Johnny Toaster is confused. =/
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				Title: <strong>Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 08:48:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Maddox was beautiful. Everybody said so. Especially the people she'd killed. They used look at her with sad eyes and say, "You're too pretty to be about to kill me." And she'd smile sympathetically and stab the hypodermic needle. But after a while, it just wasn't enough to have a court order to kill people. Plus, government payroll is a pathetic thing. And that is why Maddox is still beautiful, but her victims only have time to think so before they die. <br><br>She was sitting on her side of the bed, reading a book in the light of the bedside table lamp. She wore a navy silk bathrobe, and her hair spilled forward and obscured her lovely face while she read. She was barefoot, and even her feet were attractive. She waited patiently for her husband to get home from work. Asher was a hitman, too. Although, he worked more in conjunction with organized crime units and usually got most of his work from the mob, while Madi got most of hers from more eclectic backgrounds. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 08:56:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Asher came home fairly later, per usual. His job didn't have any particular steady hours and it showed rather badly when he got home in the wee hours of the morning. He shook his head and got out of the car willing himself forward, his wife was up still he saw...the light in their room on. That wasn't all that unusual. She typically was up later than he was....<br><br>Opening the front door with his key the hitman didn't bother to check for message, or look for mail. He simply headed for the bedroom where his wife was reading. "Hey baby." He said rather warmly, giving her a smile as he walked to the closet and removed the sports jacket he had worn. Hanging it up, the pistol holster soon followed. He started unbuttoning his shirt when he asked. 'Been waiting long?" He was wondering when she had gotten home. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 09:03:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">She smiled at him, folding her book shut and placing it silently on the sidetable beside the lamp. "I'm not sure, I wasn't paying attention. Hard night?" She asked, patting the bed next to her to let him know she wasn't angry. As he rounded the corner into their closet, there was a quite suggestive nightie hanging on the barely open door of his wife's armory, all pale pink lace hanging on a wooden hanger that didn't do it justice. <br><br>Maddox smiled, hearing the halt in his footsteps as he saw the new piece of lingerie. She smiled even wider as the silence progressed a few moments. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 09:10:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Asher removed the shirt silently as his wife answered his question and he nodded his head as the shirt was hung to rest on a hanger. "Yes, a particular person just didn't want to die." He shook his head as if it had merely been a bug at the office rather than a 2 mile sprint to kill somebody. He had removed his shoes at the door so now all that was left were his pants. Which he quickly got out of leaving him in a pair of boxers. <br><br>Having seen the pat on the bed he began to make his way there, but a pale color caught his eye. Turning to the closet he saw the new piece of lingerie his wife had bought. And the mere thought of her in it was enough to cause blood to go down instead of up...he was silent for a few seconds before whispering..."Hello..." He turned to give her a questioning glance wondering if she planned to try it on. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 09:20:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">"Hi." Her voice was low and sultry now, her smile mischievous. She raised her eyebrows expectantly, and patted his side of the bed again. "Let's play a game..." She suggested, eyes on him. "Guess What Madi <em>Isn't</em> Wearing," Another grin here. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 09:24:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Asher didn't waste any time to get to his side of the bed, glancing over to his wife as she spoke of a game. "A game?" His voice sounded a bit confused, than downright sullen as he said. 'The nightie?" It was quite apparent that he had hoped she might wear it for him. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 09:29:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Maddox smiled. It was a breathtaking thing to see. "Or...?" She handed him one of the ends to her robe's sash, the only silken piece holding it wrapped around her lovely frame. As he tugged at the small piece of fabric, the bow was undone and the robe fell away from her smooth skin. She knew her husband's sense of humor, and almost said his next words for him, <em>Or... anything else...</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 09:32:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Well if the thought of her in a nightie had started the downward plunge of his blood, the sight of her bare before him finished it. And she'd see a significant bulge against the fabric of the boxers. "or anything else for that matter...." His eyes feasted on her pale flesh and he let a hand trail over one breast before rubbing her nipple. "Hmmmm baby..." He whispered. He had expected to hit the sack when he got home, now it was apparent that he would get to sleep at his wife's behest. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 09:41:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Her eyes followed his every movement as she watched him touching her. There was a beat before she finally smiled again, "Hey baby? Why don't we take advantage of my raging hormones?" She winked at him and laughed softly. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>06-02-2007, 21:26:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">Asher felt himself get heated as he had utterly failed to notice what his wife had been hinting at. She wanted sex! No any teasing, not any foreplay. She simply wanted to lay back and get fucked....well he was down for that. Taking off his boxers he threw them to the side and pulled her back into a laying position under him. Than knowing his wife well he lifted her leg over his shoulder before thrusting into her. Well now he'd be paying closer attention to her signals...</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 08:04:52</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">As he entered his wife, Asher could feel that she was already soaked for him. Which meant she probably had been waiting a while, and that the book she'd been reading was most likely a dirty one. She moaned heavily with that first thrust, throwing her head back in a rush of orange hair. She reached for his arms and wrapped her slender fingers around them, clutching tightly, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted. She made smaller, softer noises as she waited for the next thrust, her breath heavy, her orgasm already begun. The thought might possibly cross his mind that his wife may or may not have started without him, she was just so primed and so very hot on the inside. She was tight too, and Asher had to fight for every inch, until he was inside of her, jockeying for position until her flesh gave just that little bit that would let him pull out. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Johnny Toaster is confused. =/</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 05:24:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10px;" class="bbc_size">He knew enough to know that his wife had been ready for him, and he knew that she would make him work for it. Perhaps not her orgasm, but for darn well everything else. He could hear her labored breathing and feel her clutch him. Ugh he loved this part, her tightness almost made him lose his balance once or twice.....he had to force his way forward every time being reminded by his wife that she was not simply to be ran over, and he had to fight to come back too...damn his wife was tight......he shook his head not even registering how many times that particular thought would cross his thoughts as he fucked her.....</span>
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