I've got you where I want you (Whitey and Secretwriter)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Secretwriter on 02-10-2009, 23:05:01</h2>
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				Title: <strong>I've got you where I want you (Whitey and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 23:05:01</strong>
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				Yaro looked around at the crowds of people in the bar, his blue eyes landing on this or that person here or there.&nbsp; Everyone seemed to be having a good night but for the two drag queens that had imbibed a bit too much and were now arguing over clothing and who looked better in what.&nbsp; He personally didn’t care if one looked better in a blond wig than the other did and wished that they’d just take it outside so that the rest of the clientele could enjoy their drinks and flirting in peace.&nbsp; <br><br>He highly doubted that it would happen though, at least willingly, as one of the bouncers circled the outskirts near the pair that was bickering and was judging to see if they’d calm down or if he’d have to step in.&nbsp; Yaro voted on stepping in and kicking out but that was just his opinion.<br><br>He drug his hand over his blond, spiked hair to make sure that it was still in place. He really adored the new gel that he’d been using but there was always the chance that it would fail when he needed it the most.&nbsp; He liked looking his best; being clean and always smelling good.&nbsp; He wore a soft white silk shirt with black slacks and black loafers.&nbsp; He dressed to impress and the tail of his shirt was tucked in and his belt firmly fastened around his hips. <br><br>He took another drink from his glass and eyed the young man at the table nearby.&nbsp; The man was quite handsome and he was seriously considering going over to see if he wanted company.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: I've got you where I want you (Whitey and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 14:46:29</strong>
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				Dave was sitting down at a table near to the bar, listening to the music they were playing and sipping his drink - a JD and coke - just generally relaxing. He wasn't too sure why exactly he had come here, on his own nonetheless, but he was here now, might as well enjoy himself. Running a hand through his short-ish black hair, trying to tame the natural look he had going - his hair just did whatever it wanted, gel or no gel, so he just left it to get all messed up - Dave took a look around the bar. <br><br>There didn't seem to be much going on, nor any particularly good looking people here, boys or girls. Well, there were a few, but by the looks of it they were already swapping DNA with each other. Oh well. Then, the gaze of a blond-haired man over at the bar caught his eye. Dave's eyes widened slightly as he stared back. Wow, that guy was pretty good-looking... with a slight blush tinting his cheeks pink, Dave smiled at the man, inviting him over to the table silently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: I've got you where I want you (Whitey and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 04:25:02</strong>
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				Yaro couldn’t help but to stare at the man with the short, dark hair but he failed miserably.&nbsp; It was hard to tear his eyes away from someone who he found to be so attractive. He finally tore his eyes away and turned his attention back to the arguing drag queens. Yep. There it was. A blow.&nbsp; One of the ‘ladies’, really female or not they sure weren’t acting like the ladies they professed to be, had jerked on the extensions that the other wore.&nbsp; Now there was one lady minus a wig and the other yelling.&nbsp; Both were being escorted out by the bouncer.&nbsp; <br><br>A small grin passed over his lips before he risked a glance back at the dark haired man.&nbsp; Their eyes locked and unless he was mistaken the man blushed.&nbsp; Either way he was invited over.&nbsp; He walked to the table and sat.&nbsp; “I’m Yaro, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”&nbsp; He reached out for the man’s hand to shake it in greeting.&nbsp; He had a gentle grip that was just tight enough to be meaningful.&nbsp; A loose handshake could never be trusted.&nbsp; Now all the man had to do was to take his hand…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: I've got you where I want you (Whitey and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 15:30:02</strong>
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				Watching as the other man made his way over to the table, Dave studied him appreciatively. He was even better looking in motion than stationary. Fiddling with the top button of his shirt, leaving it undone - a small patch of his relatively pale skin framed by the collar - Dave nodded to the other man as he sat down. Reaching out to grasp the man's hand in his own, returning the firm handshake just as firmly, he replied to the introduction. "Hey, Yaro, I'm Dave. Nice to meet you too." <br><br>A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth caused a dimple to appear, as he released Yaro's hand - kinda wanting the contact to last. "Er, can I buy you a drink, at all?" He asked politely. His own glass was empty now, and he was going to get another one, so why not appear to be all generous and gentleman-ly and offer to buy Yaro a drink as well? That was Dave's thinking, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I've got you where I want you (Whitey and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 02:08:25</strong>
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				From far away the man was simply breathtaking. Close up the man, now Dave in Yaro’s acquaintance, was far more than that.&nbsp; He was beautiful, exquisite, a sight to behold.&nbsp; His eyes flew to the open button of Dave’s collar and the pale skin that peeked through. His fingers twitched to touch it and his lips itched to sample its flavor.<br><br>He scolded himself for thinking like a beast, for thinking only about the sexual natures but he knew that he heard about sex day in and day out for hours a day.&nbsp; He couldn’t be blamed for having sex on his mind. He just had to show the proper restraint.&nbsp; <br><br>“That would be lovely if I can buy the next round,” he said with a smile.&nbsp; He knew that he was capable of buying his own drinks but the man was making a gesture.&nbsp; Saying no because he probably, as was typical, made more money would not start things off well.&nbsp; Instead he opted to buy rounds equally.&nbsp; <br><br>“So what do you do for a living?” he asked casually, his gaze raking over Dave’s form again.&nbsp; The eyes. Oh the eyes.&nbsp; Yaro smiled as his gaze locked with Dave’s.&nbsp; “You have beautiful eyes, Dave.&nbsp; I think that a man could get lost in them.”&nbsp; &nbsp;And oh would he like to.&nbsp; First things first though.&nbsp; He wanted to get to know the male, to find out what he liked and what he thought about unless Dave had other ideas. He was open and not against a one night stand but he preferred there to be a level of intimacy. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: I've got you where I want you (Whitey and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 12:47:25</strong>
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				"Sure, next round is yours, then." Dave said, a grin flashing across his face for a second before vanishing back into that cute smile of his. He was about to get up and go to the bar to order, when Yaro asked him a question and said that he had beautiful eyes. Settling back down into his seat - the drinks could wait a few minutes - Dave felt a little bit of a blush tinting his cheeks pink. "Er, thanks! I'm a student, studying physics. How about you, Yaro?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: I've got you where I want you (Whitey and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 05:49:42</strong>
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				“Ah. A student.&nbsp; That explains it.”&nbsp; He wasn’t going to say what that explained until he was asked but he would when that time came.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m a psychiatrist.&nbsp; More specifically, I specialize in marriage counseling and sexual therapy.”&nbsp; He wondered absently if Dave might like a hands on demonstration.&nbsp; He’d be all too happy to oblige his young drinking partner.&nbsp; His eyes roamed over Dave’s body with a smile.&nbsp; <br>
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