Inspire me (MND and Dingo)
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				Title: <strong>Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 20:13:58</strong>
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				Kaitlyn sighed, flicking through the endless list of her bookmarked sites. So many had died, were asleep, or getting boring. Most of the sites she just scanned for half a second, then moved on. But not his. She paused when she came to his site. It'd been the same page for months now. Normally she'd have deleted the link from her favourites but she wouldn't bring herself to do that, she couldn't. She let out a sigh again and paused. She'd had enough. For a few weeks now she'd been bored, preparing, ready to go and talk to the man. He wasn't answering the sites guestbook, or her e-mails. She missed his stories, his tales of sexuality and delicious detail. Most writers of sexual content well-sucked. Not him. He was great. He had a real gift. <br><br>He lived in her town. Sure they had never met, but it was possible. He didn't even live that far away. Having a brother who was a computer genius was great for finding out things like that. She'd known for a week and a half about how close they were. She logged off the computer and got dressed, putting on the nicest of her under ware and matching bra before placing over a black mini-skirt and white dress shirt. She had a nice figure, curvaceous, young, toned. She was shorter then average and her ears were a bit small, but she covered them with shoulder length red hair cut into a choppy editorial bob cut. The red hair offset her large glistening green eyes. She was rather attractive, by most standards. <br><br>After a short walk she found herself before a house. She looked at the number on her hand and the number on the door a few times before knocking, just making sure she had the right place. She ran a hand trough her hair as she waited for the door to be answered. She didn't know if he was single or not, married even, no idea. But she knew that he was a great writer, and that he has some of the most delicious fantasies. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 22:02:17</strong>
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				He sat behind his old computer like so many days before. And like so many days before, his fingers hovered above the keyboard as he stared at the white screen that was his word processor. And nothing, absolutely nothing came onto the screen.<br><br>"Blasted Writers Block!" he cursed and picked up his wireless keyboard and threw it against the couch. He was actually still too attached to it to throw it against the wall.<br><br>"Now what ?" he growled hearing someone knock at the door and his eyes snapped to it and he got out of his writing chair, and walked through the short halway towards the front door.<br><br>He yanked open the door about to yell at the next sales representative that came to annoy the hell out of him.<br><br>"WHAT?!?" he yelled before he looked down at girl. Seven foot tall, shoulders that block most sight into the house from the doorway, covered by a tight T-shirt. Brown eyes, almost black hair with just a hint of blond in it, and a nice tan. He relaxed a little bit and leaned against the doorpost, putting his hands in his washed-out jean's pockets.<br><br>"What ?!?" he asked her as his eyes wander over her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 22:14:44</strong>
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				He was bigger then she expected. But she had no complaint, with her being slightly shorter then normal and him bigger then normal it made for quiet a high difference between the two. High differences weren't a problem, in fact whenever she felt kinky (and his stuff always made her feel kinky) she liked the idea of being dominated by someone much stronger and bigger then her. Of someone with ample assets. <br><br>He was not unattractive. He was rather good looking, in her opinion. She could have been biased though, she'd practically fallen in over with him before ever meeting him. Perhaps love was not the word, she just felt an enormous urge to fuck him. The urge had increased tenfold when she had ran out of new stories, and increased again when she saw him. <br><br>And he was glancing over her body. He was looking at her! The feeling of his eyes on her tender flesh made her step closer, he'd have a harder time looking at her legs now, but he'd be in a good angle to look down her shirt. Looking down her shirt would never be called a disappointment. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, she still hadn't confirmed this was the guy, but something about him made her think that he was. He just held an air about him. The entire situation was like an aphrodisiac for her. She hadn't had sex in far too long. <br><br>"Sorry for bothering you- but I have a package for [[Pen name here]]. This is his house isn't it?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 22:41:54</strong>
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				He rolled his eyes and wondered why he had ever been so stupid as to forget to hide his IP from his blogs.<br><br>A wicked smile crossed his expression and then he laughed. "Well if you have a package for my dog, lemme call her." he said and then yelled into the house, "TAI MER!"<br><br>She heard quick patter of dog feet and soon a beautiful Golden Retriever's head looked out at her with curiosity from next to his legs.<br><br>He was laughing softly, actually quite entertained by her. "Or were you looking for the blogger named Timer ?"
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 22:50:34</strong>
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				She quirked a brow at his actions, watching the dog bound forward enthusiastically. He was a cute dog, and Kaitlyn couldn't help but chuckling softly. He used his dogs name as his pen name? That was actually amusing to her, and she didn't know why. Her laugh was soft and airy, very young and very feminine. She was impressed by the fact that such a man as Timer was laughing, smiling at her. It was like a movie fanatic meeting their favourite movie star and finding out he is really a nice guy. It just made her feel good, and pick up some confidence along the way.<br><br>She bent down slightly to be closer to the dog, smiling at it and pet the top of it's head gently. "You're much more innocent looking then I would expect, and all things considered your spelling is very good" She straightened up again, flicking her bangs out of her face. "I believe this dog is an impostor, so you must be Timer. I'm Kaitl-" She paused and smirked softly "Kat69." 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 05:19:56</strong>
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				Aaron's smile faded from his expression even though his eyes kept wandering over her petite body. The Golden Retriever is enjoying the attention that she is giving her, and nuzzled back against her hand, her tail wagging slowly.<br><br>"I'm Tim. Short for Timothy. And I went by the handle of Timer for some time." he said his expression turning angry, "But not anymore. It's all empty up here, and there."<br><br>As he said that he carefully pointed at his skull and then patted the hand against his chest. "The Blog is over. I'm sorry." he whispered, his expression turning sad and he carefully pushed the Golden Retriever back and rested his hand on the door, about to close it.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 18:18:49</strong>
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				Kaitlyn liked dogs, she always had, but of course even as cute as the dog was, Timer was there as well. A cute dog normally got her attention over a person, but Timer exceeded her normal standards for a person. She'd been more interested in his mind then in most of her boyfriends pitiful imaginations. <br><br>She was saddened by his obvious pain and disappointment. It seemed, just from his reactions, as if he had been trying to write after stopping the blog. Maybe he was even still trying. For some reason he was having problems, and it seemed like he didn't even know them. Or he was a good actor and knew she'd bang him to make him write more. It had never been a secret on the blog that Kat loved his tales of delicious misadventures. <br><br>Before he shut the door she placed a hand on it, holding it open. If he really wanted he could shut it against her, but she had the feeling he wouldn't. She could be wrong of course. "You're problem is no inspiration is coming to you, right?" She smiled a little, one foot stepping forward, the short skirt re-adjusting itself to the change in width, shortening and slowing a little more of her thigh. "What if inspiration came right to your door? Could it continue then?" <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 21:07:52</strong>
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				His eyes darted back to hers, and then slid down her body again, furrowing his brow as he dropped into thinking.<br><br>"And you fancy yourself as a little Muse ?" he asked her, harsh mockery in his voice, "You think wiggling that pretty ass of yours to me is actually making me write again ? Do you think that you're the first one who tried ?"<br><br>He slowly shook his head and turned around, leaving the door open and walked into the house.<br><br><em>"Maybe this one is inspiring."</em> he thinks, being so sporting to give her a chance, because not only his blog was succesful, his other books suffered from it too.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 21:20:27</strong>
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				He acted uninterested in his words, but she could tell that he was at least interested in her physically. He was rather resistant. Truthfully she hadn't expected that much resistance. Perhaps he really was trying and failing to find a good inspiration. That was rather depressing. It cast a shadow on her plan, perhaps it wouldn't work. <br><br>Even if it didn't though, she could get a probably good lay from it. Really what was the harm? She was pensive for a moment before answering. "I think I'm the first who'll succeed." Was her reply as she followed him into the house. She shut the door behind her. <br><br>So this was Tim's house. Where the magic happened. Perhaps it was a little crazy to obsess over an erotic blog writer, but that didn't seem to phase Kaitlyn if she noticed it. She was too off-kilter to notice right now. She was in his house. She followed him, glancing around a little, spotting a keyboard on the couch and looking at it, then back to him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 21:38:36</strong>
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				He left the spacious living room, leaving her with the three luxurious counches, a rough wood panelled floor, his desk with the computer on it, with two screens, and his one wall covered entirely with a bookcase. Not television was present, but instead of that the back wall of his house was one big glass door looking out on a very nice olympic pool, surrounded by a huge hedge.<br><br>He returned very quickly from the open kitchen in his hands two bottles of imported beer, condense forming against the cold glass. Moving over the couch with the keyboard on it, he sat down and leaned back.<br><br>"Want one ?" he asked her and opened the other bottle and placed it against his lips emptying nearly half in one gulp. With a glance at her, he then belched rudely. His Golden Retriever looked up and then found herself a place on a free couch, slouching down and sleeping.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 19:27:47</strong>
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				The house was rather nice. Nicer then she had honestly expected. Slowly Kaitlyn made one small round of the room, looking around, out the large window and spotting the large pool. Then she moved over to the bookshelf and began to scan some of the titles curiously. She could tell a lot about people by their books. <br><br>She pondered absentmindedly at his question. Though she wasn't overly fond of beer, she wasn't opposed to it either. And this looked like nice, imported beer. Probably better. She had noticed in her experience that German beer didn't give people hangovers, so she hoped it was a German beer. Not that she intended to get smashed. With a fluid motion she moved next to the couch, taking the extra beer from his hand and moving back towards the shelf.<br><br>Her back was turned when he belched. The base sound caused her green eyes to roll slightly before she turned to face him nonchalantly. She quirked a brow at him slightly then returned her attention to the book covers. "So how many people <em>have</em> tried to inspire you, exactly?" She asked as her hand tipped the beer to meet her lips, taking a small sip. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 20:54:08</strong>
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				Prominently on display in the bookcase were works of literary art.&nbsp; Shakespeare, Dante, Bronte, flanked by well known science-fiction and fantasy books, thrillers and others. Deeper down are subject books on psychology, architecture, art, nature. Harlequin novels, a collection of hardcover playboy issues. And on the bottom shelves, row after row of comics.<br><br>"Well ..." Timothy said and then took a gulp from his beer, "my editor, my mother, and a very long list of fanmail from fans all over the world."<br><br>He had quite a big fanbase for his blog, but like anything on the web, fame is very fleeting, and she was the first one who actually came to visit him. Timothy leaned back, almost over the couch and stared at her.<br><br>"So why did you come ?" he asked and then he belched rudely again.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 21:22:30</strong>
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				A good variety. No one could really say he wasn't eclectic, unless they meant he didn't have many bad contemporary novels. But who could blame him for cutting out those unintelligent typists repeating classic stories and being highly offended by any mention of copying. The books before her were interesting enough to hold her attention until he answered, then she returned to the main area of the living room, taking a seat on the couch across from him. <br><br>She crossed her legs casually and surveyed him easily, the bottle meeting her lips again. She seemed very at ease in his house. She smirked at his list of people. "I'm pretty sure your mother was trying a different inspiration technique then me though- but who knows maybe she wasn't." Kaitlyn stretched out a little on the couch, stretching her arms above her and spreading her legs apart and out a bit before returning them to a crossed position.&nbsp; <br><br>"I came because your stories interest me quiet a bit. I miss them." She took another drink, longer this time, when the bottle left her lips she was smiling. "And I figured you'd be a good lay." 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 22:20:01</strong>
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				His eyes wandered along over her body as she did the same towards the couch and sat down there. A smile crosses his lips when she brought up his mother and the smile grew when she offered him gratuitous sex.<br><br>He laughed at her, and he shook his head. "No, my mother is always the first one to read my manuscripts. So I don't think she would be offering the same inspirational techniques as you are hinting at. My editor did though, but she's really not my type." he said and put the bottle against his lips emptying it in one gulp.<br><br>He stretches his tall body out, smiling at her, and then rose from the couch. "Look here. You're a very attractive lady, I have to say that, but ..." he said letting his voice trail, "My blog was fictional. And I'm not too sure what you want from me. So, when you're done with your beer, I would like you to leave."<br><br>He reached out and picked up his keyboard and walked over to the chair behind his desk and sat down, placing the keyboard on his lap his fingers hovering over the keys, waiting for his muse to give him inspiration again.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 01:26:09</strong>
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				He didn't look uninterested. His eyes took her in and accepted her body, but his words said otherwise. He was being far less willing then she had hoped for. Perhaps there was something wrong with her? His characters were varied, so she didn't know if he liked his women willing or tentative, she'd seen him write both in incredible scenes. <br><br>She took a small sip of the bottle, pensively listening to him. "What is your type then?" Kaitlyn casually placed the beer down on the coffee table, if she didn't finish it she didn't have to go, according to his words, so she planned to simply leave it there unfinished until he wanted her to stay, beer or no beer. <br><br>Watching his transition from the couch to the chair before the computer made her stir. She came from behind him, leaning close, noting with sadness that the screen before him was blank. Still she pressed on, the tips of her red hairs brushing his neck as she lent over to speak softly in his ear. "I want to inspire you. I want to know what I can do to inspire you." Her voice was gentle, tender, like a loving wife trying to coax life back into an exhausted member. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 22:29:11</strong>
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				He chuckled softly when she asked him what his type was, as that was exactly the same question his editor raised when he rejected her.<br><br>When her hair touched his neck and she whispered in his ear he tensed. <em>"Now that my editor didn't do."</em> he thought and he began to laugh softly. He stared at the white screen again, unable to put any word down, wether for the Harlequin novels he wrote, or for his blog, an outlet for all the silly romance stories, so unlike him.<br><br>He swivelled his chair around and looked at the girl who was so insistent in trying to inspire him, and yet even though he appreciated her beauty and her offer, no inspiration whatsoever came to him. She arroused him a little bit though, and he grinned, suddenly inspiration hitting him on what to do next<br><br>"What did you have in mind ?" he asked her, grinning at her.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 23:30:22</strong>
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				She silently cheered for her victory. He was more interested it seemed. The gentle brush of her hair and faint whisper let her onto a thought process. The moves that had worked so far were those two soft subtle movements. Movements more sensual then sexual, but still arousing none the less. She would continue like that then, at least until he progressed. As much as she was really wanting to have him, his delay in action was steadily making him all the more irresistible. <br><br>"Well" She stated, leaning in and resting her hands casually on his knees, not putting her weight right on them, but simply using them as a little extra support as she leaned over to be eye level with him. It wasn't that hard, with him being so tall even while sitting. Her hand shifted, gently up his thigh. Teasingly soft. "Anything. Anything you want." 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 06:31:28</strong>
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				When she placed her hands on his knees, his brown eyes looked within hers for just a bit and then they started to wander again. It was quite evident that he found her physically appealing, but to her offer he only nods. His thoughts drifted off, as it ran past all the things he could do to her, with her, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile, before locking eyes with her again.<br><br>"What should I call you ?" he asked, a hint of mischief showing in the lines in the corners of his eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 19:37:35</strong>
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				She smiled a little, pretty much set by now, in her opinion again. "Well my names Kaitlyn" She smirked coyly, bringing herself down and onto her knees. She crossed her arms over his lap, resting her chin inches away from his package. She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling slightly as they watched him, occasionally breaking eye contact to look down at him before her. "...but you can call me whatever you want." She said with another smirk. As she watched him thinking, pondering what would happen. Now it was a matter of his creativity. And she knew he had an abundance of that. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 07:35:30</strong>
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				In silence he moved his mouth and lips repeating her name and with a smile on his face he watched her kneel leaning her arms on his laps and looking up at him.<br><br>The mischief from his eyes faded again, replaced with frustration, and even though he's clearly aroused by her close presence and seductiveness and his eyes were continuously wandering her body, he did not move.<br><br>"I'm Tim, short for Timothy." he said calmly, on the inside cursing his lack of creativity, as the only thing that came to mind to do with this crazy fan of his was throwing her onto the couch and fucking her until his own lusts were sated and then walk away.<br><br>"I'm sorry. It's not working." he sighed deeply and he leaned towards her placing his strong hands on her shoulders, "I appreciate your attempt."
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 02:58:48</strong>
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				She let out a soft sigh and shrugged, relaxing her muscles a little as she pondered, the left side of her mouth raising in thought. he let out another sigh, looking up at him. She looked down again and smirked at the fabric before her, giving it a gentle nuzzle with her cheek and one firm long lick from her tongue, then she stood up. <br><br>"So you've got no idea why your muse just fucked off hm?" She crossed back to the couch, picking up the beer and then sitting on the armrest, looking at him with her legs crossed. "Have you just not been getting laid, because really I think that's your own fault if you're acting like this for anyone who has tried." She took a small sip, her voice offhanded. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 06:04:32</strong>
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				As she nuzzled the fabric before her, his erection jumped and strained against the pants, and for a second Tim closes his eyes, and let's her walk away.<br><br>After having asked her question, his eyes shot open and he stared at her in anger. He rose from his chair and looked down at her, his brown eyes, set quite angry.<br><br>"You know absolutely nothing about me!" he yells at her, his brown eyes slowly turning much darker, a shadow covering his face. A fluke of light from the outside, but it did add to the dramatic effect. And just as fast as his anger came, he shook his head, letting it hang a little bit, and the anger is replaced with sadness.<br><br>"You are right. I haven't been laid ever since she left me." he admitted and slowly walked away into the kitchen. Timer had looked up at his first outburst and got of her couch to follow him into the kitchen, her head rubbing against his hand.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 15:16:02</strong>
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				She paused, watching the emotional blip before her. He was right of course, she knew nothing about his personal life at all. Most of what she thought about him was wild assuming. Apparently some of it was correct, but some of it was simply wrong as well. The lighting in the house was superb though. But she was more focused on his eyes. Interesting. They simply interested her- the life in them. The sadness. <br><br>She watched him leave and lent back in the chair, taking another small sip. Things had progressed. Now the problem was what to do next. She could still try to bang him, but it did seem like it wouldn't result in any muse being gained. but on the other hand, it would still be getting laid. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 15:43:59</strong>
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				In the kitchen he opened the fridge and took out another two bottles of beer and opened them, taking a huge gulp from one of them.<br><br>"You're crazy, Tim. That girl is offering you sex ... no ... more than just sex and you're rejecting her." he berated himself in silence as he glanced at her from the kitchen and then at Timer. "What do you think ?" he whispered at her, to which the dog barked and wagged her tail.<br><br>Tim nodded and closed the door with a smile, then he turned towards the living room and stood in the open door opening of the kitchen.<br><br>"Tell me, Kaitlyn. If you came here to inspire me, why are you still dressed ?" he asked, his tone sharp, and his brown eyes set dark, but a smile curled around the corners of his lips. Timer stood next to him and barked at her.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 16:02:42</strong>
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				She could hear him talking in the kitchen, but couldn't make out the words. She knew he was asking himself something from the rise near the end of the statement, but she had no idea what. She placed the beer down, pensive. Perhaps this would fail. She really thought an erotic writer would be better at getting laid then this. But she was still interested, if not for his muse then just for him. <br><br>She glanced up when he spoke. The soft glisten in his eyes making her smile in return. Perhaps she <em>had </em>aroused his interest. "Because." She let out a soft chuckle, more like an exhale of air "I wanted you to rip them off of me."
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				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 16:34:52</strong>
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				His look at her hardens, the corners of his mouth moving back, but a twinkle around his brown eyes appeared.<br><br>"That wasn't a question, Kaitlyn." he said, the tone of his voice having turned very dark. "Remove your clothes."<br><br>For a bit he paused to take a sip from his beer and then he ordered: "Now!"
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 16:44:09</strong>
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				She shut her eyes for a moment, listening to the order with excitement. This was so much more like it. More like what she had envisioned, and wanted. It was about time. She had almost finished the beer and left. She was incredibly happy she hadn't. <br><br>She stayed seated on the couch, first undoing the buttons all down her shirt and sliding it off. She had a black and red lace bra on, it was strapless, stopping just above the nipples and holding her secure. She moved her hands to the skirt, pulling it down from the bottom and letting it slide to the floor, exposing her matching panties which were crotchless, exposing most of her tender and hairless sex. She sat on the couch silent, waiting for her next order, or his next move. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 17:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With real interest in his eyes, he watched, his posture relaxing somewhat, and the smile returning to his expression.<br><br>"Well you definately came prepared." he said chuckling as he looks at her crotch, "but I'm pleased by it."<br><br>He walked over to the couch and sat down, his eyes never leaving her, wandering over her body.<br><br>"Show me how much you want to inspire me." he said, leaving the exact nature of that up to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 17:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, moving over to him slowly. She placed her slender fingers on his shoulders very softly, pushing him to lay down on the couch. She climbed on top of him, not touching him but hovering above on her hands and knees. She lent down and placed a kiss on his lips, coming up and speaking softly. "You don't have to do anything if you don't feel like it. It's just there so you can enjoy the show." She said as she flipped herself around, getting into the 69 position with him. She didn't let her knees down though, she let her crotch hover over his face a foot above him, exposed and tender. <br><br>Her hands began to work on his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them slowly, her hand occasionally brushing over the bump in the area as she undid them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 17:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His choices were quite obvious, either watch something he could not reach, or reach something and not get a blowjob and as she freed him from his jeans, revealing his erection, completely scaled to his size, he pondered and then a wicked grin appeared on his face.<br><br>Tim reached out, placing his hands on her pert round butt, and running his hands over the smooth skin for a bit.<br><br>"Really now, Kaitlyn. Is that a way to treat me ? Giving me a choice ?" he said his tone sharp, but not displeased.<br><br>One hand left her butt, and moved down the crack of her ass towards her hairless sex, pressing two fingers together and slipping them in, while his thumb ended up rubbing against her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 18:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She placed her lips over his head, taking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue up and down it slowly, forming small circles around the tip. When he touched her butt she responded nicely, taking him a little more, running her tongue over the underside of his hardened shaft. Her bottom naturally moved down a bit, closer to him but still not in range of his mouth. <br><br>She propped herself on one hand for a moment, reaching back with her free hand and unclipping her bra, tossing it aside and letting her breasts bounce against his pelvis. Because her bottom was higher then her head, her breasts were completely exposed to him. Between them he could see her sucking eagerly on his hardness. He could see absolutely everything from this position. <br><br>When he rubbed against her clit she let a moan reverberate around his shaft, taking him even deeper in gratitude. She began to move up and down, changing the pressure of her lips as she slid over him, almost off the tip, then took him in quickly again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 19:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyed locked on her lips wrapped around his own shaft, his fingers moving inside of her, his thumb rubbing against her clit, he watched. Swallowing deeply, as thoughts crossed his mind, thoughts of what to do to her. Just as fast as those thoughts came they disappeared again, as he gave himself over to the moment, enjoying the feel of her round butt, the glimpses he caught of her sucking his own shaft, and her breasts moving with each slight movement of her body.<br><br>His eyes never moved, dark brown and locked on what they could catch. The hand on her butt moved over her back and then to her side, grabbing one breast, almost roughly in his big hands, and moving it to the side to give him a better view, almost squeezing the soft flesh, while his fingers continued to stimulate her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 19:24:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt him grab her breast and move it to the side. He was obviously enjoying the show, so she kept it up. Warm juices slicked his fingers as he continued to pump at her willing pussy. She knew he was watching so she let her tongue out while holding him deep in her mouth. The tongue brushed against the base of his cock, outside the confides of her mouth where he could see it working. Her hips pumped against his fingers a little, causing her unrestrained breast to move more over his lower stomach, the hardened nipple bouncing up and down against him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 21:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As her lips wrapped around his hardened shaft, he felt himself inspired again, almost as inspired as the day he started the blog that led to all this." Tim said, whispering out loud, his brown eyes still locked on her lips, actually inspired by her actions. His fingers moved around with more enthousiasm, and he coaxed her clit out of it's protective hood and pressed his thumb against it, caressing it slightly rougher. The hand on her breasts, moves down and takes hold of her nipple, gently pulling at it, keeping her breast aside to give him a clear view, rubbing the little nub between his fingers.<br><br>"Not his best blowjob, but the timing was perfect, at a moment he needed it most. He was looking at her round butt, her erect nipple brushing over his stomach, and her tongue extended against his shaft, while she was trying to take it all in. He wished he had more hands, so he could use her puckered rosebud, her other breast. He wished he hand tentacles, so he could use her every orrifice. He wished ..." the blogger spoke and he laughed darkly, "He wished that he knew wether someone expected her back at her place ..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 22:03:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continued to slide up and down his cock, lapping at it enthusiastically. She heard him talking and moved faster. He was narrating. Muse was striking. Just when she'd given up and resided to simply getting some action. His words made her moan again, now pressing down with her hips, forcing his thumb to squish her tender clit. <br><br>She turned her head to the side a little, rubbing the his head over the inside her her cheek while she licked at the tender place where the head turned into shaft. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 22:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"His fingers drove up her wet entrance, her folds already dripping with her juices. He had never seen a girl so enthousiastic at what she was doing. She was truly trying to please him, and at that moment he made up his mind. At the moment he watches her hips meet his fingers." he narrated, over time his breathing becoming heavier fast, being too high strung for quite some time.<br><br>"Her ministrations of his member, no matter that it wasn't his best, slowly caused his balls ... " Tim gasped his hips bucking against her mouth, "caused his balls... oh damn, take it, take it all you sexy Muse."<br><br>Her tall lover tensed up all over his body, involuntarilly pulling hard against her nipple still between his finger and thrusting his fingers deep within her sex. His hips thrusted forwards into her mouth and copious ammounts of sweet, salty semen spurted from his erection and as it kept spurting, he leaned back and sighed relaxed, his eyes closed, yet still whispering between ragged breaths.<br><br>"Caused his balls to churn, his hips to buck trying to drive itself deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth, and then he climaxed, spurt after spurt erupting from the head of his cock, filling her mouth, her throat, and as she could not take more, dripping down the sides of her mouth, yet still she persued, as if trying to empty his balls."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 22:45:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned again and again, her soft voice egging him on. Her soft sex tightening around his skillful fingers. Her tongue doing more then that. She took him in and out of her mouth in quick pumps, feeling his body start to shudder. She took him deep when she felt it coming, trying to take as much of him into her mouth as she could.&nbsp; When he finally came she let out a loud moan, readily taking it all in.<br><br>His small convulsion during the climax made her tense up more. His fingers pinched her hard nipple, his fingers going deeper into her, her mouth filling and almost overflowing with his sweet seed. She couldn't help it. She felt herself start to buck against his fingers longingly, pushing herself the extra inch she needed. Then reaching it. She lifted off of his shaft and let out a loud moan, a few remaining splatters of his climax falling from her mouth. Her thighs rocked slightly and then she came, her sweet juices sliding down his arm as her breathing grew ragged, her breasts rising and falling quickly with her breaths. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 16:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As his member softened every so slightly, he grabbed her hips and pulled her naked sex, dripping with juices from the climax produced by his fingers towards him." Tim said, releasing her breast and pulling his soaked fingers from, and taking her hips, pulling her round butt towards him, his face pressed between her legs.<br><br>His tongue moved with long lashes within her sex, it's lips slightly parted, and still trembling in the afterglow of an orgasm, and the long strong muscle slides over her sex, finding her clit. With slobbering noises he lapped at her sex, taking in as much of her juices, the tip of his tongue brushing against her pink little pearl with each lap.<br><br>His member still stood proudly erect, though less firm as before his climax, throbbing with the beat of his heart, as his tongue worked on her bare snatch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 16:55:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he placed his lips close to her snatch she took him into her mouth again in gratitude. Every time his skillful tongue pressed against her sensitive bead she would take a deep breath, or moan. She had no idea why his girlfriend left him, he was intelligent, attractive, and lacked nothing in the intimacies. He was great. She ran her tongue over him while sucking on his still erect member. He was able to hold his own as well. Kaitlyn would have to be careful or she could see herself falling for him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 16:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands slid forward to her stomach and then up to her chest, resting just below her breasts and with some gentle pressure from his strong arms he lifted her up, her lips away from his shaft, so she was straddling his face. As she rose, his hands moved just a bit further, his fingers caressing the soft underside of her breasts. His tongue moved deep through her sex, his tongue beginning each lap with a lick against her pink little pearl.<br><br>"And as his skillful tongue was working on her sex, he wondered how to keep her. How to bind her so she would not leave. He wondered where this woman's limits lay, as that was the reason another had left him." Tim continued the thoughts for his blog in the quiet calm of his mind as his tongue continued to work.<br><br>Lying on her own couch, Timer watched the couple with the lazy disinterest that only dogs could have.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 16:44:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She let herself be raised up and gently released his shaft from her mouth. When she was upright on his face she could feel his hands slide to her breasts. She shut her eyes and put her hands on top of her head, out of his way. She could feel the softness of his touches to her breast, the caresses sending small shivers down her spine<br><br>Each lick was long and sensuous. He was well trained, starting just high enough to lick her clit every time. She could hear him, but did not respond. It was an internal monologue she was getting to hear. She listened, wanting to stay. He asked himself how to bind her to him, that was easy enough, bind her. She could already imagine the tall man standing over her while she lay handcuffed spread eagle to the bed. Her own imaginings helped to home the sensations she was feeling from below, she released soft erotic moans whenever he pushed a little deeper or harder. Now she really wanted to stay. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 18:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shifted himself just a little bit beneath her causing his nose to press again the lips of her sex. His lips reached out and wrapped themselves around her clit, pulling the little pink pearl towards and into his mouth to meet with his tongue, running around it in small circles. His hands reached up just a little further and his long strong fingers took a gentle hold of her soft breasts, groping the tender flesh gently.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 08:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned, loudly and without restraint. His skillful tongue was exactly what she right now. Her body sighed in pleasure, her nipples hard little pebbles in his hand. She rocked a little against his face, getting more pressure against her reddened clit. She found her mind was stable, the only image she could gather in her head was that of him sucking on her clit. She could feel him grow slick beneath her as her juices began to seep out over him, making his face full of her liquid arousal. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 09:15:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shifted again beneath her, to catch some air, and then he could not help himself but to chuckle, his nose blowing warm hot air in short bursts against her sex, while his lips tightened around her engorged clit, and his tongue ran short circles against it.<br><br><em>"Her sweet juices covered his face, running copiously from her, as his tongue worked on her. Her nipples hardened into his hands. As messy as sex gets, he could not help himself but chuckle as her juices ran down a sensitive spot near his neck."</em> Tim thought still chuckling softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 08:08:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaitlyn let out another moan, her hands reaching down and holding onto his sides. Her smooth palms gently rubbed up and down over his chest, feeling his strong frame. The tongue moving below her was exquisite, the soft blowing of air adding to the sensations throughout her body. She could feel herself starting to give way to those feelings, for the second time in what must have been less then 5 minutes. Her grip on his sides tightened a little, she pressed herself onto him, a soft plea of a moan coming from her lips, begging for release. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 13:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tim stopped chuckling and grabbed her breasts more firm, his tongue and lips almost assaulting the little nub just in front of him when he heard her moan and sensed her pressing down on him further.<br><br>Sloberring he worked down her juices, not actually caring about the mess it would make on his couch, with only a quick mental note to make her pay for it someday.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 20:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moans grew more frequent as he continued, her nails almost digging into him as her grip tightened and she gave over to the sensations flowing through her body. She lent back slightly as it started, her muscles tensing and constricting onto themselves, then quivering as they released, shaking her lower body and sending pleasure through her again as her juices came flooding out, soaking his face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 09:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a big grin on his face he lifted her up and dug his heels into the couch near the armrest and pulled himself free from under her.<br><br>Looking up at her with the grin on his juiced coated face, he laughed at her. "Clean up my face." he ordered her, sitting up straight in a smooth motion and looking&nbsp; straight into her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 20:47:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Normally when her partner laughed during sex she would smack them, or kick them, or something to that effect. Instead this time she found herself chuckling right along with him, a small grin on her face matching his. She lent in and kissed him, sucking her juices away from his mouth. She pried her tongue in and sucked up her juices from within his mouth, as well as some of his own saliva. Then she moved to aroun his mouth, slowly licking over his face and collecting the residue. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dingo</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 07:10:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tim was still smiling when she kissed him and wrapped his hands possessively around her, pulling her towards him and returning her kiss with a passionate hunger. When she began to move to lick her own residue, his face followed the movements of her tongue, his eyes locked on hers with a hint of mischief to them.<br><br>Resting his hand against her butt, his eyes drifted of into the distance again while his face continued the movements.<br><br>"His face covered in her juices, he crawled from under her and sat up ordering her to clean them from his face. For a moment he wondered what good he did to get someone like her on his doorstep, and what it would take to keep her. Just for a moment, for then she was finished cleaning up his face with her tongue." Marc said in an absent voice and then leaned forwards to kiss her hungrily on the lips.<br><br>As his lips left hers, breaking of the kiss, he looked into her eyes again, a strong passion burning there, evident by his throbbing erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Inspire me (MND and Dingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 20:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands slid down to hold his waist as she licked herself off of his face, taking in his skins texture along with her own juices. Once all of that was cleaned off she let her boy relax a little, falling softly onto of him, wrapping her arms around him. She could feel her erection pressing against her bare mound but payed little interest to it, listening to him instead. <br><br>She returned the kiss deeply, longingly. When they broke apart she found herself staring into his eyes, returning the hunger and passion. Then she dipped again, letting their lips meet, this time her touch was more soft, more tender. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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