The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)
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				Title: <strong>The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:09:43</strong>
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				Dixie plopped down on the porch that stretched the width of the front porch of the ranch house. She had sworn to her father on his death bed that she could run the ranch, but she sure as shooting couldn't do it alone, much as she wanted to. She started cleaning her gun as she thought. She was going to have to bite the bullet and ride into town to post the wanted ad. Might as well get a cook too, she decided.<br><br>The next day, Dixie rode back to the ranch after posting the ad for ranch hands and a cook, then she headed for the barn to milk the cows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:18:40</strong>
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				Lonegan was looking for a brand to ride for before it got too cold that season. He was a friendly enough fella, he thought, but he didn't like the crowded outfits. And he never stayed on long at a place. He liked open space and he liked moving around. <br><br>The Rocking R seemed a likely prospect. Whoever put up the ad needed a bunch of different people, so likely it wasn't that crowded. Lonegan rode his palomino in that afternoon, scoping the spread out as he approached the main house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:20:18</strong>
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				Dixie stepped out of the barn, having finished the milking. She noted the dust in the air, a certain clue that a rider was coming. She started making her way up to the house, brushing the dust from her trousers and blue flannel shirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:28:29</strong>
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				Lonegan rode up, adjusting his gray Stetson as he saw the woman approach. Nice-looking woman too, altogether too nice for a grizzled hand like him. Lonegan was in his late thirties, his dark hair and mustache beginning to gray slightly. His eyes could burn the fierce blue of a younger man, though, when it called for.<br><br>He touched his hat as he approached. "Howdy, ma'am," he said. "Looking for the owner of this spread."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:33:23</strong>
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				Dixie looked up at him, her right eye half closed against the bright sun. "That would be me. Dixie Stallings. You here about the ad?" she asked. He was a nice looking man but of course, Dixie had never been interested in the workings between a man and a woman. She had always been singleminded about working.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:43:47</strong>
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				Lonegan shifted a little uncomfortably in the saddle. He'd heard of women owners before but never worked for one. This was going to be new.<br><br>"Name's Lonegan," he said. "I saw the ad. Looking to ride for a brand for the winter months and into spring."<br><br>Might as well let her know up front he wasn't going to stick around. Some hands were like that, and he was one. He was always honest about it, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:51:08</strong>
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				"Are you good at what you do?" Dixie asked. "I don't want the cattle abused or anything. Abused beef doesn't command a good price at market." She eyed his mount. "I don't think I'd have to worry about it with you, your mount's in good condition."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 22:59:44</strong>
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				"Been top hand on a couple of spreads," replied Lonegan. He may not be the best man at wrangling but he was better than many. He patted the gelding. "He's been with me a while got the right nose for cattle." He looked over the spread.<br><br>"Well, if you want me, ma'am, I'll be setting into the bunkhouse. Do I talk to a top hand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:06:49</strong>
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				"So far you're the only hand," Dixie admitted. "When Pa got sick he let everyone go before I got here. I think he figured I wouldn't want to take over. Goes to show he was wrong."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:10:43</strong>
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				Lonegan blinked. All right then. "Guess it's going to be a lonely bunkhouse, for now," he said. "Let me stow my stuff away, ma'am, and I can pitch in a bit before supper."<br><br>He wondered who'd be doing the cooking. He could cook all right himself, but he hadn't ever worked a place without a cook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:17:16</strong>
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				"Supper will be around six," Dixie called out to him. "Just come on up to the house." She wasn't a great cook by any means but they wouldn't starve. She headed down to the stables to tend to the horses' needs. She grabbed the pitchfork and began tossing filthy hay on to the wheelbarrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:24:03</strong>
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				Lonegan got settled into the bunkhouse, which could probably fit ten or twelve men, and then returned to pitch in with the stables. It was getting too dark to do any serious wrangling. He worked side by side with Dixie for some minutes.<br><br>Tough lady, he thought. And her being a bit messed up didn't do anything wrong to her looks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:32:46</strong>
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				"I'm gonna go wash up and get supper ready. Cold ham good for you?" Dixie asked, her green eyes lighting on him for a moment. If she were the feminine type, she'd be attracted to him. He was rugged and good looking and had an air of that special something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:37:51</strong>
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				Something about those eyes sent a shiver though him. But he kept his cool. "Fine by me, long as the coffee's hot," he said. He suddenly realized he'd need to wash up, too. He figured he didn't mind for her.<br><br>When he got back to he main house after washing up and changing his shirt, the snow had started to come down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 01:51:32</strong>
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				Dixie frowned when she looked out the window at the softly falling snow. She was dressed in black linen slacks, her one concession to being female, and a plain pink shirt. Her still damp hair was pulled back with a leather thong.<br><br>She checked the coffee and smiled. Hot and fresh. From the oven, she pulled scalloped potatoes that she had quickly pulled together and set it on the stove to keep them warm while she waited for Lonegan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:00:03</strong>
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				"Coming down out there," said Lonegan as he entered. He had put on a fresh shirt and washed, but walked in with the same Stetson and jeans he had ridden in on. The woman's slacks didn't do anything to hide her figure, he thought.<br><br>"Smells good," he added, going ahead and setting the table. It was going to feel funny being with a woman alone in a place like this. Usually, he was with women in brothels.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:07:12</strong>
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				"Yeah. I hope it's not too bad, or it'll put our work way behind. Not to mention, hinder us from getting any more help," Dixie replied, bending ever so slightly to make his plate and set it in front of him. Then she fixed her one. "Snow sure is pretty though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:16:24</strong>
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				"Bad weather tends to drive away hands," Lonegan said. His eyes followed her form as she bent over. He suddenly imagined him bent over her as she.....he put such thoughts out of his mind.<br><br>"But you are right. Something pretty about snow. Can be dangerous and treacherous. But pretty." He began digging into his food. "Mighty nice vittles, ma'am."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:23:53</strong>
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				"Thanks. I know enough about cooking to keep us from starving, anyway," Dixie laughed, "Just don't expect fancy." She poured them each a cup of coffee and set out the creamer and sugar before sitting down as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:26:28</strong>
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				"This is fancy for me," said Lonegan, chuckling back. She had a very pretty laugh. <br><br>"You inherit this place, ma'am?" he asked, as he drank coffee with her. Without really realizing it, he had scooted his seat a mite closer to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:32:41</strong>
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				"I did," Dixie replied. "I grew up here and then went East for schooling. I was still out there when Pa took sick. I came home as fast as I could, but not fast enough to stop Pa from letting everyone go. But I aim to make a success of it again, just for Pa."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:41:40</strong>
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				"Well, I hope I can help you do it," Lonegan replied. "Back east, huh? No man over there try to marry you?"<br><br>He could almost picture her back east, but picturing what the east was like puzzled his mind. What he could imagine was men swarming over her favor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:44:47</strong>
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				Dixie smiled sheepishly. "I never learned proper manners to entice any young man. The few times I was invited anywhere, I got all of the silver and plates mixed up. My dancing left alot to be desired as well. I fear I was more like a fish out of water. One reason I didn't hesitate to come home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 02:51:41</strong>
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				Lonegan's brow furrowed at that. Then he smiled at her, but with his eyes this time. "I'd say you turned out all right, ma'am," he said. "Have to say I'm glad you came back." <br><br>He fixed her eyes for just a moment longer then stood up. "Let this old cowpoke do the dishes," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:08:15</strong>
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				"Thanks. It goes to show I'm more at home in the West," Dixie admitted. "I'll dry them. Idle hands and all of that," she admitted with a grin as she grabbed some of the dishes to carry out to the kitchen. Her gaze met his and she found herself unable to look away. Her lips parted, ever so slightly, although she wasn't aware of&nbsp; doing it.&nbsp; The howl of the wind broke the spell, causing her to glance toward the window. "Looks like it's going to be a bad one after all," she said before moving to the kitchen door. Dixie whistled softly as she walked out to the kitchen, her hips swaying ever so slightly and set the dirty things on the counter next to the sink. Pa was always up on new-fangled stuff. She was glad for it, since it usually made life easier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:25:04</strong>
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				When her lips parted he was conscious of this feeling that shot through his chest. He forced it down deep as he focused on the task before him. But he couldn't help watching the sway of her hips as she walked. He looked down at the sink and began washing up.<br><br>"It is a bad one," Lonegan said. "Maybe a good thing that I got here to work today." He felt suddenly as if he were on dangerous ground, and added quickly, "Not that you're not capable, ma'am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:32:28</strong>
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				"I will say this is one of those storms that could make a person alone feel a whole lot more alone," Dixie said, then turned to face Lonegan. "I'm glad you're here. And that you answered my ad." Her eyes glittered as she looked up at him, feeling the thumping of her heart again. "You ought to stay up here at the house tonight. If memory serves, the bunkhouse isn't all that warm." She reached for the plate that he was washing, her hand brushing his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:38:28</strong>
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				He was finding himself getting lost in those eyes. When she suggested he stay here tonight his heart leaped. "Well, I guess I could sleep on the couch...." And then her hand brushed his. He felt a shock of heat shoot up his arm as the plate slid under the water.<br><br>"...So as not be a bother," he breathed, his eyes fixing on hers once more. He should turn his head away. But he found he couldn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:41:46</strong>
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				"Nonsense. It's...no bother at all," Dixie said, a hitch in her voice. Her heartbeat and gone erratic when their hands had touched. "I have extra bedrooms, no reason for you to sleep on the couch." She couldn't turn away either, Dixie was getting lost in his eyes as well. Her tongue darted across her lower lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:44:38</strong>
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				"Well, that's nice to know," said Lonegan. His breathing was getting heavier, and the funny thing was he could hear himself. The damndest thing, with the snow coming down and the wind howling.<br><br>As their eyes fixed on each other, Lonegan's hand found hers under the soapy water. Suddenly he clasped her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:48:57</strong>
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				Dixie very nearly swooned at the contact. Her breath caught. She hadn't even realized she knew how to swoon. Her fingers curled around Lonegan's as she inched herself closer to him. She dropped the dishcloth and reached for his other hand, wrapping her fingers around it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 03:55:00</strong>
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				He could hear her breathing now as she stepped in close to him. He fancied he could hear her heartbeat as well, although that seemed pretty crazy. For a long moment he just stared at her face as they held each other. <br><br>Then he unclasped one of her hands so that he could pull her to him. And then his lips closed over hers as he crushed her body to his, warming her against the cold outside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 04:02:09</strong>
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				Dixie was certain she was going to melt into a puddle on the spot. Her lips moved hungrily against his, her free hand going up to tangle in his hair. She moaned softly as her lips parted, her right leg nestling between his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 04:07:29</strong>
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				His body locked against hers, his arm going around her waist as the kiss deepened. When she opened her lips his tongue darted out to dance against hers. When he finally pulled away he was nearly gasping. His eyes burned fiercely into hers.<br><br>"Not gonna be gentle," he warned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 04:15:11</strong>
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				"Gentle's dull," Dixie replied huskily. Her eyes met his, dark with lust and need. "Mark me yours." She gazed at him, her breathing heavy. An instinct as old as time led her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 04:45:21</strong>
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				He twirled her about suddenly, pushing towards the table. He bent her over it, his body pinning hers from behind as he pushed his face against hers, his breath hot in her ear. <br><br>"Can you move, Miss Stallings?" he rasped in her ear. For some reason, it felt right to keep calling her that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 04:49:00</strong>
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				It was an odd question but for some reason, it sent a thrill through Dixie. She tried to squirm and see what she could move. Her eyes never left his. "I can move my arms and legs, but that's about it," she said breathlessly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 04:55:47</strong>
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				He kissed her neck and cheek as he unzipped her slacks. "Good." His hand went into her pants, grasping at her sex. "Can't have a spirited filly moving about too much, can we, Miss Stallings?" He slid a finger inside her as kissed her lips again, then grabbed at her hair so her eyes were fixed on his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:02:30</strong>
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				Dixie's eyes went half-closed, her hips inching toward his hand. She wasn't entirely certain what his intentions were, but she wasn't frightened. She knew she should be, of course. Her foot inched around until it was behind his leg, sliding up and down as her breathing grew heavier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:22:26</strong>
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				He kept kissing her as he fingered her below. He let their legs intertwine as they kissed, then he realized he need more from her. He withdrew suddenly and ripped her shirt in two, breathing hard as he did so. <br><br>Now he flipped her over once more, with her back on the table. He roughly grasped at her slacks, tearing them off. All the while his eyes focused on hers, harsh with lust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:25:33</strong>
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				Dixie's eyes widened as he rended her clothing into tatters. Her own breathing was rapid and harsh. She too couldn't seem to get enough and she lifted her arms, her fingers coming to rest on his back. Her gaze darkened with need, her knees spreading apart for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:31:11</strong>
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				Lonegan didn't take off his pants---yet. Using her own torn shirt he suddenly but carefully bound her wrists together above her head. Then strung the fabric along so he could tie her to a nearby chair. The effect was to have Dixie's arms pinned back behind her as her legs spread.<br><br>Only then did he unbuckle his jeans, stripping down to reveal his hardness underneath.<br><br>"Tell me what you want, Miss Stallings..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:38:44</strong>
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				"Oh my," Dixie said softly, suddenly finding herself without the use of her hands. Her gaze remained on Lonegan. "What I want?" she asked, still breathless. "I want you...inside me...." she pleaded, "Please," she begged, hooking her other foot behind Lonegan's other leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:41:41</strong>
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				Lonegan grinned, teasing her with his manhood. Which was sticky with own precum. He rubbed it along her sex, reveling suddenly in being able to control her.<br><br>"Didn't hear you, Miss Stallings..." he said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:47:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dixie attempted to squirm. "I said I want you. Inside of me. Please," she said, her voice louder. "I'm a woman of simple needs and wants," she added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:50:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without any warning, Lonegan slid himself inside her. He sank balls-deep into her, letting out a breath of relief. He throbbed inside her as he grabbed her hair, wrenching her head up.<br><br>"That better?" he rasped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:38:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes...." Dixie panted out, her sex clenching his member. She dug her fingernails into the wood of the table, her legs moving up to wrap around his waist. "God yes...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:51:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," Lonegan rasped back. He pulled her onto him roughly as he plundered her with steady but harsh strokes. Dixie's binds tugged hard against her wrists with each pull, marking them red.<br><br>"You like being tied, don't you....." he said as he moved inside her. The chair jerked each time each time her hands got pulled away from it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 05:59:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dixie alternately squealed and moaned as her body rocked, pulling her wrists tighter together. "Oh yes..." she grunted..."I do..." she said, listening to the chair rocking against the hardwood floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 06:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lonegan adjusted Dixie's right leg, swinging it over his shoulder. It gave him a deeper angle to work himself into her. He bit gently on her calf as he pulled her ever harder onto him.<br><br>"You beautiful girl..." he rasped. The chair now knocked hard against the table, and with more frequency as the binds burned at Dixie's wrists.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 06:11:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dixie gasped and moaned softly, her hips trying to arch ever closer to him. Her fingers curled, the nails digging into her palms. "Oh my God.....Lonegan!!!!<br>she cried out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 06:16:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abruptly, Lonegan stopped. His member throbbed inside her, but he held steady, not moving inside her. He pulled out, leaving her legs spread and her wrists bound as he stood before her, his chest heaving.<br><br>"Maybe we need more rope for you, Miss Stallings. For your legs, I mean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 06:19:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dixie blinked for a moment, her body aching and yearning.&nbsp; She breathed heavily, her eyes hooded. Lips parted, she nodded. "Yes. Rope. Legs," she said breathlessly. "No. Need you. Back inside me..." she pleaded.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 06:22:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shut up, boss woman," said Lonegan roughly. He picked up some rope hung up on the wall, then placed two chairs next to each of her legs. He roughly tied each of her ankles to the chairs, force-spreading her.<br><br>Lonegan knew his knots; now Dixie could barely move. He put a rough hand on her right inner thigh and ran it up. "Got tied good and helpless, don't I?" he said, his eyes glinting with lust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 21:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dixie's eyes widened when she realized just how helpless she was indeed. Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath. "Yes, yes you do," she panted out, her entire body at his mercy. A soft little moan escaped her at the end of her answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 02:55:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lonegan grinned, one hand running over Dixie's thigh. Then with his other hand he forced two fingers abruptly inside her. He dug into her mercilessly, his thumb flitting over her clit.<br><br>"I can do whatever I want, can't I, Miss Stallings," he said, his eyes roaming over body, and coming to rest on her gaze once more. "Ain't nothing you can do about it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dixie struggled lightly, a primal sound escaping her even as she panted. "Y....yes....you can. Nothing I can do to...." she moaned. "Stop you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:45:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He withdrew his fingers and teased her once more with his cock. "You're awfully wet Miss Stallings," he said. "You want this inside you...?"<br><br>His other hand ran over thigh and hips as he spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 17:48:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmm....yes....please...." she begged. Dixie's breath caught in her throat. "Please......" she whimpered again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Rocking R (Cindy1/Shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 18:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lonegan grinned back at her. This time he very slowly slid his cock into her trapped pussy, moaning softly as he did so. He filled the tied up woman entirely, pushing in up to his balls.<br><br>"You can't escape me, Miss Stallings," he murmured as he began moving inside her.<br><br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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