when some of that same water landed in his lap, courtesy of the curvy Luci. Mick was able to laugh it off, even as he felt the slightest of a shiver from the water seeping through his trunks to his skin. He shot the curvy goddess a look that said there’d be something coming back for that little stunt later. <br><br>“Alright then, seems like it’s a pretty social group here. That’s good.” He did feel a sense of relief that the other cast members he’d met were at least welcoming and social. Being the last one there had left him wondering if he might end up running a bit solo. Mick even took the little ‘Captain America’ crack in stride. He’d heard it enough times before in enough permutations, and in friendlier, more familiar company, he wasn’t above making an America’s Ass-adjacent joke. &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaoxsOs8ENg)<br><br>When Patrick directed his question at Everly, it gave Mick an excuse to draw his eyes back over the pale redhead. Reflexively, he pressed his teeth gently into his lower lip at just the sight of her sitting that close. “Yes, Ev, what do you say?” Mick said, “you down for a little dunk in the water? I’ll even go in with you.” Any excuse to make a connection with the prettier one. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RampantDesires</strong> on <strong>02-10-2021, 10:02:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/889887260047187968/889887283497562132/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Everly "Ev" Michaelson<br><strong>Day</strong>: Day One || Morning<br><strong>Outfit</strong>: Rust-colored crocheted bikini set -----&gt; <br><strong>Mood</strong>: Flustered and yes, getting wet ;)<br><strong>Music inspired</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Fly Project ~ Get Wet</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBf76I_gisw</div></div><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Luci, Patrick, Mick,&nbsp; | Open by/in the pool<br><br><hr><br>She was already trying not to squirm too much as Luci's curvy body caged her legs where they dangled into the pool.&nbsp; The light brush beneath the water made her toes curl a little and she tried very hard to NOT immediately stretch her leg out and run her toes lightly against one of those soft thighs.&nbsp; <em>Be good.&nbsp; Be good. Be good.</em>&nbsp; That mantra played on repeat in her head as she flushed brighter.&nbsp; She was in fact so focused on keeping her own impulses in check that she gave a startled gasp as Patrick's fingers curled against her leg, that sound devolving into a low pleased groan as he started to work some odd magic, not just stroking skin but pressing and finding little spots that she didn't even know existed before in such a relatively innocent area.&nbsp; He could feel the muscle spasm lightly beneath his touch.<br><br>Luci's quick dive let her draw a full breath and she laughed as the pair wrapped around one another again with their positions reversed this time.&nbsp; She had to shift her pale legs wider apart to account for Patrick's shoulders however, a fact which brought a brighter flush to her cheeks.&nbsp; "So hot..." she echoed Luci's sentiment with a grin.&nbsp; "Trust me, wet isn't a problem right now."&nbsp; The last bit was said softly under her breath, something that hopefully only the others around her would pick up and not the microphones.<br><br><br>Her mouth opened to answer Patrick's playful question, but the sound stopped coming out at his low groan and the way he melted back into Luci's lush body.&nbsp; Lord, what were they talking about again?&nbsp; Oh right.. wet.&nbsp; She turned to face Mick, balancing a bit precariously on the edge of the pool now and the sight of his teeth pressed into that full lower lip.. well how was she supposed to resist? She had to reach out running one finger against it and tugging it free from that brief confinement.&nbsp; Before she could even ask him if he'd join her he was offering just that.&nbsp; What a gentleman.<br><br>Instead of verbal agreement she just let her hand trail down along his shoulder while her legs intertwined with his.&nbsp; It wasn't a firm grip but her intention was clear as she wrapped around him took a hurried breath and then flung herself back toward the water trying to haul him with her in mad tangle of limbs as they fell below the surface.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Too Hot to Handle (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Catella</strong> on <strong>06-10-2021, 20:23:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Luciana "Luci" Solano<br><strong>Day:</strong> Day One || Morning<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> White Two-Piece<br><strong>Feeling:</strong> Hot n' Bothered<br><strong>Music inspired:</strong> It's Summer, Bitch (https://youtu.be/oLyEpGpFyUs)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <em>Other Contestants</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <del>Patrick Anderson</del> Milk Chocolate | <del>Everly</del> Ev-Ev | <del>Mick</del> Mickey-Mick</span><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">After surprisingly little convincing, the saucy little redhead Everly was a mess of tangles with dreamboat Mick and the pair of them were toppling into the refreshing pool alongside her and Patrick. Luci's melodic laughter drifted on a breeze before she dipped her head and gave Patrick's neck another nibble, one that he responded to by squeezing her thick thighs that were wrapped around him. Over to her left, the other pair came up for air and Lcui beamed in their direction.<br><br>"Yess!! That's what I'm talking about! Let's get this party started!!" she announced if not for the other contestants lingering around the villa then for the cameras. <br><br>As though having returned to her childhood, Luci disentangled herself to splash and horse play with the other pool occupants finishing her rounds by submerging herself next to to Everly and tugging the Vixen downward at the waist to pull her under though any excuse to get her hands on the woman would suffice, really...</span>
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