Moonlight Masquerade
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				Title: <strong>Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 07:30:18</strong>
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				John was driving home at last, after four days away in new york to seal a deal. He looked in the review mirror for a moment at his features, taking note of the barely formed stubble on his chin and cheeks and how his deep brown hair fell around his head just perfectly. It all created a handsome appearance of masculinity. <br><br>As the sound of the motor continued in the background he thought back to years ago when he met his lovely wife. He had come to an art show to visit with a client but when he became bored out of his mind he met her, and they were looking at her graffiti a little while later and talking over a bottle of expensive wine they had swiped from the party. A year later they were married and now only two years had passed since then. There were some problems here and then, especially when he went on trips for his business. She had always been understanding about it though and he drove home expecting her to welcome him with open arms. Still he liked working with antiques and looked forward to some long and profitable years continuing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 08:18:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Contractor's sheeting crinkled with the definitive sound of moving plastic under Searlait's feet as she leaned forward to get the detail in the woman's face precise. She was seated as usual on her vintage 1920's soap box, her canvas set on her favourite wooden easel. Angry rocker chick music of the feminist variety blasted from a paint-covered cd player sitting next to the easel. She was completely lost in her work, unaware of the world around her as she consumed herself with the fictional subject she was creating, a blonde nymphette with her arms outstretched, her face illuminated by some skyward source. The girl's hair was seemingly endless - outstretched behind her, and the her eyes seemed to hold the landscape of a night sky. Searlait's lips slowly mouthed the words to the playing song, but the movement was likely subconscious. She brushed a small braid out of her face and smeared paint on her left cheek in the process. A welcome breeze blew in from the open window, smelling of autumn and changing leaves. It was refreshing in the stifling smell of acrylic paint and plastic floor covers. It got warm in the studio, more than likely because of the lighting. Searlait wore a pair of baggy, paint-stained overalls. She didn't wear a shirt underneath, but it was hardly necessary. She looked up at the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway. <br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Searlait Villette Williams<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Artist<br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'8.5" ; 174cm <br><strong>Weight:</strong> ~130lbs<br><strong>Blood Type:</strong> A+<br><strong>Eyes:</strong> Hazel<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Brunette, long and dreaded; normally held back by a bandanna. <br><strong>Distinguishing Marks/Body Modifications:</strong> Searlait's ears are heavily pierced up both auricles, with a scaffold in her left and a tragus in her right. Her bridge and septum are also pierced, all in understated silver. She is heavily tattooed, including both sleeves and a chest and back piece - the latter of which featuring a large yin yang in the center. On her lower back is scribed "all that glitters is not gold". </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 08:27:58</strong>
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				John walked up to the door with a large gym bag in one hand and a hardened breifcase in the other. He was dressed in a finely made blue business suit which made him look like a wall street executive or a politician at first glance. His demenor was differnt though, showing a man who was just happy to be home. He walked up the driveway easily and stopped in front of the front door to sort through the mail box before opening it and stepping inside. With a soft sigh he set his things down and looked through the letters, whispering what each one was. "Bills, bills, bills, scam, trash, bills..." <br><br>After a few moments he threw the unwanted mail into the garbage and looked up, noting the beat of the music playing in the background. He wondered why she hadnt come down to great him yet and it made him start to head to her studio upstairs, raising his voice as he called out for her. "Searlait are you home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 09:15:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">No sooner than he had spoken the words, John heard the familiar clatter of Searlait rushing down the stairs in her converse. She hit the bottom, rounded the corner and practically rushed him, wrapping both arms around him tightly, "I don't care if I get paint on you, we'll wash the suit." She smiled into his ear, kissing his temple as she moved her hands up to cradle his face. She kissed him again, softly on the mouth. "Mmmmmh... I missed you."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 07:31:56</strong>
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				The moment she rushed up to him he dropped the mail and held out his arms, wrapping them around her back and pulling her close. He smiled warmly and let his lips press gently against hers with each kiss before holding her and letting his cheek rub against hers as if he were a cat marking her with his scent. "I missed you too...so much..." he whispered in a soothing tone. <br><br>After a moment he took a step back and looked down at the floro frowning slighty as he kneeled down to pick up the assortment of letters. "Did anything happen while I was out of town?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 22:13:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She smiled as she watched him pick up the mail, "Guess what? Andrew called me back. He says they want to give me my own exhibition! He said to start preparing the show right away." She smiled widely, and the motion lit up her face. The astonishing hazel of her eyes brighter, if possible. "I made a casserole to celebrate. It's in the oven." Indeed, the smell of something that could be interpreted as a food possibility was wafting through the air. However, it was more than likely that this casserole, much like Searlait's other rare attempts at culinary prowess, would be lethal - or at least induce a temporary illness. If not from content, then from taste. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 01:57:23</strong>
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				He smiled a bit as he stacked the mail up and looked over at her, giving a smile. "I was actually in the mood for pizza...if you dont mind." He hoped she didnt because as much as he loved her he hated her cooking and often wondered if he shouldnt try to give her lessons or send her to college for them. After a moment he reached forward and kissed her cheek "Either way, I think I want to grab a shower and change first."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 02:51:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait narrowed her eyes, giving John a less than pleased look, "The casseroles will continue until morale improves!" She smiled, "Besides, it took me all afternoon..." She smeared some paint off of his face with the pad of her thumb. "Please?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 03:25:47</strong>
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				He raised an eyebrow at the comment and took a step forward, letting his hand sweep around her back to pull her closer. His other hand moved up to lift her chin so she would look right into his eyes. "Pizza and casserole." he replied. She could feel his hand snake down to her bottom and then give it a playful smack. "So go order out and Ill go take a shower"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 03:44:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She sighed heavily, frowning, "Fine. I'll order pizza. But just for the record, you suck." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully as she reached for the portable phone. "What do you want on it?" She leaned over the kitchen counter, balancing on her elbow as she dialed the number by heart. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 03:48:06</strong>
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				He watched her bend over the counter and took a few steps forward, putting his hands around her hips as he leaned over her, letting the front of his pants brush up against hr bottom. She felt him kiss her neck once and then a second kiss against her ear. "Be nice, or Ill have to give you a spanking...Pepperoni and mushroom sounds good." he whispered into her ear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 03:56:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">"Mmmh," She smiled and gently ground her hips into his, her tongue unconsciously running over her bottom lip. When the pizza place answered the phone she looked somewhat surprised, as if she'd almost forgotten all about them, "Hi, Steve - it's Searlait. Yeah, one large pepperoni and mushroom. Uh huh, that's all. Ooh, you know how to tempt a girl. Cinnamon sticks it is, then. Yep, I'll see you in ten." She hung up the phone with the press of a button. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 04:13:21</strong>
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				He gave her one more playful swat as he ground his crouch up against her bottom before stepping away. He walked into the bathroom and undressed, tossing his clothes into the hamper as the water warmed up. When nude he was even more handsome then people would realize, with a nearly perfectly toned body from his daily workouts and the active life he lived. <br><br>When he stepped into the shower he let the hot water cascade down his body and he took the soap, running it up along his six pack to lather himself up. Just being near Searlait had already made him hard, but almost a full week without her always did that to him. For now he stood in the shower, cleaning up and thinking about her, probably longer then he needed to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 04:22:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait spent the ten minutes it took for the pizza to get to the house taking the casserole out of the oven and setting it on the counter to cool while she went back into the studio and cleaned up. She slipped out of her overalls, draping them over an empty easel and padding over to their bedroom in nothing but her panties. She slipped on a pair of pink sweatpants and a tight, black tank top (sans bra) and went back into the kitchen just in time to answer the door for the pizza delivery man. She paid and thanked him, tipping him well and shutting the door. "Pizza's here!" She called up the stairs. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 04:38:19</strong>
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				Her voice barely reached into the bathroom with the shower going at full blast but it shot him back intot he moment. He gavea&nbsp; slight sigh and rinsed himself off one more time before grabbing his red robe and heading downstairs. The smell was mixed, the casserole smelling like some foul concotion and the pizza like some ambrosia of the gods. Never the less he walked in and kissed the top of her head and then took a seat, dishing up just a bit of the casserole and then taking a slice of pizza
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 05:00:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait was sitting at the kitchen table, with a small scoop of casserole on her plate. She waited for him to sit with her, smiling sweetly, "Have a nice shower?" She forked some pasta and and took a bite, reaching for a napkin and spitting the bite back out almost immediately after tasting it. "Damnit." She sighed, disappointed. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 05:29:47</strong>
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				He moved his chair closer and put an arm around her before kissing her cheek. "Its alright, youre an artist with a paintbrush, not with an oven." Smiling he held out the slice of pizza for her,hoping she would cheer up. If not he had other ideas to take her mind off it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 05:36:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She rolled her eyes, but smiled, taking the slice of pizza. "How was the flight home?" She took a bite of pizza, leaning back in the chair. Searlait was pretty, her features soft and demure - although her attitude was anything but. The brilliant turquoise of the bandanna holding her hair out of her face brought out the hazel of her thickly lashed eyes, and she smiled at him, genuinely glad her husband was home. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 05:46:08</strong>
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				"Long and boring, like most flights. The trip was fun though, my client took me to the natural history museum and showed me some pieces that most people dont tend to see." He took a slice of the pizza and took a long bite, chewing it up before swallowing before reaching into his robe to scratch his chest. When his hand came out she saw the muscled chest and abs, each ridge easily showing with his paled skin. His deep brown hair also was a contrast against his skin, as if they were opposites of the others color. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 06:26:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait pretended not to notice the pale expanse of flesh underneath the red terrycloth. She took another bite of pizza and affectionately scratched his shoulder through the robe. "So I expect everything with your deal went well." As she finished her slice, she rose to clean up the failed casserole, a mournful look on her face. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 06:38:54</strong>
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				He nodded as he took another bite of the pizza. "I made a lot of money and I got you a present...well maybe I should say us, its something we can both use. Do you want to see it?" he asked with a grin. As he looked over her he leaned over and kissed her cheek again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 06:45:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait raised both a eyebrows, "Oh? Sure." She turned the water on in the kitchen sink all the way on hot and waited for the water to heat up while she cleared the dishes. She waited for him to do his thing while she put dish detergent on the sponge and got to disposing of the awry casserole. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:27:39</strong>
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				John went into their bedroom and took the case and put it on the bed. He sat down and waited patiently for her, laying back against his pillow and taking out a magazine that he started to read while waiting. When she came in she would see the front of his robe just slightly open, showing the toned body underneath from the chest all the way down to his waistline. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:31:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait finished the dishes and set them in the rack to dry as John disappeared upstairs. She followed him up soon after and walked into their bedroom, very clearly checking her husband out. "Mmmh... is my present under that robe, by any chance?" She smiled wickedly at him, leaning in the doorway. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:41:39</strong>
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				He looked up from the magazine and patted the space beside him as he gave her a warm smile. "That can be your second present." he answered. When she sat down beside him he reached over to pull the suitcase closer and poped both hinges simultaneously before lifting up the lid. Inside was mostly foam, fitted around a circular piece that he lifted out slowly and carefully. The white marble was carved perfectly showing a smooth picture of a nude woman on both sides a hinge at the back and a different hinge at the front. <br><br>Smiling he held it out for her, inviting her to touch it. "Its a roman slaves collar. Owned by some of the highest senators or perhaps the royalty and I want you to wear it when were alone. Its a beautiful and extremly valuable piece of propery but it pales in comparison to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:52:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She laughed, "It must be my birthday." She smiled at him and waited patiently for him to open the suitcase. The blush started in the apples of her cheeks, and then slowly spread down the rest of her body. She breathed in slowly and reached out to touch it, hesitant, as if she wasn't sure if she should. "Oh my god, John... this must have cost you a fortune. I couldn't possibly..." Nevertheless, she felt herself growing warmer between her legs and a certain familiar clench that always seemed to be involuntary around her husband. She withdrew the hand she had been reaching with before touching the necklace, reaching for a lock of hair that wasn't on her shoulder. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:58:27</strong>
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				He smiled and sat up, taking a moment to open the front of the collar as he drew near her. "Thats nonsense, I traded some expensive pieces for this. I want my most valuable piece of property to be wearing something so beautiful and valuable." he whispered as he brought the two marble sides around her neck. He lifted her chin just slightly and then closed it around her, snapping the hinges shut at her throat. With it in place he backed up a bit and looked over her with awe in his eyes. "You look so good in it, I dont think I can ever stand to remove it now...go ahead, look in the mirror. Try to tell me that you dont look stunning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 08:04:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait was almost afraid to move with something so valuable on. She rose slowly, reaching apprehensive fingertips to her clavicle, as she turned to regard herself in the mirror on the back of the closet door. "It's... beautiful." She voiced softly. And it was, even with age its intricacy was enthralling. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 08:08:23</strong>
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				He stood up slowly and walked up behind her, letting his hands wrap around her belly as he moved up against her. He kissed the base of her neck once and then her cheek before looking at her again. "Im glad you agree. Now I think we should try it out. Being my most valuable piece of property you know how much I like to use the things that belong to me, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 08:12:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait looked at him in the mirror, the full intensity of that incredible hazel all turned towards him, "I do have a vague idea..." She leaned into him, her cheek on his shoulder. She smelled like lilac and lavender and acrylic paint. She wanted to tell him how much she'd missed him, but she felt it might ruin the moment, and instead opted for silence. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 08:18:13</strong>
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				He reached into the pocket of the robe and pulled out a long length of chain. Without a word he hooked the single hinge to her collar and let most of it fall between them with the end of it firmly grasped in his hand. "Now for your other present..." he whispered into her ears. With her still seeing him in the mirror he worked one arm out of his robe at a time and then let it fall to the floor. In the mirror she could only see one side of him but she felt his warm flesh brush against her and against her bottom was the hardened flesh of his manhood. "I missed you so much...turn around and kneel before your master. Tell me how badly you missed me and have much you need me now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 08:23:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She unconsciously bit her lip as she looked up at him, giving him the full heat of her bedroom eyes as she knelt, just barely kissing his thigh on the way down. She reached her hand up, as if to touch him, but paused, "May I?" She rolled her eyes back up to look at him, waiting for his permission. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 22:56:48</strong>
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				He waited just a moment and then nodded whispering "You may." He smiled as he looked down at her face and especially into her eyes. The thought of having her over and over again as he listened to the screams of passion from her making his already hardened manhood throb uncontrollably.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 23:08:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait rested a hand on his hip, the other brushing up against him gently. She leaned forward and kissed his hardness, just under the tip, and brushed small kisses as she worked her way to the base, licking him slowly as she made the agonizing rise back to the top of him. She took him in her mouth then, slowly sucking and gently working him in deeper until she could fit him comfortably and snugly against the back of her throat. She moaned against his flesh, the sensation of him in her mouth making her warm and wet. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 23:51:02</strong>
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				He breathed in deeply for a moment as her lips and tongue ran over his hardend flesh. He looked down to see her face smiling still from what he was feeling and how good she looked with that collar on. "So were you a good or bad slave while I was gone? Ill need to know if Im going to use you right tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 03:13:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait didn't answer. She had started moving on him, bobbing her face into his lap, moving slowly at first as she sucked on him. She took great care in moving all the way to the base, and to stopping just at the tip before starting over again. Her free hand slid down to his thigh and gently held him there. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 03:32:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He breathed in deeply again as she took him down her throat again. Only this time he pulled on the leash, keeping her down there with only a small bit of room to work and so that he wouldnt slip out of her throat unless he allowed it. He wanted her to get used to deep throating him like this if only to train her to give even more pleasure. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 03:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She moaned onto him as she felt him pull the leash taught. He knew this was a game she liked to play. Going down on him was her favorite thing to do, and when he'd challenge her, she'd rise to the occasion. She slowed down again, trying to reestablish a rhythm. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 04:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as he looked into her eyes, grinning at how hard she was trying. Effort was just as important as learning to him and as long as she was trying her best he wouldnt punish her unless she needed it or he just wanted to. "Such a good little cocksucker. I love you so much Searlait." he whispered. He pulled the leash jsut a little tighter, this time only giving her about a quarter of an inch to work with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 04:45:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait did her best to accommodate him. She gagged and adjusted the angle, pushing him further into her throat. She couldn't moan anymore, but she desperately wanted to, her knees beginning to ache on the hard wood of the floor. She dug her fingernails into the flesh of his hip and thigh slightly, as she moved diligently on him. She could feel her panties starting to soak through, and she unconsciously moved her hips because of it. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 05:11:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down into her eyes, still smiling as he watched her. Enjoying everything she was doing and the effort she was putting into it. "Mmmmm, I bet you want me to fuck you hard dont you? Youll be mine for the whole night and when morning comes Ill have you again. I plan to push you to your breaking point and beyond."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 06:06:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait couldn't exactly reply. She continued on as she had been, slipping in a moan against him when she could manage one. The feel of his flesh so hard inside of her was driving her insane, and she felt her own need rising as she pushed him as deep into herself as she could. Her nails began to dig in deeper, communicating both this need and the fact that he couldn't continue to pound into the back of her throat forever. It was hard to breath, and eventually it would make Searlait dizzy. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 06:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few more moments he released the leash and let her back up. He stood there and continued to smile as his hand ran through her hair, combing it back away from her face. "Youre getting very good at sucking my cock and Im sure youll have more chances to practice tonight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 07:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She looked at him expectantly, silent, patient. He knew she could lead, she'd done so before, but she knew when to respect his dominance. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to touch his hair and his cheek and whisper how much she loved him. How jealous she secretly was of New York. How scared she was every time he left that he wouldn't come back. The fear was irrational, she knew, but she couldn't help it. She had missed him so much, but still she said nothing. Did nothing. Waited for him to tell her what it was that he wanted. She looked at him. God, he was so pretty - especially naked. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 07:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled once more and reached down, grabbing the front of her collar and pulling her up to kiss her passionatly. After just a few seconds he stepped away and held the leash as he walked toward the bed, dragging her behind if she didnt feel like following. <br><br>When they got to the bed he layed back into the pillows and reached over to pull open a drawer, taking out several leather ties and A spreader bar for her. He layed them out neatly, having everything in its place before patting the spot beside him. "Show me how wet you are." he commanded before giving the leash a little tug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 09:49:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait kissed him back, hard, and followed him willingly to the bed. She slowly pulled her sweatpants down her thighs, revealing images of remarkable color and detail tattooed across her pale flesh. Her panties came down with the pants, and soon the tank top had been done away with as well, the three items plus her bra lying in a crumpled heap on the wooden floor. The hazel of her eyes lifted to meet his for a moment, waiting again for his command. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 01:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and then reached forward, running his finger along her wetness to gather up a little bit of her juices before bringing the finger to his lips to taste her. He pulled the leash again, hard enough that she had to fall over the bed and onto him and as soon as she was close enough he grabbed the front of her collar and kissed her hard, not allowing her to escape for the moment. "I enjoyed that, you're such a good little cocksucker now lay back and spread your legs so I can see how wet you are..." he whispered into her ear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 05:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She did as he asked, without a word or a moment's hesitation. She simply leaned back on the bed, supporting herself on her elbows, and spread her legs. Her eyes were all for him, the heat there unmistakable. She wanted him, and her physical reaction was testament to it. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 06:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He layed down between her legs and gave her dripping pussy a single lick, tasting her need again before he looked up into her eyes. He grinned and moved up along her, straddling her chest. He smiled down at her before rubbing the tip of his cock against her lips. "You are not allowed to cum for now, but I want you to masturbate while you suck my cock. If you do a good job, I promise that Ill fuck that hot little pussy of yours"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 06:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She waited to see if he intended to straddle her face or if he wanted her back on the floor, but her hand did slide down her torso and hover over her stomach as she watched him, "Where do you want me?"</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-11-2008, 19:13:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her response and sat down at the edge of the bed with his legs spread. "Over here Searlait." From that angle as she kneeled down in front of him he could see her reflection in the mirror and it only made him harder to think of watching her play with herself as she deep throated him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 06:35:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait scrawled to the edge of the bed and knelt between her husband's legs, resting a hand on his thigh. She ran her tongue along the length of him moaning again at how hot and hard his flesh was. She reached a hand down, pressing gently at her clit, as she began to take him inside of her mouth. The noises she made grew exponentially as she filled her mouth with his cock and simultaneously pushed a finger inside of herself. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 06:54:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she took him into her mouth he gave a soft but needing moan. He held the leash tightly and gave it a little tug as he looked into her eyes. "Mmmm, I love using my property." he whispered before looking up and at the mirror. The sight of her finger sliding inside of her made him harder and want her even more. He found himself wanting to throw her on the bed and take her over and over again but he wouldnt let it happen that easily, he had to push her and use her only because he owned her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 07:18:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait moved her hips unconsciously as she ground herself into her hand, bobbing up and down on his cock. She was starting to find a good rhythm, balancing between perfect lubrication and suction. Her hand was thoroughly soaked and she felt herself starting to get even warmer between her legs. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 07:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of her tongue and lips wrapped around him made him maon a bit louder and rather then look down into her eyes like he often did he looked into the mirror instead. Watching her finger herself as she sucked on him. After a moment he looked down into her eyes and spoke softly. "Stop for a moment Searlait." He waited till she sat back and then reached back, grabbing the spreader bar and pulling it forward. "Lets get you properly restrained first..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 07:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait paused and leaned back, patient. Getting her into restraints was always a fun endeavor because she always struggled - but only halfheartedly. Her hand was still moving inside of herself, but more slowly than before. She bit her lower lip, looking up at him. "I'm close..." She whispered. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 07:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He dropped the bar between her legs and then picked up one of the ties as he kneeled down in front of her. Without warning his hand reached out and grabbed the front of her collar, and soon she felt his wieght press against her as he pushed her down to the floor, purposfully being a little rough with her. She felt his lips brush against her earlobe, kissing it and then biting softly before he whispered. "Then youll have to wait tilll Im ready to let you..."<br><br>With him still over her he lifted her knees up and then placed the spreader bar between them, wrapping the leather around her leg, just above the knee and then securing it with the single buckle on the strap. Once the first one was done he moved to the other, going through the same motions till both her legs were secured. With her like that she saw a mischevious smile on his face as he reached down to the center of the bar and pressed down the single holding pin and then extended the bar till it was at the maximum length that she could stand without it hurting her. "Thats better, but were not quite done yet..." he whispered
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 07:55:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She put up a small fight, but in the end she couldn't overpower him. She made small noises as he roughly put her where he wanted her, and her breathing increased dramatically as he spread her legs. She moaned low in her throat, the intensity of the heat in her eyes almost too much to stand. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 08:00:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached forward and grabbed her hands, pulling them forward and holding her wrists together. Part of him wanted to continue to watch her finger herself but another part wanted her to be fully restrained and at his mercy. The latter part won. <br><br>He tied one end of a leather tie around each wrist and then pulled them down to the bar and beyond, holding her there as his nimble fingers wrapped the other end of each strap around her ankles. After a few moment she found herself bent over fully with ankles and wrists tied together, preventing any movement at all and with her like that he rolled her over so she would be on her knees in front of him, her juicy holes completly open to use and with no way to stop him from doing anything he wanted to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 08:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Searlait only moved as much as her restraints comfortably permit, testing their strength. She was looking at her husband in anticipation, thoroughly aroused by her situation. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 08:57:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down into her eyes and smiled before reaching back on the bed and picking up a riding crop. He walked around her once, drinking in the look of her and thinking about what he would do to her. As he came back to her front he let the crop brush against her back and then follow down to her bottom before he gave it a quick smack. He waited a momenta nd began to walk around her again, this time giving her body a quick smack with the tool every other step. <br><br>As he came back around again he kneeled down, rubbing the tip of his cock against her lips as he looked into her eyes. "Thats much better. I like having you restrained and at my mercy, I bet you're dripping now. Wanting to have all your holes fucked...arent you slut?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Masquerade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 03:57:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">((Using her name makes it much more personal than I'd like. Could we maybe edit that out and add a disparaging insult instead?))</span>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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