The Gold Digger (Stattick & Valerian)
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				Title: <strong>The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>31-03-2008, 06:00:35</strong>
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				“I’m drunk,” he said, nodding seriously at the reflection in the mirror. The exaggerated motions and serious look on his face set him to laughing. He was a happy drunk, most of the time anyway. This was no exception, he was drunk, and he was happy. He was also feeling horney, and hopeful that he’d get to nail the girl that was using his bathroom.<br><br>So, he’d gotten the nerve up to ask Michelle out a second time, and not surprisingly, she had said yes. The first time, she had said yes, but then seemed to change her mind later. She wasn’t really cold to him, but just wanted “to be friends.” Then, weeks later, she found out that he was due to receive a large inheritance, and then she seemed to be all over him. She never asked him out per se, but hints abounded. Back when he was still struggling to pay off the IRS, she only wanted to be friends, but now that he had somewhere in the high five figure or low six figure chunk of money coming soon, then she suddenly hinted about being more then friends. He’d concluded that she must be a gold digger.<br><br>At first that turned him off of her. But he hadn’t been dating at all, and had just been in a sort of funk ever since the divorce, and loosing his grandmother like he had did not helped his spirits. So he figured that she was only interested in the money that he was soon to receive from his grandma’s estate. Really, he was less interested in her, and more interested in just getting out and doing something, and getting a piece of tail. Well, getting a piece of tail in every possible way he could think of, and making that cute girl that was ten years younger then he was earn the hell out of every cent he spent on her. He was pretty sure that he could chase her off later by just getting too kinky with her. Ask a girl to do something she didn’t want to once or twice, and she would just put her foot down. Demand it, and just keep demanding more and more outrageous behavior, and she was sure to walk away. So that, in its simplicity, was his plan.<br><br>So, he’d asked her out again. They’d taken the long drive up to Six Flags Magic Mountain in his car. They had fought about the music some on the way, but he won that argument, more or less. Well, his argument actually seemed to have a logical reason for it. Don’t annoy the driver with music he or she doesn’t like, you don’t want a distracted driver with a pounding headache. But he’d kept the music fairly innocuous. Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Disturbed, and Godsmack were the main bands that he played on the trip; he stayed away from the more aggressive music like Slayer and Pantera. <br><br>The day had gone pretty nicely. The weather was beautiful, the crowds weren’t too bad, and they’d gotten along rather nicely the whole day. He teased her about her “bad Canadian blood” but she counter attacked after finding out he was part Hispanic. They bantered about the horribleness of each other’s music, and she repeatedly assured him of his Geekitude because he liked science fiction, fantasy, The Discovery Channel, and The History Channel, yet he’d never seen a single episode of American Idol or Dancing with the Stars. Why would he subject himself to horrible music by watching that kind of crap? he argued.<br><br>It was also a tiring day. They had arrived before the gates to the park opened, and stayed on past sunset. Finally, they’d started the long trek back to San Diego. Despite being tired, neither of them seemed to be in a hurry to end their “first” date. But could you really call it a first date when it was between two people that had been working together for a few months like they had? But both of them were tired too. So they stopped at a nice quiet bar near his place, and they started drinking. The next couple of hours whizzed by, and Charles had managed to get really drunk. Michelle was pretty toasted too, but not as badly as he was. She demanded that he let her drive back to his place, but really they should have just taken a cab. Fortunately, it was only a few blocks, and she managed the drive without crashing or getting pulled over. <br><br>Charles figured that she’d just hop in her car and take off once they got back to his place. But she wanted to come in to use the restroom. He wondered if she was just making an excuse to come in hoping that he’d make a pass at her. Yeah, that was probably it. He stood in the living room, looking at the mirror, waiting for her to come out. His legs were sore from walking all day, undoubtedly like hers were. But he did not want to go sit and wait for her. Right now, sitting was the enemy. He figured that if he plopped down on the comfortable sofa, he wouldn’t be getting up until his bladder demanded it. He’d probably just watch her walk out the front door if she tried to, instead of actually making a play for her like she wanted. So he stood, and waited. <br><br>As he looked in the mirror, he still couldn't figure out whether he was attractive or not. He was such a bad judge of that; pretty much, he thought all guys looked like goobers. His dirty blond hair was cut rediculously short, not like the halcyon days of long hair that he once lived in. He still had all of his hair, but there was just a touch of grey coming out if one looked closely enough. His goatee gave him an edge in not looking all vanilla and rediculously normal. His blue eyes were especially squinty looking with the booze, and his over long eyelashes tried to tangle with each other, but the booze made the mild irritation something easy to ignore. There were his high and heavy cheek bones, expansive forehead, and a nose that to him just looked "normal". His heavy eyebrows helped to add to the less then savory look he went for. He didn't talk about it frequently, but he actually had to pluck above his nose, like a woman, to keep his eyebrows as two seperate entities, instead of a bushy line of brown that went all the way across his face. Like normal, he had worn all black today, including a pair of heavy biker boots, and a leather jacket. He lit up a smoke, and exhaled at the mirror. Well, he still couldn't figure out if he was attractive, but he did look kind of dangerous, and that was good enough for him. <em>Was that the bathroom door closing</em>, he wondered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>31-03-2008, 20:57:22</strong>
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				It was indeed the bathroom door closing, and soon Michelle reappeared.&nbsp; She was less staggeringly drunk than he was, but definitely still tipsy, and moving more carefully than usual.&nbsp; Exhaustion, combined with the alcohol, was making her more than a little dizzy, and she hated the idea of being a falling-down, messy kind of drunk.&nbsp; Besides, she had to keep her wits about her.<br><br>She still wasn't sure if she wanted to try to marry him or not.&nbsp; That would be difficult -- he was still gun-shy, he was sure, after the apparently messy divorce he'd already been through -- but it would be more certain than anything else.&nbsp; Still, she'd probably just have to aim for moving in.&nbsp; That was relatively permanent, even these days, and she'd have a good chance to see for herself what kind of money he'd have and where he liked to spend it.<br><br>She'd dressed down for this kind of a date, of course -- tight jeans to show off her curves, just low-slung enough (and her tank top just short enough) to reveal a nice line of tanned, firm skin when she bent down or leaned over.&nbsp; The windbreaker she'd been wearing had been tossed aside, and she was sorely tempted to do the same with her boots -- delicate, mid-calf length leather boots with slight heels, that looked fantastic with her jeans, but were starting to make her feet scream for mercy.&nbsp; Not the best choice for that much walking, and she doubted he truly appreciated that particular sacrifice.<br><br>Her hair was darker than his, just past blonde and edging towards brown.&nbsp; Normally it brushed her shoulders, but today it was pulled back into a ponytail and out of her way.&nbsp; Now, she leaned against the doorway to the living room, smiling to herself as she looked him over, much as he'd just been doing.&nbsp; He wasn't bad-looking, luckily for her.&nbsp; That was an unexpected bonus, though she wasn't exactly into the bad-boy look.&nbsp; But it worked for him, and she didn't mind a little bad-boy behavior now and then, and of course one large, minimum five-figure consideration made all that unimportant, anyway.<br><br>He seemed to be waiting for something, she thought, and she could only hope it might be the same thing she was waiting for.&nbsp; "It's been quite a day," she said finally, reaching back to unfasten her hair and let it float free over her bare shoulders.&nbsp; "Any ideas as to how we can cap it off?"&nbsp; She smiled openly now, again letting her eyes wander over him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 18:59:21</strong>
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				He looked appreciatively at her when she let her hair down. She always had to wear it up at work, so he had only seen it down a few times at casual meetings when she'd been called in to attend something on her day off. With her hair down and flowing naturally, it framed her face in a much different way then normal, and made her look all the more beautiful. He smiled, and took a few steps toward her.<br><br>This was the awkward part for him. He wasn't all that articulate when faced with a beautiful woman that he wanted, and even less so when it came to trying to get her in bed. However, alcohol emboldened him. He didn't try at any witty repartee; it rarely worked for him anyway. However, where his conversation was clumsy, his mouth was smooth and passionate. If she would do something other then pull away startled, then he thought that he could have her tonight. It had been far too long since he'd had a woman at all, much less one this young and beautiful.<br><br>Without a single word, but only with a hungry look in his eyes, he stepped up to her. He slipped his hands around her, and leaned in to kiss her. If she would just accept the kiss was the only question. He could steal a woman's breath with a good kiss; make her melt in his arms. After a good first kiss, he'd had women ask him in a breathless fashion, "Where'd you learn to kiss like that?" He honestly didn't know, it just came naturally to him. It was perhaps because he put everything into a kiss; he didn't hold back, didn't think, just rode the emotions and hormones, and just acted on instinct, giving or taking or alternating between the two, depending on how the woman reacted... if she just didn't pull away in shock that was.
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				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 20:18:52</strong>
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				Michelle was a bit surprised, she had to admit.&nbsp; He was rarely at a loss for words at work, and though she had flattered herself that he might be nervous at this point, faced with an attractive and willing woman, she hadn't expected his nervousness to take quite this form.&nbsp; He was letting his actions speak for him.&nbsp; Well, that was fine with her, and she wasn't about to pull away.<br><br>She did keep her cool, though.&nbsp; He was a good kisser, surprisingly -- actually, she wasn't quite sure why that surprised her, but it did.&nbsp; Maybe it was just the age difference, but of course that only meant he had more experience.&nbsp; But good as he was, edging on great, she couldn't let herself get too distracted.&nbsp; She would enjoy herself, of course, but she also had to remember the larger prize.<br><br>Though she kissed back, she tried not to be too eager at first.&nbsp; If he felt like he had to win her over a little, it might feed his ego, and make him think of her as more worth keeping.&nbsp; They both knew why she was here, but it was much more fun not to discuss that openly, so they could both pretend.&nbsp; He could pretend that he persuaded her to be there, charmed her into it; and she could pretend that he loved her a little.<br><br>So she slowly began to kiss back, with real enthusiasm.&nbsp; It was official, he was a great kisser, but she'd been told she wasn't so bad herself.&nbsp; She could keep up with him, she was sure, though for now she let him lead.&nbsp; Her body pressed against his instinctively, but beyond that, she would stick to his pace, whatever that might be.&nbsp; She just hoped it wasn't too slow...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 21:09:54</strong>
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				He kissed her deeply and passionately, pouring himself into her. His hands wondered over her back, to her long hair, or to her ass in tight jeans without a single thought to guide them. He gripped her with strong arms, pulling her into him, and then melting against her. He didn't think about it when he reached down with both hands to her ass, and lifted her off the floor. One hand stayed put, splayed out over her ass, holding her weight, while the other ran up her back, pulling her into him. She was higher then him now, and he had to tilt his head back to continue kissing her. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, and gently bit it between his teeth, sucking on her, and flicking his tongue up and down on her lip. The beginning of his erection could be felt against her belly.<br><br>He wanted her, now. Again, without a thought as to planning, or thinking about what he did, he tossed her light form right over his shoulder, and started walking toward the bedroom. As her shirt rode up, it revealed a long strip of flesh there, next to his cheek. As he put one foot drunkingly in front of the other, he turned his face, and put his teeth to her sensitive flesh. He bit hard enough to hurt, to leave a mark, but not hard enough to bruise or bleed. It somehow pleased him that he was leaving a mark on her.
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				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 22:33:28</strong>
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				Feeling even more tipsy now, Michelle just giggled when he lifted her up.&nbsp; The position made her cling to him instinctively, but that was all right.&nbsp; He was still a great kisser from this angle.&nbsp; Now she could feel something stirring below as well, and that was a good sign for her.&nbsp; Even drunk and tired, she was making things happen for him.&nbsp; She wondered how big he was, and made a mental note to act like he was huge no matter what.<br><br>The next thing she knew, she was over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, being carried off in what she had no doubt was the direction of his bed.&nbsp; She squealed at the sudden movement, losing her breath a little as his shoulder pressed into her stomach.&nbsp; "Hey, are we playing caveman?" she asked, still just drunk enough to giggle even though she was getting a little nervous.&nbsp; Sex was one thing -- she knew she'd have to sleep with him, probably often -- but just how forceful was he going to get?<br><br>Then he bit, and in her surprise, she swatted his backside -- not hard, but enough to let him know she was there, and had opinions as to what he was doing.&nbsp; "Ow!&nbsp; Careful.&nbsp; Don't eat me alive," she said, her giggle definitely a little nervous now.&nbsp; He <em>was</em> playing caveman... and she'd have to go along with it, it seemed....
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				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 23:18:08</strong>
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				"Eat you alive..? Hmm... sounds fun," he said as he carried her down the hall toward his bedroom.<br><br>Once he got her where he wanted her, he set her down on the edge of the bed. "Staaaay..." he told her as he turned away and walked out of the room. He walked back into the hall, and open up the linen closet. He grabbed two large pillar candles off of the top shelf, and walked back in. He set one on the tall chest of drawers, and pulled his lighter out of his pocket. He lit the candle, and then walked across the room to the dresser, and put the other candle down on top of it, and lit it as well too.<br><br>As he walked back to her, he pointed at the ceiling, where a light fixture was located. The fixture had five large light bulbs in it. "No fucker light... just fire... You want music? I got some that's good for this kinda thing."
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				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 01:49:21</strong>
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				Michelle stayed, perched a little awkwardly on the very edge of the bed.&nbsp; But she was being silly -- he wouldn't actually <em>hurt</em> her, if only because that would make work awkward.&nbsp; He might like to look dangerous, but he wasn't really.&nbsp; She was pretty sure of that, at least.<br><br>Lighting candles was normal enough, anyway, and kind of thoughtful of him.&nbsp; She decided to take that as a good sign, too, and she relaxed, leaning back a little and watching him for a moment as he worked.&nbsp; "Sure, I'll take some music.&nbsp; As long as it's actually good -- not like some of that stuff you played in the car."&nbsp; She smiled, now feeling both the buzz of alcohol and the shivers of anticipation.&nbsp; This might be even more enjoyable than she'd thought...
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				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 04:40:08</strong>
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				"Yeah, at stuff I was playin inna car... WAS pretty weak. You like Slayer, right?" Charles asked her, slurring his words a little. He was deadpanning, but actually just joking. He put Queensrÿche's Empire on instead. He skipped the first song, which was one that he didn't really care for anyway. So the first song that started up was The Thin Line as he walked away from the stereo, and toward her. He didn't have the stereo turned up very loud.<br><br>The song had a fairly aggressive and poorly executed opening, and he knew it. The first thirty seconds or so of the song, until it got slower and the vocals started, sounded like a million other generic late 90's rock songs. But once the vocals started, the song would turn poignant, dark, and interesting. It was a song of submission, pain, and fear... More importantly, there were numerous moody and slow songs after it on that album, without anything aggressive in between. It would work good enough.<br><br>As he got over to her, he took her by the hips, and pulled her further back onto the bed by her belt. He then pushed her relatively hard, right above her tits, causing her to flop back onto the bed. Then he aggressively grabbed her belt, and with harsh movements, undid her belt and pants. With a single hard pull, he pulled her pants down past her knees. Then he flopped between her legs, and started licking her crotch. Her underwear was still in the way, but he didn't seem to notice. He used his elbows to push her legs open even further, so he could bury his face into her. She wasn't exactly the freshest right now. There was a day of walking, sweating, and many, many hours since her last shower behind her. He did not seem to care. If anything, the smell and taste seemed to affect him like an aphrodisiac.
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				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 16:43:35</strong>
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				"Hah, hah," Michelle said dryly.&nbsp; This was just how the day had gone -- comments flying about everything from music to politics, most of them sarcastic, but all of them working somehow.&nbsp; Maybe this would be one of those love-hate relationships you always heard about, love and hate both being very relative terms in this case.&nbsp; She was all for anything that might spice up the sex, though she was beginning to think that might not be a problem for him.<br><br>At first she just sighed quietly over the song, tolerating it.&nbsp; Then she forgot all about the music, as she found herself being, literally, pushed around.&nbsp; Her half-hearted protests went absolutely ignored, and soon she just gave in.&nbsp; If he wanted to shove his face between her legs, she wouldn't object.&nbsp; Too many men didn't want to do that, ever, let alone after such a long and sweaty day.&nbsp; She just hoped he was decent at this and wouldn't fumble too much.<br><br>With her underwear there, at first he tickled more than aroused.&nbsp; She squirmed, reaching awkwardly to edge the fabric out of the way, and was rewarded with a sudden lick to her bare folds that made her gasp.&nbsp; She was still half-covered, and kept trying to pull the fabric away, though much more distractedly now.&nbsp; He was only getting wilder, the alcohol and her own scent apparently spurring him on.&nbsp; Now she was starting to wonder if she'd be walking funny tomorrow...
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				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 20:06:16</strong>
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				The underwear was an annoyance. It kept getting in the way, yet every time he pulled it aside or down, it seemed to slip back into place. Finally, he looked up from her crotch with a frustrated look, and a low noise that was part sigh and part growl. He reached down to his pocket, and slipped out his pocket knife. With a flick of his thumb, he used the thumb stud to open the blade with a loud "Snikt" noise that sounded almost the same as a switchblade being opened.<br><br>He grabbed her panties where they hugged her right hip and pulled them away from her body. He slipped the half serrated blade of the knife between her skin and the fabric, and with one sharp pull, the knife cut right through the panties. The elastic waistband caused them to snap toward the front and back. Michelle's panties sagged a bit. He pulled the panties away from her skin on the other side of her, and started to move toward that side with the knife..
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				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 20:48:36</strong>
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				Michelle hadn't realized he'd pulled out a knife, until that ominous click sounded over the music -- which actually wasn't nearly as loud or obnoxious as she'd expected.&nbsp; But that little piece of good news was overridden as she caught sight of what looked to be a very sharp blade heading towards her most private parts, and her eyes grew huge.<br><br>She was just considering screaming when he grabbed her panties and she realized his plan.&nbsp; She made a sound that was almost a nervous laugh, almost a gasp, and watched intently as he worked.&nbsp; If his hand slipped, she really would scream, and maybe even forget about the money.<br><br>But she couldn't do that, she knew, though she did flinch when the elastic gave.&nbsp; "You know, this <em>was</em> one of my favorite pairs," she said dryly, pleased to discover that her voice wasn't shaking.&nbsp; At least, not enough to notice, she thought.&nbsp; "Are you like this all the time?&nbsp; Should I just stop wearing panties?"&nbsp; It really had been a favorite pair, but she consoled herself with thoughts of all the lingerie she'd be able to buy later.&nbsp; That would only be fair, after he ruined these.
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				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 21:45:00</strong>
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				"Iss ok. I'll buy you nother pair." He slipped the knife blade between her skin and the fabric on her other side, and cut. The angle was more awkward, but he managed it without cutting either of them. Then he pulled the thin strip of cloth away from her, and descended unimpeded to eat her out. He had had compliments before on this, but he really didn't care much either way. To him, going down on a woman, making her squirm and squeal and orgasm with his mouth was its own reward. <br><br>He started slowly, teasingly. He ran his tongue all across her outer labia, and exhaled his hot breath onto her lips. He kissed the little hallows between her legs and labia. Then he moved higher, and ran his tongue all across her short trimmed fur. He then kissed her clit, but so lightly, it was like he'd just brushed it with his moist puckered lips. Then he moved down her center, slowly kissing her lips in the same way, each time moving just a little lower. When he finally kissed all the way down to the thin strip of flesh between her pussy and her ass, he teasingly slipped the tip of his tongue out. Then he started kissing and licking back up until he reached her clit again.<br><br>He took her clit slowly between his puckered lips, sucking gently, pulling it into the warmth of his mouth. Then he slowly licked it with the tip of his tongue. He let it gently fall out of his mouth, and then pushed his face and his tongue deep into her hole. His shortly trimmed goatee pushed harshly into her, while his tongue and lips started licking and sucking her with more aggression. He even nibbled on her lips between his hard smooth teeth. <br><br>He was still fully clothed, but his cock throbbed between his legs. Sucking pussy was all that he needed to get rock hard. He could even feel a little precum already leaking out onto the head. He was as ready as he needed to be to take her. But was enjoying this too much, feeling her passion building moment by moment. <br><br>The Thin Red Line, the song that to him seemed like he'd just put on, was over, and the next song, Jet City Woman started up. It was a better song in his opinion. Better executed, and even more melancholy and moody then the last. It had a driving base beat, mournful and moody high pitched guitars, and the singer's voice not only conveyed the emotions of loss and hope, but beautifully ranged all the way from the low pitches to the high, filling the void between the bass and treble guitars. The song also ranged from slow to driving, but melodically, unlike the hard edge of a true metal song.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 22:45:03</strong>
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				If she'd had only his skill in doing this to go by, she would never have guessed that Charles was anything like drunk.&nbsp; She was usually pretty quick to climax, and normally would have screamed out after just a few minutes of a man's mouth on her, but he was teasing her, and doing it like an artist.&nbsp; He seemed to have a natural instinct for when to pull back and when to drive her on, keeping her pleasure building without letting it peak, and it felt fantastic.<br><br>She arched and moaned, one hand sliding up under her shirt, distractedly caressing her breasts.&nbsp; "Oh... god..." she gasped, her free hand moving to press against the back of his head, desperately urging him deeper.&nbsp; She let out a gasping cry as his whiskers rubbed over her folds, the sharp little pain instantly melding with the pleasure.&nbsp; "Harder," she begged, but he was already doing that.&nbsp; She cried out more loudly as she felt the edge of his teeth, nervous again, but everything else felt too good for her to really care about that.<br><br>Though she was barely aware of the music on any conscious level, her body was wriggling beneath him almost in time to the rhythm, a true horizontal dance.&nbsp; Every beat of the bass pushed her a little higher, it seemed, and she was incoherent now as she tried to beg him to finish her off.&nbsp; Then one last beat, one last thrust of his tongue, set her screaming, her hand clawing at his head, fighting to pull him closer as she thrashed and moaned, almost sobbing with relief.
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				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 22:57:02</strong>
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				He kept at it all through her climax, and then he slowly licked his way up to her enlarged clit. He put his lips around it, hood and all, and sucked it into his mouth. He let it sit there for a few seconds with gentle suction, and then he started pulling away, letting it slid out between his lips. Before he lost it though, he drove his face back into her, sucking even more of her into him then before. He opened his lips then, still holding the suction, but against the tissue around her clit. He then slowly brought hit teeth to bear on the very base of her clit. He didn't bite hard, but judging by her gasps, just hard enough to hurt. Then he pulled his teeth away, and flicked the underside of his tongue back and forth as rapidly as he could over the top of her. It used to drive his ex-wife wild when he did that; she'd always said it felt like a vibrator. He watched her with red watery drunk eyes peering up over her pubic mound to see her reaction. He knew she might push him away if the sensation was too intense, but he hoped that he'd drive her into another orgasm.
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				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 15:06:54</strong>
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				As he began to pull away, Michelle let out a sigh of relief.&nbsp; It had been great, no question, but those last few licks and sucks had been very, very close to too much for her to take.&nbsp; She needed a little rest now, and she could only hope that he wasn't quite wild enough yet to just jump on her and take her hard -- not right away, at least.<br><br>But it seemed he wasn't through with her this way yet, and she shrieked as he again pulled her hypersensitive clit into his mouth, demandingly.&nbsp; She felt his teeth again, or at least she thought she did -- something definitely hurt for a moment, though that could just as easily have been her nerves protesting this treatment.&nbsp; Then his tongue flickered over her flesh, at what seemed an impossible speed, and she squealed in protest.&nbsp; This really was too much, and her hips bucked and writhed under him, though he seemed determined to continue.<br><br>One hand did indeed move to push him away, pushing lightly at his shoulder; but the other hand pressed more firmly against the back of his head, part of her aroused in spite of the pain, and desperately curious to find out what might happen if she let him go on.&nbsp; She was hardly aware of it, but she kept right on screaming and gasping wildly, trying to find some outlet for all this sensation.&nbsp; Suddenly, she froze for just an instant, feeling her pulse throb like she was having a heart attack -- and then she climaxed again, shrieking like a torture victim, though beneath all the pain lurked a deep and overwhelming pleasure that left her weak and helpless beneath him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 18:35:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After her climax, he looked up at with the devil in his eye. He had an ex-girlfriend that was multi-orgasmic, but this seemed to be a different thing. He didn't think that Michelle actually was multi-orgasmic, but simply had two right in a row. He also suspected that she'd be too sensitive for words right. He smiled and flicked his tongue out to her clit for a moment, just to see how she'd react. She squirmed, whimpered, and tried to pull away. Yes, too sensitive for... well for anything involving her crotch right now. So he stood, reached down, and flipped her over. Then he grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her closer, so her legs would dangle off the bed, and her ass would be sticking out.<br><br>"Hmm... look at that ass." he said in sultry tone. He swatted her right cheek, perhaps a little too hard in his drunkenness. Then he swatted her left, but it certainly wasn't as hard as the first. He was entirely fixated on her ass now. The way the red marks on her tight round ass seemed to glow in the candle light invited him. He dropped to his knees, and showered her ass with kisses, moving from one cheek to the other at random. He then grasped a cheek in each hand and pulled them apart to reveal yet another orifice for his mouth to explore. "I could just eat you up..." he said in that same tone, and then lowered his mouth to her forbidden hole. He licked it once, long and slowly, with the intent to continue, perhaps to even wiggle his tongue up into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 19:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle squealed at the slap, which was a little too hard.&nbsp; She didn't mind some of that sort of thing, but she knew he'd left a nasty mark with that first blow.&nbsp; "Careful!" she said, trying to decide how much she dared protest, and was relieved when slap #2 was more gentle.&nbsp; She wriggled, not quite meaning to look inviting, but knowing that was how he would see it.&nbsp; Her whole body was still tingling from that killer orgasm, and she was sure she'd take a long time to settle down, especially with him doing this.<br><br>The kissing was a little odd, but she didn't mind -- it actually helped soothe the fiery mark he'd left.&nbsp; Then his mouth did something much more daring, and she flinched, squirming in surprise.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Oh, that's... that's weird," she murmured.&nbsp; No one had ever done that to her before, and though the fact of it sounded terrible, she had to admit that the receiving of it wasn't so bad.&nbsp; It made her still-aching sex ache a little more, but she thought she could bear that, and she tried to relax to make it easier for him to explore.&nbsp; Once again, he'd roused her curiosity enough that she didn't want to stop him... and since she was being so accomodating, maybe she'd win him over much sooner than she'd planned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 20:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If he was sober, he would have stopped. He would have recognized the ache in his tongue, and remembered how he tore the little membrane beneath it by this exact behavior. And he would have remembered that he'd done it more then once. But he was drunk and numb, and he licked her repeatedly, occationally grazing his tongue at the back edge of her pussy, but mostly focusing on the puckered earthy and pungent hole before him. He wriggled his tongue up into it, but couldn't get more then just the tip in. Finally, at the point where he just needed to take her, he leaned up and away from her ass. His zipper sounded in the flickering light, and he said with a ragged voice, "I want to fuck that hot, tight ass..."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 21:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oblivious to his aching tongue, Michelle found she was starting to get into this.&nbsp; Maybe it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, maybe that crashing release, maybe just the skill of his tongue, but she found herself wriggling and whimpering, arching her hips and trying to make things easier for him.&nbsp; When he pulled back, she surprised herself by letting out a disappointed sigh.&nbsp; But she grinned as she heard his zipper, beginning to look forward to the main course, even though she was still a little too edgy, really, and it might actually hurt again.<br><br>Then he announced his intention, and she blinked.&nbsp; Not quite what she'd been hoping for, but still... Maybe that would even be better, at least until the rest of her settled down a little more.&nbsp; "Where's the lube?" she asked, a little shakily.&nbsp; She was still pretty worked up, and even still a little drunk, but not drunk enough to go dry.&nbsp; "Let me fix you up, and then you can put that nice hard thing wherever you want," she added, trying to sound sultry.&nbsp; She thought she was doing all right, but wasn't sure if he was even sober enough to notice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-04-2008, 10:12:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been a statement of desire, not intent when he told her that he wanted to fuck her ass. That she agreed readily gave his cock a twitch, and made him flush even deeper red with desire. He'd never fucked a girl's ass the first time he'd had sex with her, and had certainly never even considered the possibility on a first date. He would have been to shy to even bring it up if he wasn't drunk. <em>Maybe I need to drunk-fuck more often,</em> he thought. He didn't even notice her nervousness or shaking voice. To him, she simply sounded like she wanted it.<br><br>"Iss in the nightshtand," he slurred, not even aware of how drunk he sounded.<br><br>He looked down at her jeans that were tangled around her ankles. They couldn't come off since her boots were in the way. He bent, and started trying to take her boots off. First, he looked for a zipper or something, but lacking that, he could still get them off of her if she didn't fight him... Now, trying to get boots off someone that didn't want to take them off, well that was damn near impossible. Once he managed to get her boots off, her pants quickly followed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-04-2008, 18:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle started to reach for the lube, realizing her hand was shaking.&nbsp; Did she dare change her mind?&nbsp; This was awfully forward for a first date, even though they'd known each other before, and he probably hadn't <em>really</em> expected her to agree... had he?&nbsp; She sighed, feeling slightly dizzy with all the possibilities.&nbsp; Maybe this wasn't going to be quite as easy as it had seemed at first...<br><br>Now she also realized how tangled she was in her clothes.&nbsp; Her first attempt to reach the drawer failed, as his hands began to tug back on her jeans first, then her boots.&nbsp; She was aching to get those off anyway, but collapsed into giggles as she felt him pulling and fumbling.&nbsp; There were no fasteners, but it took him a while to figure that out, and in the meantime she couldn't quite stop giggling.&nbsp; Still, she cooperated, wriggling around as helpfully as she could while he pulled everything down to the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-04-2008, 19:29:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles finally managed to get her naked, at least from the waist down. Of course she wasn't able to actually reach the lube with all the tugging, yanking, and flipping her back over onto her back. But he finally managed to get her out of her boots, and apparently without hurting anything. Then he sat on the bed near her feet and started trying to get out of his own boots.<br><br>That was the one thing about drinking. It always left him hot and flushed. He decided that after all the work of getting Michelle mostly naked, that he needed to cool his burning skin in the same fashion. So he worked on his boots. Fortuneately, he was able to work his way out of them within almost painlessly compared to what it had taken to get her out of hers. Once the boots were flicked away, each in a random direction, he stood and undid his pants. The weight from the heavy belt, knife, wallet, and keys caused them to drop straight to the floor with a heavy thud. It felt <em>so</em> good to be rid of his boots and most of his clothes, that he sighed contentedly as he climbed up onto the bed with Michelle.<br><br>He pulled her close with a smile, and simply kissed whatever part of her happened to be nearest his mouth. As he turned toward her, his hard cock pressed against her, already leaking precum onto her naked flesh. He ran a hand up her leg and side, reaching around to fondle a breast. He still hadn't touched or even seen her breasts yet. <br><br>"You're wearing too much... An where's the lube?" he asked her, still wearing a devilish smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 18:39:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was still giggling a little, though she did watch his drunken strip-tease with a certain fascination.&nbsp; This was what she'd have to get used to, and he didn't look too bad.&nbsp; Aside from the age difference, he wasn't bad at all, and pretty amazing in bed so far.&nbsp; She giggled again, briefly, as he started kissing her, and she encouraged that.&nbsp; Best not to get down to business too quickly, or he might start thinking she didn't want any foreplay.<br><br>She felt the damp streak his shaft was leaving on her, and smiled to herself.&nbsp; It was nice to know he was that aroused by her -- maybe partly because of his recent dry spell, but it was still a good omen, she thought.&nbsp; She wriggled against him, kissing and nuzzling, smiling as he said she was wearing too much.<br><br>Then he mentioned the lube, and she sighed, hoping that he'd have been just drunk enough to forget that particular offer.&nbsp; She sat up next to him, slowly stripping off her shirt, then just as slowly unhooking her bra, looking down at him the whole time.&nbsp; "We can get that later," she murmured as she laid down again.&nbsp; "Let's just play a little first."&nbsp; She returned to nuzzling his neck, rubbing her bare skin against him eagerly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 19:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He yanked off his shirt, and tossed it aside. When she said she wanted to play first, he smiled real widely. He tackled her exuberantly, and pinned her to the bed. "There. Now our shirss gone. Less play with each other's boobies."<br><br>He stuck his face into her cleavage, and started cackling madly running his tongue, and wet lips all across her breasts. He was too drunk to care whether it tickled her, or was a mood killer. She said she wanted to play, so he was playing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 20:14:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle squealed, almost screaming in surprise.&nbsp; He was being a lot more literal than she'd expected -- no surprise, given how drunk he was, but she was caught off guard just the same.&nbsp; She laughed and squirmed like a kid being tickled, though tickled wasn't quite the right word for it.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly arousing, either, but at least wasn't getting her out of the mood.&nbsp; And since she was pretty sure it would take at least the roof collapsing on his head to ruin his mood, this was all right.&nbsp; Definitely better than anal sex on the first date.<br><br>She was almost wrestling with him, though of course even drunk she was no match for him.&nbsp; But most men wouldn't mind a pretty, naked woman struggling beneath them, and he didn't seem to be any exception to that general rule.&nbsp; She half-tickled him, sometimes slapped at his shoulders playfully, but made no real effort to escape.&nbsp; Let him feel like he was overpowering her if he wanted to...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 20:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she mock struggled beneath him, he pulled his head away from her breasts. He got rougher with her, but was only playing, and not actually trying to hurt her. He slapped her across the face, really only a tap with his fingertip, and even that hurt just a little. He growled playfully, and bit her too. He was getting into the play, and perhaps even a little too much. Even playing, he was strong, and drunk enough not to realize his own strength. He wasn't hurting her badly, and likely wouldn't leave any long term marks on her, but there were a few red finger marks. Then he forced himself between her legs. "Wash out. Bad metaller gonna rape you now..."<br><br>He grabbed her by the throat, and squeezed a little. Then, without really thinking about it, he slammed his hard cock right into her. "Rape you, an if you scream, gonna choke you. I don wan no cops innerupting us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 21:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She put up with the marks she knew he was leaving -- just -- because he was so obviously not <em>trying</em> to hurt her, he was just not paying enough attention to what he was doing, in his woozy state.&nbsp; And she was still a little anesthetized herself, so not much really hurt.&nbsp; Even his slurred threat didn't really faze her.&nbsp; Dirty talk was still just talk.<br><br>Then his hand grabbed her throat, and she was both panicked and mad all at once.&nbsp; "Hey, don't--!" she began, before the breath was pushed out of her by his sudden, hard thrust.&nbsp; He filled her in an instant, and she tensed instinctively, though that probably only made it feel better to him.<br><br><em>Okay.&nbsp; Bad idea.&nbsp; Extremely bad.</em>&nbsp; Though her sex was still a touch overstimulated, she had to admit that she was more aroused than aggravated by his abrupt push.&nbsp; But though it did have its very pleasant aspects, she ignored what he was doing down there in favor of trying to remove his hand from her neck.&nbsp; Right now his grip was only uncomfortable, but she didn't want to wait to find out what would happen when he started getting even more excited and carried away.&nbsp; His cock wasn't huge, average in length, perhaps just a touch thicker than usual, but right now, it felt gigantic inside her, threatening and even dangerous.&nbsp; She could only thank god he hadn't managed to ram into her other hole.<br><br>"I won't scream," she gasped, sucking in a slightly ragged breath sharply as he thrust again, reminding her forcefully just how helpless she really was at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 01:15:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was still smiling, but there was a touch of something... a little disturbing in the smile. He thrust into her repeatedly, and hard. He kept his hands at her throat, and just pounded his cock into her.<br><br>"Now, big bad metaller gonna keeps choking her and raping her <em>hard</em>... until she gets him the lube..." from her position, she might <em>just</em> be able to reach the nightstand's drawer, where he said the lube was at.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 15:53:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dammit," Michelle muttered, then remembered she had to save her breath.&nbsp; Asking him to stop, or even demanding that he stop, wasn't going to work anyway, judging from that slightly creepy smile he was wearing.&nbsp; She didn't even really want him to stop those steady, hard thrusts -- they were starting to feel really good, better than she quite wanted to admit.&nbsp; She just didn't quite trust him enough with the choking thing yet.<br><br>Gritting her teeth, she started stretching back as far as she could, straining to reach the drawer.&nbsp; He was forcing her back a little with each thrust, but not quite in the right direction, and this was already an awkward angle.&nbsp; She was afraid she'd orgasm before she could reach it, and then he'd start to think she liked being choked, which would be bad.<br><br>A few moments' work got the drawer open, but now there was the added problem of finding the lube blind.&nbsp; Her hand flailed in the drawer, trying not to think about what else he might have in there.&nbsp; She did her best not to get too aroused, but she couldn't stop her moans, which were obviously very excited...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 18:18:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she reached and stretched, trying to reach the lube, he continued to pound into her. His hands stayed at her throat, but the pressure didn't increase. Then she started to moan. She liked what he was doing to her, and he realized it. It turned him on even more.<br><br>Without thinking about, he lowered his mouth to hers, and started kissing her. He tried to thrust his tongue into her mouth. His goatee was still wet with her vaginal juice, and his lips and tongue still tasted subtly of her anus. And he still continued to pound into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 18:41:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She made a muffled sound of protest as his lips clamped onto hers.&nbsp; He tasted of alcohol and her, most of which she didn't mind, but she remembered where else he'd been sticking that tongue of his, and did her best not to let it into her mouth, feeling a twinge of squeamishness.&nbsp; Besides, it was already hard enough to breathe.&nbsp; Thankfully he was holding steady and not squeezing any harder, but it was hard to breathe anyway, considering how much he was making her moan.<br><br>And moans were starting to turn into cries.&nbsp; Sooner or later he'd be able to get his tongue in, but by then she'd be much too distracted to be squeamish.&nbsp; Her hand flailed harder, though she had almost no idea what she was finding, just sending things from one side of the drawer to the other.&nbsp; And then one especially firm thrust made her forget her search and everything else, and she let out a muffled scream into his mouth, trying to arch up to meet him as her passage throbbed around him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 19:41:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she flailed and bucked beneath him, he started to loose the position that allowed him to nail her so good and hard. He shifted, and didn't give it a thought when he moved his hands away from her throat. He put his hands to either side of her, and lifted up off of her a ways, putting more space between them. With a good position once more, he started to pound into her once more. He arched his back, and lifted his head toward the ceiling and let out a belch like it was a war cry as he pounded into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 21:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands moved at last, but now she was almost too distracted to notice.&nbsp; Instinctively, she took a deeper breath, which was immediately released in another cry.&nbsp; She saw faint flashes of white light behind her closed eyelids, accompanied by a sudden extra rush of orgasm -- the same one, another one, she didn't care -- and she wondered if those stories about oxygen deprivation weren't just crap after all.<br><br>She didn't even hear his appalling belch, too busy riding the wave.&nbsp; Now that she wasn't trying to pull his hand away, she had grabbed his hips and was trying to get him in deeper, though of course that wasn't possible.&nbsp; He was already slamming in to the hilt each time, and even as her pleasure at last began to fade, she stayed tight around him, throbbing hard.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 21:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing that she had come again, he slowly pulled his throbbing cock out of her, and bent to kiss her passionately.&nbsp; He didn't worry about it if she didn't kiss him back; he knew that she was sorta out of it at the moment. After kissing her, he moved across her body to the open drawer near her. God she'd fucked up his drawer. Everything had been nice and tidy in there. No matter.<br><br>He grabbed the squeeze bottle of Astroglide out of the cabinette. He vaguely remembered that she'd promised him an ass fuck, although that seemed like it was an hour or two ago. He was pretty close to coming himself, but he wanted to get his assfuck in while he could. He really didn't think he'd be able to go a second time. He was getting pretty tired, and the alchohol was making him drowsey as he was starting to sober up. So, he wanted to get is assfuck before passing the fuck out.<br><br>He laid down beside her. He opened up the bottle, and rubbed some of the lube onto his throbbing cock. "Roll over on your side," he told her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 22:02:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sort of half-kissed back, too distracted by lingering orgasm and the fact that he'd pulled out unexpectedly to be much good at it.&nbsp; At first she couldn't figure out why he'd pulled out -- most drunk guys would've finished and collapsed by now -- but realization hit as soon as he reached for the drawer.&nbsp; She moaned, no longer quite a sound of pleasure, but at this point she supposed protest was useless again.&nbsp; At least he'd bothered to use the lube.<br><br>Still gasping and feeling her heart race, she obeyed though she kept her eyes on him as she turned.&nbsp; "Not so fast this time, okay?&nbsp; Or so hard.&nbsp; Promise?"&nbsp; Hopefully he'd remember that promise as tenaciously as he remembered her unwise agreement to this whole idea earlier...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 22:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked her dead in the eye, with a serious look on his face. "I promise. I'll go easy on you. I know you liked it when I put my tongue there." He couldn't help smiling a bit at that. "You done this before?"<br><br>As he talked, he squirted a little of the liquid lube on his already lubed hand. As she turned over onto her side, he scooted closer to her. When he asked the question, he moved an unsteady hand to her butt. He used the slickened hand to rub all along the crack of her ass, going down to her pussy and back up. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, in his cock, and his whole body seemed to thrum with it. This was his favorite thing, and he hadn't done it in nearly two years. And he'd never done it with this particular girl. He was so excited that he'd have to be careful not to shoot his load too soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 22:39:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed more sober now, which was reassuring, but she didn't miss that smile, and tried her best to fight back a blush.&nbsp; He wasn't supposed to notice anything like that, certainly not while drunk.&nbsp; Men never did.<br><br>But unsteady as he was, at least he was trying to make things comfortable for her, so she couldn't be too mad at him.&nbsp; She bit her lip, letting him rub over her thoroughly, trying to relax.&nbsp; At his question, she nodded.&nbsp; "A couple of times, sure."&nbsp; It had been more than a couple -- she'd had a boyfriend in college who'd wanted it all the time.&nbsp; She'd often resisted the idea, but he'd usually ignored her and done it anyway.&nbsp; It had always just seemed messy to her, and she still didn't quite understand the attraction.<br><br>He was clearly looking forward to it, though, and she wondered how often he'd demand it.&nbsp; This time it was serious; she couldn't just dump him and look elsewhere, not after this.&nbsp; She'd have to get used to it, and keep her eye on the prize.&nbsp; Wriggling as he stroked, she bit her lip again, surprised that she was still as aroused as she was.&nbsp; She'd get through this first time all right, at least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 22:56:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhreeally..." he asked, still smiling. He pressed the tip of his forefinger gently against her anal opening. "This'll be interestin then. All the other girls I've done this with. They'd never tried it before."<br><br>He pressed slowly and gently, and as the lube made the way easier, his finger tip started to slip into her. But he didn't jam in it. He didn't even push past her muscle, not yet at least. Instead, he started to slowly fuck her with just the bit of finger tip, in and out of her tight opening. He was certainly eager, and he didn't want to wait in taking her. But this wasn't something to be over eager in. Even drunk, he knew that anal was something that you had to take your time with. Otherwise, you'd end up hurting the girl, and maybe seriously. And then if she had any brains at all, she'd never give you her ass again. So as much as it pained him, he forced himself to take it slow. Besides, if he took it slow, it would allow his body a bit of extra time to step back away from the precipice of an early orgasm that he seemed to be so near.<br><br>As her tight oh ring relaxed, his finger seemed to naturally nuzzle deeper and deeper into her. He didn't hurry and didn't force it, and it took several minutes, but eventually, he was full on fingering her ass with that one finger slowly going all the way in, and the coming nearly all the way out. He thought that she was ready for a second finger, so he pulled all the way out. He dripped a little more lube onto his forefinger and middle fingers' tips. He then started to slowly push the slightly larger middle finger into her. Soon enough, he work the forefinger in beside it.<br><br>Of course he didn't know it, but the extra excitement, his pounding heart, and his elevated blood pressure, all of them conspired to pull the alcohol out of his system all the faster. He was leaving the realms of sloppy crazy drunk, and starting to come back to the real world. Perhaps that was why he was being careful with his little gold diggers ass. <br><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>EDIT:</strong> Added last paragraph.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>09-04-2008, 15:36:53</strong>
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				Already he was an improvement on Josh, that old boyfriend who she'd stuck with for far too long.&nbsp; He wasn't just making sure he'd slide smoothly; he was trying to get her to enjoy what he was doing, that feeling of being stretched and invaded.&nbsp; She still wasn't absolutely sure she understood the attraction, at least for a woman -- she doubted that this would ever make her climax.&nbsp; But this wasn't bad, she had to admit, and not as... well, somehow not as degrading as what she was used to.<br><br>She was half curled up on her side, wriggling and murmuring faintly with each tiny thrust of his fingers.&nbsp; Again, while not especially exciting, it wasn't un-exciting either, and now and then, when she saw the look on his face, she shivered to see the hunger there.&nbsp; She was an attractive woman with a good body, so she was used to such looks -- but there was something extra in this one, something possessive, or maybe even predatory, and it excited her in spite of herself.&nbsp; A liberated woman shouldn't like that sort of thing, she thought, but that look called to a far deeper and more primal part of her, one that didn't worry so much about proprieties.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>09-04-2008, 16:44:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her backside was easily able to accommodate the slight larger girth and length of his middle finger. He only fingered her a little while with it, slowly sliding it all the way in and then all the way out. Then he pulled it out. He put both of the fingers together tightly, with the middle finger half covering the tip of the forefinger. He didn't re-lube, as everything seemed more then slick enough. <br><br>He brought the two fingers together to her opening, and gently started to push them into her. There was substantially more resistance this time. If she had been ass fucked before, and Charles didn't doubt it, it had been a while. Her opening was going to resist this wider intrusion, at least initially. He just took it slow, and started gently moving his fingers tips in and out slightly until the muscle relaxed to allow him deeper entry. He knew that he could probably just force it. It would hurt for a moment, but probably wouldn't be so bad. He just didn't want to. Sometimes anal was about possessiveness and sacrifice. But sometimes, especially when it was with a new partner, it was more about trust. So he would violate her ass, but he wouldn't violate her trust. It shouldn't matter to him; she was just a gold digger, a woman that hadn't been interested in him until she knew that he had a lot of money coming to him. He supposed that he just wasn't misogynistic enough to treat whore differently then any other woman. He figured that a gold digger and a whore were essentially the same sort of beast.<br><br>As he was lost in his own thoughts, he slowly worked the two fingers into her until he could smoothly and easily slide them in and out of her as well. He realized with a near shudder, that her ass was ready for him. He pulled his fingers out of her, and slid even closer to her. Soon, his cock was nuzzling in the wet crack between her butt cheeks. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own. It twitched on its own as it nestled there, and humped the crack of her ass. It was like the cock itself was doing the humping, and dragging the man along to its own need.<br><br>Charles put a little more lube on it, and then aligned the large soft head of it with her readied hole. He cock was a bit wider then both of his finger together, but it tapered more smoothly. It was likely to be somewhat difficult to get in her. He started pressing gently, starting to slowly work it in like he had with his fingers before. He wasn't yet even past the tight opening of her muscle, but was just starting to penetrate it.<br><br>He slid his other hand beneath her and wrapped it around her waist. This wasn't the hand that had been penetrating her ass or still guiding his cock, but the unused one. He didn't think about it. He simply leaned forward until his chest was up against her back, spooning her. He nuzzled his face in to the crook where her neck and shoulder met, and kissed her there. Then he whispered in her ear as his cock was behind her, still trying to press into a place that wasn't designed for it, "Are you scared?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>09-04-2008, 17:35:14</strong>
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				"A little."&nbsp; She whispered her reply without thinking, then felt obscurely foolish.&nbsp; Maybe she wasn't doing this right at all.&nbsp; She should either be shy and inexperienced, almost virginal; or good at everything, the ultimate mistress.&nbsp; Instead she was like most, a muddled mix of both, and not at all the polished seductress (or perhaps shyly precocious schoolgirl) she felt like she should be.<br><br>But it was too late to be either right now.&nbsp; She'd quickly learned to relax for his fingers, not fearing them very much at all, but the pressure of a throbbing cock made her tense right back up again.&nbsp; She tried to think of her yoga lessons, of the slow, even breathing patterns she'd learned there, but she wasn't exactly used to two-person yoga like this.&nbsp; Still, it was a bit of a distraction, and that couldn't hurt.<br><br>She was surprised when his hand wrapped around her, quite tenderly; and more surprised when he nuzzled against her neck.&nbsp; He didn't really need to do those things, not with her in this situation, and she felt a warmth towards him.<br><br>She quickly did her best to squelch that reaction.&nbsp; He pressed forward, with that same gentle determination, and she gasped.&nbsp; Suddenly, almost accidentally, she relaxed enough to let him get past that tight little ring, and she moaned faintly, the sound more primal somehow.&nbsp; "Mm.&nbsp; Yeah, just -- just go slow, like that."&nbsp; Her body shook and tensed again, and again she fought it back, annoyed with herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>09-04-2008, 18:17:27</strong>
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				"Me too... I don't wanna to hurt you." he said. Then the head of his cock slipped inside of her. He moaned into her neck.<br><br>He stopped, and just breathed into her neck for a second. Her tight hole gripped him just behind the head of his cock. Then he slowly started pressing into her. There was a little less resistance then he expected, and he was able to slowly slide it all the way in. He balls rested, sandwiched between his legs on one side and her pussy on the other. He paused again, with it all the way inside of her. Her tight ring of muscles squeezed the base of his shaft, and like a cock ring, trapped some of the blood within his cock making him harder and making his cock throb more then it normally would. It actually hurt a little, but in a good way. It had been so long since he'd had this that he'd almost forgotten how good it felt.<br><br>"Slow... Yeah... What I was planning..." He brought the lube over her hip and applied some to the fingertips of his left hand. Then he put the fingertips to her clit, and slowly started working her from the front. "I never last long... in this position either." he said in her ear as he slowly started fucking her ass. He was slow and he was gentle, and he was entirely unlike how he'd been earlier. The lubed hand that he had used to fingerfuck her ass with, he brought up and used to slowly tease her nipples.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 15:10:24</strong>
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				Michelle made faint noises all the while he pushed into her, not quite moans, not quite whimpers.&nbsp; They were in some ways just an effect of her attempts to relax, but she was not unaffected by the way his cock felt pulsing inside her the way it was.&nbsp; She felt it clearly, every beat of his heart inside her body, and it was better than she'd expected.<br><br>Then his lubed hands joined in, and she drew in a long, shaky breath.&nbsp; Now this felt good, and she pressed back against him instinctively, shivering.&nbsp; He'd changed completely in the last few minutes, and suddenly she felt like she could trust him -- like she did trust him.&nbsp; She wriggled and gasped as he rubbed, her hand sliding down to rest on his at her sex.&nbsp; Not that he needed guidance, but she liked feeling his hand moving beneath hers, liked being able to lace their fingers together lightly; and she definitely wanted to encourage him...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 17:42:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Of its own volition, his cock twitched a few times inside of her, almost like he was ejaculating. He rubbed her clit, really the whole area in its vicinity, and then he started to withdraw nearly as slowly as he had slid into her. When the head of his cock started into the tight ring of muscle at her opening, he then reversed the motion, and slowly but smoothly slid back into her. When he hilted, he started to pull out once more. The sex was slow. But it was with deep steady strokes that he performed...<br><br>He breathed heavily. His face was at the back of her neck, buried in her hair. Occasional moans and small gasps of pleasure escaped his lips. Occasionally he kissed her neck or ear gently, almost just the whisper of a kiss. He continued to rub her crotch gently while his cock slowly moved in and out of her backside. He wasn't trying to make her come again. This was about his pleasure more then hers. But in this act, this gentle sodomy of a woman that he barely knew in a real sense, he was far more gentle and caring then in anything else they had done. With her trust and sacrifice to him, she'd bought a true act of intimacy from him. Once he'd entered her forbidden trail, he'd stopped fucking her, and started to make love to her. <br><br>He continued to slowly do her, but unconsciously he picked up a little speed. He was only vaguely aware of the music that still played. At some point, he wasn't sure when, the song Resistance had stopped playing and Silent Lucidity had started. He didn't really care for Silent Lucidity, but somehow it matched the mood. His hand was covered by hers, and their fingers were interlaced. When he forgot in his own passion to pleasure her, just a gentle nudge from her set his hand back into motion. His other hand was almost forgotten by him, but it still cradled one of her breasts and gently squeezed it from time to him.<br><br>As he smoothly moved in and out of her, his passion built. He was breathing even heavier, almost gasping. It hadn't truly been long that he had sodomized her. He'd been dead honest when he told her that he couldn't last long in this position. But to him, it had felt like an eternity. He heart thudded deeply in his chest and seemed to shake him. It wouldn't be long now. He was very close to his own climax.<br><br>"Do you want... me to come... in your ass?" he rasped into her ear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 18:21:30</strong>
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				Now she became aware of the music, too, which had been partly drowned by their own noise -- and she'd also been trying to ignore it, since she still wasn't sure she liked it, or if it was just one more thing she'd have to tolerate with a smile.&nbsp; But she recognized this song, and found its smooth, quiet rhythm was just about perfect for this.&nbsp; Maybe this had helped quiet him down, too, made him so much more... well, human.&nbsp; The wild stuff was fantastic in its way, but now she felt like she could be more herself for a while.<br><br>She didn't really expect to come again, either, which might be just as well.&nbsp; Already she was probably destined to be sore in the morning.&nbsp; But the motion of his hands kept her interested, and even in his distraction, he rarely forgot to keep moving.&nbsp; Without realizing it, her hips had begun to rock to meet him, welcoming him back each time, quietly rewarding him for his care and attention in this.<br><br>She soon realized how true his earlier prediction was, as she heard and felt his ragged breath, sensing the growing tension in his body.&nbsp; His shaft was throbbing faster now, reflecting his racing heart, and she wriggled again, strangely enjoying that sensation.&nbsp; At his question, she blinked, faintly surprised he was asking.&nbsp; She pictured the alternatives, decided that they were probably all even messier than him staying where he was, and nodded.&nbsp; "Sure.&nbsp; Yeah."&nbsp; Her own voice wasn't quite steady, his even, deep strokes an excellent counterpoint to the small movements of his hands.&nbsp; "I guess you really do like this," she murmured, turning her head to lean into his lips.&nbsp; Suddenly she wanted to see and hear what he was like in the throes of passion, and she stayed turned, watching him as best she could in these last moments.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 10:53:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles had tried to stay slow and gentle throughout it, but as his passion built and his climax approached, his pace increased even more. It was still slow in comparison to when he'd frantically fucked her before, but as he got closer and closer he unconsciously lost control in small increments. His slow insertions evolved into slow thrusts. His hand on her clit became more frenzied and less gentle.<br><br>He closed his eyes tightly as his climax started to overcome him. His brow furrowed, but his mouth remained open, gasping for breath. He looked almost angry in the intensity of pleasure. Then he thrust hard into her one last time and groaned loudly. "Uhhhhnnnnn...."<br><br>His cock spasmed and he shot into her. Both of his hands clenched one on her breast, and the other on her sex. He froze as it overtook him, and he was pushed as far into her as he would go. His cock jerked time after time, and he sprayed copious amounts of thick fluid into her. Then his breath seemed to catch, and his whole body trembled for a moment. As his release was finished, his whole body seemed to relax in a rush, and then he didn't move again. For several moments, it seemed as if he'd clenched and breathed his last and then died.<br><br>But then he inhaled, and his eyes opened lazily. He bent forward to kiss her mouth with gentle passion. He was still hilted with her, and that was the one part of him that hadn't seemed to relax yet. It was still firm and throbbing gently within her to the beat of his heart.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 15:35:08</strong>
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				Michelle tensed a little herself as he sped up -- she didn't quite panic, but neither was she quite comfortable with this.&nbsp; She gasped as his hand moved faster as well, feeling a surprising jolt of pleasure.&nbsp; Then his face contorted, and she watched in sudden fascination as he groaned in his release.&nbsp; She tensed again, forced to close her eyes as sensations washed over her and left her shivering -- first his hands clenched, almost hard enough to hurt; then his shaft throbbed and pulsed, filling her up with his seed.&nbsp; A lot of it, she realized, thinking that it really must have been a while for him.&nbsp; Strangely, it felt good, and she shivered again with what might almost have been a very small orgasm of her own.<br><br>Then he relaxed.&nbsp; Completely.&nbsp; She had just enough time to panic for real this time, wondering if she'd killed him.&nbsp; Images of police and ambulances filled her head, and the horrifying thought that she might be coupling with a corpse right now.&nbsp; As he inhaled at last, she exhaled weakly, feeling both relieved and foolish.&nbsp; He kissed her, and she kissed back automatically, slowly getting into it.&nbsp; It was then she realized that he was still hard, which was perhaps the biggest surprise of all.&nbsp; She sighed again, wriggling back against him as he kept right on throbbing.&nbsp; That really did feel good, even back there...<br><br>"I'm impressed," she murmured, between kisses.&nbsp; "You ready to go again?"&nbsp; She grinned in spite of herself.&nbsp; Even without a real climax, that had still been pretty good, in its way, and the second time around she'd find a way to make it even better.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 19:18:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wrapped both of his arms around her chest just below her breast. He continued to breath heavily, and he pulled his mouth away from her mouth to lay on her hair. He didn't answer her right away. He simply caught his breath and held her. After a minutes or so, he started to pull his cock out of her with a slight moan. As the head reached the tight opening he paused. <br><br>"I might be able to go again. If <em>you</em> want to. It never goes soft right away after anal. Ever. My ex, the freak, she used to have me get on my back after anal and then sit on it and take it right up her snatch," he said quietly to her. <br><br>"She was such a filthy slut," he made a noise right after the last that was something between a chuckle moan. It was a sound that was both amused and yearnful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>12-04-2008, 17:42:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This was actually a very nice post-sex snuggle, and Michelle caught herself enjoying it.&nbsp; Then he moved, and she sighed, taking that as her answer, which was maybe just as well.&nbsp; But he said otherwise a moment later, and she found herself in the position of having to decide.<br><br>Except she forgot all about deciding when he started talking about his ex.&nbsp; Her first thought was to try and learn something about the woman that might be useful to her later in her own campaign -- but what he said only made her grimace.&nbsp; Was he regretting not having anyone to do that for him anymore?&nbsp; She couldn't decide if he really liked the idea or not.&nbsp; Some men did consider 'filthy slut' a compliment, but she couldn't make up her mind about him yet.&nbsp; Maybe he didn't even know if he really wanted that.<br><br>"That is pretty filthy," she agreed, still racing to make up her mind.&nbsp; But it didn't really matter what conclusion she came to, since she knew she'd never be able to bring herself to do that.&nbsp; Maybe later.&nbsp; Much later.&nbsp; When there was some sort of firm promise of compensation for a stunt like that.<br><br>"Well, you can stay right there and go again if you want.&nbsp; It wasn't so bad back there.&nbsp; You did all right."&nbsp; She grinned, nuzzling against his cheek and shifting her hips back just a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>12-04-2008, 19:26:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her words rang in his ears... <em>That is pretty filthy,</em> she'd said. Did that mean that she wouldn't do that? She really hadn't said "no". But she hadn't said "yes" either. Not that he'd asked. It was just, well, an agreement of the fact that it was filthy without further comment or commitment. It was leaving open a door, if only by a crack. He wondered what she'd do if he pulled out and then slammed it into her pussy and fucked her again... She'd probably cum, but never trust him again he decided. He... didn't want that, at least yet. Maybe if he wanted to chase her off later he could try it. It might work to chase her off, or she might like it and want it again, and either way he'd win. But right now, he didn't care about winning anything. He was just enjoying this... intimacy. <br><br><em>Well, you can stay right there and go again if you want.&nbsp; It wasn't so bad back there.&nbsp; You did all right.</em> Those words rang in his ears too. She was giving him a subtle compliment about getting it in the ass. <em>She'd liked it.</em> His cock, with only the tip still in her, twitched. She was also telling him that he could take her a second time like that if he wanted to. That was new. He'd never had a girl say that to him. He always figured that anal hurt, perhaps not terribly so, but too much for a girl not to want to prolong it once the man was finished. His cock gave another long twitch at the implications. He'd never attempted this before, and he didn't even know if he could finish. But he was seriously thinking about it. Then she grinned, nuzzled him, and pushed back against him just a little.<br><br>Almost without a conscious thought regarding it, he heard the click of the drip bottle of lube being opened. The bottle was already above his shaft. He turned the bottle open, and let the cold liquid lube drip down onto his cock. It was shockingly, breathtakingly cold. He pressed the freshly lubed cold cock slowly back into her, hilting it once more. She felt wetter then she had before. He couldn't decide it it was from the lube or from his cum. It was probably both, and that turned him on. He wondered if this girl would do an ass to mouth. Well, <em>that</em> was certainly not something he could bring himself to ask her. At least not on the first date. He started to slow fuck her ass once more. This time, instead of the long slow strokes all the way in and out, he kept his cock mostly inside of her. It was only the last few inches at the base of cock that slide in and out. <br><br>"I'll give it a try. I don't know if I can actually cum again... I've never had a girl ask for it twice in a row in her ass like that. I like it. And I'll try. But if it starts hurting too much, just let me know so I can pull out."<br><br>He wasn't even aiming at a climax. Not yet at least. He was just enjoying the moment, and holding the little gold digging office slut that he'd thrown onto his bed. A memory flashed through his mind, and he smiled. He'd <em>cut</em> her panties off. He nuzzled her, and gave her light kisses on the nape of her neck, her shoulder, and even her ear. He kept his arms where they were, holding her firmly just beneath her breasts. If she wanted him to play with her more or wanted the distraction, he figured that she'd move his hands to where she wanted them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-04-2008, 15:24:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was impossible to miss those twitches, and Michelle smiled to herself.&nbsp; Obviously that had been a good suggestion, and she was starting to feel a touch more confident now.&nbsp; She hadn't had to go too far, after all, at least not yet.&nbsp; And... that was a pretty filthy thing that his ex had done.&nbsp; She hoped it wasn't too much a sign of things he'd ask for later.<br><br>She gasped at the sudden cold as he pressed back in, slowly.&nbsp; It was almost impossible not to tense again at the temperature change, and though she knew it would warm up soon, right now it was making her shiver.&nbsp; She felt much too wet back there now, but that was better than the alternative -- and at least this was his bed to worry about, not hers.&nbsp; Unless he was going to make her sleep in what was sure to be an incredibly wet spot... but there might not be any question of that; he might kick her out afterwards.&nbsp; She'd have to try to avoid that, though.&nbsp; Better to stick with him for a while, get him used to having her around.<br><br>She nodded as he spoke, biting her lip again.&nbsp; It was getting uncomfortable, even with the fresh lube -- that part wasn't meant to stay stretched out so long, apparently.&nbsp; She would be walking funny tomorrow, it seemed.&nbsp; But these tiny strokes weren't bad, and she said as much.&nbsp; "This... this should be okay, I think.&nbsp; Two's gonna be my limit, though," she added, smiling wryly.&nbsp; She fought back a groan, unsure if it was caused by discomfort or the hope of pleasure.<br><br>In either case, she needed some stimulation.&nbsp; She took one of his hands and moved it to her breast again, the nipple still hard.&nbsp; Then she laced her fingers with his again, guiding them down to her sex.&nbsp; It was pretty wet there, too, either from the lube or their fluids, and now she definitely moaned as she pressed their hands against her skin.&nbsp; She wished suddenly that she was clean-shaven down there -- she did that once in a while, and it was pretty sexy, if bothersome to keep up with.&nbsp; But the neatly-trimmed hair wasn't too much in the way, and she was instantly more demanding down there this time.&nbsp; He wasn't nearly as distracted now, and this time she deserved some fun.<br><br>She made sure to demonstrate all her favorite things -- firm pressure alternating with light teasing on her clit, and steady, gentle strokes along her folds as her pleasure built up.&nbsp; Later she would want nothing but firm pressure, and preferably a finger or two inside her, but now she was letting the sensations grow naturally, curious as to how this would feel with him working away in her rear passage.&nbsp; To her slight surprise, she was getting aroused very quickly, and was beginning to anticipate a really good orgasm.&nbsp; There was something especially intimate about this -- maybe just the contrast between this and his previous behavior -- but whatever it was, she had to admit she liked it...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>14-04-2008, 20:27:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened carefully to her words as she spoke them, and sucked on her neck at the same time. He was tempted briefly to give her a hickey, but he never really liked them. He chose not to give her any, but the motions and sensations were similar to being given one. Before she could complain, he whispered right into her ear, "Don't worry. No hickey's, I promise." Then he kissed her ear gently. He moved his mouth back to working on her neck, and then she guided his hands to where she wanted them.<br><br>He concentrated on trying to move his hands the way she wanted him too. She was obviously trying to come again, and he wanted to give that to her. Strangely, he felt closer to her now then he had before. He knew that she was in pain, but he doubted that she knew that his cock was throbbing painfully inside her. It felt almost too hard or bruised if that made any sense. Yet it still felt good, despite the mild pain that was slowly starting to increase. He also felt the build up to another orgasm approaching for himself. It was still a ways off, but the steel in his cock was no longer from a tight hole trapping the blood within. It was also from arousal.<br><br>As he continued to slowly fuck her, his strokes began to become more like they had been before. They grew longer and a bit faster. As he worked her hard clit and wet pussy, his hand started to work her more harshly. He was not only building toward another orgasm, but trying to make her come as well. Although she specifically knew what she wanted, he was becoming increasingly distracted and unintentionally less responsive to her hand's guidance. He liked playing with a wet pussy while he fucked a girl's tight ass. He pushed his fingers deep inside of her, and moved them in and out with a sense of urgency. He could feel his hard shaft through the back wall of her sheath with his fingers, and his shaft could feel the fingers moving as well. It was almost like masturbating but using a girl instead of lube. <br><br>He started panting, and pulled his fingers out. If he kept thinking like that, he'd make himself cum too quickly. He moved back to playing with her hard clit. Then he thought of a better idea. He slid his two middle fingers all the way into her pussy, and then pulled them out, pressing against her clit at the same time. Then he pushed them back in, and so provided stimulation to both her clit and her lips with each stroke. He didn't think he'd last much longer. It was the damn position. There was just something about it that always made him come too fast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-04-2008, 21:13:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd hardly even thought of him leaving marks, but nodded gratefully.&nbsp; Not that she minded hickeys in and of themselves, but having to either hide them or be teased about them was annoying.&nbsp; And they still worked together, so they'd have to be a little discreet.&nbsp; Walking funny would be enough to explain, if she got caught at that.<br><br>Now she regretted the offer of a second go-round.&nbsp; This was getting beyond uncomfortable and beginning to enter the realm of real pain -- nothing unbearable yet, but that might happen soon enough.&nbsp; Whimpers now joined her moans, and thought about objecting.&nbsp; He was speeding up again, moving more freely, and that was starting to make the ache worse.&nbsp; On the other hand, that might mean he'd finish again soon, and then she'd have her relief without having made him stop.&nbsp; That would be much better in the long run.<br><br>Then he slid his fingers in, and she gasped, feeling her passage clench tight around him.&nbsp; For a moment or two, at least, pain was forgotten as she savored how good it felt to be filled there, too.&nbsp; His fingers were big -- a third might make her feel too stuffed everywhere -- but the two of them there felt great.&nbsp; She moaned again, more eagerly now, feeling orgasm once more approaching quickly.<br><br>So when he backed off, however briefly, it was an unpleasant surprise.&nbsp; She whimpered and made an angry sound, and was in the process of putting her own two fingers in place of his when he relented and moved back, now thrusting deeply and pressing hard against her clit at the same time.&nbsp; Her gasp was almost a cry.&nbsp; Her hand pressed against his, urging him on, but she was already beyond speech.<br><br>The next moment, she cried out for real, again clenching around his fingers like a vise as she shuddered with release.&nbsp; The pain was really making itself felt again now, but she was past the point of that stopping her.&nbsp; The sensations mingled between her legs, becoming one surprisingly fantastic whole.&nbsp; Time felt unnaturally slow to her, and she was barely aware of her own movements -- both sure signs of a great orgasm -- and shocked as she was, she enjoyed every second, rocking back against him almost furiously, craving more of all the things he was giving her now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 14:57:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She clenched and moaned and spasmed next to him in her climax. <em>She's coming,</em> he thought, and the thought spurred him toward his own climax. He thrust deep within her in spite of her clenching muscles, and then seemed to get locked there, hilted within her. Only his fingers still seemed to be able to move freely, and he continued to move them. And then, like he was standing before an inescapable wave, a second orgasm washed over him as well. It seemed like it had been forever since she'd started her climax when he joined her ecstasy, but she was still there clenching and spasming.<br><br>His fingers still moved inside of her, and he could feel them on the other side of her wall. As he spasmed, even his fingers could feel the sudden warmth on the other side of her wall, in the other path that his cock used. There was a cacophony of noise, and he recognized her voice in it, but it took a moment for him to realize the animalistic grunts were his. His mouth was awash with a salty flavor and his teeth pressed into something; the nape of her neck he realized.<br><br>His climax seemed to go on forever and ever. The orgasm itself far surpassed the first. He couldn't tell if he if he shot a bigger load the second time or not, and he really didn't care. The power of his orgasms was usually directly related to how much he physically came, how much shot out of him and how hard, but not always. Sometimes, and perhaps this was one such time, the brain numbing ecstasy seemed to come from somewhere else. She pushed and rocked hard against him, and he ground into her with both fingers and cock, and he grunted and his teeth pressed into her.<br><br>She grew tense and hard next to him. It seemed that every one of her muscles contracted in her spasms, and he too seemed to almost convulse. They'd have perhaps squirmed apart unknowing if not for his arms that were wrapped around her and gripped her for dear life. Finally, after a millennium of ecstasy, it retreated, and he started to go limp beside her. His jaw unclenched as did his arms, and he was content to simply lie next to her and pant, trying to catch his breath. His cock was still impaled within her, but not hilted any longer, and he gave it very little thought. He knew he should pull out now, give her a chance to rest, but he didn't seem to have the energy to move. He just limply laid next to her and panted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 16:01:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The first thing she realized, when she started realizing things again, was that his arms were still wrapped around her, still holding them together.&nbsp; His grip was already loosening, though, both of their bodies finally spasming back down into something like relaxation.&nbsp; Now she discovered how sore she was, everywhere -- she must have been practically thrashing, she realized, and was amazed that they were still so close together, apparently neither of them having hit the other in their throes.<br><br>She felt the now-warmed lube trickling out of her, along with his seed.&nbsp; He was still inside her, and she fought the urge to clench and try to force him out.&nbsp; That particular ache was the worst now, clamoring at her for relief, and she wriggled discreetly, sure he'd have to soften and slip out soon.&nbsp; The movement wriggled her sex against his hand, and she groaned at the pressure on her clit.&nbsp; Probably she hadn't even really recovered from that painful second orgasm he'd forced on her earlier, and this was simply too much on top of that.&nbsp; Not that it was all bad, but it was certainly too much of a good thing right now.<br><br>Learning her lesson, she stopped moving.&nbsp; It was too much effort, anyway; much better just to lie there and relax, to let the last of her muscles finally stop their twitching.&nbsp; She always thought of these sensations as aftershocks, echoes of the bliss of orgasm still darting through her now and then and making the earth move.&nbsp; Considering what a great orgasm that had been, she imagined these would last a very long time...<br><br>After a few moments, or maybe a lot longer, most of her was just as limp as he was, with only the occasional sharp shiver reminding her.&nbsp; Her breath was finally back to normal, and smaller details were returning.&nbsp; She noticed that her head was tilted at an uncomfortable angle, and that his breath was very damp and slightly unpleasant against her bare shoulder, but she lacked the energy to fix those things and just stayed as she was.&nbsp; It wasn't so bad, after all -- only the being stretched part was really registering, and she could put up with that a little longer.&nbsp; She couldn't tell if he was any softer, feeling numb in some places and tingly in others, but surely he wouldn't last much longer.&nbsp; She heard herself whimpering faintly, only that last discomfort keeping her from passing out into an exhausted sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 16:29:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While he was still catching his breath, he felt her move a little, trying to pull off of him. The movement hurt his now painfully turgid cock a little, and his breath caught between his teeth. Then she stopped moving. But to him, the movement was clear - she wanted it out of her. He too wanted out, as it was starting to become more painful with her tight muscle keeping at least some of the blood trapped at his tip. Still, he was a little too exhausted to move just yet. He waited for a bit, catching his breath, and feeling his heartbeat go back to something approaching normal.<br><br>He pulled his hand away from her sex, and placed it on her hip. Then he slowly rotated her hip away from him while pulling out. When the head finally came out, he sighed in releaf, released her hip slowly, and relaxed back against her again. His hard cock naturally nestled back between her cheeks, and continued to throb painfully. Nevertheless, it felt much better withdrawn from her, and he was sure it would become limp very soon.<br><br>Something played on the radio that he didn't like. He couldn't recall the song, but he knew it was one of the later songs on the Empire album from Queensryche. He didn't really care for the songs on the second side. But it wasn't horrible, and he could tolerate it for the moment. He made a contented little moan, and pulled her closer into a hug. The hug suprised him, only in that they were only slightly sweaty, and not drenched. Most of the orgasms that he'd had that approached this last one in intensity had left him sopping wet. Well, most of those hadn't been with his cock in the woman's ass either, and he usually didn't go real hard or fast back there, unless the girl asked him to... and some did.<br><br>"My God... that was intense... Sore," he stated, as he leaned his head forward, and pressed his forehead into the back of her head. He figured she wouldn't understand and would ask for clarification. But to his befuddled mind, it made perfect sense. He was telling her that he was sore while asking if she was too, all by stating a single word. But most people didn't "get it" when he said something like that, not that he minded.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>15-04-2008, 22:29:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as he pulled his hand away, feeling suddenly too cold and empty, even though it was a bit of a relief.&nbsp; Then she realized what else he was doing, and moved readily, if tiredly, to cooperate.&nbsp; Her sigh joined his, and she felt instantly better.&nbsp; Until that moment, she hadn't quite realized just how sore and worn out she felt back there, and his departure felt wonderful.<br><br>She sighed again, barely even noticing the music, or indeed much of anything beyond her own relief and the feel of him pressed against her.&nbsp; Now she could tell that he was still quite hard indeed, which seemed a little odd to her.&nbsp; But hey, if he liked this that much, she'd just have to keep it in mind for later, whenever she might need to get him in an especially good mood.&nbsp; That stunt of his ex's... well, that she'd have to think about.&nbsp; Maybe in a really dire situation, though she hoped it wouldn't ever come to that.<br><br>Still tired, and almost as befuddled as he was, she relaxed back into his arms.&nbsp; She also still ached, but it was a somewhat more pleasant soreness now, and she could enjoy the afterglow a little more.&nbsp; All in all, this had gone quite well, she thought, and it boded well for her future success.&nbsp; Maybe she could get more than just some new underwear out of him, like a nice new outfit or two, something for going out clubbing -- if he even liked doing that.&nbsp; She'd have to find out more about his likes and dislikes.<br><br>His voice cut into this vague train of thought, and she nodded faintly.&nbsp; "Yeah, me too," she agreed, understanding his meaning in spite of her own tired mind, or perhaps because of it.&nbsp; "And you thought you might not be able to," she added, grinning to herself.&nbsp; That had actually been pretty impressive, especially for an older guy.&nbsp; She could feel fluids leaking more steadily now, and knew she'd have to go clean up soon, but right now, this felt awfully good, just lying here like this with him.&nbsp; She'd just stay here for a little while longer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-04-2008, 23:33:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>This</em>," he said, squeezing her just a little bit, "feels <em>really</em> good. But we should try not to fall asleep. Gotta blow out the candles, clean up and stuff, before sleep. Sides, we'll get damn cold if we don't get under the covers at some point..." he drowsily.<br><br>"And... uh," he paused, and kissed her neck, "and I'm making assumptions, aren't I? Stay here tonight. I don't want you getting pegged with a DUI. Well, and I just want you to stay. If you will."<br><br>He was tired, and really not feeling like going a third time at all. But he ran a hand gently up her leg, over her hip, and up her ribcage. He ran his hand down toward her breast that was nearest the mattress, and then put his hand on it. He lifted it just a little, and then gripped it in a gently firm and relaxed manner, cupping and supporting it, almost as if his hand was the cup of a bra. His cock slowly started to go flaccid in it's wet embrace between her cheeks, and his eyes slid closed. He made a contented little moan and started breathing in the slow relaxed manner that he would if he was sleeping. But he was still awake, if just barely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>17-04-2008, 17:08:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yeah, candles," she murmured, still not opening her eyes.&nbsp; Alcohol, the long day, and the aftermath of pretty wild sex had her in something very like a coma, but he was right -- they couldn't pass out just yet.&nbsp; She sighed, nestling back into his kisses, and making a little approving sound at his gentle caresses.<br><br>Then he said he wanted her to stay, and she smiled to herself.&nbsp; That was about the best thing she could have heard just then -- the longer she stayed, the more he'd get used to having her around, and the easier her job would be.&nbsp; "Mm, I'd like to stay.&nbsp; Thanks," she said, trying to strike just the right balance of enthusiasm and simple practicality.&nbsp; It wouldn't do to start scaring him by over-attaching herself so soon.<br><br>She could feel him going soft at last, his damp shaft leaving a trail of cold wetness on her skin that made her shiver.&nbsp; Again she sighed, this time resignedly, and turned her head to nuzzle against his cheek.&nbsp; "I need to go use your bathroom," she whispered, reluctantly slipping out from his tired but still slightly possessive embrace.&nbsp; "I'll be right back."&nbsp; She blew out the candles on the way, still ignoring the music, and padded over to freshen up, regretting the lack of a toothbrush.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 01:26:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed after she left his side, and he flopped over onto his back. He stretched, groaning loudly, and ended the stretch in a convulsed little ball in the center of his bed. God, he didn't want to move again. But he forced himself to get up. He went and found his pants. His cigarettes were in there in a pocket, and he pulled one out. The lighter wasn't there, and he couldn't remember what he did with it. It didn't matter though. He walked over to one of the candles, lit his cigarette off the flame, and then blew the candle out with a puff of smoke. <br><br>He tossed all the discarded clothes on the floor toward the hamper, although few of them actually made it in. He shut off the music. Then he sat on the end of the bed smoking, waiting for her to reimerge. He needed to use the bathroom too, and didn't feel like going down the hall to the other bathroom. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 05:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she was up, she made sure not to dawdle.&nbsp; All men hated it when women hogged the bathroom, and she wasn't going to undo all her work by annoying him now.&nbsp; So she did an extremely shortened version of her usual routine, made easier by the fact that she didn't have much to work with in someone else's bathroom.&nbsp; But she made herself presentable, managing to ignore the strange, tingling soreness in her backside for the most part.&nbsp; It would be better by the morning.<br><br>She couldn't hide a frown at his smoking when she returned.&nbsp; It was his house, and if she tried nagging him about that sort of thing, she really would undo all her work.&nbsp; Still, it was hard for her not to cough at the smoke, though she managed to smile again quickly.&nbsp; "Your turn.&nbsp; Got anything I could wear to sleep in, or do you just prefer me like this?"&nbsp; She let him get a good look at her naked form -- might as well throw in a little more tempting -- and tilted her head, one eyebrow raised.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 17:18:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm...." Charles said, looking at her siloetted in the light spilling from the bathroom. "I like <em>this</em>." he said, laying a hand on her hip, "but if ya want to actually sleep in somethin, or just have somethin to lounge in later, then I'm sure I can come up with somethin in a bit... Did I jus say somethin too many times in a row?" He chuckled, obviously still a little tipsy, but far more sober now then he had been when they'd reached his house.<br><br>He didn't wait for a response; he had drank too much earlier, and his bladder was complaining. He didn't even bother to close the door, and he made a bee line for the toilet. The nearly finished cigarette went into the toilet to be flushed away with yellowed water.<br><br>After he finished, he took his time at the sink. First, he washed his hands. Then he grabbed a clean wash cloth so he could start on the other part. Then he got up on his tippie-toes to drop his whole package into the sink, and he used the soapy washcloth to wash where the sun don't shine. After a good scrubbing and rinse, he took just a few moments to brush his teeth. He rushed through that, hoping to climb into bed with Michelle before she fell asleep.<br><br>Once he finished up, he exited, but left the light on. He walked over, and drapped the wrung out but still damp washcloth onto the edge of the hamper. "I'm gonna get some water. I usually drink a big ol cup before bed if I've been drinking. Usually keeps me from getting a hangover. Want one?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 17:38:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was very nearly asleep by the time he returned, the warmth and comfort of the bed almost too much for her.&nbsp; On the plus side, since they'd been on top of the covers, there wasn't anything like a wet spot to worry about, but on the other hand, she had wondered, sleepily, how hard it might be to get lube out of the blankets.&nbsp; Then she'd stopped thinking about much of anything, and had been faintly startled by his reappearance.<br><br>Though she was tempted to ask for some hair of the dog, he probably had the right idea.&nbsp; She'd probably not drunk enough for a hangover, but there was no sense taking chances.&nbsp; If he wanted wake-up sex, she'd have to oblige, to keep him in a good and generous mood.&nbsp; "Sure, that sounds good," she murmured.&nbsp; "Thanks.&nbsp; Oh, which side do you want?" she added, hoping she wouldn't have to move from her comfy spot.&nbsp; She'd gone to the side opposite the table that had held the lube, but that was only a guess.&nbsp; Probably he was one of those people who wanted to sprawl over the entire bed, she thought with an inward sigh, but she'd have to make do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 19:01:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles looked down at her, and laughed just a little. "Whatever side you're on... to begin with. Then I'll probably sprawl all out and steal all the pillows in my sleep, and shove the blanket onto you if I don't kick it off the bed. There's a reason why I usually don't bother to make my bed. I destroy it everytime I sleep..." He turned, and started toward the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway, and turned to look back at her. <br><br>"My ex used to talk about getting protective gear because I thrash around so much in my sleep. Don't worry... I almost never leave bruises. But you might get thwaped," he smiled, suppressing easy laughter. It wasn't immediately clear if he was joking or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-04-2008, 20:41:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned up at him during all this, hoping he was joking, but somehow, pretty sure that he wasn't.&nbsp; This wasn't a good sign -- she was often a very light sleeper in unfamiliar beds, and bruising or not, anything like a thwap would be sure to wake her up.&nbsp; She'd just have to hope that he was exaggerating, or at least that her own exhaustion would help her sleep through more than usual.<br><br>"I'll just dump whatever's left of my water on your head if you get too violent," she promised wryly, then grimaced into her pillow as she realized that her natural sarcasm had slipped out.&nbsp; It was easy to forget to be charming when you were this worn out, but hopefully he'd take it as the joke it was meant to be, since he was already in that frame of mind.&nbsp; "Only as a last resort, of course," she added, crossing her fingers under the covers.&nbsp; She'd thought the sex would be the most difficult part, but maybe it was going to be the talking and persuading and such, after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 18:56:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her joke, and stood in the doorway stark naked, looking down at her. He didn't answer, but instead turned and walked toward the kitchen.<br><br><br>He returned after a few minutes with two large cups of ice water. He sipped from one, and handed the other to the half asleep girl. He walked over his closet, opened it up, and started riffling through his clothes. It was shocking that nearly every garment in the closet was black. Well, he had joked at work that it was the case and that it was as dark as his soul. He found an old iron maiden that was had faded to dark grey. He pulled it out, and then climbed into bed. He handed her the shirt.<br><br>"Here, you can sleep in this if you want. Or at least wear it for breakfast. Don't worry, Eddie will protect you while you sleep, and keep me from wapping you." He spread the shirt out, and there was some sort of cyborg on the front with a pair of pistols, and he seemed to be skinless. He didn't tell her that it was Eddie, Iron Maiden's mascot. He figured that she'd ask, and then he could make fun of her for not knowing such an obvious piece of metal lore.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-04-2008, 21:20:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle woke up enough to drink, at least, the water just what she needed.&nbsp; She hadn't realized how dehydrated she was after all that walking.&nbsp; And, well, other exercise, too.&nbsp; It was amazing they weren't both dripping with sweat after that romp.<br><br>"Eddie?" she echoed, finally focusing her sleepy eyes on the faded picture.&nbsp; "Cute.&nbsp; What's that, the mascot or something?"&nbsp; After the earlier musical teasing, she knew what he could take on that subject, and she waited patiently for the lecture that she could almost see building up in him.&nbsp; The picture was of something <em>everyone</em> should know, no doubt, and he would make a show of enlightening her, just as he had before.&nbsp; She pulled the shirt on, and it felt as soft and comfortable as it looked.&nbsp; This would be nice to curl up in, even if she ended up having to take it off sooner than expected.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 03:28:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He drank most of his water, and then climbed into bed with her. As she asked her question, he just smiled. He was feeling just a little too tired to poke fun at her right now. And maybe he was feeling a little too affectionate too.<br><br>He pulled her close, spooning her once more, and murmured, "Yeah, he's their mascot. He's on every album cover. They kill him at every concert, but he's immortal, so he always comes back in a new incarnation. You should see it. He's this giant 10 foot thing that walks around on stage, and they literally tear him apart each show at the end."<br><br>He kissed her right behind her ear, and he closed his eyes. He already felt himself starting to drift off to sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 15:16:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, that's adorable," Michelle said, shaking her head as they again settled against each other.&nbsp; She hadn't expected such affection, but it was a very nice surprise, and she was enjoying it.&nbsp; Her voice was still dry and sarcastic, but her body language told a different story.&nbsp; She sighed contentedly and nestled back into his arms, wrapping her arms over his and lightly stroking his hands.&nbsp; "What happened to the good old days, when groups just smashed guitars on stage?"<br><br>Now sated and much less sore, she was nearly as close to sleep as he was.&nbsp; Maybe she'd at least get a good long nap in before he started doing any thrashing.&nbsp; "This was a good day," she murmured, feeling perfectly warm and comfortable now.&nbsp; It was another very nice surprise to realize that the compliment came naturally to her -- she'd been ready to say good things no matter what, but somewhere along the way, she'd started feeling comfortable with him, aside from the occasional bout of nerves as she wondered how far she could go in certain ways.&nbsp; "G'night."&nbsp; She sighed again, and was already more than half asleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 15:46:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was half asleep, but still trying to track what she was saying. "Eddie's not <em>adorable</em>, silly. He's <em>evil</em>... and cool."<br><br>He sighed loudly, squirmed as he snuggled a bit, and then continued speaking in a voice that very much sounded like he might fall asleep mid-sentence. "Yes... A good day..." <br><br>He nodded off for a moment, but just as the first tiny snore started, he woke up again. Then he quoted Shrek to her. "And in the morning, I'm making waffles."<br><br>Then he promptly fell asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 18:07:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle blinked more awake for a moment, trying to make sense of his last sentence, then sighed again and gave in to sleep, mentally bracing herself for an odd night of dodging blows and clinging to the edge of the bed.<br><br>Though as it turned out, it wasn't quite the hell she'd half-expected.&nbsp; She awoke vaguely a few times during the night, simply because it was an unfamiliar bed-- she'd gotten used to his snoring, which was thankfully failry quiet.&nbsp; The only serious incident happened about halfway through the night, when he decided to give up on spooning and rolled over, quickly, nearly dragging her with him.&nbsp; He did drag the covers with him, and Michelle spent several annoyed minutes trying to get some of them back.<br><br>Finally, she managed to get a little covered up again, though only a little, her legs below the knee the only truly warm parts of her now.&nbsp; Frowning and thinking angry thoughts, planning for two separate sets of covers for the next time she slept with him, she pressed up against him, trying to share as much body heat as possible.&nbsp; She never got really soundly back to sleep, but she did all right until morning, and would probably not be too cranky.&nbsp; Hopefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 17:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the pressing need to take a leak that woke him up. For a confused moment, as he felt someone pressed up against him, he thought it was his wife. But then he remembered that they'd divorced. He shuddered with the remembrance of his ex and how the relationship had all came to slow and grinding end in the last couple of years, and then she'd forgotten to turn off the computer one night, and how he'd found the love notes from her lover displayed across the screen from the Instant Messenger program she used. But then he remembered in brief snatches the night before, and he smiled to himself. He would stay in bed with her if he could, but his bladder was being quite insistent. So he slowly and carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake her.<br><br>He noticed that she was mostly uncovered, and it was chilly when he stood. He bent, and covered her up. Even asleep and without makeup, she was still adorable, or so he thought. She was so much prettier then his ex was. If this became a serious thing, then he'd be tempted to go and show her off to his ex, just to rub it in that he was not only desirable, but desirable to women that were both younger, prettier, and thinner then his ex. He kissed Michelle lightly in the middle of her forehead, and walked to the restroom.<br><br>He closed the door, only because he didn't want to disturb the girl in his bed if he could help it. He peed forever, but eventually finished, and flushed. Like always, he woke up hungry. He was even more hungry then normal this morning, and his stomach grumbled angrily at him. Well, he didn't like leaving the house without a shower, or even cooking unless he felt clean first. He wasn't sure whether to say something to her, or just hop straight in the shower. Well, there was another bathroom, the one she'd used last night when they'd just gotten in. Besides, why wake her if she was sleeping? He opened the bathroom door just a little so it wouldn't steam up so badly, and then hopped in the shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 18:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle woke up when he moved, though not much.&nbsp; She sighed as he pulled the blankets up over her, even smiling faintly when he kissed her forehead, but she couldn't bring herself to really wake up just yet.&nbsp; Now she was warm and comfy, and apparently he didn't mind having her around in the morning, so everything was going pretty perfectly as far as she was concerned.<br><br>But the running water reminded her that she needed a bathroom, too, and she groaned to herself, forced to pry herself from the warmth.&nbsp; She availed herself of the half-bathroom, glad it was there -- she couldn't afford an apartment like this.&nbsp; But soon, maybe very soon, she'd be living here, or someplace even nicer.<br><br>She checked her hair -- nicely tousled, she thought, though in need of a wash -- and then pulled off the t-shirt and glanced over the rest of her.&nbsp; Her backside still felt a little off, and she was sure she could still make out a very faint red mark from his hand on one cheek, but&nbsp; otherwise she was just a little stiff, and that would work itself out shortly.&nbsp; She stretched, hoping that Charles would like what he saw of her as much in the daylight.&nbsp; Maybe he'd appreciate her lack of tan lines, for one thing.&nbsp; She grinned, rinsed out her mouth to help get rid of any morning breath, and padded back into the bedroom.<br><br>Tossing the shirt on the bed, which was just as destroyed as he'd said it would be, she went over to the bathroom, enjoying the warmth of the steam.&nbsp; She tapped on the door, leaning in just a little.&nbsp; "Got room for one more?" she called.&nbsp; "I can wait until you're done if you'd rather, but I thought this might be a nice way to start the day."&nbsp; It was best to get in some more sex as soon as possible, she thought, before any next-day nervousness could set in.&nbsp; She wanted him to get used to having her around...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 19:38:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah, come on in here. How you feeling? Hung over?" he asks her with a smile as she appears. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 20:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still grinning herself, she slipped inside, finally beginning to feel warm all the way through.&nbsp; "Mm, this is nice.&nbsp; No, I'm all right -- just a little extra tired.&nbsp; And that might not even be from the drinking."&nbsp; Giggling, she ducked her head under the spray and slicked back her hair to keep it out of the way.&nbsp; "Now we'll find out if you hog the water as much as you hog the covers," she said, looking as stern as possible, though her eyes shone with laughter.&nbsp; "Though on the other hand, at least you didn't give me a black eye at three a.m."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 21:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He both laughed and blushed slightly at the same time. "Sorry. Didn't mean to steal the covers. You shoulda just stole them back..."<br><br>He pointed a finger at her, and continued, "And for the record, I never once gave her a black eye. I probably came close a few times with an elbow, but almost only counts in horseshoes, right? So do you want me to wash your back... or your front?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 22:33:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, I tried to steal them back.&nbsp; You just wouldn't let go.&nbsp; Next time maybe I'll try a crowbar."&nbsp; Again she looked as serious as she could, since that kind of teasing seemed to go over well, lucky for her.&nbsp; Usually her sarcasm got her in trouble, and she'd been worried about that.<br><br>She smiled and raised an eyebrow as he pointed at her.&nbsp; "Well, just so long as I'm not your first sleeping black eye.&nbsp; That would take some explaining.&nbsp; But all of me needs washing.&nbsp; Where would you like to start?"&nbsp; She made a slow turn, letting him see her from all angles, looking at him as much as she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-04-2008, 23:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and seemed to find humor in her sarcastic remark about using a crowbar on him while he was alseep. "Crowbar, huh? Ok." he nodded, "but only if give me permission to use a crowbar on <em>you</em> when you're sleeping. I never mentioned that I'm part crow, did I?" He reached down, and grabbed himself by the base of his cock, and waved it at her. "This is my crowbar. I think the two of you met last night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 00:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle couldn't help but roll her eyes at this.&nbsp; All men seemed to get like this now and then, but she could never figure out why.&nbsp; It was better just to humor them.&nbsp; "Part crow, huh?&nbsp; You mean the bird?"&nbsp; She edged a little closer, eyes flickering back and forth from his face to his erection.&nbsp; "You can't mean the bird.&nbsp; That's way too big for a bird."&nbsp; She grinned, putting her hand on his, purposely avoiding actually touching his shaft.&nbsp; "So what's your crowbar planning to do this morning?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 00:22:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed at her disbelief. "No really, I'm part Crow. On my mom's side, we're part Choctaw indian. Crow in English. Not that it's enough to mean anything, and it's not like I've been out to the rez to look up relatives or anything. My great grandpa was half indian, half white. Grew up on the rez in Oklahoma, went to work in the oilfields. He was pretty light skinned, like most of the tribes that had made up the Iroquois Nation before whitey came along and kicked over the anthill, and sent them all to reservations out West. So they moved to Arkansas, and he passed himself of as a white man, and everything was cool. And I'm part Mexican and Jewish, and God knows what else. I have an aunt that's all into that kinda geneology stuff, and she keeps turning up all this crazy stuff." He shrugged, "Not that any of it matters. We're all the same species, and come from the same place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 00:45:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seriously?&nbsp; That's cool," Michelle said, once she figured out that he really was being serious.&nbsp; "I'm just a European mutt myself -- you know, Irish and French and all that.&nbsp; But you're right, that sort of thing doesn't matter.&nbsp; Unless you're into the genealogy stuff, I guess.&nbsp; Or if you just like to be able to make crowbar jokes."&nbsp; She grinned and pressed a little closer, her fingers still teasing over his hand, now and then slipping over to caress his thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 01:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed more, and said, "Well, never actually called it a crowbar before. Just thought of it. But I kinda like it."<br><br>He adopted a deep and clipped accent, trying to sound like an indian. "An the warrior Crazy Bear, he pried open the legs of pale face women with his Crow bar, an made the pale face women crazy for Crow bar. An many pale face women married Crow warriors, an that's how in the old days, the Crow Nation got less dark then other tribes. Cause we stay hard as rock, and go all night long, and make pale face women weak in their knees. So the story goes..."<br><br>He started laughing pretty hard at that point, and said, "Sorry... Couldn't help it... Man... don't let me do that in public... I'll get us both killed... do that in front of the wrong guy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 15:26:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, my GOD, that is TERRIBLE!"&nbsp; Michelle was appalled, but unfortunately also couldn't keep an entirely straight face, lapsing into embarrassed giggles now and then.&nbsp; "If you do that in public, <em>I'll</em> kill you," she said, slapping lightly at his shoulder.<br><br>"You didn't quite go all night long, either," she added, now tracing her fingers lightly over his shaft, which she refused to think of as any kind of crowbar.&nbsp; "But I have to admit, you did stay hard as rock for an awfully long time..."&nbsp; She smiled invitingly, giving him a soft kiss before beginning to work her way across his cheek and down his neck, kissing and nibbling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 16:32:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His laughter started to slow down a bit as she started teasing his thick crow bar and kissing him.<br><br>"Sorry..." he muttered, "I'm an irreverent bastard. I make fun of <em>everyone</em> and <em>everything</em>. Life's too short to be takes seriously."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 17:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You certainly are an irreverent bastard.&nbsp; Can't argue with you there."&nbsp; She murmured the words against his skin, keeping right on with her teasing.&nbsp; "But on the other hand, a little of that can really help keep life... interesting... like you said."&nbsp; She squeezed him a little more firmly, then her lips found his ear and she nibbled at it gently.&nbsp; "And you're hard as rock again, you know," she whispered, smiling.&nbsp; She had to admit that she was pretty ready for another round herself...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 19:33:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm... yes, I noticed." He moved a hand down her chest, over her breast, and down to her pussy. He snaked a finger between her legs to tease at her hole.<br><br>"You seem pretty happy yourself. You know, you never did show me how good you suck cock. I'm probably just a perv, but I always did imagine that you were quite a good little cock sucker. I bet you swallow too." He was smiling, and there was a teasing lilt in his voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 20:08:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now she glared.&nbsp; She couldn't help it -- he was being affectionate, they were having a perfectly nice, if odd, conversation, and then he had to start talking about <em>that</em>, just forcing the subject in out of nowhere.<br><br>But she bit back her annoyance.&nbsp; "I've been told I'm good at that, yeah... and if you promise never to call me that ever again, I'll demonstrate."&nbsp; Her smile was a little less teasing and a little more tense, and she had to make herself relax, trying to focus on what his finger was doing, which felt pretty good.&nbsp; "You want it right here, then, all wet and wild?&nbsp; You'll have to wait and find out for yourself if I swallow or not."&nbsp; Now her eyes were definitely teasing again, her momentary annoyance left behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 01:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean that in a bad way. Really," he said quite sincerely and looked into her eyes. He ran a hand along her cheek when he said it. "Sorry, I guess I'm bringing a bunch of baggage along with me. My ex... well, she liked that kinda talk, and I guess when you're with someone for such a long time, you get into habits that... aren't nessisarily appreciated by others. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>24-04-2008, 14:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now she felt a little flustered -- she hadn't really expected an apology, or at least not such a sincere one, plus he was actually talking about his feelings, which was more than a lot of men ever bothered with, unless forced.&nbsp; She just couldn't quite make up her mind about him...<br><br>"Well, we're still getting used to each other," she said, which was more true than she would have thought just a little while ago.&nbsp; "Tell you what -- I'll try not to jump to conclusions so fast, and you try forgetting your ex a little more, okay?"&nbsp; She smiled, then nuzzled at his neck again.&nbsp; "Meantime, we'd better get busy, one way or another, before we lose all the hot water."&nbsp; Her hand resumed its gentle stroking of his shaft, and she pressed closer encouragingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-04-2008, 11:37:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued to gently finger her with the tip of one finger. "So, I guess the question is, do we screw now in the hot water, and probably leave you to wash in cold water... or, do we tease each other while getting you clean...<br><br>"Me, I'm pretty much done. Just gotta make sure I got all the soap washed out of... the nooks and crannies," he smiled. "Or we <em>could</em> try to do both at the same time. I'm not sure how that'd work out; never tried it. But if you turn around, I could use my crowbar, pry you open and slide it in, and then see if I can slow fuck you and wash you at the same time. The shampoo's behind you if you want to turn around and hand it to me." He said it all with an amused twinkle in his eyes, a hard cock throbbing between them, and a fingertip slowly working in and out of the hole between her lower lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-04-2008, 15:32:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hate washing in cold water," Michelle murmured, her eyes half-closed now as she focused again on the slow and steady movements of his finger.&nbsp; "Let's be daring and try both at once."&nbsp; She did wonder, with a quiet sigh, if she'd ever get used to his little crowbar joke, which he seemed unfortunately very fond of, but otherwise that was a very interesting suggestion.<br><br>She turned very slowly, reluctant to pull away from his hand, even though she knew she'd soon have something better there.&nbsp; Her fingers traced over his shaft for as long as possible before she finally picked up the shampoo bottle and handed it back to him over her shoulder, mainly keeping her back to him.&nbsp; Then she pretended to be distracted by something on the floor of the shower, and leaned forward a little, presenting the curve of her backside for his inspection.&nbsp; "Hm, what's that?" she said innocently, wiggling her hips a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-04-2008, 20:20:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she bent over, she gave him an excellent view of her little pink rosebud which was undoubtedly a little pinker this morning then it had been last night. Just beyond that, there was a hint of her pussy. Seeing it in good light for the first time, he thought to himself just how pretty of a little rosebud she had too. It made him want to slip in there instead... Still, he figured that it wouldn't be a good idea, at least not <em>this</em> morning. She was probably a still sore from last night. Still, maybe she'd let him play with it just a little, or maybe lick it. Neither seemed an easy prospect in the cramped wet shower. But like many things, ease or difficulty was often inversely related to reward.<br><br>Still, for the moment, he'd try what he'd suggested. He put a hand on each hip, and moved forward toward her. His cock was hard and pointed rather upward. As he moved forward, it tried to impale itself into her pink rosebud again, but he was moving gently, so it was just a mild bump against it. He moved a hand down, and grabbed himself by the base of the shaft, and pointed it down a little. The soft wet head found her warm willing entrance easily, and started to naturally slip in. As he let go of the shaft and took a half step forward, in nestled deep within her.<br><br>God he wanted to play with her little asshole again. First though, to what he'd promised. He took the bottle of shampoo from her. He squirted out some of the Finesse into his hand and was about to apply it to her hair, when he took a second look at it. It was the amount that he'd use on his own goofy short hair... She'd likely need an amount similar to what he'd used back when <em>he</em> had long hair. He tripled the amount in his hand, and as he moved to apply it, his hard cock twitched on its own accord while it was impaled in her wet pussy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-04-2008, 20:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sensed him enjoying the view, and wondered, a little ashamedly, if things looked any different back there after last night.&nbsp; At least everything felt okay... mostly.&nbsp; She prepared to object when he seemed to be heading there again, but he changed course quickly.&nbsp; A brief rearranging, a small thrust back, and she felt him slip in all the way.&nbsp; She moaned appreciatively, again wiggling her hips invitingly.<br><br>She looked back over her shoulder, grinning, watching him with the shampoo.&nbsp; This was a little odd, and a bit cramped, but she did like shower sex.&nbsp; All the water cascading down gave her an extra thrill, and she already knew he was pretty good at this sort of thing, in any location.&nbsp; She braced herself, wanting to be ready whenever he decided to thrust in earnest, then moaned again as she felt him twitch.<br><br>"I guess it likes being in there, huh?" she teased, rocking her hips a little, just enough to keep them both excited.&nbsp; She giggled as he started shampooing her hair, awkwardly, and tried to twist her head back enough to make it easier for him.&nbsp; "Nice and hard, now," she said, laughing, and gasping faintly as she pressed back and took him as far as he would go once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 13:24:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't sure if she meant "nice and hard" in regards to the sex, or the shampooing. Nevertheless, he intended to as good of a job with washing her as he could. Strangely enough, he had never actually done this before, and he wanted to take his time and savor it. Sure, he'd had women in the shower with him plenty of times before, but usually, either he was hopping in after they'd already mostly or entirely bathed, or they were hopping in while he was in the middle of washing himself. Worse yet, was when both got in the shower at the same time, and had the inevitable scramble as they fought over the shower's resources, mostly the water. He sighed to himself, and determined that when he bought his own place, that the master bathroom shower was going to have two shower heads (at least), just to bring to an end those showers that should be sensuous and enjoyable, but were actually hectic instead.<br><br>Having had long hair himself for over a decade, he knew quite well how to wash long hair. He started at the ends, and started working his way up. The shampoo and water helped lubricate her hair and his splayed out hands racked through it periodically to keep the tangles to a minimum, not that anything would prevent them entirely. He wanted to make sure he didn't get any shampoo in her eyes. As he started closing in on her scalp, he whispered to her, "Close your eyes."<br><br>Once he worked his way to her scalp, he gently massaged it with his finger tips, and gently scratched it with his nails. In all honesty, he was actually paying more attention to washing her hair then actually having sex with her, but he had positioned his hips down low, so she could move herself up and down on him if she wanted. It wasn't even with a conscious thought that he started meeting her halfway and counter thrusting. All he knew was that it felt good, but he kept his concentration on her top instead of her bottom. It was about time to rinse her, and begin working in the conditioner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 15:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Far from worrying about anything like limited shower resources, Michelle was in heaven.&nbsp; "Oh my GOD, that feels good," she said, her voice almost a moan.&nbsp; Just the practical stuff had felt great, and once he actually began massaging her scalp, it shot up to fantastic.&nbsp; The combination of sex and massaging, it turned out, was amazing, relaxing her at the same time it made her want to be ride him hard until neither of them could stand it anymore.<br><br>She rocked back against him steadily, as much as she could without messing up what his wonderful hands were doing.&nbsp; Even before he started thrusting forward to meet her, she was already forcing back moans.&nbsp; She could feel every bit of him inside her, her passage clinging to him tightly, and she shivered with the sensations.&nbsp; It would be almost embarrassing to climax like this, but she felt suddenly that she might do just that, and bit her lip, whimpering, forgetting all about rinsing and conditioner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 19:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are your eyes closed?" he asked. He removed his hands, and used them to hold her around the middle. He slowly walked forward, pushing her in front of him and still impaled within her. Now in the middle of the shower, he reached up to the nozzle, and adjusted it so he could rinse her hair. Nice smelling foam skated down her back and over her ass, and deposited a white froth across his cock that he was still slowly working in and out of her. It looked obscene with the froth covering his shaft, and piled up in the crack of her ass. It looked almost like he'd shot a hundred loads all at once, and continued to fuck her so as to churn the semen into bubbly mess.<br><br>He tried to press the filthy thoughts away, as they made his heart pound and the desire to climax so much stronger. He pushed hard in and out of her quickly for a dozen or so strokes, until the water washed away the perverse looking froth from them, and he forced himself to stop with a ragged sigh in her ear. He pointed the water away from her face and head again. He grabbed the bottle of conditioner, and squirted a generous portion of the white, pearlescent creme into his hand, right in front of her face. It smelled both pleasant and unpleasant, with a bitter almond smell, with subtle undertones of nice fragrances and pungent chemicals. It looked like a hand full of cum. He smiled to secret kinky thoughts as he smeared the white substance into her hair and started working it in. His cock twitched, and if he wasn't careful with his thoughts and movements, he was going to shoot a load right up into her now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 20:39:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," Michelle said indistinctly, before he moved them both slowly forward and she was left able only to moan and gasp.&nbsp; He seemed to be in a little deeper now, and she pressed back hungrily, wanting every inch.&nbsp; She felt the suds, strange and just a bit slimy, but she didn't care.&nbsp; All she could think of for any length of time was how much she wanted to give in and let herself scream in climax.<br><br>She was just starting to get control of that urge, trying to save it up so she could have a really good, bathroom-shattering orgasm, when he had to go and start thrusting harder.&nbsp; Groaning, she didn't even try to resist the urge to thrust back at him, quickly catching his rhythm and meeting him smoothly.&nbsp; If she'd been able to share any of his kinky thoughts, she wouldn't have been able to resist an instant longer.<br><br>As it was, as he went back to his massaging, she felt his shaft twitch deep inside her, and she let out a little cry that echoed alarmingly from the tile.&nbsp; "Oh, god," she muttered, flushing as much with embarrassment as arousal as she suddenly slid over the edge, her release starting slowly but building to a slightly wild crescendo.&nbsp; Her hips shoved back hard, a string of little moans and cries going on and on, surprising her slightly with how long they lasted.&nbsp; She nearly let out a scream as she peaked, but bit it back, still rocking hard against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-04-2008, 23:57:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she thrust back, flushed, and started moaning in orgasm, it pushed him over the edge as well. He started a series of short, shallow thrusts as his orgasm overtook him. His moans joined hers, more loudly, and without thinking about it, he grabbed her breasts hard for something to hold onto while he rocked. Of course his hands were still covered in the slick conditioner, and it was as if his hands were covered in lube as he pawed at her breasts. His hard grabs caused her breasts to slide out of his hands, and so, again without thought, he grabbed for them only to have them do the same thing. Again and again as he came, he grabbed her breasts only to have them slide out of his grasp. Finally, the water streaming down her front washed enough of the conditioner to allow him to grasp and hold her breasts as he finished climaxing. By then, instead of grabbing them hard, he just held them firmly, and felt the hard nipples stabbing into the palms of his hands.<br><br>He gave a final shuddering moanish exhale, and panted, "Wasn't trying... to come yet... was just... teasing..."<br><br>He wrapped his arms around her chest then, under her breasts, and kissed her hard under her right ear. He was... feeling far more affectionate toward her then he'd imagined that he was. He'd almost whispered a three word phrase into her ear when he wrapped his arms around her. It was far too early to even think of uttering that though. He had to remember what she was. She was a gold digger. She wasn't here because she liked <em>him</em>. She was here because she liked the money he was set to inherit. And she was here because he was lonely enough to put up with that. It wasn't a set of pleasant thoughts. He tried to push them away, and just live in the moment.<br><br>Instead, he just whispered, "Carpe diem."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>30-04-2008, 02:12:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You sure seized me," Michelle managed to say, more stunned than annoyed, at least for now.&nbsp; Her breasts were, in fact, quite sore now, and it was a distinct relief when he moved his arms down lower.&nbsp; She wrapped her arms over his, hanging onto him tightly, still impaled and shivering.&nbsp; In spite of the unexpected (and painful) grabbing, she'd managed to have quite the orgasm, and she could feel herself still throbbing around him as she relaxed.&nbsp; Or maybe it was because of the grabbing, a mischievous thought suggested, and she frowned slightly at that.&nbsp; Pain wasn't usually her thing at all...<br><br>"But I guess you're just too good at teasing," she whispered, turning her head to rub her cheek against his.&nbsp; She smiled, perfectly content in spite of the slight awkwardness of the position, and pressed herself against him firmly, hoping to keep him inside as long as possible.&nbsp; "I'll try and hold myself back next time.&nbsp; See if you can last longer," she teased, her smile becoming a grin.&nbsp; With a start, she realized that she hadn't thought about maneuvering or getting on his good side once since she'd stepped into the shower -- in fact, not about money or the lack thereof at all.&nbsp; That was probably bad.&nbsp; She had to remember to focus.&nbsp; But on the other hand, if she was genuinely happy, wouldn't he be more likely to be happy, too?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>05-05-2008, 20:43:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heh... I know I'm supposed to do the macho thing and brag about how long I can last or some shit like that. But does it really matter how long I can go if we both enjoy it, and better yet, both come? Going a long time isn't all that it's cracked up to be anyway. Muscle spasms, charlie horses, and friction blisters aren't fun. Besides, despite what porn and romance novels try to portray, the average woman can't really go more then twenty minutes without it starting to hurt.<br><br>"And the truth is... I'm having too much fun to worry about trying to impress you... much... or to put on false fronts or any of that crap. And despite being a bit on the kinky side, the honest truth is, I usually can't last through a woman climaxing when I'm doing her... It just pushes me over the edge. There's nothing I like better then doing naughty things to a girl, and making her like it.<br><br>"Well actually, there <em>is</em> one thing I didn't tell you." He pulled one of his hands away, and wedged it between them while still holding her. "I was hoping to play with your ass before we get out of the shower... Just a little bit, unless you asked for more. I know it's probably a little sore, so I wasn't really going to do much, but just tease it a little. I dunno, I guess I'm just enough of a pervert so that really turns me on you know."<br><br>He slid his hand down until his fingertips were resting on the top of her firm round buttcheeks, and his middle finger was in her posterior crack. The tip of his middle finger was a mere quarter of an inch away from her rear entrance, in the place where the shampoo suds had collected.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-05-2008, 21:59:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can manage to make anything sound clinical, can't you?" Michelle said with a sigh, though she had to concede his point.&nbsp; "I read once that bears mate for up to forty-five minutes, and I've been jealous ever since," she added with a wry, slightly wicked grin.&nbsp; "But I guess I won't bother to hold back, if you like knowing how much I like whatever you're doing.&nbsp; I'll just give in and scream the house down.&nbsp; Hope the neighbors won't mind."<br><br>She tensed faintly as his hand slid down, shivering as she realized where he was headed.&nbsp; "It is still a touch sore back there, yeah," she admitted, leaning back against him.&nbsp; "But I guess a little teasing won't be a problem.&nbsp; I'm curious to find out exactly how much that kind of thing turns you on..."&nbsp; She grinned, a little nervous about what else he might want to do back there later, but for now, at least, it was a useful thing to know.&nbsp; It was best to learn all his habits, likes and dislikes as soon as she could, to make everything go more smoothly later on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>05-05-2008, 22:41:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Clinical? Hmm... I guess that can happen to a guy that watches Discovery and CSI instead of sports and Survivor. Doesn't hurt that I'm geek either..."<br><br>He reached just a little further down, and teased her sore and tender rosebud. He rubbed it with the pad of his fingertip with slow and gentle circles. His cock twitched with excitment inside of her once more. The he pressed very slowly against the tight hole with the pad, careful to keep the hard fingernail away from her sore flesh. Of course at that angle, it couldn't really penetrate more then a fraction of an inch, but he did say he'd like to tease it, not finger it. His cock throbbed and twitched occationally inside of her like a living thing. Instead of growing flaccid, it remained hard.<br><br>"Actually, I <em>think</em> I could go again. But we really need to finish getting you washed before the hot runs out. Uh, let's have another go at conditioning your hair. Last time, I think I only managed to condition your tits."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 15:50:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You mean you're not a football addict?&nbsp; Thank god..."&nbsp; She thought back to all the time she'd ever spent waiting for a bowl game or playoff to end before she could even talk to her current boyfriend, and grinned in relief.<br><br>Personally, she still wasn't quite sure what was so intriguing about that particular orifice, but she was fascinated by his fascination.&nbsp; Just this slight teasing seemed to be keeping him hard, which she wasn't going to complain about, and there were much worse kinks for him to have.&nbsp; This, she could handle.<br><br>She laughed a little, wriggling faintly as his finger pressed in just a bit.&nbsp; "Yeah, they'll be bouncy and shiny all day," she said wryly.&nbsp; "So you're right, we should probably see if we can manage to do the same for my hair.&nbsp; We can go again later, if you're still up for it."&nbsp; Her sex tensed slightly around him, almost involuntarily, and she sighed, suddenly hoping he would still be up for it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 20:12:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ow... bouncy shiny tits? Sounds like fun. It's too bad I'm not much for tit fucking, but if they're all bouncy and shiny like that, I suppose I can give it a try later."<br><br>He moved his hand away from her back side, and took up the bottle of conditioner once more. He squirted a generous portion into his other hand, and started applying it to her scalp. He started working it in, and down along the long wet strands of her hair. "Eyes closed again. We don't want this in your pretty eyes making them all red."<br><br>He smiled, and continued to work the conditioner in until all of her hair felt slick and slimy with the white, almondy smelling liquid. Unfortunately, he was starting to loose his erection, which he'd rather keep, and simply leave impaled in her while he washed her, but he wasn't too worried about it. He was pretty sure that he could get her again before they went their separate ways tonight. If his luck held, then there'd be more occasions too. <br><br>Why did the thought of her leaving make him feel saddened? Surely he could keep this as nothing more then a physical tryst between suitable girls, someone to restore his self-confidence so he could find someone that he would actually want to have a good and long term relationship with. Yet, he didn't find the thought of looking for another girl while he had this one all that appealing... <em>I think too much</em>, he thought with a sigh. <br><br>When he bent her forward to rinse her hair of the excess conditioner, his cock actually threatened to fall out of her. He didn't want that yet. It was starting to seem that he wouldn't be able to go a second time with her, at least not now, but he still wanted to remain in her, tied to her, and connected to her. He took a hand, and slid it down her rump once more, and used the pad of one of his conditioner slicked fingers to once more gently prod at her cute little rosebud that was just above where his shaft entered her tight, hot, young body. As he prodded, and felt that he might be able to press the finger in with just a little more pressure, his cock responded by growing just a little harder. Maybe he could keep it up until they got out of the shower?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-05-2008, 20:22:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eyes closed," she said, ignoring his suggestion.&nbsp; That hadn't been quite the response she'd expected, since she'd only wanted to make a joke, not encourage a titfuck.&nbsp; She'd never tried one of those, but they didn't seem likely to be much fun for her, and she'd have to hope he forgot, or changed his mind once other alternatives were on offer.<br><br>Again she relaxed and sighed at his attentions, enjoying this small luxury thoroughly.&nbsp; He might never be this considerate again, or she might stop wanting so much of his attention.&nbsp; The thought made her frown, even though she reminded herself that this was really only a business deal.&nbsp; Still, she also didn't like feeling him start to soften, afraid he'd slip out.&nbsp; She pressed back instinctively, just as his finger slid down to explore again, and unintentionally made it easier for him to slide in deeper, if he wanted to.&nbsp; But it already seemed like it might be working some magic, as she felt his shaft pulse faintly, and her passage tightened around him just a fraction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 13:50:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe it was just coincidence that she pushed back as his finger touched her back there. Or maybe it was intentional? Regardless, as she pushed back against him and his probing finger, it slid in just a little, aided by the slick conditioner. He drew his breath in with suprise and actively pushed a little deeper. His fingertip slid smoothly past the tight ring of muscle. Most of the finger still remained outside of her; the muscle held his fingertip except for the tiny portion that was past the muscle.<br><br>"Ooh," he panted slightly, and he slid his other hand down out of her hair, and down her front. His other conditioner slickened hand slide down over one of her breasts, down her flat and sexy belly, and then down further to the patch of trimmed and short hair just above her sex. As the single finger rested within her in the back, a single finger sought out her clitoris in the front.<br><br>He didn't move his hips; he simply let his hard cock rest within her cum slickened passage. Instead, he started to slowly work her with one finger in the front, and one in the rear. "Do you like that? Or do you want me to stop?"<br><br>He hoped that she'd tell him to continue. But if she didn't, if she was too sore for the slight penetration in the back, he'd remove that finger... even though he didn't want to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 19:31:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a little gasp of her own, a bit surprised but not unpleasantly so.&nbsp; This gentle teasing didn't make that faint soreness any worse, and it was clear that he was enjoying it a lot.&nbsp; And that was the whole point, after all.<br><br>When his other hand joined in, just as delicately stroking over her sex, she sighed, again tightening faintly around him.&nbsp; There was no sign of him softening now, and she smiled to herself.&nbsp; Maybe he'd be easy to keep satisfied, after all.&nbsp; "Um.&nbsp; Yeah, that -- that's okay.&nbsp; This is good," she replied, a bit unclearly, more distracted than she'd realized.<br><br>She held nearly as still as he did, waiting almost tensely, letting him explore as he liked.&nbsp; Her hand slid down to rest lightly on his at her sex, not stroking or lacing her fingers with his, but simply resting on the back of his hand, feeling the muscles move.&nbsp; "Good," she said again, and this time the word sounded more like a moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-05-2008, 21:48:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He slowly and deliberately stroked her clit up front. While he did that, he pushed ever so slightly at the back, until the finger started to move inward, and then he stopped. Then he pulled just as slowly until the finger started to move outward, and then he reversed the direction once more. And so he fingered her ass with the single fingertip, with just that quarter of an inch of movement each time, and he gently rubbed her clit at the same time.<br><br>It was without realization that he started to push his already hilted cock, trying for more depth, and grinding it into her her while his fingers worked on her. When he did become aware of it, he pulled out slightly, so he could push it back in and grind more. The absolute opposite of how he'd fucked her as hard and fast as he could last night, he now made love to her in the slowest gentlest way he could, but not because of conscious design, but rather it was what felt right.<br><br>Finally, he started pushing that single finger deeper within her. Instead of just giving her the tip, he slowly slid the slickened didget as deep within her as it would go. It felt glorious. He could feel the topside of his cock with the underside of his finger through the thin muscular wall. It was like masturbating while having sex. As he stroked slowly with his cock in her pussy, he counter stroked with his finger, adding to the stimulation that he felt. Doubtlessly, it added to her stimulation as well, having the sensitive vaginal wall stimulated from both sides simultaneously, each pulling in opposite directions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 15:23:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle's hair, smooth and gleaming now, fell forgotten over her face as she leaned forward just a little more and settled her arms against the wall, bracing herself.&nbsp; It built up so slowly that it was hard to say who had started things going again -- when she'd felt him move, she'd responded instinctively with a move of her own, quietly encouraging.&nbsp; Now, slow as it was, this was quite definitely lovemaking again, and it was quickly beginning to feel fantastic.<br><br>She was now hyperaware of what his fingers were doing, even the faintest movement from either one sending a pulse of pleasure along her nerves.&nbsp; It was strange, again something she might have thought a little weird if she'd had it explained to her, but experiencing it was another thing.&nbsp; Her hips caught his rhythm, shifting and grinding back to make everything easier.&nbsp; She was also very aware of how much he was enjoying this, and that, of course, had to be encouraged.&nbsp; "Very good," she said, gasping, then gave up on speech, enjoying every detail as they slowly moved together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 21:07:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned in response to her words. He closed his eyes, and leaned his head and shoulders back against the shower wall. He didn't think, he simply continued what he did. His finger at her front more frequently went down to the place where his cock entered her body before gently grinding back up. His finger in the back continued to counter stroke to his cock's slow movements. With just a finger at each place, one touching periodically, and the other pressing from the top, it was like a novel form of masturbation, except that the girl involved added another layer to the experience. Or it was like sex with a little masturbation mixed in or something. He wondered if it was like this for women that reached down to stroke their clit when they had a cock deep inside of them.<br><br>There was a temptation to discard the tempo and do her hard. But the moment, this motion under the hot water, it seemed to create a transfixing spell that he didn't want to break. He didn't consciously increase his pace. He didn't consciously draw back further so he could thrust harder or deeper. Yet, after some time, he realized that he was moaning, and his thrusts were making a quick and repetitive wet slapping sound each time he thrust. He realized that he was doing her fairly fast, and that both of his hands had somehow come to stop. He pulled his finger out of her pink puckered hole so he could use the hand to help guide her hips and motions. The other hand he willed back into motion, but the fingertips seemed clumsy in his lust. So instead of carefully using just the one fingertip, he used his whole hand to stroke and grind her clit. His fingers sometimes splayed open so he could run them to each side of his cock as it thrust into her, and at other times, he brought them together to rub her sex at the top.<br><br>He wondered briefly if she was the sort that liked having her clip gently slapped. His ex liked that sometimes, if he did it just right. He tried to be gentle when he tried it on her. The first tentative slaps were akin to the way a snob might clap to a well performed but stuffy opera that he'd been forced to attend. It was fairly quickly tempoed, but there was little force behind the slaps. Of course, to that area of her, in her state of arousal, a little force might go a long way. After the first short burst of slaps, he paused in the slaps to gauge her reaction, but the thrusts with his cock continued.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 15:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a while, she was just as lost in the rhythm as he was, moving steadily, slowly speeding up as he did.&nbsp; Sometimes she was the one urging him on, pressing back demandingly, but it was often hard to tell who was changing the tempo.&nbsp; She liked that; it made her feel like their shared lust was taking on a life of its own, making her forget herself and give in to the sensations.<br><br>It was a thrill to realize how fast they'd ended up going now, and she arched back into him hard.&nbsp; Then his hand started moving again, and in spite of his clumsiness, it was just what she wanted.&nbsp; The pressure was firm but not painful, and something about that feeling of being claimed by his hand as well as his shaft felt amazing, though she would have balked at admitting it.<br><br>His first slap made her gasp and tense, without quite realizing what had driven her to do that.&nbsp; By then he'd already repeated the slap several times, and each time she made a fresh sound, a gasp or a moan.&nbsp; Her first instinct was to call it pain -- gentle as it was, it was still a blow to her sex, a highly sensitive spot -- but if it started as pain, it didn't finish that way.&nbsp; As he paused, she whimpered, and even she wasn't sure if it was frustration that he'd stopped, or relief.&nbsp; No one had ever tried that on her before, and she couldn't make up her mind.<br><br>It wasn't until she heard herself whispering, "Again," that she realized her body had made up her mind for her.&nbsp; She was quivering, her climax suddenly very near, and she ground back against him hungrily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 16:20:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she whispered back to him, his cock twitched and threatened to release within her again. It gave him a rush knowing that she'd liked it, and wanted more of the same. It was a heady feeling letting his instincts guide him, only to have her confirm them time and again. And it was good to know that she not only didn't mind his kinks, but seemed to be a kindred and reciprocal spirit on that path of forbidden pleasures. The thoughts in his head were less coherent then that of course, a knowing without articulation, an explosion of energy within his brain that told him all of that, and more. <br><br>He slapped her again, a little harder then before, and followed it with a little gentle rubbing and grinding of his fingers onto the top of her sex. Then he did it the same way a second time, followed again by the rubbing. He snaked his other hand around to one of her breasts, and took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Everything comes in threes it seems, and when something happens twice in a row, there's always an unconscious expectation that it'll happen again. But novelty is grand. This is why instead of giving her a third harder slap as she probably expected, he went back to the gentler repeated slaps of before, only now adding in the additional pain and pleasure of a pinched nipple to the mixture. He wanted to her to come. Now.<br><br>He was hoping to last through her second climax, to do something naughty and unexpected, but he wasn't going to stop what he was presently doing until she came again. He couldn't remember if he'd told her or not, but despite his kinks, the thing he enjoyed most was bringing a woman to orgasm. Especially if he was doing something "forbidden" and making her like it at the time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 16:54:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That first slap made her think, just for an instant, that she'd taken on more than she could handle.&nbsp; But the rubbing that followed made the sharp pain fade quickly to pleasure, and she bit her lip, almost ashamed of the moan that she let out.&nbsp; She gasped sharply at the second slap, then moaned again, a long, low sound of sudden, breathless need.<br><br>His change of tactics made her squirm, whimpering in wordless confusion for a moment.&nbsp; She brought a hand up to his as though to object to his treatment of her nipple, and that was her first thought.&nbsp; But something stopped her, making her only rest her hand on his.&nbsp; This was a more familiar sort of pain, and in combination with those persistent, tiny slaps, it was all quickly becoming too much for her.&nbsp; She remembered him saying he rarely lasted through his partner's orgasm, but she knew it was no good trying to hold back at this point.&nbsp; He was doing too much to her to slow down now.<br><br>With a sudden, sharp little cry, she arched her head back, thrusting her hips back hard, and shuddering around him as her climax took over.&nbsp; Again she was almost ashamed, but that momentary twinge was quickly washed away, leaving her crying out and gasping with sheer, lustful pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 20:11:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a close thing, especially with her crying out and gasping, but he did barely manage to last through her climax. He was unbarably close himself, and he knew that the slightest little thing would set him to erupting. Still, there was the naughty little thing that he wanted to do, and so as the final waves of orgasm diminished leaving only their echo in her, he pulled out. Just the thought of what he was about to do started him stirring, and so when he put the head of his cock against her anus, the first ropey strand of white shot out against it, and splattered across her forbidden rosebud, and the pointy mushroom like head of his cock as he started to push it in to her.<br><br>The additional sticky moisture, along with the fingering that he'd done before, combined to make the resistance less then it normally would be. The head of his cock slipped right in to her tight hole. He grunted loudly, both from the actual sensation of having a vice like orifice around his sensitive head for the first time right as he came, and from the idea of what he was actually doing to her. His loud grunts and pants seemed to fill the little bathroom for a moment as he shot the rest of his load right into her hot tight ass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 02:48:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle had only just realized that he'd pulled out when he turned around and pushed right back in -- only not in the same spot.&nbsp; She tensed instinctively, bracing herself with both hands once again, and gasped in surprise as she felt him climax the instant he began to push in.&nbsp; Her hips shifted as she steadied herself, letting a little more of him in than he might have intended, and she tensed again, accidentally clamping around his shaft as it throbbed inside her.<br><br>When the surprise faded, she got annoyed, feeling tricked; but she immediately told herself not to react.&nbsp; She could put up with this, and really, it wasn't that awful.&nbsp; There was certainly no arguing about how much he liked this, and that was the whole point.&nbsp; So she stayed steady, letting him grunt and thrust as he liked, turning back to watch him over her shoulder, and wondering what the neighbors thought of all this noise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 04:50:23</strong>
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				As she shifted, the head slipped the rest of the way in, leaving her tight ring of muscle to clench just behind his head as he spasmed hard. The two muscles spasmed discordantly, creating a powerful and unusual sensation as he came. The intermittent pressure just behind his head caused a constriction that made him shoot with more pressure then he might have otherwise done.<br><br>He groaned loudly. With clenched eyes, and his face pointed at the ceiling, he fell backwards with the power of his orgasm. His head hit the fiberglass stall with a deep hallow thump that reverberated through the wall, and he continued to pant and grunt as spasm after spasm shook him. His upper body fell away from her, but his lower body was thrust a little closer, and between her clenches, his cock slide another inch into her. His panting was hard and fast, and his whole body trembled for a moment. Then, for just a moment, he seemed to freeze, neither breathing, nor moving. A final exhausted but satisfied lingering moan escaped him, and finally he started to relax. <br><br>His shoulders slumped to the wall, joining the back of his head, and with a small smile, he slowly went slack, sliding down the shower stall's wall. He smiled slowly as he caught his breath, and with lazy lids half covering his eyes, he looked up at her. From his vantage, he could see a short tendril of cum dangling from her ass that hadn't yet been washed away by the water. The water wasn't quite as warm as it was supposed to be either. The water heater was running low. If she turned the heat up, and hurried, she could probably finish with her shower before the hot water was entirely gone. He contemplated just staying where he was at while she bathed, looking up at her pussy and ass as she soaped up. She'd probably just kick him out of his own shower instead, and right now, it wouldn't bother him.<br><br>Then a less pleasant thought ran through his head. He'd penetrated her ass more then he'd planned, and she'd already said it was sore. Probably, he shouldn't have gone there at all today. He wondered if he'd hurt her. He didn't say anything though. He'd probably ask, but later. He hoped that she wouldn't be mad, or make her backdoor off-limits. There again, there was no guarantee that they'd even do this sort of thing again either if she felt that he'd betrayed her trust too much...<br><br>And that set him to thinking. Normally, especially at the begginning of a relationship, he wasn't this kinky to start. He was a more considerate lover too, and took the harder stuff slower, and with more communication. Why the difference now, he wondered? Was it because of the different premise of the relationship? Because he didn't respect her as much as he would a "normal" woman because she seemed to be more interested in his money then in him. Or was it because he'd been hurt so much in his last relationship that he was lashing out at his ex, and perhaps at women in general, through Michelle? He wasn't smiling anymore, he had a thoughtful look on his face, and perhaps looked a bit guilty. <em>I really do think too much</em>, he thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 15:13:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When his head thumped against the side of the shower, Michelle felt a sudden stab of panic, forgetting annoyance and afterglow and everything else until she saw that he was okay, and heard him continuing to moan with pleasure.&nbsp; She'd been sure that he'd cracked his skull open, and had been completely ready to freak out.<br><br>With that worry gone, annoyance crept back, this time because she was now reminded of her sore backside, which throbbed slightly as he slid out -- not quite painfully, but definitely uncomfortably.&nbsp; At least she didn't have to go to work today, she thought with a sigh, wondering if sitting really would be painful.<br><br>The water seemed cooler now, and after a moment she decided it wasn't her imagination.&nbsp; She had to finish cleaning up, and soon, and she straightened up, feeling a little cramped, and searched for soap and washcloths.&nbsp; Strangely, his satisfied smile was fading as she looked at him, and she frowned in confusion.&nbsp; Was this guilt?&nbsp; He hadn't seemed inclined that way before, basically just ready to take what he wanted, however he wanted, as long as he didn't do her any real harm.&nbsp; Just like most men.&nbsp; But this particular man seemed to be thinking about what he'd done, and, maybe, feeling guilty.<br><br>"What's wrong?" she finally asked, then returned to scrambling to get herself clean.&nbsp; She started to add that she was okay, but balked at assuming that he really was feeling guilty.&nbsp; If he was only worrying about the best way to get her to leave now that he was through, she'd feel incredibly stupid.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 19:46:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I uh..." he started, and then stopped, cocking his head to one side, and looking up at her sidelong through eyes slitted to try to keep the splashing water out of his eyes. He bit his lower lip as he considered what to say.<br><br>Do I just apologize? Without even asking first if I hurt her, or how she feels? Meh... Not gonna apologize without even knowing if there's a problem. For all I know, she might've like it.<br><br>"I uh... didn't hurt you... did I?" his instincts told him to say more, to finish the thought, to offer an apology before she even had a chance to respond. Afterall, it was sorta a jackass move to do that to her, especially this early in the relationship. He blushed a little in shame, but his thoughts continued, rapid-fire, the way they sometimes do.<br><br><em>Even if she <em>is</em> only after my money. Still, there isn't anything really saying that I have to act the way I normally would. She's hear after my money, right? Really, there isn't all that much separating her from a whore when you examined the principles...</em><br><br>He nodded to himself. <em>This... this really doesn't have to be like any relationship I've ever had before. Who cares if I'm kinda an asshole to her? She uses me, I use her.</em><br><br>He focused in on what she'd finished saying, trying to get the gist of it, before it was gone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 20:09:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle stopped and blinked, confused first by his uncertainty, then by his concern, even though she'd half-hoped that he really was concerned.&nbsp; Only half-hoped, because if he was, then things were getting even more complicated than she'd expected, and that would be a whole different set of problems to deal with.<br><br>"N-no," she said, shaking her head, wide-eyed.&nbsp; Remembering her mission as the water grew a fraction cooler, she quickly returned to scrubbing.&nbsp; "I mean, it was a surprise... and a little uncomfortable... but I'm okay.&nbsp; Thanks."&nbsp; Now she blushed, and turned her face away a fraction.&nbsp; She felt terrible now, like a complete fraud, even though they both knew exactly what was going on.&nbsp; But there still weren't quite any rules for this situation, and she felt uneasy, like she'd overstepped some unknown, unseen boundary.<br><br>"If you're going to do that a lot, I'll try to get used to it," she added, trying to get them both back to their previous easy banter.&nbsp; "I mean, if -- I can get used to it, if we..." she trailed off awkwardly, suddenly aware that he might very well throw her out at any time, and redoubled her scrubbing.&nbsp; This was still his house, if nothing else.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 20:39:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting a bit chilled, and not just from the water, he stood. He reached his hands around her from behind toward the shower's temp gauge, and turned it a little. The water started warming.<br><br>"Good... wasn't trying to hurt you." He said, leaving the possible implications for her to sort out. "There, you can just keep turning the heat up for a while. But when you do that, and run outta hot, it'll get ice cold <em>real</em> fast, so hurry. I'll get outta your way. I'll be out in the kitchen, k?"<br><br>He gave her a quick peck on the neck beneath her ear, and stepped out of the shower stall... That had turned awkward fast. He grabbed his towel off the wall, and stepped into the bedroom. He dried off quickly, and tossed the towel toward the hamper. He quickly threw on a pair of sweats, some slippers, and a shirt, and started heading toward the kitchen. He paused as he walked out of the room, and glanced back at the scattered clothes and such in the room. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman in his bed. He smiled a little. Despite the last couple of minutes, everything else had been pretty nice, even if half of it was a fiction. He suddenly wondered if she was going to stay for breakfast... he'd just assumed that she would. He didn't want to cook for one. <br><br>Oh! She'd need a towel... he'd almost forgotten. God he'd have looked even worse if he hadn't put a towel out for her, and the only one in sight was the one wadded up on the floor near his dirty clothes. He grabbed a clean towel out of the linen closet, but then thought better of it, and grabbed two, just in case she wanted one for her hair too. He walked back in to the room, and set the fresh clean towels on the corner of the bed for her. She'd find them the instant she walked out of the bathroom. Just like the sheets and comforter on his bed, the towels were pitch black.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 20:52:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded at his instructions about the water, still quite sure that she was blushing.&nbsp; "Okay," she said, trying to return the peck, but barely able to brush his skin from the angle she was at.&nbsp; She kept washing, trying to fight back the shame.&nbsp; It was just like she'd told herself a moment ago -- they both <em>knew</em> what was going on.&nbsp; They didn't have any illusions.&nbsp; She was pretty and younger, a trophy of sorts for him; and he was rich and looking for fun.&nbsp; They could help each other out, maybe even be comfortable together again, in spite of this recent uneasiness, but that was it.&nbsp; She had nothing to feel guilty about Right?<br><br>She cranked up the water once more, then finished up as quickly as she could.&nbsp; Walking around smelling of sex all day wasn't on her agenda.&nbsp; Finishing up at last, making sure she wasn't dripping with various fluids anymore, she hastily turned off the water, not wanting to risk the blast of cold that must be imminent now.<br><br>She slid out of the shower, then looked around for a towel, a little bewildered for a moment, half-reaching for where a towel would be in her own bathroom.&nbsp; Then she spotted the towels on the bed, an extra blackness against the black, and padded over to them quickly, trying not to drip more than she had to.&nbsp; She wrapped her hair up expertly, glad he'd added a second towel, then patted herself dry with the other.&nbsp; Finally she wrapped that towel around herself, too, and headed for the kitchen, quietly, suddenly wanting to watch him for a few minutes without his knowing she was there, if she could manage it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 21:14:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had coffee brewing and bacon sizzling already. A large glass of pulpy orange juice was in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. He already had a carton of eggs out, and a dish of butter. He leaned on the counter reading the instructions on a pancake mix, as if entirely mystified to the secrets of pancakes and waffles. The package was unopened.<br><br>"Bullshit this is easier then hashbrowns," he muttered to himself. "Ok, maybe I'm not quite so mad about you taking the waffle iron now. Bah, who needs this stuff anyway?" He put the mix back in the cupboard, and started rummaging through the fridge, pulling out and haphazardly piling potential omelet ingredients all over the place. Then he went, and pulled out a sack of potatoes.<br><br>He contemplated the potatoes for a while, then shook his head. "Common, get it together... Er, potatoes and..." He went back into the fridge and pulled out some onions and bellpepper. He started pulling things out of the spice rack, and then fiddled with the flame under the bacon, obviously undecided as to how high the flame should be. Some grease splattered into his face while he was squatted down looking at the flame, and he squawked, clapping a hand to his face, and twisted away. <br><br>"Mutherfucker..! Kill you, you fucken whore sucking piece of pig belly!" He growled, in obvious anger, yet to an unintentional humorous effect. He wiped his eyes on a papertowel, and muttered, "Need some fucken music."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 21:24:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle watched quietly, first fascinated, then forced to fight back giggles.&nbsp; He'd sounded confident of his breakfast abilities, but the reality was turning out a little differently.&nbsp; She covered her mouth as he gave up on the pancake mix and turned to omelets, biting her lip, desperate to stifle any sound.&nbsp; This was priceless, and she <em>had</em> to keep watching.&nbsp; He was pulling out good ingredients, at least, so he wasn't completely hopeless, but he seemed beyond disorganized otherwise.&nbsp; By the time he started messing with the stove, she was shaking with silent laughter.<br><br>Finally she took pity on him, sympathizing with how that wayward grease must have felt.&nbsp; She couldn't quite hide a smile, but it was a soft, more soothing one, at least.&nbsp; "What would you like to hear?&nbsp; The least I can do is start up some music."&nbsp; She stepped closer, took the paper towel gently from his hand and helped wipe, investigating his possibly wounded eye carefully.&nbsp; "Is that any better?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 22:21:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeeaah..." he said reluctantly, "<em>Stoopid</em> bacon. It tried to kill me." He said it like a sullen and not too bright child, and with a mostly suppressed smile on his face.<br><br>He quickly gave her a peck on the tip of her nose. "Thanks for the concern though. You can just turn on the stereo. I don't remember what's in the CD changer... If I'm not in the mood for whatever comes out, I'll just have you switch to the next disc...<br><br>"Uh... I'm kind of a crazy cook. I make one hell of a mess, but I do ok. Almost everything I make is edible, and most of it's good. Sometimes weird, but still usually good. Probably best if you stay out of the way, and ignore the cussing though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 01:32:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nearly burst out laughing again at the look on his face, but just managed to stop herself.&nbsp; "I'll keep that in mind," she said dryly.&nbsp; "I'll just make you taste everything first, just in case.&nbsp; And if you're all better, I'll go see about some music."&nbsp; She returned the peck, though she aimed for his cheek instead, since it was easier to reach, then turned and headed over to the stereo.<br><br>She switched it on and hit play for the CDs -- then jumped and almost screamed as noise filled the room at high volume.&nbsp; It was like nothing she'd ever heard before, and certainly wasn't music, more like angry people breaking instruments.&nbsp; She scrambled to turn down the volume, switch songs, anything, almost losing her towel in the process, then finally realized that Charles was bellowing something from the kitchen.&nbsp; <em>"NEVER COOK WHILE LISTENING TO SLAYER!&nbsp; YOU'LL KILL SOMEONE OR PUT YOUR FIST THROUGH A WALL.&nbsp; NEXT!"</em><br><br>It was something like that, at least, and just as he finished she found the right button to skip ahead to the next disc, and sighed in relief as the noise ceased.&nbsp; But relief didn't last long, as a skilled but eerie voice now came from the speakers, and she listened uneasily to the odd lyrics.<br><br><em>Seven deadly sins<br>Seven ways to win<br>Seven holy paths to hell<br>And your trip begins<br><br>Seven downward slopes<br>Seven bloodied hopes<br>Seven are your burning fires,<br>Seven your desires...</em><br><br>"Um, is this okay?" she asked, flinching as some synthesizer sound joined in, and scurrying away from the stereo as though distance would make it less unsettling.&nbsp; "What <em>is</em> this?"&nbsp; She tried to resettle her towel, almost managing to drop it completely, and went back to lean into the kitchen, frowning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 12:11:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the loud but clean sound of the harmonizing electric guitars joined in, Charles smiled, and came to the edge of the kitchen. "Oh, this'll work! It's Iron Maiden, Seventh Son of a Seventh Son. You slept in one of their shirts last night."<br><br>"Can I grab you something to drink while you're waiting?" He started to mouth the words of the lyrics while waiting for her response. He briefly wondered if she had any musical knowledge. He had never met anyone that actually knew anything about music theory that didn't at least acknowledge that Maiden had a lot of talent, regardless of whether they actually liked the music or not. For one thing, unlike most other metal bands, they didn't use muddying filters and distortion to hide the defects of their music, and their defects were few. Second, it was nearly impossible to tell the lead and rhythm guitars apart. The two harmonized or chased each other through the music, like classical music. Furthermore, the key changes and time changes through the music were difficult to master, and Maiden made it sound easy. Then there were the vocals. Bruce Dickenson was simply a masterful vocalist, and there was no way around it. The man could have made a career out of singing opera if he was pussy enough to want to sing that kinda crap. But the most important thing about them, was that they simply rocked to high hell.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 16:39:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh," was all she said at first, not much wiser.&nbsp; She'd barely heard of Iron Maiden before last night, and all she knew now was that they liked to break their weird mascot and had a singer who could actually sing, contrary to what she would have guessed.&nbsp; And their lyrics were a little strange, but not as bad as some.&nbsp; She kept these opinions to herself for now, at least, since she'd always thought the breakfast table wasn't the place for too much controversy.<br><br>"I'll take some orange juice, if you've got any," she said, finally getting her towel securely back in place.&nbsp; "Then I think I'd better go put that shirt back on.&nbsp; That'll be safer," she added dryly.&nbsp; She unwrapped her damp hair, starting to untangle it with her fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 19:10:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grabbed her a large glass of orange juice. It was the premium stuff, thick with pulp. He came over and set it down for her as she was busy with her hair.<br><br>"Safer? Bah, you don't need safer. Live for the moment. I don't mind if you suddenly end up topless in the middle of breakfast. Besides, if you drip food on yourself, I'll just have to lick it off so you don't get it on the floor."<br><br>He went back to cooking and continuing to destroying his kitchen. Soon enough, he was peeling and chopping potatoes, dicing an onion, and cutting a bell pepper into something that might have been an attempt at a julienne cut. He merrily mouthed the lyrics. By the time the second song started, he'd readjusted the flame under the bacon five or six more times, and had finally pulled the slightly over crisp bacon off the stove. "I ALWAYS fuck up the bacon..." he said shaking his head.<br><br>He tossed the bacon on a plate with some papertowels beneath to absorb the grease, and offered Michelle some if she wanted any. He told her that the rest was going to go into the eggs and potatoes. By this time, he was actually singing along with the music. He wasn't half bad, but he had neither the range nor the lungs of Maiden's singer, so some of the lyrics he sang an octave lower, and some of the long notes were abbreviated. Maybe it was the music, but he didn't display the excessive cussing that he'd warned her about.<br><br>One thing was certain though. Charles would never, ever, be able to keep up in a professional kitchen. He was too sloppy, and far too slow. As the third song was starting, he was just getting the potatoes in a pan and grating cheese. He hadn't even looked at the egg carton yet. The potatoes might be a bit worrisome too. He'd tossed them into the pan he'd fried the bacon in, and hadn't drained the bacon grease out of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 03:22:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mm, the good stuff.&nbsp; Thanks."&nbsp; Michelle gave up on her hair, realizing just how hungry she was, and started drinking the juice to distract her stomach.&nbsp; She leaned against the doorway, keeping out of the way, and watched him make more and more mess with a sort of bemused tolerance.&nbsp; He was relaxed and happy, and she felt better just looking.<br><br>"Careful, you might start encouraging me to roll around in the food instead of eating it," she teased.&nbsp; She looked at the offered bacon doubtfully, but finally took one of the slightly less charred slices.&nbsp; "Though you're making so much, we could both roll around in it and still have plenty left over to eat," she observed wryly.&nbsp; "You're cooking for six people."<br><br>She looked doubtful again as he tossed the potatoes into the bacon grease, but only shook her head.&nbsp; He was having way too much fun to interrupt, and he could have done much worse.&nbsp; And it was great to listen to him singing -- not because his voice was all that remarkable, but just because she would never have expected him to be like this.&nbsp; "So how many times have you seen these guys in concert?" she asked.&nbsp; "Have they officially named you their biggest fan yet?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 10:18:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughs easily at her remark about the food. "Well, I've got whipped cream and strawberries if you want to do that...<br><br>"Hmm... You know, I never did learn how to cook for just one or two. I learned how to cook when I lived in a house with seven people, so small quantities just weren't an option. Start cooking, and people just started coming out of the woodwork looking to eat. Scary thing was, as bad of a cook as I was back then, I was still the best in the house," he visibly shudders.<br><br>"Oh, Maiden? I've only seen 'em in concert a few times. Which is a few more times then I've seen anyone else. I never really had the cash to go to a lot of concerts, ya know? It's just been in the last few years that I've been doing ok financially. Don't let this place fool ya. Almost everything in here I got cheap somewhere. Since I got the IRS and bill collectors off my back, I'm savin up to buy a house. That's why I drive a ten year old car - no payments...<br><br>"So. Eggs about done. You want black olives in 'em, Ortega chilies, or both?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 19:19:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle nearly choked on her juice, though not at his whipped cream suggestion, which actually didn't sound half bad.&nbsp; "<em>Seven</em> people?&nbsp; How did you not kill each other?&nbsp; There was just my brother and my mom and I at my house, and I still couldn't wait to escape."<br><br>She steered away from that subject, realizing that delving into her past was also the wrong thing to do at the breakfast table, right up there with politics and religion.&nbsp; "But hey, now you can go watch them in concert all you want, right?&nbsp; You can retire and just follow them round everywhere," she teased, though it occurred to her that if he actually did do that, she'd have to chase after him, lest he hook up with some female Iron Maiden groupie and forget all about her.<br><br>"No chilies," she said, shaking her head.&nbsp; "It's too early in the morning for those.&nbsp; Just the olives is fine, though I don't think I've ever had those for breakfast.&nbsp; But I'm willing to give it a shot."&nbsp; She smiled and sat down at the table, again forced to rearrange the towel slightly, and waited hopefully for her food.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 13:43:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah, that wasn't <em>at home</em>. I mentioned learning something useful, remember? I never learned jack about shit at home. Any of the four of 'em I should say. They used to shuttle me from house to house. When my aunt didn't want me, I'd get sent to my grandma's, when she got tired of me, off to my grandparent's, once in a while, I had to put up with my mom's crazy ass, assuming I wasn't in foster care at the time." The eggs start sizzling loud and suddenly as Charles added in the can of sliced black olives. "Counted it up once. I've moved over seventy times..."<br><br>He hands her some plates, silverwear, and napkins. Then he pulls the potatoes off the fire, and puts them on a large serving plate. "If you want toast or an English muffin, tell me now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 19:48:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This time, at least, she wasn't trying to swallow.&nbsp; "<em>Seventy?</em>&nbsp; Tell me you're kidding.&nbsp; I mean, even if home sucks, at least it should stay still."&nbsp; Now she felt faintly uncomfortable.&nbsp; She hadn't expected his childhood to have been good, because no one ever seemed to have one of those, but it sounded like his had been even worse than hers, and that was saying something.<br><br>"Why were you in -- or shouldn't I ask -- "&nbsp; She stopped in confusion, looking at the heaping plate of food.&nbsp; Shaking her head distractedly, she took the plates and things and started settting the table.&nbsp; "Uh, no, this is plenty of food, thanks.&nbsp; Um, where did you learn to cook, then?" she asked, letting him ignore her first awkward, half-finished question and just answer the second one, if he wanted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 00:20:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, after I got kicked out and had to drop outta college, I was on the streets for a bit. I wound up working the Ren Faire circuit for a season, which was cool; I was already used to sleeping outside. I met a girl working more or less the same circuit. We hooked up. Later, when the season was over, she took me home with her and introduced me to her husband. Sooo... I moved in, helping out around the house, helping with the kids, and helping myself to her when he wasn't around. Only thing was, both of the them were <em>awful</em> cooks. So I taught myself to cook so I wouldn't starve, only thing was, it was their food, so I had to make enough for everyone.<br><br>"They were what's called Jack Mormons. Basically Mormons, but doing it all wrong. Hence the polyandry, smoking, drinking, caffeine, and pot. I taught the kids how to headbang," Charles finished up with the eggs, dished them up, and brought them over to the table. He then returned to the kitchen, brought out what was left of the pathetic bacon, the coffee pot, a pair of mugs, creamer, and sweeteners for the coffee.<br><br>"Ok, here we go. I got eggs Italiano (which means I got fancy with the spices), undead bacon, and er... homefries <em>my</em> way. Dig in."<br><br>The pile of eggs looked a little overcooked and scorched, but they were gooey with melted sharp cheddar, had bits of black olives scrambled in, brownish bits of crumbled bacon throughout and had an unnatural reddish tint with little green bits too. The potatoes on the other hand looked like they were created by the hand of a terrible and vengeful God. Chunks of caramelized onion, bell pepper, bacon bits, and mushrooms mixed with the crispy edged potatoes. Again, mysterious and exotic looking green bits seemed to be sprinkled in, and for some reason, the potatoes had an even stronger reddish tint then the eggs had.<br><br>"Oh! I almost forgot the hotsauce." He quick stepped to the kitchen, and grabbed a wooden topped bottle of Cholula hot sauce. He sat down, and cautioned. "Taste the food before grabbing condiments. I... don't believe there's an excuse for bland food."<br><br>Indeed, despite the frightening look of the food, it did smell good. It also smelled spicy. Onion, garlic, oregano, and basil were identifiable smells amidst the other more subtle aromas.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 03:39:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle regretted having asked both questions now, though not for the sort of reasons she'd expected.&nbsp; She was at first appalled to think of anyone being kicked out and left to the streets; then uneasy to think of such a strange and crowded living arrangement -- then remembered that some would consider her plans not much better, and sighed, trying not to wriggle too obviously in her sudden discomfort.&nbsp; Fortunately, he seemed too distracted by the food to notice -- and the food <em>was</em> distracting, she realized, looking it over.<br><br>It wasn't like any breakfast she'd ever even seen before, much less eaten.&nbsp; It did smell good, but again, not much like breakfast.&nbsp; She didn't much like to cook, usully just putting together whatever minimum of food she could get away with to keep her stomach from growling too much.&nbsp; Toast at breakfast was a rare treat.&nbsp; Which made the heaping plates before her look even more overwhelming, and bizarre.<br><br>"Hot sauce?" she echoed, astonished that anyone would even consider adding any more spices.&nbsp; She investigated the eggs first, trying to decide what had made them reddish, in spite of the fact that she didn't think he'd added anything so red, and helped herself to some of the less-scorched areas, chewing cautiously.&nbsp; "Uh, well, it definitely isn't bland," she said finally, smiling faintly, trying to decide if she liked it or not.&nbsp; An equally cautious taste of the potatoes left her still in the dark as to why everything was red, but she finally concluded that it was, in fact, good food.<br><br>She considered asking about the color, but decided not to risk any more questions whose answers she might not like.&nbsp; "My stomach isn't going to know what hit it.&nbsp; Usually I'm lucky to manage a bowl of cereal."&nbsp; She ate a little more, still uncertain but gaining confidence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 15:58:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh. Don't do spicy much, eh? Well, I can make up some oatmeal if you'd prefer, and there's some cereal. I was gonna do pancakes, but the directions on the package were too vague. It said something about adding enough water until it was thick enough, whatever the hell that means. Like I'd know that. Never made pancakes before in my life. The ex wouldn't let me. I think she was afraid that I would put paprika in 'em. Which is silly - if I wanted spicy pancakes, I'd put a crapload of ginger and some cayenne pepper in 'em. You know, like a ginger snap."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 16:44:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle shook her head.&nbsp; "Spicy isn't the problem, exactly... I don't do normal meals much, not at home," she said.&nbsp; "And I'm sick of oatmeal and cereal.&nbsp; Some days that seems like about all I eat.&nbsp; But I can make pancakes.&nbsp; I'll do a batch for you sometime."<br><br>She paused, eating another bite or two, still trying to avoid the most overdone portions.&nbsp; "I'd never think of putting all this stuff together, but it isn't bad at all.&nbsp; I could get used to this.&nbsp; All I ever put into pancakes was stuff like chocolate chips, though.&nbsp; Mm, wait, I have a better idea.&nbsp; Instead of pancakes I'll make you some Aebleskiver.&nbsp; They're like pancakes, but better."<br><br>Then she frowned, belatedly realizing something.&nbsp; "Ginger snaps have cayenne pepper in them?" she asked, doubtfully.&nbsp; "I've never tried making those.&nbsp; I only know how to make maybe ten different things... but I'm <em>really</em> good at them."&nbsp; She grinned and took another bite of potatoes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 21:25:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles sat down and plated himself a steaming pile of eggs, and a generous portion of potatoes. He sampled both, and then poured a generous portion of hot sauce onto both from the large half empty bottle. As he ate, he leisurely talked between bites. "Well, from what I understand, the <em>best</em> gingersnaps don't have cayenne, all the heat comes from the ginger. But some people are wussies, so use less ginger and some cayenne, and you get something close. You know, a lot of Indian food's hot from ginger, and it ain't sweet either. But most white people can't take that kinda heat, the way they make it back home. I can't. Anyhow, the heat from cayenne's different but more tolerable to," he switched to a black gansta accent for a moment, "cracka's yo!" He giggled and switched back to his normal speech patterns to finish, "I figured that for pancakes though, that too much ginger would probably jack up the dough, so do it with a little ginger, and some cayenne to back it up, and it would pass as a gingersnap pancake. Or it would taste like total crap... but most of my experiments come out either edible or good.<br><br>"Hmm... like the potatoes. Man, never fried 'em in bacon grease before, but <em>much</em> more flavorful and savory then normal. Probably kill ya if you ate it all the time from the extra cholesterol, but about all good tasting food kills ya anyhow. Of course that's the paradox, huh? The second we're born, we're dying."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 21:53:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle watched, trying not to gape outright, as he doused his food with hot sauce.&nbsp; Not that she was against hot sauce, per se, but on the first food of the day, she was pretty sure she'd never be able to handle the stuff.&nbsp; She made a mental note to watch out for his breath later.<br><br>"I... apparently don't know the first thing about cooking," she admitted ruefully.&nbsp; "I'd better watch this, though -- I mean, if I keep eating what you cook, I'll get fat.&nbsp; As it is, my own lack of enthusiasm in the kitchen keeps me from gaining any weight."&nbsp; She shrugged, then looked at the potatoes on her plate accusingly.&nbsp; "I didn't think of the bacon grease," she said.&nbsp; "I can feel my arteries hardening... I used to date a guy who popped popcorn the old-fashioned way, on the stove, with bacon grease.&nbsp; It was good stuff, but I keep waiting to hear that he's having triple bypass surgery, the way he always ate.<br><br>"And I'm not used to philosophy at the breakfast table, either.&nbsp; We'd better do something to remind ourselves that we're alive, to distract us from that whole dying thing."&nbsp; She smiled wryly, but seemed unconscious of any double entendre, simply continuing to eat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 02:41:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I don't usually cook w/ bacon grease. Regardless of how good it tastes, that's a habit I DON'T need...<br><br>"An philosophy? Oh, the born and dying thing. Yeah, that's a lyric from, uh, the next song actually. But yeah, generally I don't sit around discussing Aristotle or Kant at breakfast. Actually, I woke up in a surprisingly good mood today. Usually I just grunt and moan, and don't really wake up for an hour or two in the mornings."<br><br>He continued to eat, not even thinking about how odd it must sound to refer to bacon grease, Iron Maiden, and Aristotle all in the same casual context in the matter of a couple of sentences. He paused while eating to put an emphasis on the chorus of the song he'd mentioned when it came up. He sang along with it as a matter of fact:<br><br><em>"There's a time to live and a time to die<br>When it's time to meet the maker<br>There's time to live but isn't it strange<br>That as soon as you're born you're dying."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 16:35:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some habits, no one needs," Michelle said quietly, though she wasn't thinking of bacon grease anymore.&nbsp; She smiled wryly, shaking her head, and raised an eyebrow at him.&nbsp; "Why was it surprising?&nbsp; I mean, you did seem like you had a lot of fun last night," she pointed out, teasingly.&nbsp; "You grunted and moaned then."<br><br>She grinned, somehow also not realizing how wildly varied the conversation was getting.&nbsp; "I took a philosophy course in college -- well, half a philosophy course, before the money ran out -- and the first thing the professor taught us was 'to study philosophy is nothing but to prepare one's self to die.'&nbsp; That's Cicero, I think.&nbsp; We all just stared at him.&nbsp; I mean, what eighteen-year-old wants to hear that?&nbsp; Unless a heavy metal group is singing it, anyway."<br><br>Again she shook her head, now trying to clear her mind of darker thoughts.&nbsp; "So what do you usually do on Sundays?&nbsp; Dishes today, I guess, but what else?&nbsp; We can always go shopping for that new underwear you promised me, if you don't have any other ideas."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 09:22:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Usually</em>? Hmm, well, laundry, house cleaning, grocery store, and stuff like that if I need to. Yeah, real exciting stuff," he shrugged, "but that way I'm ready for the week instead of doing everything at the last second. But I actually did all that stuff Friday, you know, so if we did happen to end up here like this, the place wouldn't be trashed, and I would actually have something to cook at breakfast if it came to that. Which it did obviously..."<br><br>He realized that he might be implying that she was slutty enough that he expected that she'd stay the night, and mentally scrambled to try to figure a way to disarm that implication.<br><br>"Not that I <em>expected</em> you'd stay, but just in case. I mean, it's not like this was a typical first date or anything. Most of that awkward getting to know you stuff happened quite a while ago at work...<br><br>"Underwear? Oh... yeah, I cut that pair off you last night. That was, uh, unlike me. But honestly... Pretty hot I think. Always did want to do that," he blushed a little, but smiled at the admission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 17:03:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle raised one eyebrow, nearly giving in to the temptation to be annoyed, though mostly she was just amused -- more so as he tried to cover for himself.&nbsp; Then she was annoyed at herself, thinking that her intentions must have been pretty clear, and she'd made herself look like a hooker, just out for the money.&nbsp; Which was kind of what she was, in a way, but she was normally pretty good at not thinking about it in so many words.&nbsp; This was a pretty forceable reminder.<br><br>But she waved her hand dismissively, avoiding the whole messy subject.&nbsp; "Let's just talk lingerie.&nbsp; I have to admit, it was pretty hot," she said, though she hadn't quite meant to say that straight out.&nbsp; "Once I realized you weren't so drunk as to cut skin off, too," she added dryly.&nbsp; "But how about this: We replace that pair, buy some wild and sexy stuff I can model for you, and get some extras that you can destroy if the urge strikes again."&nbsp; She smiled, suddenly very much looking forward to this shopping trip.&nbsp; The sexy things she had were mostly pretty cheap, and she wanted to get some nicer things, real silk and maybe velvet or even leather, to look good for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 17:57:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles smiled, suddenly thinking of her wearing a sexy black thong. Visions of her parading herself for him wearing various pieces of lingerie made him smile, and he even felt his cock respond with a twitch and some swelling. <em>Really? Again?</em> he thought. He'd already come four times in less then twelve hours, and his cock wanted more? Well, not too shabby for a guy in his mid-thirties. Ages ago, he'd had a girlfriend that used to say that it only took a slight breeze to get him hard. He wasn't <em>that</em> bad anymore, thankfully, but maybe still good enough to give it to a girl all she'd want.<br><br>"Yeah," he said, his voice dropping an octave, and gaining a sultry undertone. "Let's do <em>that</em>." He was thinking with his cock instead of his head. There was also the matter that most of his girlfriends, and even his ex-wife, didn't want company when shopping for underwear... so he didn't have a clue as to how expensive lingerie could be. He was thinking in terms of men's underwear. Buy a five pack for about twenty bucks.<br><br>"I guess you're just gonna have to go commando for the moment. Too bad you didn't wear a skirt, huh? But for the rest of your clothes, I can toss them in the washer if you'd like. This place came with its own, so it's right down the hall."<br><br>His cock slowly swelled to half mast while he devoured her sexy body that was only covered in a towel. He didn't say anything, but just continued to eat. His food was already starting to get cold he noted. He normally didn't talk this much during breakfast. But he normally didn't have a half naked girl in his apartment either. Now he really did wish that he'd tried harder with the pancakes. It sounded like an awful lot of fun to go licking the syrup off of her tits, and maybe even off her pussy too. Well, he had bought syrup along with the pancake mix a day and a half ago. Blackberry... that's the variety he'd use. He couldn't suppress the smoulder in his eyes or the sly smile as he watched her and ate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 18:17:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle grinned, glad he'd agreed so enthusiastically.&nbsp; Some men didn't want to shop <em>ever</em>, even for something like lingerie.&nbsp; She took one last bite of her food, starting to get quite full, and nodded as she chewed.&nbsp; "I'll have to check my clothes and see what state they're in," she said after a moment.&nbsp; "Washing's probably safest, as long as you're not in any hurry to go anywhere."<br><br>She smiled again, realizing that his eyes were lingering on her in a most flattering manner.&nbsp; It was a little exciting, and she started wondering if he was interested in another go.&nbsp; She hadn't really thought about it, but had kind of guessed that at his age, he wouldn't be quite so demanding as a younger man -- except the last several hours hadn't done much for that theory.&nbsp; Either she was sexier than she'd thought, or he was more energetic -- at least at the sudden promise of lots of sex after something of a dry spell.<br><br>His gaze only got more and more intense, she noticed, and pretended to ignore it, though she started thinking of ways to 'accidentally' lose her towel.&nbsp; She stood and picked up her plate, preparing to put it in the sink, and took the opportunity to brush against him as he sat in his chair.&nbsp; "Still hungry?" she asked, with perfect innocence, only the faintest gleam in her eye giving her away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 19:23:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm getting full actually. But I think there's room for desert," said, sliding his fingertips up the back of one of her pretty exposed legs. He reached the top of her leg, and there in that ambiguous place between leg and rump, between back and inner thigh, he gave her a soft and playful pinch, all the while looking up her delightful body and into her bright eyes. <br><br>"You know that it's going to take a while to wash your clothes..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 20:25:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Isn't there always room for dessert?"&nbsp; She smiled, then pursed her lips and gave him a faintly scolding look at his pinch, though she smiled again instantly, not really minding.&nbsp; "And it's true, getting them washed and dried will take some time... so I guess I'll have to keep walking around in this towel.&nbsp; Except we should probably wash the towels, too.&nbsp; Maybe I'll have to wear nothing at all.&nbsp; Do you think the neighbors will mind?"<br><br>She leaned closer, very lightly nuzzling the side of his face.&nbsp; "They must be very tolerant, since no one's even complained about the noise yet," she whispered, now toying with his hair with her free hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 21:44:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think they'll mind. Especially if we open up the curtains so they can watch..." he joked. "This place has high rent for a reason. It's pretty sound proof for one thing. The management company also put me in the same area as the other bachelors. Guys usually don't complain about those sorts of noises all that much...<br><br>"Well, there <em>was</em> that one guy in the apartment upstairs that'd wake me up in the middle of the night all the time. I actually did think about complaining, cause it sucks to get woken up at 3 AM on work days. But I didn't bother. I swear, despite the worst squeaky springs I've ever heard, he never lasted more then five minutes. But I saw some of the <em>girls</em> he brought home, and they were so ugly that I'd swear that they all must have been street walkers. So they probably liked his Speedy Gonzales act. The cops finally busted him - they must have hauled at least five keys of speed outta that guys place. With cash flow like that, you'd have thought that he could of afforded a higher class of whore." <br><br>He shrugged, "There's no accounting for stupid."<br><br>While he had talked, he had gathered up the left overs, and with a quick hand with the plastic wrap, had the left overs in the fridge. The dishes went in the sink, and he ran some hot water with soap on all of them except the cast iron skillet, which he left in the sink. He left the dishes to soak.<br><br>"Well, let's get your stuff in the wash. We got hot water again, if you want to use it for your laundry. I'd offer to throw it in the wash <em>for you</em>, but most women are pickier about their laundry then <em>I am</em>, so I'll just show you where everything is. Unless you want to trust me not to shrink your cottons, or set those chocolate stains in your jeans. <br><br>"Yes... I'm a bachelor. I actually <em>know</em> how to do laundry. I even have an ironing board."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 22:07:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though at first she couldn't help but laugh at these bachelor goings-on, Michelle soon felt torn between shame and annoyance once again, wondering if she fit into the 'higher class of whore' category.&nbsp; She supposed she did, at least in his mind, and she bit her lip, calming herself down while he was distracted with the dishes.<br><br>But turning back wouldn't help anyway, so she might as well stick it out.&nbsp; Besides, she could get used to hanging out with him.&nbsp; "I'll wash it," she said, calmer again.&nbsp; "Not that I don't trust you, but since my stuff isn't all black, maybe I'd better handle it myself."&nbsp; She smiled wryly.&nbsp; "You can iron stuff later, if you're dying to show off your domestic skills," she added.&nbsp; "So just point me in the right direction for now.&nbsp; Should I wash this while I'm at it?" she asked, abruptly pulling off the towel and draping it over her arm, allowing a brief glimpse of her sex before the towel fell in front again, but leaving her breasts bare.&nbsp; She was shocked at her own bravery, but managed not to flinch too obviously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 22:26:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh! Uh, yeah!" He kinda did a weird thing with stooping over and sort of crossing and uncrossing his legs that allowed the growing bulge in his sweats to point at more of an upward angle instead of being caught painfully pointing in the wrong direction as it grew. It almost looked like he was doing a little boy's peepee dance.<br><br>"Alrighty then," he smiled and walked toward her, not mentioning the reason for his odd motions a moment ago. He'd explain if she asked, but Charles figured that most women had seen men do something similar before to deal with their inconvenient erections. Not that it was something he ever did in public. On the other hand, it didn't even occur to him to feel awkward about doing that in front of Michelle. Almost on an unconscious level, he was being very open and honest with her. Just like he'd get any good relationship started off with. The real reason why she was here was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. He was simply enjoying her company, and not just for the sex either.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 22:44:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle bit back a giggle, fully realizing what he'd just been doing.&nbsp; It hadn't occurred to her to feel awkward either, obviously, but somehow seeing him do that, unapologetically, made her forget all those other nagging worries.&nbsp; She felt at home here, though she didn't think that so many words.<br><br>"Problem?" she asked, again with that look of innocence, which she was really rather good at.&nbsp; "Is everything back where it should be?"&nbsp; She stepped forward to meet him, pausing to stretch up and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; "Lead on," she murmured, feeling a little shiver of anticipation.&nbsp; He was really very fun to tease, easy to talk to, and it certainly didn't hurt that he'd been pretty good in bed so far.&nbsp; And in the shower.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 23:00:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He showed her where the washer and dryer were, and the little alcove above where she could find a couple of different varieties of soap, borax, and bleach. The only thing he was missing was fabric softener. At least he had drier sheets. The iron and ironing board were in the same niche as the washer and drying. He might be a bachelor, but at least he didn't live like a heathen. <br><br>His place was nice too. He even had workable color schemes, and a unifying design direction. His place was decorated in a subtle Asian influenced design. It had the squarish geometry and lines of a Japanese home, with Chinese influences, and a naturalistic vibe. The colors in the living room were mostly black and brownish-red earth tones, but the accents were vibrantly warm colors such as crimson, orange, and yellows. <br><br>The bedroom continued the Japanese lines, but where the living room consisted of warm colors, the bedroom had cool colors: blues, purples, and of course the ever present black. The home almost looked too good, as if he'd consulted a designer, or was secretly gay.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 00:21:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now that she had some time to look over the whole place calmly, the decorating style did start to intrude itself on her consciousness.&nbsp; Of course he wasnt gay; her still slightly sore backside seemed proof enough of that, but it did make a girl wonder...<br><br>"Uh, so did you hire a decorator for this place?" she asked, a fraction too casually.&nbsp; "It looks nice.&nbsp; Better than my place."&nbsp; That was true enough -- she didn't have much time or energy to care what her apartment looked like, as long as she could get at everything she needed.&nbsp; Of course she was being silly even bringing it up, but it couldn't hurt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 00:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Decorator!? Naahhhh...." He replied in a teasing way, "I don't need no stinking decorator!"<br><br>Laughing, he walks back toward the kitchen, to start cleaning up the disaster zone that he'd left there. At the end of the hall he changed his mind. Before heading out of sight to the kitchen, he turned and leaned on the wall, watching Michelle. "I didn't exactly have the cash for a decorator when I started. I just," he shrugged, "developed an eye for that sorta thing. I put together the old place with the ex too. You know, we were poor." <br><br>He shrugged again. "But we had cable. So after a couple of months of watching HGTV, I figured out how to do what they do. Except I did it on the cheap. Desperation's the mother of invention. It's just like cooking or anything else. If you want something badly enough, you find a way. So in short, nope, not gay. I just come off like it once in a while. When I'm not listening to Slayer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 01:20:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew he was only messing with her mind.&nbsp; At least she was pretty sure that was all he was doing.&nbsp; Either way, she did her best to ignore the whole question, not to mention his faintly annoying laughter, and focused on getting her clothes washed.<br><br>The he started explaining, and she shrugged with elaborate casualness.&nbsp; "I can't say as I ever watched HGTV in my life," she said, unsure if she should be proud or ashamed of that fact.&nbsp; "And I guess I don't really want an apartment that looks decorated, since I've never bothered.&nbsp; Not very feminine of me, I guess," she said ruefully.&nbsp; She got the water going, measuring out detergent and double-checking the tag on her shirt, more out of sudden nerves than because she actually needed to check.<br><br>"This is the first time I've done the laundry naked, too," she added, closing the lid and finally turning to face him.&nbsp; "And for the record, I never actually thought you were gay.&nbsp; I mean, you'd have to at least be bi, right?"&nbsp; She grinned suddenly, almost blushing.&nbsp; "Whatever you want to call it, as long as you make me scream in bed once in a while, like last night."&nbsp; She leaned against the washer, tilting her head, watching him invitingly and curiously, wondering what he'd do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 01:39:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, didn't really think you thought I was gay. But, you know, decorating, watching HGTV, not liking sports... some people would wonder. And I wouldn't really call myself bi. Most men are just... ick. I never could figure how women could find most of us attractive. But... wellll... maybe just a little bi," Charles admits, blushing a little and smiling bashfully. "Not that I've ever done anything about it, or care enough to go outta my way to. But yeah, I think maybe five to ten percent gay. Which I figure is probably like most men, but they're too macho to admit it. Oh, and not that I think you would, but if you ever repeat the admission, I'll flat out call you a liar..."&nbsp; <br><br>Charles laughed, but it sounded a little forced. Without another word, he headed back to the kitchen to work on the dishes, counters, stovetop, and floor that he trashed "cooking".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 01:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle hadn't quite smiled while he was saying all that, though she came close.&nbsp; Under any other circumstances, she might have assumed he was kidding; but his embarrassment seemed too real and his laughter too fake for it to be anything but true.<br><br>Still, it was a bit of a surprise to see him turn to leave.&nbsp; She'd been half-expecting, maybe even hoping, that he'd grab her right there and demonstrate his 90% heterosexuality up against the washer.&nbsp; Frowning slightly, she followed him to the kitchen, watching quietly for a moment as he set to work.&nbsp; "Am I doing nude dish-drying now?" she asked lightly, raising an eyebrow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 02:30:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she followed and offered to pitch in, he paused, froze, and stared at her for several long seconds. Then he smiled easily again, as he was so prone to do.<br><br>"If you want. It won't take long to do these and clean up in here - if we do it right away. A few minutes, and then I guess we'll have to find something else to occupy our time while your clothes wash." He had a funny look in his eyes as he waited to see how she'd respond.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 03:16:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now she was even more confused.&nbsp; Was that a bad stare?&nbsp; It didn't seem bad, but it didn't seem good, either.&nbsp; What if he was thinking what a terrible idea it had been to sleep with her, and he needed to get rid of her the second her clothes were dry?&nbsp; Even his mention of finding something else to occupy their time, which would otherwise fairly scream innuendo, wasn't entirely convincing somehow.<br><br>"Well, if you don't mind, I don't mind," she said, now with a funny look in her eyes herself as she tried to sort through it all.&nbsp; "Just hand me a towel.&nbsp; Or whatever."&nbsp; She was sorely tempted to keep blathering on, but she made herself stop talking, lest she say something that would make things even more confusing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 03:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles abruptly leaned forward, wrapped an arm around her, and kissed her on the cheek.<br><br>"Thank you," he said very sincerely, looking her right in the eyes. "It's just a small thing, but I haven't had someone offer to help me in the kitchen in... uh, a very long time. Maybe twelve years?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 04:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood very still as he did this, only blinking in surprise, then smiling and blushing as his gaze found hers.&nbsp; "Well, I -- I couldn't just sit on my backside while you do all the work," she finally said, somehow even more nervous now that she understood what was going on.&nbsp; It would never have occurred to her not to offer, frankly, but obviously that wasn't what he was used to.<br><br>"So never mind the last twelve years... let's work on the next twelve," she said, now kissing his cheek, and too late realizing how presumptuous her comment sounded.&nbsp; She was sure she must be blushing harder, but otherwise just tried to brazen it out and hope he wouldn't notice... and that he wouldn't notice that she was thinking her accidental presumption didn't sound so bad.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 05:11:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled her closer, and kissed her on the mouth. The plate he was holding slipped out of his hand and back into the soapy water. He turned his body to fully face her, and his warm and wet soapy hand pulled her into him even more. The other hand, the one that had already been around her, slid down her bare back, to her firm round ass. It pulled her to him as well as he kissed her deeply and passionately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 15:35:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle made a muffled sound, not quite a protest, but definitely a surprised noise, almost a scared one.&nbsp; Not that this was bad, quite the opposite; but she felt off-balance and uncertain, at least inside.&nbsp; Her body wasn't worried about anything like that, just enjoying, and she slowly forgot those vague worries at the back of her mind and just kissed back, as good as she got.<br><br>She quickly got dizzy, and not only from lack of oxygen, but that was only a handy excuse to hold him more tightly, her body pressing hard against him.&nbsp; Now dishes were forgotten too, and clothes, and she suddenly felt like she'd been kissing him for the last twelve years, and she wasn't about to stop now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 20:05:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he stopped kissing her, leaning his forehead against hers, and putting only an inch or two of distance between their mouths, he said, "The dishes <em>can</em> wait. I'm not sure that I'd be able to perform again. But we can go fool around if you'd like."<br><br>The hand on her rump slid down another couple of inches, and a finger lazily caressed her, but it wasn't insistent enough to press past her legs to explore her more thoroughly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 20:25:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, finding she rather liked standing here with him this way.&nbsp; "Well, it's up to you.&nbsp; They are your dishes, after all."&nbsp; She made another faintly surprised little sound as his finger slid down, her smile widening.&nbsp; "Though right now I think we're both inclined towards the fooling around option.&nbsp; Maybe I can encourage your performance."<br><br>She pressed closer, teasingly, letting her fingers wander down over his shoulder and down his chest, slowly, retreating every time she got too close to his waist.&nbsp; "Or you could just try some nude dishwashing," she added, tilting her head so she could give him another quick kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 21:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled Michelle close, and kissed her again, pressing himself into her body. He held her tight with the hand that was around her back, and pressed forward with his probing finger to find her entrance.<br><br>His body was responding to her, and his cock swelled once again. He wasn't exactly hard, but about half way there. A small part of his mind told him he shouldn't bother, that he wouldn't be able to perform a fifth time in twelve hours, but it was a small voice, easily ignored. If he could perform, then he would, only because he <em>wanted to</em> right now. If nothing else, at least he could go down on her.<br><br>"It's a good thing we didn't make the bed," he murmured, when he pulled away. He took her by the hand, and started leading her toward the bedroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 21:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle noticed that stirring instantly, and felt a rush of desire, especially now that his finger was getting a touch more insistent.&nbsp; It wasn't too surprising given the fact that he was kissing a naked woman, though on the other hand, he really should be pretty worn out right now, after everything they'd already done.&nbsp; Maybe she should be just a tiny bit proud of herself.<br><br>She smiled at his comment, a slow, radiant smile.&nbsp; "Good thing," she agreed, and she fell into step behind him, skipping a little to keep up, and for once, too happy even to worry about money.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 22:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, he led her to the bed and gently pushed her down into a sitting position on it. He bent forward, and gave her another kiss on the mouth. It was a passionate kiss, but not as deep or insistant as the last. Then he pulled away, and started taking his clothes off leisurely.<br><br>While he undressed, he spoke rather casually. "Michelle? I was wondering something. Have you ever been handcuffed or tied up or anything like that before? Not that I'm worried about it right now, but I've done a little of that sorta thing before, and I liked it. I wasn't so wild about having it done to me, but the other way around... pretty hot."<br><br>He dropped his sweat pants to the floor and was finally nude. He was half erect, and his cock bobbed ever so slightly as it pointed out from his body, drooping a little toward the end. He started to walk toward her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 22:29:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Something told her right away that his tone of voice was just a little too casual, and she should be careful what she agreed to.&nbsp; And that something was right, apparently, as he very offhandedly mentioned the subject.&nbsp; She wondered if he'd been working up the nerve to ask this for a while, and tried to decide just how disappointed he might be if she tried to talk him out of the idea.&nbsp; Though really, she wasn't even sure if she <em>did</em> want to talk him out of it.<br><br>She shook her head, trying to seem as nonchalant as he was.&nbsp; "No, I've never tried that," she said, now taking the chance to look him over a little more carefully in the daylight.&nbsp; Yep, he was definitely not bad looking, and also rising to the occasion, at least a little.&nbsp; She smiled a little as he walked closer, reaching out to caress his hip once she could reach it.&nbsp; "So would you like to do that to me?" she asked, looking up at him and studying his face.&nbsp; "Tie me to your bed and just... do whatever comes to mind?"<br><br>Dangerous questions, part of her mind screamed, though she hadn't actually agreed to anything.&nbsp; This was all just to see how much the idea excited him -- and her, since she still wasn't sure about that.&nbsp; Well, worst case scenario, if he tried anything weird that she didn't agree to, she could threaten to sue, she thought, and though that might be an eminently quick and relatively clean way to get a payoff, she suddenly felt her stomach twist at the idea.<br><br>Her other hand reached to stroke the base of his cock, and she looked at that now, trying to hide her blush.&nbsp; "Have you got handcuffs?" she asked, now leaning forward to lick his shaft, gently and slowly, from base to tip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 22:50:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It <em>does</em> sound like fun. Maybe we can try that at some point?" he said. His cock did grow just a little harder when he spoke it outloud, but it was barely perceptible.<br><br>He didn't answer right away when she asked if he had handcuffs. He moaned and he closed his eyes when she ran her tongue along his shaft. "Hmmm..."<br><br>He stepped closer, and gently put his hands on her head. He stroked her damp hair. He started growing even harder as he contemplated pulling her head forward to force his cock into her mouth. But this was the first time that they'd tried this, so he wanted to wait and see what she had in mind. At least it seemed likely that she wasn't opposed to giving oral sex. He'd only been with one woman before that refused to do it at all, and that had sure been a disappointed experience. He wondered if Michelle let men come in her mouth. He guessed that she would, and perhaps she even swallowed as well. She probably swallowed every drop. His cock grew a little harder with his thoughts.<br><br>"Yeah, I've got cuffs. I used to be a security guard... Still got all my gear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 22:58:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe," she said, not quite willing to commit herself just yet.&nbsp; Still, at the moment, at least, it seemed like a really interesting idea.&nbsp; She'd never quite trusted anyone to do that, but maybe this time...<br><br>He was definitely stirring a little more at this topic of conversation, and she smiled to herself.&nbsp; It might be worth it to try, at least, and see how things went.&nbsp; It would be nice to have him just a little wild, like he'd sometimes been last night, and that might do it without the alcohol.<br><br>"Security guard, really?&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; Well, I guess I could let you arrest me, as long as you promise not to use excessive force," she said, then cringed inwardly as she realized she'd said yes.&nbsp; Granted, it was only a teasing yes, but he wouldn't see it that way.&nbsp; Well, too late now, and it still didn't seem like <em>such</em>bad idea.&nbsp; She looked up at his face again, watching his reaction as she took him into her mouth, gently running her tongue over him as he twitched faintly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-06-2008, 23:45:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm..." he moaned as she took him into her mouth. He grew just a bit harder. He thought it might <em>just</em> be hard enough to fuck her, <em>if</em> he could keep it at least this hard. He tried not to think about it. It wouldn't take much for him to start loosing his almost erection. It was nearly a foregone conclusion that he wouldn't be able to fuck her ass again. Not that she was likely to allow him the pleasure again at this point anyhow. He was sure that her cute little abused ass was too sore for her to let him do anything down there right now.<br><br>It surprised him a little that she'd expressed a willingness to try something a little scarier, a little edgier then they'd tried yet. He figured that he'd just throw that out there to plant the seed, and maybe she'd be willing to try it down the line at some point. Yet, it almost sounded like she was willing to try it now. His cock twitched with the thought.<br><br>But his stuff was packed away somewhere, he'd have to go digging to find his handcuffs. Normally it wouldn't be much of a problem, but with the lethargy his cock was showing right now, he was almost certain that he'd be entirely flaccid and probably out of the mood if he went looking for them right now.<br><br>"Sounds like fun," Charles told her, "We can do that. Not now though. I don't know where my cuffs are." <br><br>He paused in speaking, and focused on her mouth on his cock. "<em>This</em> feels nice... Hold my balls too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 00:24:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She obeyed, one hand cupping his balls and playing with them gently.&nbsp; He was definitely harder and twitching a little more, so something was getting to him, all right, and maybe they would be able to get to the main course again this time, so to speak.&nbsp; She nodded faintly when he mentioned delaying until later, still half-thinking she'd be better off just backing away from the whole idea.&nbsp; But she'd worry about that later -- right now there was plenty to enjoy, and maybe better things to try for.<br><br>Mostly she kept using her tongue, but now and then she sucked lightly, testing and teasing.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how much she should push him, so she kept things slow for now, perhaps just a touch more insistent, but still not rushing him.&nbsp; And the look on his face was fascinating, so she didn't mind studying it at all, trying to decide exactly what he wanted and when.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 00:57:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He opened his eyes, and looked down at her sucking on his cock. <em>God she's beautiful</em>, he thought. He took one of his hands away from her cold damp hair, and brought it around to her front. He brushed his cold fingertips across one of her nipples, and as it started to harden he continued to lightly tease it with his fingertips lightly brushing it. <br><br>The next time she took him in her mouth, he gently pushed her head forward with the hand that was still on the back of her head. When she started to pull away, he let her withdraw until just the head was still in her mouth. Then he started pulling her forward again. <em>"Suck it. Harder,"</em> he whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 01:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again Michelle obeyed, tightening her mouth around him and sucking a little harder and a little more steadily.&nbsp; He still wasn't as hard as he could be, but he'd come a long way, and her eyes sparkled now as she looked up at him.&nbsp; She whimpered faintly now and then as he teased at her breasts, and shivered at his cool fingers.<br><br>Even without knowing exactly what he was thinking, she knew an admiring look when she saw one, and that made her shiver even more.&nbsp; She leaned a little closer, sliding one leg on either side of his, her hands still teasing at him as she picked up the rhythm slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 01:47:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she picked up the rhythm on her own, he brought the other hand away from her hair. He teased her nipples with both hands, and started to kneed her breasts occasionally as well. His cock reluctantly became nearly entirely erect. Charles could feel the difference, that it wasn't quite rock hard, but under the circumstances, it was probably the best that he could hope for. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes again.<br><br>He was enjoying this. But it still felt like she was still teasing him instead of something more. "Harder," he commanded her quietly. He wasn't aware of when he started to slowly thrust his cock into her mouth to meet her halfway. He only became aware of it when he whimpered as she started to pull away instead of letting him sink his cock all the way in.<br><br>He looked down at her again. He could see her lavishing his cock devotedly with her mouth now. He could see the drool started to run down his cock, and could see her rock hard nipples being rolled between his fingertips. He wondered how horny she was and whether giving head made her hot.<br><br>"<em>Suck me off. Make me come in your mouth,</em>" he whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 03:05:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again she had no problem with obeying, though she did tense slightly when he started pressing forward to meet her, wondering if he was the type to get a little too carried away.&nbsp; So again she tried to keep things steady, hoping to manage it so both of them would enjoy this.&nbsp; She was uneasy at the idea of being half-choked if he decided to speed things up too quickly.<br><br>But so far, so good, and at least he wasn't completely ignoring the rest of her.&nbsp; Sometimes it was too easy to do this sort of thing without thinking about it and without getting really excited at all -- but he was still looking at her with that very flattering expression, and she couldn't fault the way he was toying with her breasts, either.<br><br>She smiled as much as she could, mostly with her eyes, and moved just a touch faster.&nbsp; This could take a while, since he was still a little tired, it seemed, but she was game to give this a good try.&nbsp; Still watching his face, she again stepped up the pace a trifle, curious to see how long he'd last. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 07:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, after all of the careful coaxing, his cock became fully engorged. It swelled that last fraction of an inch. Then it twitched as a naughty idea bounced through his mind. He stopped thrusting into her mouth.<br><br>"Ok, stop. Go down as far on me as you can," he waited for her to comply. When she did, he closed his eyes. "Now bite it... and sloowwwwly bite harder, until I say."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 15:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle blinked in faint surprise as she felt him suddenly get just that tiny bit harder and bigger, resisting the urge to giggle, which might so easily have been misinterpreted in the circumstances.&nbsp; She looked up at him, sensing he had something he wanted to try, and raised an eyebrow inquiringly.<br><br>She shifted down slowly, taking as much as was comfortable, and looked up at him again.&nbsp; Then her eyes turned huge with amazement.&nbsp; She couldn't possibly have heard that correctly... could she?&nbsp; Talk about something she never thought any man would ever ask her to do... But she did as he asked, with extreme caution, at first just barely letting him feel the edge of her teeth.&nbsp; Gathering her courage, she bit fractionally harder, holding her breath, ready to back off at an instant's notice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 21:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned as if the hard edge of her teeth felt good. Then as she stopped, he spoke again, "Harder... keep pressing harder 'til I say stop."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 22:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now she was getting a little scared.&nbsp; He didn't like being tied up, but he liked <em>this</em>?&nbsp; She'd once had a guy freak out when she'd accidentally bumped him with her teeth in this situation, and that he'd probably hardly even felt.&nbsp; This was just crazy.<br><br>She looked up at him in disbelief, then obeyed, cringing as she notched the pressure up a little more, then a little more again, trying to move as slowly as possible.&nbsp; What if, when he did tell her to stop, he said it in a scream of agony?&nbsp; Or if he just lost it and smacked her to make her let go?&nbsp; What if she accidentally <em>drew blood</em>?&nbsp; Now that was a horrifying thought.&nbsp; But somehow, she kept going, just watching him anxiously for any sign that it was getting to be too much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 23:15:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kept his eyes closed, and leaned his head back. He moaned low in the back of his throat. It was a sound somewhere between agony and ecstasy. Her hard white teeth slowly pushed ever deeper into his flesh. It was a requested violation. A forbidden act, a deliverance of pain to the most sacred and sensitive flesh he had. It was a submission and an act of trust for both parties.<br><br>Finally, when the pain overwhelmed the pleasure by too great a degree, when it seemed that her pearly white teeth must be mere moments from breaking his skin, he exhaled breathlessly the single word, "Stop."<br><br>He panted in pleasure and pain, and his body visibly trembled with the beat of his heart. When she withdrew, there were deep purplish divots in his hard shaft. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and squatted down to put himself at her eye level. He gave her a slow, loving kiss on the lips, and then embraced her. His face nestled near her ear. He whispered.<br><br>"Do you want to be eaten or fucked now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 01:18:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a long moment, Michelle couldn't even process his question.&nbsp; She'd stared at his cock in amazement as she'd pulled away, feeling guilty for marking him like that even though he'd asked for it, practically demanded it.&nbsp; But clearly, he'd liked it, a lot, and she returned his kiss willingly, if still a little confusedly.&nbsp; "Um.&nbsp; Whichever you'd rather.&nbsp; I mean, you're the wounded one," she said, trying to make a joke of it, but still slightly nervous and definitely amazed by what had just happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 01:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That didn't turn you on? Even a little?" he asked, a little surprised. <br><br>He stood up, and then clambored onto the bed behind her. He sprawled out in the middle of the bed, on his back.<br><br>"Why don't you come over hear and sit?" he asked with a devilish smile. "Its up to you whether you want to sit on my cock, or sit on my face."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 01:39:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um.&nbsp; I guess so," she said, though the truth was she hadn't really thought about that, being too nervous about everything else to worry about her own reactions.&nbsp; "I mean... It's kinda cool that you trusted me to do that," she said slowly, still trying to analyze her feelings.&nbsp; "Most guys wouldn't.&nbsp; Not ever."<br><br>She giggled as he stretched out on the bed, then climbed on and slowly crawled towards him.&nbsp; "Well, let's see.&nbsp; Since this is all ready..."&nbsp; She trailed off, running her fingertips lightly over his cock, "...it does seem a shame to make it wait, don't you think?"&nbsp; Grinning, she slowly straddled his legs and then slid her body up along his, finally resting her sex at the tip of his shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 02:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles put both of his hands on her hips. He slowly slid them up her sides, and then to her breasts. He cupped them from beneath, lifting them a little. He moved his thumbs up, to rest the tips on top of her nipples. Then he rotated his thumbs in opposite directions, lightly rubbing the pink little nubs beneath.<br><br>He looked up into her eyes. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, or fuck me soft, either way's good. But I want you to come. You worked hard to get it hard, so take it how you want it. It's your turn to show me what you like." <br><br>Then he squeezed her breasts, perhaps a little harshly, "Or if you prefer, I can just take you however I want. Again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 03:14:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now this, she kinda liked.&nbsp; It was different from her usual, definitely, but there was nothing wrong with trying new things.&nbsp; He was sort of ordering her around, almost being rough; but he was also telling her to go ahead and do whatever she liked best.&nbsp; And she had an idea about that...<br><br>She bit her lip, smiling, and leaned forward to whisper against his cheek.&nbsp; "Well, then let me start.&nbsp; Maybe you'll want to take over later... but first I'll show you one of the things I like."&nbsp; And with that, she began to slide herself down onto his shaft, very, very slowly, still smiling as she watched his reaction.&nbsp; She really did like going very slowly like this, and she couldn't wait to see if it drove him to take charge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 15:47:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm," he moaned appreciatively as he let her slowly slide down his shaft. His cock twitched and spasmed with the anticipation, but he didn't voluntarily move anything other then his hands.<br><br>His hands glided away from her breasts. Only his fingertips brushed her skin lightly, teasingly. He tried to apply just the right pressure to raise up goosebumps without making her squirm away by being tickled. His hands drifted down her sides lightly to her hips. Then they moved up her hips to her ass. He let them drift down, and around to her inner thighs. Where her body took in his flesh, where the inner lips gave way to the outer lips, that's where his forefingers slowly made it to. With subtle pressure, he pressed up toward her center, and he pressed inward as well, squeezing the inner lips between his fingers and shaft. The tips of those forefingers were close enough to her sensitive pink button, that he could feel the slight movements he gave her shift the fleshy hood ever so slightly.<br><br>The rest of his hands cradled and held her by the inner thighs. With his hands there, and his shaft there, and her obvious arousal, the heat they generated there seemed intense to hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 17:50:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was already thoroughly enjoying this, the slow but unhesitating way her body stretched to accomodate him giving her an extra thrill.&nbsp; She could feel every twitch he made, too, which was an added bonus.&nbsp; Then his hands joined in, moving as gently as she was, and she shivered, not quite tickled, brushed more than caressed, but whatever you called it, it felt fantastic.<br><br>Finally his fingers (awfully talented fingers, she thought, in that moment valuing experience far above anything else) pressed gently onto her sex, tracing her taut skin where it encased him, and she bit her lip, moaning at the pressure.&nbsp; Gentle as it was, it did a lot to her, and she felt herself tense around him, gripping his shaft a little harder.&nbsp; "God, that's good," she murmured, and forced herself to stay perfectly still for a long moment, savoring the feeling.<br><br>But she had to give in sometime, and slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, she began to move, rocking her hips, enjoying every slight shift or pulse of their bodies.&nbsp; "Very good," she added, with a slow smile, beaming down at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 14:06:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way that his fingers pressed against her made her feel fantastic. It made her feel tighter, and just different then it normally would. He'd never tried that before, but as much as he wanted to keep his hands there, he couldn't do it for long. He'd had to bend forward at the waist a bit to reach her from that angle.<br><br>So, as he relaxed and slid back to the bed, his hands glided away from her sex, and up her firm round buttcheeks. He gave them a good squeeze, and used the leverage to press her slowly but firmly all the way down onto him. He hilted himself fully within her, and her short pubic hair stabbed subtly into his hairless flesh. Using his hands to hold her firmly to him, he ground against her and into her. He tried to grind in such a way to where it would press against her clitoris. <br><br>He knew it would take a long time before he came, if he even could again, but he wanted to show her ecstasy over and over again until he either came or gave up trying. He knew that she wasn't close to orgasm yet. This sex, this teasing and grinding, it was just foreplay, and they both knew it. Soon enough they'd get to the real thing, and if there was any luck, just maybe he could give her a small orgasm or two before then. He wanted to give it to her, to please her. Her lust and her pleasure was his pleasure. Her pain was his pleasure too, if he did it just right. He bent up again, and took one of her nipples between his teeth, and bit slowly but firmly, and while he bit it, he flicked the tip of it with his wet tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 16:16:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle sighed as he was forced to take his fingers away.&nbsp; It had looked like an awkward position for him, but she was already trying to figure out ways he could do that for longer, perhaps if he was behind her... or she could do it to herself, perhaps, later.&nbsp; Right now this would do, this fierce teasing, enough to keep them both hot and ready for more, but not yet giving that to them.&nbsp; He seemed to be enjoying it just as much, perhaps since he'd already sated himself quite a lot in the last hours.&nbsp; There was still plenty of passion, but a little less desparation for them now.<br><br>She wriggled as he pressed into her, as hard as he could, the pressure almost hurting, but not quite.&nbsp; A shiver ran through her, radiating out from her clit as it was squeezed between them, and she moaned at the sensation, her hands gripping at his shoulders briefly.&nbsp; Then he leaned up towards her again, and she wrapped her arms around him, encouraging his mouth.<br><br>At first, she didn't even realize that his intent was to bite, however gently, and it took a moment for his teeth to close enough for her to feel the discomfort.&nbsp; She made a squeal of protest, but did not push him away, only tensing faintly as she got used to the feeling.&nbsp; His tongue felt good, of course, and perhaps, just perhaps, it felt even better thanks to that bite.&nbsp; Finally she whimpered, not quite objecting, and her passage half-consciously tightened around him, throbbing faintly, making her blush at the thought that this pain, however small, was arousing her further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 22:10:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her whimper, he let go of the nipple and let it slip out from his lips. He kissed her, just a brushing of the lips really, and moved toward her other nipple. Meanwhile his hands lifted and pulled her until he was just threatening to fall out of her. He held her there for a moment, just barely inserted into her, and let the anticipation build for a few moments. And his hot wet breath was playing across her nipple, but his mouth hadn't yet touched it.<br><br>He caught her eyes, and when she looked at him, he told her, "Later, I'm going to bite your clit, and make you like it."<br><br>He slammed his hips up hard, thrusting his cock hard into her. And then he pressed her down with his hands, while his hips lowered to the bed once again. He started grinding into her once more, and finally, he took her other nipple between his teeth to bite and flick.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 22:40:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything was going just as well as could possibly be expected, she thought.&nbsp; He was obviously very attracted to her, he'd agreed to take her shopping, and so far even the drunken sex had been good.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure about the biting -- either giving or receiving -- but if that was the worst he came up with, she'd count herself lucky.&nbsp; And she loved this teasing, feeling him just barely inside her, smiling and shivering at the feeling of his breath.<br><br>And then he spoke.&nbsp; Before she even had time to look as shocked as she felt, he thrust up hard, making her cry out at how abrupt it was.&nbsp; In an instant, he was in her as far as he could go, leaving her breathless for the moment.&nbsp; When she started to make a shaky protest, he started in on the grinding again, which was really remarkably distracting.&nbsp; She whimpered again, this time in anticipation of pain, and managed to glare at him.<br><br>Of course, by then his eyes were focused on her other breast, and she doubted he saw her expression.&nbsp; She'd just have to find a way to avoid that particular threat, which sounded well beyond her pain threshold.&nbsp; This was still good, very good, and she was at least going to enjoy this.&nbsp; Her clit was throbbing nicely with the pressure, and she wriggled encouragingly, finding just the right angle and moaning at the sensation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 22:54:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His teeth pressed into her other nipple at its base. It wasn't a teasing nibble, or playful scrape. It <em>was</em> a true bite. It couldn't be called gentle so much as it could be called careful. It was slow. He slowly increased the pressure and pain. It wasn't the sharp pain one would normally associate with a bite. And he was careful to be ready to release it in a heartbeat if he needed to. At the same time he slowly built up the pressure of his bite, he flicked her nipple with the hot wet tip of his tongue. And he still ground into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 00:13:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey!" she yelped, at least sort of -- it was more a squeal than a word, but that was the general idea.&nbsp; Again it wasn't quite a shock so much as a slow buildup of discomfort, finally edging over into pain, and she objected as best she could under the circumstances.&nbsp; "Stop that," she added, trying to sound firm, but she found it wasn't easy to make that happen at the moment.<br><br>"It hurts," she murmured, and now she only sounded like she was whimpering.&nbsp; Much as his teeth hurt, his tongue felt good, and the steady pressure on her clit felt fantastic.&nbsp; But now she was resisting the urge to climax, strong as it was becoming.&nbsp; Even if she couldn't stop him from biting, she was determined that she wouldn't enjoy it.&nbsp; Or at least not act like she was enjoying it, since her body was ignoring her right now and spiralling very close to orgasm.<br><br>She bit her lip, then made herself stop.&nbsp; More teeth marks, she didn't need.&nbsp; She pressed her lips together instead, fighting her release every step of the way, squirming against him and trying to hide her moans as they built louder and louder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 00:31:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He thought that he must have gone just a little too hard on her sensitive pink nubs. She obviously hadn't had them toughened up yet. He immediately let go of her nipple with his teeth, but kept his lips in place with some added suction. He flicked the nipple a few more times with his tongue, and then let himself fall back to lie flat on his back.<br><br>He let go of her ass. His hands hovered a few inches above her cheeks for a moment, and then he slapped her ass with both hands. He didn't try to slap her overly hard, but still, the blow produced a sharp snapping noise in the room.<br><br>He moved his hands toward her breasts, and looked into her eyes. He spoke softly but urgently, spurring her on, "Ride it now. Ride it hard. Ride it like you want to hurt me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 15:27:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would never have occurred to Michelle that her nipples needed toughening -- the clamps and things that people used had never really appealed to her.&nbsp; Even after he'd backed off a little, the feel of his teeth still lingered, helped by the firm press of his lips, and the nipple seemed to throb in time with her sex.<br><br>She shifted as his hands let go, then froze, suddenly realizing what he was about to do.&nbsp; The sound made her gasp and flinch faintly, her passage tightening abruptly around him.&nbsp; She trembled, still right on the edge of climax, and stared at him as he spoke.&nbsp; Now she shook with faint alarm, that last urging a little too much like the biting he'd wanted so much before.&nbsp; But she couldn't resist the command otherwise, her body demanding its pleasure.<br><br>She braced herself, finding a good angle, and started rocking over him, slowly at first, but speeding up rapidly.&nbsp; Her breasts bounced enticingly, her hair flew around her face, and though she couldn't tell if this qualified as 'riding him like she wanted to hurt him', it was certainly wild and intense.&nbsp; Within just a few moments, she was fighting back screams, her fingers unconsciously digging into his skin, until finally she tensed even harder and let out a cry, still thrusting onto him wildly as she climaxed at last.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 23:13:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He counter thrust in time to her. Each time she descended down on him, he thrust up to sheath himself fully within her. He kneaded her bouncing breasts as she rode him fast.<br><br>He wanted her to climax, and so everything he did was with that goal in mind. When finally her climax came over her, he continued to thrust into her. But his eyes were open, and he watched her orgasm play out over her face. He felt her body tense and contract. <br><br>It was with a furrowed brow, and a grimace on her face that she came. For a while, she looked <em>angry</em>, but then it was all washed away as the orgasm came over her.<br><br>After the orgasm finally overcame her, he pulled her close, and then rolled over on top of her. He was still impaled within her the whole time, as he put her beneath him, he started slowly thrusting into her. He was starting to think that he too would be able to come, and he intended to try to do so very soon. He ignored the buzzer on the washing machine that said that her load was done. The buzzer would shut off in a moment anyhow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 00:28:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Between his thrusting up and her pressing down, Michelle felt slightly bruised between her legs, though not in an entirely bad way.&nbsp; Still, it was a relief to relax, and she was glad to fall into his arms and let him move her.&nbsp; She smiled and giggled as he turned them completely over, and wrapped her legs around him teasingly.<br><br>Not that he needed any encouragement, it seemed, as he hardly missed a beat, just continuing to move, though much slower now.&nbsp; "Did I wear you out?" she whispered, grinning.&nbsp; "You didn't finish."&nbsp; She flinched at the sound of the buzzer, having completely forgotten the laundry, but followed his lead and ignored it.&nbsp; Instead she just caught his rhythm, arching her hips up to meet him as he had done, deliberately squeezing his shaft.&nbsp; After all this, it hardly seemed fair not to let him finish, too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 05:45:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not worn out yet..." He smiled, and continued to thrust. His hands were still around her back, so he shifted his weight to a slightly more comfortable position. He left his arms behind her, but moved his hands up to hold her by the shoulders. He rested his weight on his elbows beside her. He continued to thrust and it felt wonderful having her legs wrapped around his waist. It wasn't a spoken thing, but they both held each other tightly in their own way. It was as if they didn't want to let go.<br><br>Still, he had other plans other then just screwing her in the conventional manner. He wasn't one much for convention anyway, in this or in other things, as Michelle was doubtlessly discovering. He intentionally pulled out a little too far on one of his thrusts, exiting her. Then, when he moved back toward her, a little more carefully so he wouldn't hit her too hard and hurt them both, his shaft slid up her slit and across her clitoris. The hip motion that would have normally had him pulling out, slid the shaft back down her, and the motion that would have pushed him back in, moved the shaft up once more.<br><br>Of course it was intentional, and besides, he could feel her short hairs pressing into his sensitive skin almost like they were sandpaper, except with less discomfort. Let her think that he'd slipped out if she didn't realize it was intentional. To him, it felt almost as good to slide his shaft up and down on her moist, soft, and subtly prickly outside as it would if he was inside of her. He used his hands to pull her and hold her too close for her to shift her hips to make his slip back in her. <br><br>He wanted to see if the direct stimulation of her clit could propel her to another orgasm right after the first, or if the sensation would be too much for her. Perhaps her reaction would surprise him? This was just another way to let him learn her body, her reactions, and the best ways to get her going. He watched her face with hooded eyes, to see how she'd react. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 15:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned, very glad he seemed so ready to keep going, and nestled against him contentedly.&nbsp; Now this felt nice, warm and close and sweet, though she'd never use that word out loud.&nbsp; She was just settling in, really enjoying this, when he was suddenly rubbing over her instead of thrusting into her, and she turned to look at him doubtfully.&nbsp; "You did that on purpose," she said, gently scolding.&nbsp; "You're weird," she added, matter-of-factly, but affectionately.<br><br>She squirmed in his grasp, uselessly, as it turned out, though it felt good in its own right, and she kept wriggling now and then just for fun.&nbsp; His teasing was amazingly effective -- she missed having him inside, of course, but this steady, smooth rubbing over her clit was making her squirm unintentionally now.&nbsp; Like last night, it was nearly more than she could stand, almost as much discomfort as pleasure, but unlike last night, that started changing quickly.<br><br>Aware of his eyes on her, studying her, she blushed faintly.&nbsp; It was good that he was trying to learn what she liked -- at least she supposed that was part of the reason why he stared so often in these situations -- but it was still a little unnerving.&nbsp; But she quickly forgot that, too distracted to stay embarrassed, and started arching her hips up at a certain point in his rhythm.&nbsp; That extra pressure made her gasps turn to moans, and to her shock, she felt another climax building.&nbsp; Now she was embarrassed again, but didn't care, wrapping her legs more tightly around him, trying to encourage him to go just a little faster, convinced that was all she needed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 00:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she correctly guessed that he'd slipped out of her on purpose and then called him weird, Charles grinned mischievously. Then, seeming to sense what she wanted, he increased his speed a bit. He also bent forward to nibble and suck on her neck and shoulder too. His clean but unshaven face nuzzled and pressed into her face, neck, and shoulder as he gently worked at her neck as if he was devouring her. He then up a little bit more, and in one motion, sucked her earlobe into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, and pressed on it with his lips. He left his teeth off of it; he worried that she might throw her head back when she climaxed, and he didn't want to hurt her pretty and delicate little ear. As he devoured her ear, he exhaled hard, animalistically, through his nose into her ear. He wanted her to feel captured, powerless, and dominated. He wanted her to give in, and to give him the satisfaction of coming for him again. He made a low noise then while still sucking at her ear. It was neither a grunt, nor a moan, nor a growl, but somehow it seemed to be all of those at once. The noise seem to combine his lust, his yearning, and his bestial urges all into one low sound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 01:31:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle grinned, too; she just couldn't help it.&nbsp; She giggled and squirmed as his stubbly face rubbed against hers, the extra incentive from his lips and tongue helping bring her closer and closer to release every second.&nbsp; His breath made her gasp; and the sound that he made, indescribeable and infinitely lustful, sent a thrill through her.&nbsp; She clung to him more tightly, arching against him a little more, and then made an answering sound -- less a growl, but an animal sound just the same, a cry of triumph as her climax began.<br><br>It felt suddenly that he was controlling her, that he had somehow commanded her to orgasm with that noise, and frightening as it was, the idea was fascinating.&nbsp; She felt her body throb and shudder, heat radiating out from her clit, and the more she let herself feel possessed by him, and more than a little helpless, the greater that heat became.&nbsp; Again she cried out, more sharply this time, her climax peaking at last, as she gripped him with all her strength.&nbsp; She was never going to admit what had made this release quite so intense, but right now she was going to enjoy every second of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 06:42:16</strong>
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				She tensed and grunted beneath him as an intense orgasm overtook her, and she gripped him so hard that he was scarcely able to move. The middle of his back made a crunching noise as she unintentionally popped it. He gasped in pleasureable pain at the accidental chiropractic adjustment. Meanwhile, he still ground and thrust against her as best he could, all through her orgasm. He'd thought maybe to slide back into her when her orgasm started, but the way she gripped him made it impossible.<br><br>Seeing her like this, totally overcome in passion and pleasure, seeing what <em>he'd</em> done to her, propelled him closer to orgasm. Now he felt it wasn't a matter of <em>if</em> he'd come, but <em>when</em>. It wouldn't take much more for him either. He'd never been with a woman this attractive before. Seeing her, holding her, and making her climax twice in a row had put him closer to release then he'd imagined.<br><br>He kissed her on the mouth. It was a passionate, hungry kiss. She'd come again, and he was so close now. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently, letting just a whisper of his teeth brush against her lip. He wanted to draw her all in to him, to devour her, and take in her essence. It wasn't a matter of wanting to hurt her, but rather it was a strong desire to draw her in and make her a part of himself.<br><br>Finally she started to relax her death grip from around his back and from around his hips. With a single smooth motion, he slid back into her. He gasped as it slid into her, and then whispered, "Oh my God. You're so <em>wet</em>... I want to taste you."<br><br>He started to pull out of her, and simultaneously let go and pull away. It was obvious that he intended to go down on her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 16:35:14</strong>
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				"Sorry," Michelle gasped, realizing as she finally came down from her ecstasy just how hard she'd been hanging on to him.&nbsp; Fortunately for her peace of mind, she didn't realize that she'd cracked his back besides, having been too caught up in her own yelling.&nbsp; His mouth was on hers almost before she'd finished the word, and she returned his kiss just as eagerly.&nbsp; Suddenly she wanted to be his, all his, to let him pin her down like this all the time, as long as it always felt this good.&nbsp; That thought didn't even make it into words, only a vague but desperate yearning.<br><br>She gasped with him, amazed at how smoothly and easily he filled her, and also feeling the effects of another wave of pleasure at this thrust.&nbsp; Before she quite knew what was going on, he'd slid right out again, much to her surprise.&nbsp; She was sure he had to be close now, from all the subtle cues she thought she was learning to read on him, and yet he seemed happy to pull out and use his mouth on her instead.&nbsp; He <em>was</em> weird, but she wasn't going to complain.<br><br>Her hands followed him, wanting some part of him to hang onto.&nbsp; Belatedly it occurred to her that he could turn instead, letting her return the favor, but he seemed to be just heading steadily down, and her hips arched up in anticipation.&nbsp; She felt suddenly cold without him on top of her, and missed his weight holding her down, though again she didn't quite let herself think that.<br><br>"God, yes," she echoed, "so wet, yes."&nbsp; She squirmed, craving more, forgetting how sensitive she would be.&nbsp; The first touch at her sex made her gasp sharply, and her hips involuntarily went back down to the bed, but she kept her legs open wide.&nbsp; "Let me," she murmured, unable to finish the sentence, her hands vaguely trying to urge him to turn and stretch on top of her again.&nbsp; She wouldn't normally be thrilled with him thrusting into her mouth, which he was sure to do, but she found that being able to squirm as much as she liked wasn't as much fun as wriggling uselessly underneath him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>14-06-2008, 09:26:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles didn't realize that she wanted him to turn around. Likely he wouldn't have anyway, as he'd always found that position to be awkward and less then satisfying.<br><br>Instead, he descended and brought his face to her pink, glistening sex. As he moved forward to kiss her now overly sensitive flesh with his stubbly face, she instinctively pulled away with a gasp. To keep her still, he wrapped his arms firmly around her upper thighs, and so pinned her to the bed with his weight. Then he lowered his face once more to her. <br><br>She was beyond wet. With two strong climaxes in such a short period of time, she was actually leaking clear fluid from her sex. The fluid ran across her cute pink rosebud that he'd so enjoyed filling the night before, and then further down the seam between her buttocks. There was a small but discernable wet spot on the sheet beneath her rump. She hung open ever so slightly, ready to be filled once again, or to be given leave to finally rest and close back up.<br><br>He first kissed her in the place where her outer lips joined her right thigh. It was a gentle moist kiss, soft and lingering. The stubble on his face rasped against her thigh and pressed against her outer lip. Then he moved slowly, and just above her sex. It was close enough that he could feel the heat radiating up off of it. He exhaled once through his nose, just above her clitoris as he passed it by. Then he descended to kiss her other outer lip at the same place in the same manner. Then he moved directly above her sex. He just breathed in her wonderful and randy scent, inhaling and exhaling through his nose just above her. He paused for a moment, deciding how to procede.<br><br>He gave her a smouldering look from between her legs, and then slowly pushed her legs up toward her, twisting her sex upward a bit and raising her rump up off the bed. He descended even further to the puckered rosebud below her sex. He pushed his lips up to the tight pink orifice that had been slickened with her vaginal juices. He kissed it, slow and lingeringly like he had her outer lips. The stubble pressed into her smooth skin, and his nose pressed into the waiting and open orifice above. He pressed forward, unable to breath now, pressing himself onto her and into her wet place. Then, just the very tip of his tongue moved out from between his lips to tease at that rosebud. He then moved up. His nose slid out of her hole and across her firm excited clitoris until just the tip of his nose pressed against her hard nub. Meanwhile, his lips and tongue's tip dragged up from her anus to her vagina's waiting opening. He lowered her legs then, and thrust his tongue deep within her with a single smooth motion. <br><br>A small pool of clear, pure vaginal fluid poured from her and into his mouth then, but he barely noticed. Muffled from between her legs, he exclaimed quietly and whiningly in pain, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Owwwww...."</span> He wasn't aware of letting her legs go, as he pulled away from her. His eyes were suddenly red and watery, as he was overwhelmed with the pain screaming up from where he'd torn his tongue by over enthusiastically thrusting it into her the night before.<br><br>He rolled away from her, and pulled himself up on the bed, holding a hand to his mouth. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"My tongue..."</span> he murmured in a muffled fashion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-06-2008, 15:38:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as his arms moved to hold her legs, Michelle instantly forgot her other plan.&nbsp; This was nearly as good.&nbsp; But she flinched again at his rough, stubbly face, a shocking contrast to the brush of his lips.&nbsp; Now she started to realize just how wet she was, feeling moisture running slowly down her sex, to be scooped up by his tongue, exploring slowly but insistently.<br><br>The juxtaposition of rough and smooth really was too much, and she writhed, testing the strength of his grip, which turned out to be more than enough to hold her down through this.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she could get away if she really tried, and the wondering made things even better.&nbsp; So she let herself squirm, enjoying the mock struggle.<br><br>Her sex really was too sensitive for this, and she made little sounds of protest mingled in with moans of pleasure, surprised at her own noises.&nbsp; This wasn't something she'd ever tried, and would never have expected to like, but here she was, soaking it all in delightedly in spite of the discomfort.<br><br>For a beat, she didn't realize he'd cried in pain.&nbsp; Then he was letting go, and she sat up, blinking at him in confusion.&nbsp; "What...?&nbsp; What's wrong?"&nbsp; Still almost befuddled with warring sensations, she crawled closer, frowning, reaching for his hand.&nbsp; "What about your tongue?"&nbsp; She couldn't imagine how he'd managed to hurt himself, but clearly something was wrong.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>14-06-2008, 19:17:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes teared up, but he stoically refused to cry. But holy hell that hurt.<br><br>He took her offered hand without thought, glad for the comfort that it brought. He then thought about how to answer, and surprised even himself when he felt himself blush ever so slightly. He suddenly couldn't meet her worried gaze, and glanced away.<br><br>"My tongue," he started bashfully, "I, uh, broke it. There's a little membrane underneath, and I guess I tore it last night. I didn't even realize til I stuck it out. But it's just gonna be WAY too sore for me to use it for about a week. Well, for uh, you know. Like sticking it out or anything. <br><br>"I've, uh... done this a few times before, so yeah. About a week. Maybe more. Sorry." At the very last, he was finally able to force himself to look back at her...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-06-2008, 23:56:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Broke it?" Michelle echoed, unsure how in the world it was even possible to break a tongue.&nbsp; Then he kept talking, and she understood.&nbsp; Her tongue instantly hurt in sympathy, and she squeezed his hand gently, trying to reassure him and make herself not think about the gory details.<br><br>"Ow," was all she could say at first.&nbsp; Then she realized his embarrassment and blushed herself.&nbsp; "Oh, but don't worry about it.&nbsp; It isn't your fault.&nbsp; I'm just sorry you're hurt.&nbsp; I mean, wow, that sounds like it really hurts.&nbsp; Are you-- are you okay otherwise?"&nbsp; Her eyes kept flickering to his mouth, though she was quite sure she didn't want to see what that looked like.&nbsp; "Did you really do this before?" she asked abruptly, realizing what he'd said.&nbsp; She almost giggled, but another twinge of sympathy pain stopped her cold.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 09:14:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing her suppress a giggle, was all it took. He blushed more, rolled his eyes, and looked away. And giggled.<br><br>"Yeah, I've done it before." He continued to blush and giggle, but he looked back at her, and held her hand. "First time... whole tongue swelled up. I could hardly talk for a week. It's no so bad when I do it now. I think I should just have that membrane cut. Gene Simmons did it." <br><br>He pointed at Michelle, and laughingly exaggerated, "That's why he can lick his eyebrows."<br><br>Then he gently guided her hand to his rigid member that still ached for release. He gently wrapped her small hand around it. He wanted to tell her to suck on it, or sit on it, or something. But somehow the mood for that kind of talk seemed to him to have been broken. He hoped that she'd take the not so subtle hint that he still yearned for release despite his injured tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 15:32:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a second, she felt guilty that he'd caught her near-chuckle; then he was laughing, and she grinned, and everything was okay again.&nbsp; "That guy from Kiss?" she asked.&nbsp; "Somehow I don't think wanting to lick his eyebrows was why he did that," she added, giggling again.&nbsp; "But at least you can talk.&nbsp; Poor tongue."<br><br>She let him guide her hand, and she gripped him steadily for a moment.&nbsp; For him to still be that aroused in spite of the pain was a bit of a surprise, but since he was, she felt he deserved a reward.&nbsp; Gently, she pushed her free hand against his chest, urging him to lie down again, and slowly straddled him, rubbing their bodies together at every opportunity.<br><br>"Poor, poor tongue," she murmured again, and kissed him, gently but passionately.&nbsp; She'd intended to slide her own tongue into his mouth, but balked at the last instant, afraid she'd hurt him further somehow.&nbsp; Compromising with quick, careful flicks just past his lips, she pressed her sex, still just as dripping wet, against his shaft and felt it throb.&nbsp; "Wanna actually go inside this time?" she asked, teasingly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 05:45:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned back at her urging, and closed his eyes to savor the sensation of her climbing on top of him and rubbing against him. Then she asked if he wanted to "go inside this time." He smiled and slitted his eyes open.<br><br>"If you're not too sensitive down there. Or maybe you could finish me with your mouth?" He asked. Although he hoped that she'd choose the latter, he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. A lot of women weren't keen on doing that at all, much less after it was slick from being up inside of them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 15:27:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle pondered her options, though she kept teasing at him as she did, rubbing over him and kissing him.&nbsp; On the one hand, she did feel awfully touchy down there, her sex still swollen and a bit sore.&nbsp; On the other hand, he was quite right in thinking she might not like the idea of using her mouth at this particular moment.&nbsp; But the deciding factor was in his tone of voice -- she thought she'd caught a little lift of hopefulness at his second suggestion.&nbsp; And the whole point of this was to put him in a good mood, after all.&nbsp; She'd sort of lost sight of that.<br><br>So she slowly began to kiss her way down, watching his face.&nbsp; He really did need some kind of distraction from his discomfort, she was sure, and this wouldn't be so bad, after all.&nbsp; Her hand reached down to tease at him as the rest of her moved away, gently caressing his shaft and all along the insides of his thighs, half-trying to tickle him a little, as he had her.&nbsp; He was a little slimy, and no wonder, but she'd live.&nbsp; She snuck up on him, teasing with her tongue first, getting used to the taste, and still looking up at him, watching his half-open eyes for reactions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 15:46:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she slowly worked her way down, he grabbed a couple of pillows and tossed them under his shoulders and head, propping himself up to better watch her. He was hard. He was horny. And despite his stupid tongue, he wanted to come. He wanted to hurry her, to grab her by the hair and guide her forcefully to what he wanted. It's not that he was beyond wanting to be teased. It's just that he was almost beyond having any patience left. He was urgently wanting release. He reached down to her...<br><br>He caressed her hair. He then took a large handful of it, and <em>gently</em> used it like a reign to guide her lower. He wanted to be harsher with it, to pull her by the hair, but he thought that it would be too much just yet. Nevertheless, he guided her to his heavy balls. He opened his legs, and pulled them up to a degree, forming a something like a hot fleshy tent around her as he brought her mouth to his full smooth sack.<br><br>"Lick 'em," he told her. "Lick 'em and suck 'em. Let 'em know it's about time."<br><br>It didn't occur to him that maybe he wasn't being so nice. It didn't occur to him that maybe he should ask instead of tell, or that he should direct instead of taking her by the hair and leading her where he wanted her. But he'd done this on occasion with others when the mood was right, and right now, the mood felt right to him. He'd pushed her harder and faster toward the kind of behaviour he liked in bed than anyone else he'd ever been with. She hadn't complained yet, and somehow it seemed to be working. He had a feeling that she was one that he could use to play out his darkest desires, and not only would she accept it, but she'd crave it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 16:11:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Caressing her hair was good, of course.&nbsp; Even taking a handful was okay.&nbsp; When he started to move her head, she tensed instantly, sure he was going to tug hard.&nbsp; Even when he didn't, she still looked at him in wary surprise.&nbsp; Her nose was practically bumping against his balls, his musky scent filling her nostrils, and now she felt trapped in a different, slightly less pleasant way.<br><br>She <em>should</em> object.&nbsp; Letting him think she would just give in all the time didn't seem like a good idea.&nbsp; He'd get bored with her after a while, wouldn't he?&nbsp; There had to be some spice, just not enough to annoy him.&nbsp; And really, there was only so much she'd do, even for money.&nbsp; She was a <em>nice</em> girl.&nbsp; Some of the things he kept talking about and hinting at her to do were about the opposite of nice.&nbsp; She wasn't like that.<br><br>But after a hesitation that seemed to drag on for minutes, she obeyed.&nbsp; At first she did so gingerly -- she'd never really done this before, and the taste wasn't very nice, or the texture.&nbsp; There were loose bits of coarse hair there, and a sort of residue of fluids that had trickled down, and knowing they were mostly her own didn't really make her feel any better.&nbsp; And sucking them was quite beyond her.&nbsp; She decided that right away; they were too big and she had to draw the line somewhere.<br><br>Except after a few minutes, when they were cleaner, she found she hadn't drawn the line there after all.&nbsp; She pulled first one into her mouth, then the other, gently teasing at them and sucking them.&nbsp; Now she didn't look at him, sure she would turn beet red if her eyes met his.&nbsp; The world was reduced to his genitalia right now, and she felt ridiculous and dirty... especially because she didn't mind nearly as much as she knew she should.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 17:32:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt good having her work on his balls, and the loose skin encasing them. It felt good having her serve him, to make her work for his pleasure. He was tempted to push her down further. Down the hairy place hidden just behind his balls, and even further to that place that most men never, ever wanted to be touched by anyone. To make her wriggle her tongue up inside of his earthy hole like he had done to her. <br><br>But that forbidden thing seemed like it would be pushing things too far today. Besides, his cock was over eager for attention. After several minutes of letting her tease him by working her balls with her mouth, he gently pulled her by the hair up toward his shaft once more. He opened his legs a little further to have her climb up between them. He didn't say anything, but using her hair to guide her head, or his other hand to guide her limbs, he gently laid her out and up into his lap the way he wanted her. <br><br>Her warm soft breasts were pushed together and cradled between his legs, pushing gently up toward him, and his balls nested ponderously on them. He had pulled her arms out to rest on his chest, and put her fingertips at his nipples to pinch and fondle him there. Her forehead he rested on his belly so he could thrust in and out of her mouth, but he seemed careful in it's placement so he couldn't over thrust and gag her. He carefully splayed her soft hair out on his belly and over her arms, and then seemed to pin it in place by putting his arms over the tops of hers, and his hands on top of her head.<br><br>Then he wrapped his legs around her laid out form, holding her firmly by her torso and ribcage. He started to groan as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her mouth. His hands stroked her head, gently encouraging her to take him, and to suck him as he used her mouth for his enjoyment. He groaned and he thrust, slowly getting faster and faster yet. His heart thundered in his chest. He was going to come in this girl's mouth, and soon. She obediently sucked his filthy cock that had been in her every hole this morning, and he was going to shoot his load deep into her eager mouth, and she was going to swallow every drop. He started panting, and his even his cock seemed to pulse with his heartbeat. It wouldn't be long now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 18:05:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all starting to feel like a dream, Michelle thought, not quite real.&nbsp; Maybe because of the slightly odd things he seemed to want her to do, maybe just because she still couldn't imagine herself putting up with this, but whatever the reason, she felt like she was drifting, giving in to one small, wordless request, then another, until at last he had her laid out over him like a blanket, even her hair spread out just so.&nbsp; Then it was trapped again, and though her legs and torso were perfectly free, she felt like she couldn't move them, either, as though his careful pinning of her head made her entire body helpless.<br><br>She felt a strange shiver run through her, slowly, fear and arousal and uncertainty combining in odd ways, as he finally wrapped his legs around her, as she had for him.&nbsp; A whimper escaped her mouth, her breathing quick and uneven.&nbsp; Now she wanted to move, desperately, though not to escape.&nbsp; Her rational mind told her she should want to escape, that she shouldn't like this demeaning use of her mouth; but her rational mind had had its chance to object, and had missed it.&nbsp; She couldn't speak now, able only to squirm in his grasp, gingerly testing her new limits.<br><br>She could feel his pulse racing, his careful yet accelerating thrusts making her tense with worry.&nbsp; It seemed like he could easily choke her like this, if he lost track of where he was in the heat of the moment.&nbsp; Again she whimpered, a reminder to him more than an attempt to speak, and tried to think of other things.&nbsp; His balls rested against her breasts, a strange but somehow exciting combination, and she actually liked feeling his hands on her head.<br><br>She tried to look up at him, but could get only glimpses of his face.&nbsp; Still, his pleasure was obvious in his every move and sound, and except for her involuntary writhing, she stayed quite still, letting him go on.&nbsp; Suddenly she realized that her legs were pressed firmly together, squeezing her still-swollen clit, and her own wriggling was teasing it further.&nbsp; She'd never climax like this, she was sure, but she was shocked to realize how good it felt.&nbsp; This wasn't something nice girls did, none of this, but she couldn't deny the pleasure.&nbsp; Wonderingly, she felt his balls contract as he neared the end, and she wriggled harder without thinking, in time with the triphammer beats of his heart.&nbsp; She tried to brace herself, but she knew there would be no real way to prepare for this, as his panting grew and his shaft throbbed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 18:21:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uuunnngggggg," he grunted loudly, nearly shouting, as his long overdue climax finally overtook him. He did not slow in the thrusting into her mouth as he squirted. He only squirted four or five times which was not very many times for him. But what he lacked in volume, he made up for in sheer velocity, squirting <em>hard</em> into her mouth. And then he was done. He grew still, although his still breathed hard, and his chest continued to pound to he beating of his heart.<br><br>He held her after a moment, not wanting to let her go. He wrapped his hands eagerly and lovingly around her head, giving her a strange sort of embrace, while she was still pinned down in a peculiar fashion. <br><br>Then, after long seconds, as his breathing and heartbeat started to return toward normal, he opened his legs and released her. He pushed the hair back away from her face, and looked down at her with pure adoration.<br><br>"Come here..." he said gently, "I want to give you a real hug."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 18:42:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle might have shouted right along with him, though more in shock in her case, but of course she could make only muffled little sounds as she fought to swallow.&nbsp; All men liked that.&nbsp; She was thankful that at least he hadn't completely pounded into her mouth like she'd feared, but his enthusiasm was still alarming.&nbsp; And flattering, though she wasn't quite ready to think about that sort of thing just yet.&nbsp; She was still trying to be outraged at this overbearing treatment, like she should be.<br><br>Still pinned, she could only listen to his breathing and feel his heart begin to slow, her body as pressed against his as ever.&nbsp; His shaft grew softer, but hadn't yet slipped from her mouth as he cradled her, and though she'd managed to stop her erotic rocking at last, this quiet moment brought real pleasure, physical and otherwise.&nbsp; He was pleased with her, and she felt a strange but wonderful warmth at this.<br><br>She didn't move as his legs came apart, but she did turn to look at his face when her hair was free.&nbsp; The look in his eyes made her tremble, again with a bizarre combination of arousal and fear and -- Her thoughts broke off as she realized he was speaking, and she had a feeling that had happened just in time.&nbsp; Neither of them could get too attached.&nbsp; Falling in love was a ridiculous idea, for both of them.&nbsp; This was a business arrangement, a fair exchange.<br><br>But that didn't stop her face from lighting up suddenly, her eyes meeting his with wonder and excitement.&nbsp; Slowly but eagerly, she obeyed, climbing up along his body until she could fall into his arms.&nbsp; She pressed against him, arousal still throbbing faintly between her legs, but right now this was enough, more than enough.&nbsp; His warm embrace was all she wanted right now, and somehow it made everything seem all right again.&nbsp; She kissed him, gently, aware that he might not especially want to taste himself, and settled happily into his arms.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 19:06:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He hugged her warmly and affectionately. He hugged her like a real lover, not like a man might if he was with a one night stand, or a casual romp. Then she kissed him. It was soft and sweet and loving. He used a hand on the back of her head to pull her forward into a deeper kiss, and he returned it in kind. He didn't care if she tasted like him, or even had a slight dribble of his seed still on her lips. He just wanted to kiss her, to celebrate her, to be one with her. He didn't count the moments or even really think when kissing her. He just did it, and it seemed to last for a long time. It was bittersweet, in a sense, but he tried not to share that with her. His tongue hurt and throbbed if he tried to extend it too far into her mouth, and he had to withdraw it several times as the passion of the moment made him forget the tenderness there. He moaned and sighed in pleasure as he kissed her, but whimpered a few times too when he forgot and did something stupid with his tongue.<br><br>Casually, during the loving and gentle kissing, he shifted his legs to rest between hers, so she could straddle him. He was only semi-erect, and not interested in going again... not for a long time at least. But his mostly erect and slowly deflating penis could easily feel the heat and moisture coming off of her. His cock still throbbed and twitched a little now and again as well, especially as the moist heat of her sex bump or pressed against it. There would be a large bead of seed formed around the tip as well he knew. He wouldn't mind at all if she climbed back on to attempt another orgasm. It would actually please him in a strange sort of way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 19:57:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She almost laughed as he kissed her harder, surprised that he didn't mind the mess or the taste or anything.&nbsp; He even seemed to forget his tongue now and then, sometimes forced to flinch it away from her mouth.&nbsp; She felt a wave of empathy, even though she couldn't know exactly what that felt like.&nbsp; His whimpers went straight to her heart, though, and she stroked his hair each time, trying to soothe him.<br><br>They did kiss for a long time, forgetful of everything else, and she was glad to let the minutes drift by.&nbsp; As he shifted, she straddled him naturally, only a moment later realizing how warm his shaft still was, and how it kept throbbing.&nbsp; It was too tempting, and she let her body rub over him, instinct taking over, feeling them both throb even harder when she pressed down onto him.&nbsp; He was still wet, or maybe that was her, but in either case, her folds slid smoothly over him.&nbsp; She sped up a little, whimpering and moaning, still just a touch too sensitive for this, really, but unable to stop herself.<br><br>Belatedly, she realized he might be in the same shape, and hesitated, breaking her rhythm.&nbsp; But he'd made no sound of protest, and he had encouraged her to straddle him, so after another uncertain moment, she kissed him more passionately and went back to her steady rocking.&nbsp; Now that she'd committed herself, the pleasure built with breathtaking speed, and she smothered her groans with his mouth, feeling herself tense and shudder in that wonderful moment of inevitability, feeling suspended for an instant before the first waves of orgasm went through her.&nbsp; She pressed down harder, clinging to him, and her cries of release went down his throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 20:17:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He clung to her while some instinctual part of her caused her to ride him once more. She didn't rise up, and so he couldn't kneed her breasts or pinch her nipples to aid her toward another climax. Instead, he helped her in the other small ways he could. He tried to pour what energy he could into her to help her achieve what she wanted. He returned her increasingly passionate kisses, and carefully matched her rocking with his own.<br><br>He continued to grow more flaccid the whole time, and hoped she didn't notice. He hoped that she'd be able to come again instead of being left wanting. He especially hoped to stay hard enough to stay within her until she finished.<br><br>Thankfully it didn't seem to take too long from his vantage point. She climaxed again, pressing down harder, clinging to him all the harder, and crying in release from between lips still pressed to his. As her muscles spasmed with her climax, she ejected his half limp member wholly from within her with a wet plop. But by then, she was already coming down, and melting once more into his arms. <br><br>He kissed her more. He couldn't help smiling and feeling happy that he'd lasted through that for her. He felt a stirring of a different sort, but this one was within. He suddenly wanted to never let her go again, and to stay with her forever. He went to squash the feeling, but it returned an instant later when his mind turned toward something else. And in that moment, he did not care what he thought or what he felt. He simply determined that he would carefully watch what he said.<br><br>He kissed her a little longer, and then pulled away as best he could.<br><br>"Ok, off now. Gotta pee," he told her gently. He hoped that she'd still be in his bed when he returned from the restroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 20:56:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It hadn't even occurred to her to move, to make herself more accessible; all she'd thought of was staying as close to him as possible.&nbsp; And that seemed to work at least as well as any groping at her breasts, anyway, because after that slight hesitation, everything had happened amazingly, delightfully fast.<br><br>His sudden exit was a surprise, and she bit back a giggle.&nbsp; She sighed contentedly as she relaxed against him again, glad that he'd kept right on kissing her.&nbsp; Again the moments slipped by, unheeded, and she just enjoyed, wondering if she looked as happy as she felt.<br><br>Then he moved, and she expected the moment to fade, as such moments always did, much too soon.&nbsp; But this one hung on a little longer, and she smiled and nodded, slowly letting go.&nbsp; She stretched out on the bed, messy as it was.&nbsp; Right now it was the most wonderful place in the world, and she buried her face in the pillows, smelling him and her and the combination of them as she savored the delicious afterglow of that rather unexpected orgasm.&nbsp; She could stay right here forever, tangling with him in this bed, eating breakfast naked, teasing him about his music...<br><br>Her eyes fluttered open, something almost like fear running through her.&nbsp; This was just a business arrangement.... right?&nbsp; But suddenly all she could hope for was that he'd come back soon, and hold her close again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 14:39:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles walked into the restroom. It didn't occur to him to close the door, and a few moments later he found himself standing in front of the toilet. He leaned on the wall, over the toilet. He aimed for the bowl and started urinating. A loud relieved moan accompanied the tinkling sound.<br><br>It was then that he considered the open door behind him. It was odd. He had a shy bladder. Normally he'd have a tough time relieving himself just knowing that there was someone else in the other room even if he had the door closed and locked behind him.<br><br>He finished up and washed his hands. When he walked out, he saw Michelle still sprawled out on his bed, and the view brought a smile to his lips. He was glad that she hadn't moved.<br><br>He clambored up onto the bed, and crawled over to her. He gave her a series of brief soft kisses that started on her thigh and worked up across her belly, then to her chest although he avoided her nipples, and then to her lips. By that time, he was atop her again, his naked body against her naked body. Of course he wasn't aroused in a sexual sense, but simply enjoying the post coitus afterglow. After kissing her mouth, he slid down beside her on his side, and attempted to roll her onto her side to pull her close and spoon with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 16:03:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle didn't think twice about him leaving the door open.&nbsp; Her first serious boyfriend -- her only really serious boyfriend, in many ways -- had always done that, so to her, it was business as usual.&nbsp; She smiled and wriggled over to make room for him when he returned, then giggled as he began to kiss his way along her skin.&nbsp; It did tickle a little, but she didn't mind that.&nbsp; Her hands encouraged him gently and she wriggled happily beneath him.<br><br>He pulled her close to spoon, and she shifted gladly to do so, sighing as they settled down together.&nbsp; She was glad of the chance to rest, and though she wasn't especially tired, he probably was, and they might as well relax now, before they tried shopping.&nbsp; That reminded her of her clothes, still wet in the washer, and she frowned, knowing she'd have to go fix that little problem soon.&nbsp; "So this is how you work off those giant breakfasts, hm?&nbsp; Good plan," she murmured, turning her head back to try for one more kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 16:22:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled in a low voice. "Yeah... something like that."<br><br>He kissed her affectionately, and then pulled over some pillows to make them comfortable. He had one arm beneath her head, with a pillow over the top of it. He cradled her head with the one arm, and held her beneath her breasts with the other. He held her close, but not tightly. His flaccid member was pressed up against her rump.<br><br>The air conditioning kicked on just in time, cooling them instead of making the continued closeness an uncomfortably warm affair. He snuggled, with his face up against her drying hair, and his nose almost to her ear.<br><br>Once he got settled, his breathing almost immediately settled down to a deep slow rhythm. A small contented smile rested on his lips as he slowly started to drift off to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 16:45:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle did her best to enjoy feeling content and absolutely happy without thinking too much about why.&nbsp; It was just that something felt exactly right about this, and she tried to convince herself that it was only being comfortable and sated, though that didn't quite seem enough.&nbsp; Of course, she wasn't entirely sure she'd ever been <em>this</em> sated, so maybe that was enough, after all.<br><br>She could sense him falling asleep, and grinned.&nbsp; At least she knew she could wear him out.&nbsp; As his breathing deepened and his body relaxed, she began the slow and careful process of getting up.&nbsp; The cool air had felt good at first, but now it seemed just a little too chilly, and she had to see to the laundry in any case.&nbsp; Once free, she tugged the covers up, just enough to cover him up to the knees, and then padded over to get the clothes drying.<br><br>Then it was her turn in the bathroom, door mostly closed, and once relieved and cleaned up a little, she went in search of her t-shirt.&nbsp; Except it wasn't her t-shirt, she reminded herself.&nbsp; She slipped it on, checked her hair -- tangled, but quickly set right, thankfully -- and crawled gently back into bed.&nbsp; She'd wake him when the clothes were dry, maybe in some very affectionate way, and in the meantime, she was happy just to lie there next to him and let her mind wander.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 05:08:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was the buzzer on the dryer that woke him up. For a moment, he was slightly confused, yet excited to wake and discover the warm and curvy body of a woman next to him. Enough of the event of last night and this morning came back to him in a flash for him to realize who it was next to him, and what was going on. He smiled easily, lazily, and joyfully. It felt wonderful to have a woman back in his life again... Even if the situation wasn't perfect. He realized that he'd kept getting swept up in the moment and forgetting exactly why she was here, and why he was allowing it.<br><br>She was dozing herself, all snuggled up to him. Well, even if the situation wasn't perfect, it sure felt perfect to him... when he didn't think about it at least. He felt a slight stirring down below, and considered trying to fool around again. As he reached the seam of her shirt, and slowly slid his hand up toward her breasts, the thought was intriguing, but beyond the vaguest tickle down below, his body simply wasn't responding. Usually, just the idea of doing something naughty, like feeling up a sleeping woman, would have him getting hard almost immediately. It was especially likely when he realized that neither of them were wearing underwear, and that they were already in position to for him to slip it in. Still, nothing but the vaguest tickle. He must have spent himself wholly on her, or was it <em>in</em> her, over the course of the last twelve hours. Charles supposed that he just wasn't as young as he used to be, and that the days of the ever-lasting-hard-on were a few years behind him.<br><br>Still, there was no reason to waste on opportunity. He gently reached up, and with just the brush of his fingertips, he tickled her breasts and nipples. He wanted to harden Michelle's cute little nipples so they'd be jutting out from her chest when she woke up and went to go deal with her laundry. Even if <em>he</em> wasn't ready to go again, he wanted to try to put her in a state of semi-arousal, if for no other reason then to simply watch her squirm.<br><br>As she started to show signs of being awake, he quietly said in her ear, "Your laundry's done... Are we going to wash up again? Or are we going to shop for sexy underwear smelling like sex?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 15:28:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was awake the second he started stirring -- she'd never quite fallen asleep, though she'd gotten close, almost hypnotized by the circling of her thoughts.&nbsp; She'd gone over the same track dozens of times, reminding herself of her goal.&nbsp; Relationships sucked; it was money and security that she needed, not another trip on the insane roller coaster other people called love.&nbsp; It had seemed like the perfect combination: money and a guy who she could get along with but who otherwise just wasn't her type.&nbsp; It had seemed safe.&nbsp; Except now it didn't seem safe.<br><br>So his hands were a very welcome, if slightly ironic, distraction.&nbsp; She pretended to be more asleep than she was, slowly stretching and pressing back up against him as his fingers crept up beneath the shirt to tease at her skin.&nbsp; It didn't take much to get her nipples hard, either, since part of her constant mental circling had involved remembering all the orgasms of the last several hours, and thinking hopefully of more.<br><br>She turned at his whisper, smiling lazily.&nbsp; "If we wash up, we'd have to do it separately, or we'll just get distracted again," she murmured.&nbsp; "Besides, I think shopping for lingerie smelling like sex sounds like fun.&nbsp; We can get everyone else jealous.&nbsp; Mmm, except you're not exactly making me want to get out of bed, you know."&nbsp; She pressed back a little harder, rubbing enticingly, though it was no surprise to discover that he wasn't quite as excited as she was.&nbsp; But it always felt good to feel his skin against hers, and he was still deliciously warm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 15:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you've warn me out woman," he chuckled. "I <em>might</em> be able to get it up again if we worked <em>really</em> hard at it, but I kinda doubt I could finish. I think keeping it up right now would be a challenge...<br><br>"So, I think we'd be reasonably safe if we showered together. Well, I might just end up having to finger you, but besides that...<br><br>"<em>Or</em>," he said, swirling his roaming hand around one of her nipples, "we can just do what you said, and walk out the door smelling like sex. Is it just me, or is there something very naughty and appealing to the idea of the two of us shopping for sexy underwear for you, while we not only smell like sex, but while you're not even wearing any underwear? It would only be better if you were wearing a skirt. Maybe something light and airy, a sundress thingy is what I think they call them? You know, the kind of skirt that gets all tossed around in the breeze, and might give the pervs a glance at your undies. Or lack of 'em.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 15:52:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds like too much effort for a Sunday," Michelle said, still with that lazy smile.&nbsp; "Maybe some other day of the week, just to test your limits."<br><br>She sighed contentedly, shivering under his hand, both nipples about as taut as they could get.&nbsp; "Oh, that is naughty, definitely.&nbsp; And maybe appealing, too..." she admitted, trying to play down her enthusiasm a little.&nbsp; "But a sundress is the kind of thing you're thinking of, yeah.&nbsp; Except I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to give random pervs a free show.&nbsp; I'll just give you a show, and all the other pervs can envy you."<br><br>She grinned, again turning to give him a kiss.&nbsp; "But for now you'll just have to settle for knowing there's no underwear underneath my jeans.&nbsp; I could pick out a tiny little sundress for you, though, while we're at the store... if we ever get there at this rate."&nbsp; She giggled, still very happy to stay as they were, at least a few more minutes, even though she was looking forward to the shopping.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 12:03:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles slid his hand down her sexy belly, and to then to her crotch. He put a single finger over the top of her clitoris and moist lower lips. "Sure... I can pick a tiny little sundress for you. But only if you put it on and wear it for me without any panties underneath... at least for a little bit while we're out. Don't worry - you won't end up flashing anyone - well, probably not anyway.<br><br>"The idea of doing that, the danger of accidentally exposing yourself to some random stranger - doesn't it turn you on, at least a little? The whole thing of having a sexy little secret, and might accidentally let others in on it? Hmm...?" As he asked her, he started to push his fingertip into her again. That tickle between his own legs started to get stronger at the same time. He started to throb as the beast between his legs started to stir once again.<br><br>He couldn't believe that he was starting to harden again. Surely he was too worn out to go again? Yet, there was something about Michelle that made him feel like a teenager again. At this rate, he started to wonder if they'd ever make it out of the apartment, or if they'd just stay in all day and screw until they gave each other blisters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 15:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle felt the rush of warmth, from her sex all the way out to her fingers and toes, and tried to sort out how much of that was caused by his hand and how much by his slightly scandalous suggestion.&nbsp; <em>He</em> liked the idea enough; she was pressed so close she couldn't help but feel that faint stirring of his shaft against her backside, which was kind of a surprise.&nbsp; Not that he was ancient, of course, but she'd thought he was old enough not to want <em>this</em> much sex.&nbsp; But that was okay with her... she'd also kind of expected not very good sex, and she was glad to be disillusioned there.<br><br>Then his finger pressed into her, just a little, and she made a sighing, moaning little sound.&nbsp; "This is turning me on just fine," she murmured.&nbsp; "I guess I'm game for a sexy secret or two if you are... but maybe shopping's going to have to wait?"&nbsp; She giggled and rubbed herself deliberately against his shaft, testing its growing hardness.&nbsp; "We'll be going out absolutely reeking of sex, at this rate." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 19:26:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like I said, I probably wouldn't be able to go again anyway... <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oh, that feels good...</em></span> But I just can't seem to keep my hands off of you," then he pressed the finger into her, "or out of you."<br><br>He nuzzled against her neck, and kissed her ear. Almost embarrassed, he admits in a whisper in her ear, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"I've never been with anyone as beautiful as you are..."</em></span><br><br>He slid the finger in and out of her a few times. Whispering again, he asked, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"Do you want to come for me again?"</em></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 19:54:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle giggled again at his little joke, the laugh quickly turning into a faint whimper as he pressed in for real now, making her squirm and tighten around his finger.&nbsp; His compliment made her positively blush, and it had been a long time since that had happened.&nbsp; People did call her pretty, and she'd heard more extravagant lines from men who wanted to get into her pants, but somehow she knew he meant it, and it had nothing to do with wanting to keep her around for more sex.&nbsp; Well, not just for that, at least.<br><br>She pressed back in time with the movements of his hand, eyes closed, wondering if he really could go again, at least enough to get hard.&nbsp; "Thank you," she murmured, and even she wasn't sure whether she was thanking him for the compliment or for those movements, slow but steady.&nbsp; "Ohhh... Yes, please," she suddenly added, almost before he finished the question, turning her head to let him kiss more of her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 20:34:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her. Slowly, but surely, he kissed her... and he didn't stop. He held her with the arm that was beneath her and pulled her tight. He slowly fingered her, sometimes pulling his finger out to rub her clit before sending it back into her silky depths. His cock nestled up against her, slowly becoming larger and larger as if in slow motion, and eventually pulsed and twitched against her. It wasn't fully hard, and it looked redder and veinier then normal, but it was hard enough to stick out from beneath her legs, as if she had somehow sprouted a short but thick cock herself.<br><br>He kissed her until she pulled away, and even then, he continued to kiss her neck, her shoulder, and even her ear. He continued to rub her and penetrate her, and slowly worked up from just the one finger, until he used three. Then, when he thought that she might be close to achieving another orgasm, he pulled the fingers out of her, and pulled away from her body some inches. The alien throbbing thing between her legs was pulled away as well. Then it returned. It pressed into her, not quite fully hard, but close enough to fill her. He pressed it all the way inside of her, and he returned his finger tips to her most sensitive place to finish their job. He slowly fucked her with a sluggish, overused cock, and he rubbed her sensitive clitoris hoping to make her climax again. He was still kissing her, making love to her neck and ear, virtually <em>willing</em> her toward release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 20:57:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle stayed tense in his arms, filled with anticipation and shivering with need, and returned his kiss passionately.&nbsp; Otherwise, she didn't move, too focused on the slow build of arousal.&nbsp; It took her a moment to realize that his arousal was doing the same, his cock gradually, almost unwillingly, throbbing itself harder.&nbsp; She whimpered, surprised and suddenly desparately excited, but still she stayed unmoving, quiet except for her little gasps and moans.<br><br>His timing was perfect, though not as far as she was concerned -- he pulled out those three fingers just as she was reaching the edge, and she whimpered again, half-pulling away from his kiss in protest, though not so far that his lips couldn't continue their attentions.&nbsp; Then, slowly and amazingly, he was back, or his shaft was, managing to press into her.&nbsp; It felt a little different, even aside from its not-quite-hardness -- it seemed to pulse more, and he seemed like he was perhaps being careful about it.&nbsp; It was sore, probably, she thought, and somehow that thrilled her, to think that she had made him so worn out and yet still so eager.<br><br>And the throbbing felt fantastic.&nbsp; She let out a strangled cry as his fingers returned to her clit, and for a long, long moment she hovered right on the verge of climax, strangely glad of it rather than frustrated as usual.&nbsp; Then his lips closed lightly over her earlobe, his fingers slid just so over her skin, and his shaft pressed in as far as it could, and all those things fit together just right, and she gasped sharply, feeling her passage grip him tightly.&nbsp; She had just enough awareness to wonder if that hurt, then couldn't think of anything as pleasure overtook her, and she shuddered and moaned, keeping her body pressed against his as much as she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 02:07:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was both excited and happy that she climaxed again. It was enough for him at the moment, and so when she relaxed after her release, he stopped trying to move inside of her. He simply held her, content with her enjoyment, and his slightly sore, vaguely pulsing member remained buried within her. It seemed that it couldn't decide whether to make the commitment to get hard, or whether to go flaccid again. At the moment, Charles didn't mind either way. He was content to simply be with her, to have the physical contact with her, to hold her in his arms.<br><br>He took the hand that was still at her sex, and slid it toward where his body entered hers. He slid a finger into her, beside the throbbing member that he already had in there, and then pulled it out. He brought the finger up to his mouth, and sucked the moisture off of his finger.<br><br>He moaned low into her ear, and then said, "I like the way you taste."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 02:23:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle caught her breath at last, still firmly against him, keeping as much contact as possible.&nbsp; It felt a little odd to have him inside her like this, not quite hard, but still throbbing and excited; but it was odd in a really good way.&nbsp; She took his cue and didn't try to move, keeping things just as they were, sighing with quiet excitement.&nbsp; This was more odd, perhaps, the simple fact that she was still kind of aroused, even after quite a nice orgasm.<br><br>She whimpered as his finger slid in, a shiver moving slowly through her, radiating out from the spot.&nbsp; Then he tasted her, and she blushed, smiling shyly.&nbsp; "I kind of like you tasting me," she murmured, nestling gently back against his lips.&nbsp; "I like pretty much everything right now.&nbsp; You feel good there."&nbsp; She ran her hand over his arm, then down along his hip, enjoying the feel of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 04:12:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm...." he cooed behind her. "This is nice... We probably ought to get up and get go though." He said it with a slight sound of resignation in his voice though, and afterwards still didn't move to put their plans of underwear shopping into motion. Instead, he trailed his hand down her side, and then rested it on her hip. He pushed his hips forward just a little, pushing just a fraction of an inch deeper into her, and that part of him nesstled inside of her twitched again.<br><br>"That... doesn't feel uncomfortable, does it? I mean, like if we just stayed like this, would it get sore just keeping me inside for a long time? Like if we fell asleep again or something?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 04:38:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned as he didn't make the slightest effort to follow through on his own suggestion, pressing back very carefully to help him slip in that tiny bit deeper.&nbsp; If he could stay throbbing like that all day, she wouldn't mind staying like this one bit.<br><br>"Mm, I suppose anything gets uncomfortable if you do it long enough.&nbsp; But it's great right now."&nbsp; She put her hand over his, lightly lacing their fingers together.&nbsp; "You can stay as long as you want."&nbsp; The words seemed too serious suddenly, and she smiled nervously.&nbsp; "At least as long as you can."&nbsp; Now she felt her own sex throb, tensing faintly around him once more.&nbsp; "Who needs underwear, anyway?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 07:30:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right now? No one," Charles said, murmured. He slowly and reluctantly pulled about half way out. He snaked his hand down off her hip to where they joined, and at that place, he slipped his finger back into her again. Then, just as deliberately as when he pulled his cock out, he pushed it back in, sliding in beside his finger. There was a bit more steal in him this time, and his manhood continued to twitch and throb like some independent living thing.<br><br>He slid the finger out of her then, deliberately dragging it across her clit this time. Then he started to move his hand back to his mouth.<br><br>"Was this something along the line of what you had in mind when you mounted me earlier? A slow, teasing thing, to see how long we could go? Because I like it." He put the glistening finger back in his mouth to taste her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 14:52:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey," Michelle murmured, quietly protesting him sliding out, and arching back to try and keep him in.&nbsp; Then he did that tease with his finger again, and she smiled, making a little sound of approval, her clit throbbing faintly under his caress.&nbsp; She was definitely extra tender to the touch, her sex not quite used to all this attention.<br><br>"Yep, this is it," she said, practically purring as he pulsed inside her.&nbsp; "Glad you like it.&nbsp; I like being able to really feel you... I can feel it every time you twitch, and it's great."&nbsp; She grinned, slowly grinding back against him.&nbsp; "And you've got some staying power," she added, admiringly.&nbsp; Most guys her age seemed to have the staying power but not the patience for things like this.&nbsp; Charles was definitely turning into a nice surprise.<br><br>"Are you getting sore?&nbsp; I thought maybe I might be hurting you a little, squeezing you so hard," she admitted, her passage throbbing slightly again as she remembered that recent and very pleasurable climax.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 17:28:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A little sore. But not from the squeezing..." He twitched. "I like that..." She squeezed. "At this rate, we might be hear all week..." He twitched, "I can think of worse things." She squeezed.<br><br>He started pulling out again, even slower then before. "I don't know if I can come again for the... uh, lost count of how many times... or even keep it up... But it might be fun to try.<br><br>"And this is certainly different then the hot sweaty frantic kinda sex. Although I have a feeling that this kinda sex might lead to the other kind." He nearly had nearly pulled entirely out. He could feel her lips brushing against he sensitive head of his shaft. Then just as slowly he started to push back in, agonizingly slowly once more. He wanted to her to feel every inch of him slowly sink into her depths. He wanted to feel her hot, wet, smooth hole constrict around him as it tried to accommodate him. It did not even dawn on him that he was fully erect now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 17:58:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry," she giggled, realizing that she was involuntarily squeezing him on a regular basis now.&nbsp; She didn't try very hard to stop herself, though, suspecting that he was enjoying it just as much as she was.&nbsp; "Well, let's see.&nbsp; Twice last night.&nbsp; Once in the shower.&nbsp; Mmm, that's nice," she said, instantly distracted as he began the long, slow push back into her.<br><br>She noticed instantly that he was harder now, his thrust going more easily this time.&nbsp; And she could feel every detail of his shaft, every vein and bump, as it pressed in, so tantalizingly slowly.&nbsp; The urge to push back, hard, to meet him halfway was almost overpowering, but she resisted, one hand gripping the covers almost painfully.<br><br>"Very nice," she said again, tensely, feeling the slow stretch of her passage, clinging to his shaft all the way.&nbsp; "Yeah, this could lead to... all sorts of interesting things.&nbsp; God.&nbsp; How many times did I come?&nbsp; I think I need one more, anyway."&nbsp; She smiled, then moaned as he finally, finally made it all the way in, and she shivered around him and against him.&nbsp; "And as long as you don't mind the squeezing..."&nbsp; She pushed back a little harder now, gently grinding her hips along his, feeling the wonderful slow build of arousal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 18:12:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You come pretty easily... I like that. It's so discouraging to be with a woman, and you can't curl her toes." He wrapped both of his arms firmly around her ribcage. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"There's a position I've never tried, but always wanted to..."</span> he said low to her. With no further warning or preamble, he rolled onto his back, and pulled her with him, and the two of them stayed firmly tied together at the crotch through the position change.<br><br>He let go of her then, running his hands slowly up to kneed her breasts teasingly. His face was full of her hair now, but he didn't mind. He looked past their shoulders, and could see the reflection of their crotches in the mirror, and his cock responded with several twitches to the sight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 18:34:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I always do," Michelle said with a sigh, torn between embarrassment and pride.&nbsp; She had just enough time to draw breath to ask what this position was, when he moved them both, and the breath was used for a startled squeal.<br><br>Finding a comfortable spot, she giggled and turned to try to glare at him, though her hair got in the way of that.&nbsp; "I've never tried this, either.&nbsp; Ooh.&nbsp; You do hit some interesting spots this way..."&nbsp; She wriggled, feeling him pressing firmly against the front of her passage, and enjoying it immensely.&nbsp; "We have to go slow here... it feels like you might fall out."<br><br>Then she caught sight of them in the mirror as well, and blushed.&nbsp; They looked absolutely wanton like this, and she felt a little uncomfortable.&nbsp; Except that the sight of herself, stretched to accomodate that rather wide shaft, was actually fascinating, though she made herself look away, moaning and giggling again as she felt him twitch.&nbsp; "You like looking, hm?"&nbsp; She squeezed deliberately this time, testing his reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 18:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh-huh," Charles said responding to her question. He actually <em>saw</em> her squeeze, and then saw his responding twitch. "Ex wouldn't have it. Embarrassed her. So here in my own place, I bought those mirrored closet doors. And you've been the only girl in them...<br><br>"Can we scoot up? Lean up against the headboard? Or do you want to keep this position longer?" he asked her, gently and slowly sliding just the last half an inch in and out of her. His big hands still kneaded her breasts and occasionally slid to the tips to squeeze her nipples. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 19:00:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Privately, Michelle thought that his ex must have been a very strange woman, embarrassed by her own reflection yet raunchy enough to take him in her sex right after he'd been in her ass.&nbsp; It seemed a weird combination to her.&nbsp; But it was kind of a thrill to learn he hadn't yet brought other women here, and she grinned.<br><br>"Sure, we can scoot up.&nbsp; It'll save you from having to breathe my hair, at least," she said, not having much luck in getting said hair out of the way in that position.&nbsp; Her voice was still breathy and distracted, just these gentle movements doing a lot for her, and she wriggled again, this time arching her breasts into his palms.&nbsp; She liked how big his hands were, encompassing each breast quite well, making them feel well and truly squeezed.<br><br>"And then you can move a little faster, if and when the mood strikes."&nbsp; She smiled again, proud of having gotten him hard again, in spite of his tiredness.&nbsp; That made her feel incredibly sexy, which brought another squeeze, and then a faint but suddenly passionate moan.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 19:49:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He struggled but eventually found a comfortable position against the headboard with a couple of pillow propped against his back. He felt a little embarrassed. They always made changing positions look so smooth in the x-rated movies he watched. He figured he must just be a klutz. At least he managed to do it without falling out of her. Still, he had come close a couple of times, and there were a few times he slid a little faster and harder then he'd intended.<br><br>But finally, he was sitting upright with her in his lap, and fully impaled within her. It occurred to him that of course he'd done it like this before, just sitting in a chair instead of sitting on the bed, but he didn't feel like going back on what he'd just said. Besides, it was quite a thrill to watch himself slowly slide in and out of her hot little hole. He slid his hands down her front, down to her crotch, and then to her thighs. On his way back, as he continued his short, gentle thrusts, he let his right hand linger near her clit as his other hand came up to fondle her breasts.<br><br>"Always thought this looked like a good position for anal... easy access for me to play..." he said, now rubbing his hand across her clitoris and lips while he continued his gentle strokes. "You'd have more control of the speed and depth then me..."<br><br>He didn't <em>ask</em> for it. He wasn't even sure that he wanted that again. But the idea did bring a few twitches to him. He was sure now, that if he just kept going that he could finish again. He smirked. She'd have him spray inside of her more times in a day then most women got in a week. And she'd probably want more. She was such a sex kitten. He didn't realize that between the one thought and the other that he'd picked up his pace. He wasn't exactly pounding it into her, but he was going at a respectable pace now, and was finally started to breath heavy into her ear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 20:21:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle giggled and helped as much she could, mostly letting him do the moving while she concentrated on keeping him inside.&nbsp; She squealed and moaned several times, as a particular movement caught her off-guard, or simply pushed him in abruptly.<br><br>But finally they were settled, and it all felt more normal.&nbsp; His hands could roam everywhere, and she wriggled into each caress, tingling delightfully everywhere he touched.&nbsp; Her nipples were tight and hard, and though she'd been half-teasing about needing one more climax, now that was true.&nbsp; She was at the point of needing one soon, or risking walking around flustered and distracted for the next hour or so.<br><br>She felt him speed up, smiling again, and then caught sight of them in the mirror.&nbsp; It still looked wanton, but sexy, too.&nbsp; Her lower lips were red and swollen, nearly worn out in a way, taut and hypersensitive, and his fingers were taking very skillful advantage of that fact.&nbsp; She kept shivering or moaning or tensing around him, forced to react in some way every time his hand moved.<br><br>She turned her head, rubbing her cheek against his bristly one.&nbsp; "Is that what you want?" she whispered, her lips nuzzling at the side of his face.&nbsp; She wasn't at all sure that was a good idea, but she could feel him twitch even at this slightly faster pace.&nbsp; "Mmmm.&nbsp; Think you could finish there?&nbsp; I like the way you sound when you get really excited."&nbsp; Her own hips were helping him along, arching and moving encouragingly, though she tried to keep things slow, and finally her hand moved to join his at her sex.&nbsp; She smiled, still kissing and licking lightly at his face, getting thoroughly caught up in the moment, moaning and sighing often now, feeling the first slow buildup of release again.&nbsp; It was getting to be a delightfully familiar feeling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 23:33:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Yeah... that's what I want,"</span> he whispered back, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"If you're willing... If you want me to violate you and make you come at the same time..."</span><br><br>He moved his hands to her breasts and took her nipples between his fingers. He squeezed her taunt hard nipples slowly but harshly, until her breathing changed with the pain, and then he let them go. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Admit it. You like it when I hurt you,"</span> he breathlessly whispered, excitement dripping on his voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 23:55:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle had shuddered at his words, but had thought he was only trying to shock her using words like violate.&nbsp; It wasn't like he hadn't done it before.&nbsp; Twice.&nbsp; The shock worked, and gave her a little thrill that showed itself as a little extra tension in her body, especially her sex.<br><br>Then he squeezed her nipples, and squeezed, and squeezed, until she whimpered and put her hands over his, triyng to make him stop.&nbsp; Just then, just as she thought she would have to yell at him to stop, he let go, and she felt her breasts throb faintly with the sudden return of blood.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was to admit anything of the kind to him -- it was wrong, it was coarse, it wasn't the sort of thing she should like --and she tried to form a denial.<br><br>But should she deny it?&nbsp; Her sex was still pulsing with arousal, a little more now than before, so it seemed she had liked it.&nbsp; She liked hearing the excitement in his tone, just as she'd said.&nbsp; And though it seemed a rather fine moral point, somehow she didn't want to lie to him.<br><br>The moment had gone on forever, it seemed, their bodies still moving in their rhythm, her pleasure still building, only gasps and moans coming from her.&nbsp; She didn't know what to say.&nbsp; "I like -- I like hearing you like this," she whispered, her voice quivering.&nbsp; "I -- yes, I like it."&nbsp; Then she bit her lip, but it was too late.&nbsp; She almost sobbed as she felt her passage tighten, those first throes of release building sharply now.&nbsp; Her hands gripped his arms, whatever they could reach, her hips still rocking and thrusting over him, and now she stared at the two of them in the mirror, suddenly unable to look away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 00:19:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He recognized that she was on the verge of climaxing again. Instinctively he started thrusting harder into her, spurring her toward release. A moment later, he took her nipples between his fingers again, and started slowly squeezing them while he whispered, "I'm gonna fuck your ass again... it'll hurt... you're gonna like it."<br><br>Then he lowered his lips to her neck, and pressed his teeth into her. It was more for the threat then for the pain. Although he wasn't close to breaking her skin, there was an inherent menace to having someone's teeth at your throat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 00:44:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a second, she was mad at him.&nbsp; He was totally taking advantage of her excitement to get her to go along with whatever he wanted.&nbsp; The next second, she didn't care about any of that.&nbsp; She matched his thrusts as best she could, bracing herself and grinding against him, and though her eyes wouldn't stay open for long now, her gaze always returned to the mirror.<br><br>When she felt his teeth, careful as he was being, she still gasped sharply, almost crying out.&nbsp; But in spite of the surprise, and her own misgivings, her only reaction was to arch her neck to let him reach her more easily.&nbsp; She had just enough time to be shocked at herself when her release finally flooded over her and she did cry out, nearly screaming, pleasure and pain and fear all combining into one heady mix that left her unable to think about anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 10:06:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she writhed on top of him, screaming out in release, the rush he felt from doing and saying all those naughty things to her and making her enjoy it was almost too much for him to take. He squeezed his eyes closed, and with a monumental force of will, clung at just the edge of release, trying to forestall his own orgasm. If he could just hold on for a moment, he could come in her ass... He grunted hard between his teeth, trying to push the thought of her ass out of his mind for a moment. It was almost too much, and he threatened to explode in her <em>now</em>.<br><br>He released her neck, fearing to bite too hard in his state, and buried his face in her shoulder, panting hard trying to keep control. Meanwhile, he released her nipples, content to merely cling to her breasts, pulling her tight against his sweaty, hairy chest. As she rode the waves of pleasure and her smooth entrance clung and spasmed around him, at the end, he thrust it deep inside and stopped pumping, fearing that even a small movement would be too much.<br><br>As she started to relax, and the crisis was over, he tried to find his voice. He spoke low, gravelly, and sultry, the animal lust clearly in his voice, "I want to come... in your ass... can I have it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 15:03:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was still distantly aware that she shouldn't, absolutely <em>shouldn't</em> enjoy this so much.&nbsp; She couldn't remember why, exactly, but she knew there was something wrong somewhere.&nbsp; Her body disagreed, finding nothing but pleasure, and lots of it, which meant there couldn't possibly be anything wrong.<br><br>As she slowly shuddered back to calm, pressed hard against him, she realized he was still hard, plunged all the way in, and he hadn't even come yet.&nbsp; Then he spoke, and she knew what he was holding out for, since she could hardly imagine him lasting through all that otherwise.&nbsp; She'd gotten pretty wild, she thought now, flushed with embarrassment as well as passion.<br><br>She hesitated barely a moment.&nbsp; He deserved a reward for lasting this long, not to mention for even getting hard again in the first place.&nbsp; And if she let him, she would get to hear him really scream...&nbsp; "Yes," she said, though at first no sound came out.&nbsp; "Yes," she tried again, the word hoarse but clear enough.&nbsp; It wasn't at all likely that he'd be able to make good on his previous threat or promise or whatever it was, and make her come again, but right now that didn't matter.<br><br>Turning her head, she kissed him, briefly but hard.&nbsp; As carefully as she could, she lifted herself off his throbbing shaft, now amazingly dark with arousal, then leaned forward, letting him see her other entrance.&nbsp; She knew he was very, very close, and might finish any second, but he would have to help guide her.&nbsp; Right now she tried to catch her breath, relax, and prepare herself for what was sure to be a wild climax from him, and cause some pain for her... but somehow she didn't mind that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 15:47:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm..." he half grunted and half sighed as she lifted off of him and gave him a view of her other entrance.<br><br>He absently put a few fingers in his mouth, tasting Michelle's flavor still there on his fingers, and brought the saliva slickened fingers to her tight rear hole. He needn't have bothered, as she seemed already to be wet there; doubtlessly some of her slick, clear orgasmic fluid had leaked out and coated her down below as well. Still, a little extra moisture couldn't hurt.<br><br>He held his slick, glistening cock by the base, and aligned the spongy head to her tightest entrance, lining it carefully with her puckered forbidden hole. He guided her down just a little, to put just a little pressure there, so it could start to slowly slip in.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Ok, lean back... Back against me, like you were... And <em>then</em> slide slowly down... There's lube if we need it... but I think it's wet enough..."</span> he gasped and panted as he spoke low, partially from exertion, but more from lust. His heart pounded in his chest with the excitement. This was something new for him. Always before, when he'd had anal, he'd always taken her... he'd never had a woman lower herself onto him, taking him. It was just a little thing, but somehow, it excited him far more then normal, perhaps from the mere novelty of it, but probably because it just seemed so slutty. It was one thing to tell a woman to hold still so he could fuck her in the ass, but to actually have her lower herself onto it seemed more extreme somehow. <br><br>He told himself that she wouldn't do it, wouldn't lower herself onto him, taking his cock into her like this if she didn't really want it. Maybe it was the physical act she wanted, maybe it pleasuring him that she wanted, but somehow, on some level, her lowering herself onto him would prove to him that she wanted this forbidden act. He intended to savor it. To savor the heady sluttyness, and perversion of the act, and the implied power it seemed to give him over her. Afterall, this <em>was</em> his idea. She might want it on some level, but she was doing it to please him. He decided to hold back from coming as long as he could, to savor it all the more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 16:18:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirmed as he slid his fingers in, faintly surprised to find them there instead of his shaft.&nbsp; The longer this took, the more she doubted the wisdom of it, but it seemed too late to change her mind now.&nbsp; Besides, she'd never claimed to be wise.&nbsp; At least this would put him in an incredibly good mood, which would hopefully make the fact that she'd be walking funny tomorrow worth it.<br><br>There didn't seem to her to be any difference between sliding down now and sliding down while pressed against him, but she followed his lead, putting her back against his chest again.&nbsp; She pressed down gingerly -- she felt very wet, and he was covered with her fluids, but she was still a little afraid of trying this without any other lubrication.&nbsp; But his voice was so lustful, it made her shiver, and she was very slightly more afraid of making him wait while she insisted on lube.<br><br>The tip of his cock slid in quite easily, making her gasp as it stretched her out again.&nbsp; Maybe she wasn't even back to normal from earlier, but it was still a very tight fit.&nbsp; Her body had tensed again, and now she resumed the struggle to relax.&nbsp; She almost instantly slid down a fraction further, and gasped once more, louder.&nbsp; To her relief, he seemed content just to stay as he was, letting her set the pace and depth, and she whimpered faintly, feeling him throb inside her and her own sex giving an answering pulse.&nbsp; She had to be too worn out to climax again now, but it still felt good.<br><br>Inch by slow inch, she worked her way down, feeling his hair rubbing against her skin, even that odd feeling somehow arousing.&nbsp; Everything was arousing, really, and once more she found her eyes drawn to the mirror.&nbsp; He looked tense, clearly still fighting to hold back his orgasm, but the lust in his face made her catch her breath and moan.&nbsp; That was for her.<br><br>She watched his shaft slowly disappear into that tight hole, sometimes looking down, sometimes in the mirror.&nbsp; It was a fascinating sight, and she was hardly aware of her own gasps and whimpers at the discomfort.&nbsp; They were wet enough, just, but it was still not entirely a pleasant feeling, and all her attention was focused on his reactions.&nbsp; Those were the best distraction possible, and her eyes moved often to his face, watching every nuance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 18:38:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was transfixed watching her slowly take him in, inch by inch, in starts and fits. Her gasps and whimpers were accompanied by his moans and grunts, making a strangely passionate duet. He was less aware of the low lusty noises he made, but keenly aware of the sounds she made. He couldn't decide if her noises indicated pain or passion, or if they were somehow an expression of both. Still, he could hardly tear his eyes away from the mirror. Her swollen pink lips and stiffly engorged clitoris stood out just above where she slid down onto him. It was something he'd seen innumerable times in x-rated movies, but it somehow looked so much hotter when what he saw was a reflection of what he did and what he felt.<br><br>The physical act felt incredible. The overly tight ring gave way to the hot moist place beyond, both akin yet subtly different in sensation to a woman's natural hole. But that tight ring of muscle seemed to pull the skin taunt, almost like it could tear if he wasn't careful. And it partially trapped the blood within his member as well, turning it bright red, and leaving it to throb hard with his heartbeat. It seemed to be harder, so hard it might burst with the pressure. It hurt in a subtle sort of way, but more so today then normal becasue of the overuse he'd already put himself through. Yet it still felt fantastic, in it's own exotic sort of way. But perhaps it was more the thrill of doing this forbidden, dirty act that got him excited.<br><br>The physical sensation was certainly extraordinary, but it was what he <em>felt</em> that overwhelmed him. Watching her do this in the mirror, catching the sight of her eyes watching his face, seeing her expression, as she committed this sacrifice of pain and flesh for <em>him</em> because she wanted to please him. It filled him not only with lust, but with other powerful sweeping emotions as well. Deep affection, respect, appreciation, and other deeper emotions, that he dare not express into words, filled him. <br><br>His lust made him want to want to savage her, to grab her by the hips and forcefully pound into her, yet those other emotions made him not dare to, not because of how she'd react, but because of how it would make her feel. He did not want to make her feel degraded, used, or small. He wanted her to feel, to know how this made him feel, even if those were feelings that he dare not admit to himself, much less to her.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Take me all in... if you can... but we can stop... if you want... Otherwise... you can set your own pace..."</span> he whispered raggedly to her. He wasn't even holding back any longer. The shock of such a different sensation, a good one by all means, but different then before, meant that it would take him a bit to come. He just wanted enough time to savor this a bit, to enjoy it, before the bliss of release washed through him.<br><br>The hand he'd been using to hold the base of his shaft he moved around to her crotch then. Unhurriedly, he slipped two fingers deep into her, and languidly pulled them out. As he lifted his fingers to his mouth, the vacancy in her pussy was replaced by two fingers from his other hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 19:01:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd never heard a man make quite those sounds before.&nbsp; That was a shame, because they were amazing, lustful and raw, glad for what pleasure there already was, but still demanding more.&nbsp; His shaft pulsed harder than ever, perhaps part of the reason why it still felt too tight even after having done this not long ago.&nbsp; She felt just a little more stretched this time, just a little more uneasy about how this was going to feel.<br><br>He was nearly all the way in now, though, and she could still bear the discomfort.&nbsp; Sometimes their eyes met as she moved, and then she would blush, but she tried to hold his gaze for a few beats, at least, enjoying the lust there.&nbsp; Just that look made her sex throb again, almost angrily, sore as it was.&nbsp; This obviously aroused him more than anything else they'd done yet, and she couldn't help but feel that excitement herself.&nbsp; It was a strange connection, a little alarming, but soothing at the same time.<br><br>She nodded as he spoke, then shook her head, trying to tell him that she would take him all, that she did not want to stop.&nbsp; He seemed less on the edge now, a bit more relaxed, and she sensed his desire to prolong this for a while, so though she kept moving, she also paused to rest now and then, giving them both a break.<br><br>Then his fingers slid into her abused sex, and she let out a strangled groan.&nbsp; "God.&nbsp; Yes."&nbsp; It almost hurt in that she was so incredibly oversensitive there, but being filled twice over this way couldn't be anything less than amazing.&nbsp; She watched him move his hand to lick it, then groaned again as his other hand took its place.&nbsp; He seemed almost calm in his movements, and she stared at him, shifting her hips to press very gently towards his fingers.<br><br>Finally she was all the way down, his cock stretching her out fully, trapped inside her.&nbsp; For a long moment, she stayed there, unmoving except for the pulsings of her body around his, trying to breathe in something like a normal fashion.&nbsp; "<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">Tell me how it feels,</span>" she whispered, turning her head to nuzzle against his neck.&nbsp; "<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">Tell me how much you like this.</span>"&nbsp; She just wanted to hear him talk, to know that he was as overwhelmed as she was.&nbsp; She wanted to please him, to hear all he had to say, know what he was feeling, to share everything that he could with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 19:52:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, God," his voice quavered as he tried to answer her. "It feels <em>amazing</em>," his heart was in his throat, his deep blue eyes burned with lust, looking straight into her eyes. He looked raw, exposed, like every vestige of civility, decorum, and falsehood had been stripped away from him. <br><br>"Hot and raw and tight. Like sucking and squeezing at the same time... and it hurts, but feels good." He leisurely pulled the finger out of her, only to replace them a moment later with the fingers from his other hand. He was moving to bring the fingers to his mouth again, to add the scent and flavor to his pussy flavored mouth.<br><br>"And with this position, the mirror... <em>you</em>," he didn't realize it, but with that word, he pushed gently in, grinding. He was still staring in her eyes, and still had more to say. Without thinking about it, he offered the slick fingers to her mouth, unconcerned whether she tasted or not, and continued speaking. "First time I tried this position. I'm happy it was you, not <em>her</em>, not no one else.<br><br>"I love," for the first time, he glanced away briefly, and the mask fell back into place. It was just a moment, but a moment that to him felt like an eternity. <br><br>"I love this," he said. There was still passion, and power, and lust in his voice when he said it, but in that half second when he glanced away, something had changed. He'd realized <em>what</em> he was about to say, and he clammed up. He wasn't going to say it, not here, not now, not to this girl, this perfect girl with the ulterior motives.<br><br>He moved the offered hand away from her mouth, and grabbed her by the back of the neck. He pulled her the short distance to him, and kissed her hard, with passion, pouring out every bit of emotion he knew he shouldn't have for her into the kiss. He whimpered when he forgot not to thrust his tongue into her mouth, but he merely pulled it back into his mouth, and continued kissing her. A little pain wasn't going to stop him...<br><br>As he kissed, he rocked his hips slowly, unconsciously away, sliding out of her a little, and then rocking back. Although he'd given her the lead, both in word and action, he couldn't help himself, nor did he even realize what he did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 20:30:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She drank in every word, every gasp and sound and pause, understanding not so much with her mind as with every other part of her.&nbsp; He pressed up into her, and she moaned, shifting uncomfortably but eagerly, nodding as he spoke, holding her body close against his.&nbsp; His fingers went by her mouth, and she kissed them unthinkingly, only wanting that extra bit of contact with him, one more small reason to shiver.&nbsp; Her eyes never left his.<br><br>Then he glanced away, that last small word hanging in the air, and the whole room shifted, maybe the whole world.&nbsp; He knew, and she knew, and all she could do was mourn the loss of the openness they'd had for a few moments.&nbsp; Maybe they'd lost an irreplaceable chance, and now she caught her breath in sudden sadness.<br><br>The press of his mouth drove away all those thoughts in an instant, and her passion swelled to match his.&nbsp; She winced inwardly as he whimpered, and thrust her tongue into his mouth by way of compensation.&nbsp; She could feel him moving, and slowly joined him, very gradually building up a rhythm, though a very slow one for now.&nbsp; Each time she moved a fraction further, always as slow and steady as possible, needing to keep kissing him like this, to be joined with him in as many ways as possible.<br><br>She arched against his hand, begging for more of his fingers, moaning desperately into his mouth.&nbsp; He was glad it was her.&nbsp; She clung to that phrase, that last truly spontaneous, genuine thing he'd said.&nbsp; That would have to be enough for now.&nbsp; But as much as it frightened her, she still wished that he would have kept going just a moment longer, that his hesitation had never happened.&nbsp; She didn't even know what she would have said -- she never said that to anyone -- but she wanted to hear those words in his raw, hungry voice, as they gave in to all their passion and need.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 21:12:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand returned to her sore, yearning sex, joining the one already there. Seeming to sense with her moans that she wanted to be more filled, he slid two more finger into her. He had two fingers, one from each hand in her. He fucked her with his four fingers briefly, using them like they were a thick, misshappen cock. Then he had another idea. As he thrust with one set of fingers, he pulled out with the other. He continued in that fashion, one set of fingers providing counter thrust to the others. Through the muscle wall, he could feel his thick hard cock as he worked her with his fingers.<br><br>His cock could feel the movement as well. It felt like something was undulating on the other side of the vaginal wall, a strange and exciting movement. He groaned low at the back of his throat. Some base, animal part of himself didn't know anymore whether he was having sex, or masturbating.<br><br>He pulled away from the kissing, and went cheek to cheek with her. Low and ragged, he whispered a true thing to her, a confession of sorts, "I want to fuck it hard... and fast... without consideration... without mercy... but I won't..."<br><br>As he spoke, he picked up a little more speed, a little more urgency. He glanced at the mirror then, gasped and froze.<br><br>He turned to face the mirror, whispering, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Look at us,"</span><br><br>He'd never seen anything before that struck him as looking so wanton. Both of them were flushed lustful demons, ardently thrusting, kissing, and sucking... unable or unwilling to be satiated. He used the four finger inside her sex to pull it open so they could peer into her deep, mysterious opening, while gently probing her clit with a thumb.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 22:09:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She let out a long moan as he added two more fingers, stretching her until she almost forgot that there was more to her body than those two passages, both being filled and toyed with, gently but mercilessly.&nbsp; It was a slow movement, but an amazing one, and she moaned with him.&nbsp; She realized that he was playing with himself nearly as much as with her, and almost giggled at the thought.&nbsp; But she wanted him to come, and come hard, and she would let him do anything that would help with that.&nbsp; Nearly anything, she qualified to herself, but that seemed like a very fine distinction right now.<br><br>She whimpered as he pulled his lips away, but his words made up for that loss.&nbsp; Again she understood more on a visceral level, feeling what he meant more than hearing.&nbsp; She shivered, a long, slow shiver that raced from where his cheek touched hers to her sex, then radiated out from there, filling her body with heat.&nbsp; Suddenly, frighteningly, she wanted to be fucked, just as he said, but another part of her was so touched by this admission, and his restraint, that she didn't know what to say.<br><br>"Charles..." she murmured, the word thick with emotion, and she realized then how seldom she called him by name.&nbsp; She would have to fix that, for the sound of it right now was nearly as thrilling as the movement of their bodies, still following that rhythm, growing faster all the time.<br><br>Then he gasped, and she looked at him in confusion, her passion-glazed mind not understanding what had provoked that reaction.&nbsp; But she followed his gaze, looking at their reflection, and moaned again.&nbsp; She couldn't be embarrassed, not right now, but she knew she would be later.&nbsp; Still, he was right to gasp -- it was a fantastic sight, wild and lusty, barely controlled, and it was enough to make anyone shudder and writhe with sudden hunger.&nbsp; His fingers pulled, carefully, though it still made her moan, convinced that she could stretch no further, not anywhere.&nbsp; But she wanted to try...<br><br>Her sex was as dark and swollen as his, its throbbing not quite pleasurable, but still something she craved, needed.&nbsp; She kept her hips moving, gently, rolling and thrusting over him, sometimes arching to let them both see inside her more easily.&nbsp; And every time his thumb touched her clit, she moaned and tightened, falling into a bizarre, fitful tug of war with his fingers.&nbsp; She'd never seen her clitoris so swollen or so hard, and though it felt wonderful, it, too, throbbed almost painfully.&nbsp; If she did come -- and she was starting to think she would, dramatically -- it would either be one of her most fantastic orgasms ever, or hurt like hell.&nbsp; Maybe both.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 09:36:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After a moment of stretching her open, of putting sex on wanton display for both of their eyes to feast on, he started moving again. A part of him noted that she'd never stopped moving, that she'd continued to lower and lift on his red throbbing cock. He resumed moving his manhood in her, resisting the temptation to slam in and out of her, but instead returning to the gentle implacable motions of before. And his hands... he resumed his fingering, his four fingered counter thrusting as before, and now he continued to gently stroke her hard clit's hood with his thumb.<br><br>Of it's own accord, her hard pink clit came out of it's hood, a jutting pink nub looking like a tiny cockhead sticking out from the bunched up foreskin behind it. The sight itself did little for him, for although he enjoyed playing with and especially sucking on a hard clitoris, the sight itself of an unhooded clit always reminded him of a tiny penis, and that just seemed somehow wrong on a woman. But the implication, the simple fact that it had bared itself to the air, spoke volumes of her arousal, and it was that fact that made his own arousal spike. <br><br>As he continued to slowly work his rod in and out of her ass, as she met his gentle thrusts that seemed to unconsciously, slowly, unstoppably build in speed, he could feel that his orgasm was not far away now, that it approached with an inevitable and relentless power and drive of its own, like a force of nature with the power of a cosmic collision. It wouldn't be stopped. The driving thrusts wouldn't be halted until he finished, not now.<br><br>Unconsciously, he leaned forward a little, exerting pressure on her upper thighs with this forearms. It was an unconscious, animal act of lust. He didn't want her to escape, or to pull away. He wouldn't let her. He continued working her with his fingers, and then he put the moist pad of his thumb directly on her exposed clit, and just barely brushing it, moved the thumb in a slow circular motion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 15:00:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was both relieved and disappointed when he let go, returning to his former steady movements.&nbsp; Somehow she knew he was holding back once more, tense with the urge to thrust hard, and she shuddered to feel that barely contained lust.&nbsp; More and more often, she was imagining giving in herself, to ride him hard as he clearly wanted, but the knowledge of the pain that would bring still held her back.<br><br>But everything was speeding up now, some force as basic and unavoidable as gravity pulling them on inexorably.&nbsp; She gasped and let her breath out in a long, low moan as his thumb finally coaxed her clit to its full arousal.&nbsp; Now he knew what he had done for her, and she was glad.<br><br>If she'd thought she was oversensitive before, though, now she realized that had been nothing.&nbsp; He kept stroking that tiny bit of flesh, where every nerve in her body now seemed to be concentrated, and she cried out without realizing how loud she was.&nbsp; All along he'd been moving faster, and she'd moved with him unthinkingly, until they were now going much faster than she'd ever intended.&nbsp; It was scary, and she didn't usually like scary, but now she not only gave in to it, she craved it.<br><br>She felt him lean forward, and again she was pinned by his weight.&nbsp; Another low moan escaped her, the sound of an animal in heat.&nbsp; She couldn't thrust as freely, but she kept trying, reminding herself every moment that she was trapped against him, around him, his shaft impaling her harder and faster each time he moved.<br><br>And still, through all this, his thumb kept up that steady, teasing movement on her clit.&nbsp; She could hardly imagine how he could keep that up with everything else going on, but it stayed nearly as regular as clockwork.&nbsp; And every second, she was sure she wouldn't be able to bear it a moment longer, a pleasure that was at least half pain building faster and faster with every tiny movement.&nbsp; It should have been lost in the feeling of his cock pounding into her, but all these sensations combined equally into one terrifying, amazing, impossibly intense feeling, gathering in the pit of her stomach.<br><br>Finally she reached not so much the point of release, but some sort of critical mass.&nbsp; She screamed, and though she knew that it was an orgasm filling her, nothing to be afraid of, there was with the blinding pleasure an equally blinding pain, and some instinct made her tense with panic as well as climax.&nbsp; Her body gripped him everywhere it could, even her hands unconsciously digging into his arms, trying to both make him stop and force him to keep going.&nbsp; She sobbed and groaned and shook against him, craving more even as she wondered how much more she could stand.<br><br>And through all this, she felt him tensing with her, giving in to his own strange and wild release, pounding up into her, driving them both on to more pleasure and more pain.&nbsp; They shook together, still thrusting in instinctive unison, and she sobbed again and again, crying out something that might have been his name as she balanced for long moments on the knife-edge of pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 17:30:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He yelled, loud and low as he pounded into her, as she screamed and quaked, and release of a sort overtook him simultaneously as it took her. The incredible hard gripping in her rear almost ceased him into non-motion, though not for the lack of trying. It was intense, more intense then anything he could have possibly imagined, an incredible vice grip on him right at his moment of passion. He yearned for release, and inside he churned for release, and his body tried, tried to expel and issue forth, but the grip on him was too great, and his issuance was mostly stopped, except for a mere dribble that shot forth at great speed. It felt fantastic, yet it hurt like a knife in the belly all at once, and he yelled in pain, in pleasure, in satisfaction, and in yearning. <br><br>He'd never had an orgasm like this before, and while the chemicals flooded his brain telling him that he'd finished, his cock told him that he wasn't done yet, and that moment, surely it was just mere seconds, it seemed to stretch on, and on, and on, for a virtual eternity, a limbo suspended between agony and ecstasy.<br><br>When finally he came down, he couldn't figure out whether it was the best orgasm he'd ever had, or the worst because of the pain of not being able to spray his seed properly, or what it all meant, or exactly what had even happened. He relaxed slowly in starts, and leaned back to try to get his barrings. He realized that he was holding her, Michelle, around the rib cage tight with one arm, pinning her to him, and the other hand... the other hand was virtually <em>in</em> her. His finger were inside, curled forward around her pelvic bone like it was a handle.<br><br>Instantly, he worried about her - had he hurt her? Had he gripped her too tight around the ribs, hurt her below? What about her back side? He let her go with his numb limbs, and spoke with a hoarse voice, "Michelle? Honey, are you alright?"<br><br>His voice sounded small and weak to him, perhaps in part due to the ringing in his ears. His cock, forgotten and ignored for a moment, fell out of her with a wet plop, and what little fluid had sprayed out of him ran down over it in an instant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 17:54:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she slowly, reluctantly relaxed, ecstasy and discomfort alike beginning to fade, she gradually became aware of more than she'd been able to realize before.&nbsp; He'd kept trying to move, but it seemed she'd had too tight a grip on his cock, holding it more firmly than she would have imagined possible, leaving him nearly motionless.&nbsp; She was just as trapped, in her way, still pinned by his weight on her thighs, his arm gripping her body against his, and his hand inside her sex.<br><br>And it <em>was</em> inside, she realized, astonished that he had fit it so far in without causing her serious pain, especially since he was practically grabbing her there, moving her around by the frail bones and delicate flesh of her sex.&nbsp; She froze for a moment, taking inventory, forcing herself to relax, though that kept happening only by fits and starts.&nbsp; She whimpered each time she tensed or shivered, which was still quite often, and bit her lip, trying to calm herself, in all ways.<br><br>Then he spoke, and she leaned her head back, weakly, resting it against his shoulder as she turned to look at him.&nbsp; Her eyes were glazed over, with pleasure and pain and something very like shock, but as she studied his face, worried and tired and all sorts of other things she couldn't identify, she suddenly smiled.&nbsp; It was a shaky, uncertain smile, but she had to reassure him.<br><br>She let go of his wrist, realizing now just how hard she'd been hanging on, and put her hand to his face.&nbsp; "I'm okay," she whispered, her smile fading simply because it was too tiring to keep on with it.&nbsp; She gasped faintly as he abruptly slid out of her, that abused passage slowly trying to throb back to its normal size, which made her wince.&nbsp; "Mm.&nbsp; I'm okay, sweetie.&nbsp; Just sore.&nbsp; How are you?"<br><br><br>She stroked his cheek slowly, kissing him gently, her other hand coaxing his fingers out of her battered sex.&nbsp; Belatedly, she realized what she'd called him, and was surprised at herself.&nbsp; She never used words like that, not anymore, and she could only blame it on the fact that he'd started it by calling her honey, and of course the rush of hormones.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, burying her face in his neck, concentrating on breathing evenly again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 18:23:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled slightly with relief when she said she was ok. He cuddled with her as she fawned on him, and responded to her question. "Sore... and ok.<br><br>"That... never felt anything like that. Probably the most intense sex ever. It hurt... like <em>really</em> hurt, but felt fantastic too. It-it was.., Uhhmmm... an ohhh..." the first noise sounded like release mixed with animal lust, while the other sounded like pain stirred with pleasure, "I don't know how to describe it with real words..." he shook his head, and shrugged, clearly at a loss for words.<br><br>He slid out from under her, laying her down next to him, while he turned on his side. Her legs were propped up and over his, and his arm was beneath her shoulder, while the other looped around loosely to hold her. Their faces and sex organs were still approximately lined up, and he started kissing her before he said or did something that he might regret. He felt... emotional, open, vulnerable right now, and more besides. That act... not the intentional act of sodomy, not her willing sacrifice of pain for pleasure, but the rest, his reaction, her reaction, it left him feeling mostly good, but emotionally raw and jagged. This was the moment that he felt that he might accidentally tell her that he loved her, or start crying, or something else unmanly if he wasn't careful. So he kissed her, gently, lovingly, tenderly, telling her that he cherished her with his lips instead of his voice. His lips he could deny, or she could question, but if he gave voice to something untoward, he couldn't take it back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 18:44:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed quietly, nodding, kissing his shoulder.&nbsp; "Intense, painful, and fantastic," she murmured.&nbsp; "That'll have to do.&nbsp; I can't think of anything better.&nbsp; I didn't squeeze you too hard, did I?"<br><br>She frowned and sighed as he shifted them around, reluctant to move even slightly, but she soon realized this was a much more comfortable position and smiled contentedly.&nbsp; Returning his kisses, tiredly but with her own gentle passion, she ran her fingers through his hair, nestling against him.&nbsp; They were both sore and sweaty and thoroughly rumpled, and she wasn't so much sated as absolutely worn out and bruised, but she wouldn't have traded places with anyone else in the world right now.<br><br>His kisses were wonderful, exactly right for this strange but intimate moment.&nbsp; She forgot about trying to find words, just savoring the feelings, and not only the physical ones, fascinating as those were.&nbsp; These were the kisses of lovers in all senses of the word, thoughtful and sweet, and she felt suddenly frightened again, in a very different way.&nbsp; Her mind flew back to his almost-confession, remembering how close he had come to putting those terrifying, exhilarating feelings into words.&nbsp; Now she knew that if he ever did say that, she would say it, too, and mean it.&nbsp; Maybe she would even believe that he meant it.<br><br>She pressed closer to him, shivering, feeling a tear escape.&nbsp; She blamed it on the lingering discomfort between her legs, on exhaustion, managing to avoid getting too near the truth even in her thoughts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 19:25:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A bit," he admitted to her question about squeezing, "but it's alright. It's... what made it so intense. I came, intensely too... but I didn't really shot a load. Well, a little, but not like I would have. It was... different. Frightening really. New. I've never felt anything like that...." he trailed off, not really sure what else to say about it. He might not be as satiated as he might have otherwise have been, and could probably even have another go at it later if he tried, but he still had a strange sense of fulfillment from the odd experience.<br><br>He was about to ask her how it was for her, as frightening as her answer might be. Then he noticed the tear, and it sent a pang through him. <em>Did I hurt her more than she wanted to admit?</em> he wondered. He wanted to know, but was afraid to ask, especially with how emotionally ragged he felt right now. The tear passed by, noticed, but uncommented on. He just held her, gently, lovingly, and kissed her or stroked her when the mood struck him.<br><br>Eventually, as the sweat started to evaporate and the air conditioning kicked on again, he became chilled, and he saw goosebumps rise on her arms as well. As beautiful as it was to watch her nipples harden, and to watch her tiny, nearly invisible arm hairs start to rise up, he didn't leave the air to chill them. He reached down, grabbed the black sheet that now had a few mysterious whitish stains, and pulled it up over them.<br><br>He didn't say anything for a long time, just laid there and held her, enjoying the physical contact and closeness. After a while, it occurred to him that they were just laying there, in comfortable silence. Comfortable silence... how was it that they were already at the stage where they could share that?<br><br>He didn't comment on the wet spot on the mattress that his hip was pressed into, or his member's slickness drying into a thick itchy mess. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 19:45:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded as he spoke, then shook her head.&nbsp; "New for me, too," she murmured, smiling again, trying to dismiss the recollection of that tear.&nbsp; More threatened, in fact, but she blinked them back, kissing him at the same time so he wouldn't see.&nbsp; She was being foolish.&nbsp; Whatever he'd almost said, it had only been from the heat of the moment, when men would say nearly anything.&nbsp; Maybe she couldn't stop herself from dwelling on it, even daydreaming about it, but she had to remember not to take it too seriously.<br><br>They were both silent for a long time, and she hardly noticed the passing of the minutes.&nbsp; She was completely relaxed now, perfectly content, even the growing chill barely registering.&nbsp; Only when he moved to pull the sheet up over them did she realize that neither had spoken for some time, and that neither seemed to feel the need to speak.&nbsp; That was perhaps more frightening than anything else that had happened today; this knowledge that they were so relaxed and easy with each other, even in what might have been a supremely awkward moment, in the aftermath of that near-violent coupling.<br><br>She stayed just as she was a while longer, kissing and nuzzling against him, smiling now and then, forgetting that she had ever been anywhere else besides next to him like this.&nbsp; Finally she sighed lightly, a wry smile flickering over her face.&nbsp; "Maybe we should clean up," she whispered, kissing him again, but making no other move yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 20:03:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do we half to? Can't we just lay here, cuddling in the wet spots?" He smiled, obviously joking, but he too made no attempt to move. After a little while though, he became aware of the ever increasing fullness of his bladder, and his stomach chose that moment to grumble. A glance at the clock heard him make a small gasp, and he stared dumbfounded at the time.<br><br>"Yeah. Maybe we oughtta get up and get going at some point. Otherwise we'll be looking for dinner instead of lunch..." The clock on the nightstand read 12:13.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 20:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled, realizing that while she was on the edge of the wet spot, he must be smack in the middle of it.&nbsp; "We can cuddle where it's drier," she said, then laughed again as his stomach growled.&nbsp; "I agree, I'm starving.&nbsp; And I never thought I'd eat again after that breakfast."<br><br>Her eyes followed his gaze to the clock as he gasped, and she blushed.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; I guess it isn't so weird to be hungry again now.&nbsp; Well."&nbsp; She kissed him once more, gently but lingeringly, and then started slowly disentangling herself from him.&nbsp; "I need a bathroom.&nbsp; And I have to see what I can salvage with my hair," she added ruefully, since it was now a tangled mess.&nbsp; "Then out for a little lunch, and then see what we can find for underwear?&nbsp; And any other little items that might catch our eye."<br><br>She grinned, and though she had literally zero interest in sex at the moment, she could still enjoy planning for later.&nbsp; If they were like this without any help, just think what would happen if they had some fun toys to play with.&nbsp; She pressed against him firmly one last time, kissed him again, and then started slowly hauling them both up.&nbsp; "Ooh.&nbsp; We'd better try and stretch out the kinks, too, while we're at this," she added, realizing that her muscles were a bit sore as well, even aside from the pounding she'd taken in certain places.&nbsp; She moved cautiously at first, feeling her body trying hard to adjust itself back the way it had been yesterday at this time, causing a strange and distracting tingling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 20:21:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm..." he moaned approvingly as she got off the bed, his eyes glued to watching her cute and perky ass. He stretched out, away from the wet spots, and folded his hands behind his head. He propped his head up on a pillow, the better to watch her svelte body come out of the bathroom again... unless he decided to join her.<br><br>"Shower again?" he called to her. He suppressed a giggled when he considered that her clothes were probably all wrinkled by now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 20:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror, she made a strangled sound of frustration.&nbsp; Her hair was still reasonably clean, she supposed, but it was more tangled than she'd seen it in a long time, and she'd at least have to get it wet again before she could do anything with it.&nbsp; Doing her best to ignore the mirror, she instead went to relieve her increasingly annoyed bladder, leaving the door ajar -- not enough to show much, but enough to make it easier for them to talk.<br><br>"I think we'd better, if there's enough hot water," she called back.&nbsp; "Oh, and my blouse!&nbsp; Darn it."&nbsp; She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face.&nbsp; She was no queen of organization, but she wasn't usually this bad.&nbsp; "You're too distracting.&nbsp; Please tell me you have an iron?" she asked hopefully, peeking out again as she flushed the toilet, unconsciously admiring the way he looked stretched out like that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she flushed, he sat up, and smiled when she asked if he had an iron.<br><br>"Yeah, I'm all Mr. Domestic. But I got better," he said. He walked out of the room, and over to the linen closet.<br><br>"Start the shower up. I'll be in in a sec." He grabbed a smallish hand towel, and walked over to join her in the bathroom. He took the hand towel, and held it under the shower's water, drenching the clean towel. Then he moved it away from the water, and wrung it out.<br><br>"Old bachelor trick," he smiled at her. "With a bit of luck, we won't need the iron."<br><br>He walked away then. In the laundry nook, he tossed the damp towel into the dryer with her clothes, and started the dryer back up. The steam from the wet towel would keep her stuff from scorching, and with luck, it would relax the fabric enough to allow the wrinkles to tumble out.<br><br>When he returned, he joined her in the shower. "If it comes out wrinkled, I'll iron 'em if you like. But they should be fine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Watch it.&nbsp; Don't think I won't start calling you Mr. Domestic," she threatened, washing her hands and then reaching over to start up the shower.&nbsp; She watched him curiously with the towel for a moment, then her face cleared.&nbsp; "My dad used to do that," she said, nodding.&nbsp; "My mom hated it," she added quietly, frowning slightly.<br><br>She was under the water when he returned, soaking her hair and working out the worst tangles with her fingers.&nbsp; "I'd like to see you ironing something," she said, raising an eyebrow.&nbsp; "I'd take pictures."&nbsp; She smiled, splashing a little water at him as he climbed in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:23:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well. Would you like them to be nude pictures? I can spread my legs, bend forward, all sprawled out on the ironing board, and looking back seductively at you," he laughed and bent over to pick up the soap. Between the running water, and the bending over, he realized that he <em>really</em> needed to pee. He'd hoped to wait until they'd finished, but that just wasn't an option anymore. He looked over at the toilet, but knew that if he peed there, he'd either need to flush immediately or forget. Neither seemed like a good option.<br><br>Then a devilish idea formed. He took up the soap, and started washing Michelle's back. Once she was no longer looking, he started peeing, while still distracting her with the soap. He suppressed a snicker and took his flaccid member in hand so he could direct it. First he peed on her feet, then her legs, and continued to work his way up. He was sure that she'd notice the yellow water soon, and he tried not to laugh out loud. Then he directed his stream up on to her rump, to watch it cascade down her body. As he watched the yellowish stream, he entirely forgot about the soap in hand. He then shifted to try to pee onto vagina itself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:35:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You wouldn't get any ironing done like that," she said, trying to sound stern, but giggling as she kept working on her hair.&nbsp; She was finally getting somewhere on that, and the rest of her felt better just from getting the sweat off of her.&nbsp; Soon she'd feel human again, even if walking was still a touch uncomfortable.&nbsp; Maybe more than a touch.<br><br>She smiled and moved her hair out of the way as he started washing her back, closing her eyes briefly and sighing.&nbsp; When she looked again, she frowned, realizing something was off without realizing what, and blinked.&nbsp; He'd stopped soaping, and seemed to be trying not to laugh, and suddenly she understood what was happening.<br><br>She half-turned, gaping down at his limp cock, and turned red with shock and anger.&nbsp; "What the hell are you doing?"&nbsp; She almost ran all the words into one, hardly knowing what she was saying.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:37:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm marking my territory!" he said, trying to sound indignant, but unable to entirely keep the smile off of his lips or the laugher away from his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's disgusting!" she exclaimed, dodging away from any more of the stream and swatting at him, trying to make him back off rather than actually hit him.&nbsp; "Yuck!&nbsp; Go away!"&nbsp; She'd never had anyone do that to her, and it was weirding her out.&nbsp; Glaring at him, she couldn't miss the fact that he was nearly breaking out laughing, and for an instant felt the urge to do just that herself, but she frowned and kept scolding.<br><br>"That's terrible.&nbsp; How did you even think of doing that?"&nbsp; She reached to grab the soap from him, suddenly feeling in need of a good scrubbing.&nbsp; "Marking your territory.&nbsp; You're a Neanderthal."&nbsp; Her frown was wavering, but she wasn't about to let him win out, at least not yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:58:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He quickly turned away from her raising his hands up in case she went through on her threats to hit him, cackling the whole time, and still peeing all over the place. He was only at it for a moment later when his stream started to diminish; his bladder was almost empty.<br><br>"<em>Ok, I'm sorry,</em>" he said in an entirely insincere and mocking fashion, still having fun with her. He quickly turned back to her, flashing a huge mischievous smile. "I guess if you want to get me back, you can..."<br><br>Then, entirely not expecting her to do as he suggested, he plopped down on the shower's floor. "There - now you can mark you territory, if you're so inclined."<br><br>Considering the circumstances, he did something that wasn't very smart. He stuck his tongue out at her. Then, an instant later, he yelped and pulled his injured tongue back into his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 22:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The unmeant apology was no more than she'd expected, and she glared afresh, feeling farther from laughter now.&nbsp; Then he sat down, and she gaped at him, suddenly tempted to laugh again, in amazement.&nbsp; "Unbelieveable.&nbsp; You know perfectly well I used the toilet, like a <em>civilized</em> person."&nbsp; Even so, she was sorely tempted to try calling his bluff.<br><br>Then he stuck his tongue out, she glowered harder for an instant, and then she relented, remembering his wound.&nbsp; "Idiot."&nbsp; She said, not entirely affectionately, but she did bend down to kiss him, teasing just inside his mouth with her tongue for a moment before pulling back to look at him.&nbsp; "As long as you're down there, you can start making sure all your mess is off my legs," she said, raising an eyebrow and putting the soap in his hand up against her calf.&nbsp; "I'll find a different way of marking my territory," she added, very quietly, her eyes filled with mischief as she met his gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 15:04:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh... sorry, I wasn't trying to gross you out..." Charles started to tell her that it was just piss - it had already rinsed off, it didn't cling like mayonnaise or something. But at the last minute, he decided against it. It was more fun to be charged with washing her lower half then arguing. Besides, it might be fun to let her discipline him.<br><br>With the thought now firmly entrenched in his mind, he set to washing her lower half. He started at her waist and started working his way down her legs, and he stayed on his knees the whole while. He intentionally avoided her crotch and ass. Although he'd peed there as well, he decided that those two wonderful places would be the last places that he'd wash.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 15:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you meant to gross me out," Michelle said, reasonably.&nbsp; She let her stern mask slip and grinned down at him, watching him as he worked his way down.&nbsp; This was a very interesting surprise -- she hadn't expected him to go along with this, but he even seemed to be enjoying it.&nbsp; She was still too exhausted and sore to do more than dwell pleasantly on recent, wild memories, but this was rather a new experience for her, too.<br><br>"Make sure you don't miss anyplace," she cautioned, again bending to kiss him.&nbsp; Now she found herself contemplating her own, more subtle ways to mark him as her territory, even though she hadn't been terribly serious when she'd said that.&nbsp; It wasn't a bad idea at that, and she wanted to keep him around a while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 17:45:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He worked slowly and carefully, painstakingly washing her thoroughly, first with one leg, and then with the other. He even washed her feet, cautiously lifting them to wash both the soles, and between the toes. He lavished her with his attention, in part as a way to show her that he was sorry for his practical joke, but also in part because he was enjoying it at the same time.<br><br>Once he'd finally finished washing her gorgeous and shapely legs, he sat up a bit, although he remained on his knees. He looked up at her with eyes squinted against the falling water, holding her softly around the upper legs, and his chin pushed lightly into her stomach just below her bellybutton.<br><br>"Ok, you'll have to spread 'em for me to finish. I hosed your crotch as ass too when I got your legs," he tried to suppress his smile, but wasn't quite able to do so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 18:01:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without quite realizing she was staring, Michelle watched, bemused and fascinated, as he went on with his task.&nbsp; She recognized this as a wordless apology -- the usual kind from men, she'd found -- and accepted it as such, reaching down now and then to kiss him or stroke his face.&nbsp; Sometimes she giggled as he found a faintly ticklish spot, but mainly she watched him almost gravely, unconsciously fixing the scene in her memory.<br><br>She forced a frown as he smiled up at her, and now tapped his nose lightly with a finger.&nbsp; "Do you have lots of bad habits like that?&nbsp; Now's the time to 'fess up, as long as you're already on your knees."&nbsp; A smile broke through a little, in spite of her best efforts, but she shook her head in mock disappointment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 18:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh... not that I can <em>think</em> of. But probably..." Charles responded solemnly.<br><br>Then, with a smile and a mischevious glimmer in his eye, he added to it, "Would you consider it a bad habit if I had sex with you while you were asleep? Cause if so, I won't do that... Again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 18:48:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, you men never can think of them," she replied, with equal solemnity, shaking her head again.&nbsp; "I'm not sure you even know that they are bad habits until it gets pointed out to you."<br><br>As he continued, though, she felt a faint surge of alarm.&nbsp; The next moment she realized that he had to be teasing her.&nbsp; She would never have slept through <em>that</em>.&nbsp; But still, he seemed so perfectly sincere, if not exactly serious, that for a moment she felt off-balance, wondering if he had tried something on her sleeping form, even if not actual sex.<br><br>"You didn't," she said, firmly, not letting him see her waver.&nbsp; "Feeling me up I just might sleep through, but not you jumping me.&nbsp; Not the way you jump."&nbsp; She glared again, as best she could, at least, while fighting back giggles.&nbsp; "But anyway, if you're going to have sex with me, you should at least have the decency to wake me up.&nbsp; Of course, there's poking me awake... and poking me awake..."&nbsp; She grinned mischievously and kissed him once more, holding him against her firmly for a moment before she started shifting to obey his request.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 05:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seriously?" he asked, arcing up his eyebrows. "You mean that if we were sleeping next to each other, and I happened to wake up horny only to discover that you were already wet and ready to go, you wouldn't want me to just take it? Believe me, it's not something you really could sleep through anyway, and waking up in the middle of sex is sooo.... uuuuuhhhhnnnn!" he said, making a noise at the end that seemed to suggest something indescribably fantastic.<br><br>"Anyhow, if that's how you feel, I'll try to keep that in mind... but for my part, you can play with my stiff cock when I'm sleeping as much as you want... There's nothing more incredible then waking up with the woman," he faltered for just a moment, but quickly recovered, "you're seeing going down on you, or mounting you.<br><br>"Ok, let me at that pussy now. I gotta play with it, I mean clean it now... Rawr!" Charles said playfully, pushing her up against the shower stall wall.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 15:35:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, first of all, I don't think I'd sleep for more than a couple of seconds of that, anyway," she said, feeling vaguely defensive.&nbsp; "But I don't know, no one's ever done that to me."&nbsp; She shrugged, now realizing that it was also his hesitation making her feel strange.&nbsp; For just an instant, she was ready to blurt it out, though even then she wasn't sure exactly what she'd say.&nbsp; It just seemed ridiculous that they could talk about anything, apparently, except that one thing.<br><br>But the urge passed, probably thankfully.&nbsp; "I don't know, try it sometime, I guess.&nbsp; We'll both find out if I like it or not."&nbsp; She tried to frown scoldingly at his enthusiasm, but only giggled.&nbsp; "Just watch your tongue," she said, laughing as he got impatient and leaned her against the wall.&nbsp; "And watch me, I'm still sore down there, you know.&nbsp; All because of you and you bad habits."&nbsp; She waggled a finger at him, mock scolding, and spread her legs invitingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 15:50:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've only been able to try that once, with my Ex. Most of the time, I don't wake up first and stuff. Besides, you'd have to already be ready for it. You know how guys sometimes get hard when they're asleep, or wake up with wood?" he asked, as he started to very gently rub the soapy washcloth along her most sensitive areas.<br><br>"Well, women also periodically get aroused in their sleep too. I wouldn't try it if you weren't, or if you were sleeping in the wrong position. Anyhow that time with the Ex, it was... <em>nice</em>. For both of us. I'd like trying that with you, but only if you'd be ok with it.<br><br>"Of course, in return, if you ever wake-up wanting some, and I'm sleeping but ready to go," he chuckled, "just take it... or try. I'll warn you... although I don't ever remember it, she said that sometimes I'd get ticklish or something, and push her away.<br><br>"Ok, you're all clean in the front now... turn around."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 16:23:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was listening, nodding and making little sounds of agreement in the right places, and his words were sinking in.&nbsp; But she was also biting her lip, trying not to moan or whimper outright as he cleaned.&nbsp; He did an excellent job of being careful, but she was still raw and sore, and though this certainly didn't feel bad, it wasn't entirely good, either.<br><br>So it was both a relief and a disappointment when he told her to turn, and she blinked back to full awareness.&nbsp; She obeyed, still bemused, and again leaned against the wall.&nbsp; "Wow, it's touchy down there.&nbsp; I mean, you did a good job, but still.&nbsp; Does it look awful?&nbsp; I bet I look awful back there," she said, suddenly embarrassed to let him see even though it had all been his idea.&nbsp; "You'd better not jump me in my sleep tonight, at least," she added, then wondered at her own quiet presumption that they would spend another night together, which might be awkward, with work the next day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 17:36:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gently spread her cheeks apart, to look at her cute little puckered hole. Then he kissed one of her cheeks close to her opening, and then kissed the others.<br><br>"Looks gorgeous. A little pinker then normal I think, but gorgeous nonetheless. Just like you..." He carefully lathered up the washcloth, and continued to speak.<br><br>"Tonight? You planning on staying tonight? It's not a problem if you want, but I figured that you'd be heading home... I suppose that we could head over to your place and you could pack a bag if you want to dodge elbows, knees, and cocks again tonight. I'd like that... but it's not all that convenient."<br><br>Just as gently as he had before, he used the washcloth to apply the suds to her ass... and that couldn't help but start to give him a slight swelling to his painfully overused member. He mused that perhaps because he had not shot a proper load last time, that still had "a loaded gun" between his legs. <em>Maybe I could just slip it in and...</em> he quickly dismissed the thought. He was already sore, and if they started with that again, they might never make it out of the apartment.<br><br>He went forward enough with the washcloth to rub her pussy some more. He was very gentle, but feeling her contours through the wet cloth, it made him want to slip a finger up inside of her, or try to wedge his half hard member into her again. He eventually realized that he had slowly and subtly switched from washing to fondling. He wanted to use his tongue on her. Slip it up inside of her, and he wasn't feeling particularly picky as to which hole he used... But he knew that it would hurt like hell to do that.<br><br><em>God, she makes me ache for her...</em> he thought. He forced himself to take his hands away from her beautiful entrances, and directed the water stream toward her to rinse the suds away. Once he'd silently inspected her, and found her sud free, he stood and got off of his aching knees. <br><br>"Michelle... would you like me wash your back now... or would you rather have me wash your front first?" Charles leaned in close enough when he asked to allow his half hard cock to brush past her tight, beautiful buns. He decided that he'd pretend the rub was accidental if she commented on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:37:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle shivered, forced to bite back another whimper of a slightly different kind as he kissed her so softly.&nbsp; Slowly, pleasure was beginning to overpower discomfort.&nbsp; It was making her feel like a nymphomaniac.&nbsp; Not that she <em>really</em> wanted to go again.&nbsp; There was shopping to do, and he'd be too tired for sure.&nbsp; Maybe they'd just have to try shopping quickly...<br><br>It was such a gradual process, it took her a while to realize that cleaning had become a secondary motive for him.&nbsp; Suddenly she really cursed his injury, thinking how perfect his tongue would feel right now, and then groaned to herself over how she was acting.&nbsp; This was really ridiculous -- mind-blowing, but still ridiculous.<br><br>But in spite of trying her best to talk herself out of it, she was getting aroused again, very slowly, and almost painfully.&nbsp; It was definitely unsettling, and she wondered for a moment if she really <em>was</em> a nymphomaniac.&nbsp; It was no surprise to feel him brush against her -- it wasn't the roomiest of showers -- but it was a surprise to realize, the next instant, that it had felt like a semi-hard cock brushing against her.&nbsp; She pressed back against him, suddenly dying to know if it was.&nbsp; If he was getting excited again, too, she'd have to conclude there were aphrodisiacs in his apartment somewhere, because this wasn't like her.<br><br>"Oh, nevermind... I wasn't thinking, I forgot about work tomorrow.&nbsp; That's okay, though, I think we both need to rest," she added dryly.&nbsp; "Here, wash my front," she invited, wriggling against him a little and smiling as she detected that bit of arousal behind her.&nbsp; It was far from stiff, but trying, and that alone was a miracle.&nbsp; "Good thing you don't mind washing me, hm?&nbsp; In fact, you kind of seem to like it..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 01:06:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles suddenly felt crushing disappointment that she wouldn't be spending the night again. Still it <em>was</em> for the best. They didn't know each other all that well. This was just a beginning of, well <em>something</em>. What do you call it when a gold digger hooks up with a guy looking primarily for some action? He wasn't sure if the term relationship truly applied, but what other terms were there? He'd almost say that it was like having a mistress, except that he wasn't in a committed relationship. Regardless of <em>what</em> this was, it was just the beginning. It wasn't like he could just move her in... although promises of more sex like they'd been having certainly added a degree of yearning to keep her close, overused genitals or no.<br><br>Before she could turn, before he could conceal the uncertainty on his face, he leaned forward and kissed her gently in the small of her back. It was a slow, lingering, loving kiss, with soft lips that seduced more by the emotion they conveyed then by the traces of lust present in the kiss. Then he kissed low on her shoulderblades, slowly and lingeringly as before. He raised, and kissed the base of her neck, and then like his lips were catspaws, the kisses softly walked up to the nap of her neck, and one of his hands held her hair aside to expose her soft skin.<br><br>Then he bit he neck, like a tom cat in heat might, turning his head and taking as much of her neck into his mouth as he could. His hard teeth brushed her skin, pressing in enough to be a subtle threat, but not enough to hurt. He scraped his front teeth across her skin, scraping, but careful not to hurt her. Finally, the scraping evolved to tiny, playful nibbles that turned to playful little kisses. <br><br>"Turn around, so I can wash your front," he said into her neck. He didn't back away from her at all. He wanted a kiss, and so kept virtually atop of her, so when she turned, they have only inches between their mouths.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 02:13:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly awkwardness didn't seem to make much difference, and for a second, she was ready to brave any inconvenience or even out and out harrassment at work about the whole relationship, just so she could stay tonight, and the next night, and maybe even the next.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what would happen after that, or even sure if she could call this a relationship, but she didn't really feel like thinking much further ahead just yet.<br><br>She sighed at each kiss, biting her lip as he worked his way slowly up her neck, shivering as he lifted her hair and kept right on going.&nbsp; Then she felt the edge of his teeth, and gasped, thinking inevitably of the last time he'd bitten her, only a short time ago.&nbsp; He'd been inside her then, and her sex throbbed at the memory.&nbsp; It dissolved into nibbles, and she smiled, half-tickled, arching her neck to let him roam.<br><br>"You can't wash it from there?" she murmured, but she obeyed, turning very slowly, enjoying every second of his skin sliding against hers.&nbsp; Finally she was facing him, and kissed her way along his cheek, tracing a steady path until he reached his lips, and she met them with slow, deep passion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:01:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles' half erect member stabbed her right thigh awkwardly as he moved forward to embrace and kiss Michelle. A quick hand movement pointed the member straight up, so they could pin the offending beast between their bellies as the kissed. And he returned her kisses, deeply, passionately, not wanting it to end. He even, painfully, slid his tongue into her mouth, quite intentionally, and with a mildly suppressed whimper. The kissing continued on, painfully, but sweet. The pinned beast between them throbbed, and grew a little harder.<br><br>Finally, he pulled away for air. The sound of the bathroom's fan suddenly sounded strange, and he became aware of the water hitting his back again. For a while there, all of that, the whole outside world, had just been lost to him.<br><br>He did not want to break the kiss. But there were practical considerations to attend to, as unpleasant as allowing the real world to interupt them was. He slid a muscular leg in between hers, and leaned back a little further. He took Michelle's slender, well turned leg between his own hairy legs, and gripped it with his thighs. He smiled with his eyes, and bit his lower lip as he soaped up the washcloth to wash her front. There were practical considerations afterall, and the hot water wouldn't last forever. Still, he just didn't feel like explaining it all. She wasn't stupid, and he was sure that she would understand all that he wanted to tell her, and perhaps even some of what was true that he didn't want to tell her, just by his actions, by the gleam in his eyes, and the heavy testicles resting on her leg with the attached man snake pointing at her hip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:28:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled, though she was still amazed that either of them could be quite so affectionate.&nbsp; The fact that he managed to slide his tongue into her mouth was even more amazing, and she whimpered in sympathy, wincing inwardly as she thought of how that must feel.&nbsp; Even so, it didn't seem to slow him down... not any part of him.<br><br>Her eyes flickered open as he pulled away, her faintly stunned gaze studying him quietly for a moment.&nbsp; She looked down at his shaft, still not completely hard, it seemed, but well on the way, then slowly turned to meet his eyes again.&nbsp; "You're crazy, you know," she murmured, smiling almost shyly, still watching his face as her hand traced gently up his shaft, feeling it throb beneath her fingers.&nbsp; "We're both crazy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 05:54:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles smiled, and grabbed the other washcloth. He dropped the soapy one on his cock, and then put her hand on it. He then soaped up the other washcloth, and once it was sudsy, he applied it to her chest. He slowly, sensually started soaping her up, starting from the neck, and working his way down.<br><br>"Crazy?" he shrugged, "Wouldn't have it any other way... Would you mind washing that thing for me? Careful, it's a little sore. Oh, and I really <em>would</em> like to finish washing instead of fucking you again. So try not to look so sexy all sudded up, ok? We can always screw later, when we're <em>not</em> trying to get out of the house."<br><br>As he moved a little lower to start soaping up her breasts, he murmured aloud to himself, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Hmm... nipples."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 15:11:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only a little?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.&nbsp; She suddenly remembered biting him there, and though it had been all at his direction, she felt both obscurely guilty and very slightly more aroused, since the whole thing had set him off pretty effectively.&nbsp; Biting back laughter, she lightly gripped the washcloth and began rubbing it slowly over his shaft, amazed again that it could be so hard.<br><br>"Okay, how can I look less sexy?&nbsp; I mean, I look how I look, when all I'm wearing is suds.&nbsp; Should I try to look mean?"&nbsp; She made a face that was supposed to look disapproving, but failed miserably, before she shook her head, giggling.&nbsp; "No, that never works."<br><br>Then she burst into laughter at last, unable to resist anymore.&nbsp; "Yeah, nipples.&nbsp; Very good.&nbsp; Do you know what these are called?"&nbsp; She lifted her free hand and waggled her fingers at him, still laughing, and now only fitfully cleaning him off in her distraction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 03:16:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed with her, and when she waggled her fingers before him asking if he knew what those were called, he laughed even harder. Obviously, he was thinking of something that made him laugh even harder. It took him a little bit before he got himself under control enough to answer her. He was laughing too hard to concentrate on washing her, and her sudsy breasts were neglected while he laughed.<br><br>Adopting the cartoonish voice of a caveman, he responded, "No. Thag not know, wiggly tings called. Thag knows where wiggly tings go. Go here," he tapped her between the legs with his knee. "Make wet noise. Make Thag tummy feel funny."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 14:59:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stop that!" she managed to exclaim between giggles, convinced that she really shouldn't be laughing so hard at such humor.&nbsp; "And here I thought you wanted to get out of the apartment at last," she teased.&nbsp; She'd squealed faintly at the tap of his knee, and was really starting to think that showering together was still too dangerous, even tired as they were.<br><br>Reaching up with one soapy finger, she tapped his nose.&nbsp; "Thag need wash.&nbsp; Then shop.&nbsp; Then play with wiggly things," she said, as gruffly as she could manage while threatening to break into laughter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 21:02:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, that sounds like a deal," Charles smiled, dropping the fake caveman accent, "So go out, look at sexy stuff, buy some sexy stuff, and then come back here and <em>do</em> some sexy stuff? Hmm... it would only be perfect if I hadn't broken my tongue. That way I could torment you mercilessly with my tongue, my lips, my teeth, but mostly my tongue, and make you come on my face some more..."<br><br>Charles' cock actually twitched and grew a little harder when he talked about performing oral on Michelle again. He ignored it, and scooped her up, sudsy chest, belly and all, and pulled her close to kiss her. It also turned him on, the way that the movement pressed her sex against his leg. He kissed, and he brought the soapy washcloth around to her back, to start slathering her back in slippery suds while kissing and sucking on her lower lip. <br><br>The he pulled her closer, and put his mouth to her ear. "Oh yeah... keep scrubbing that filthy, ass fucking cock. Get it nice and clean, so I can put in your mouth or pussy. You know you're going to want it again, huh?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 21:24:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's the deal," she replied, grinning as she felt his shaft twitch against her leg.&nbsp; Then she squealed as he lifted her up, clinging to him instinctively, since she knew she would be hard to hang on to, wet and soapy as she was.&nbsp; But she still couldn't resist the urge to wriggle, just enough to make them rub together in some interesting ways -- all in the name of getting clean, of course.<br><br>She'd mourned his wounded tongue once more, as he'd whispered those words about tormenting her with it, and wondered, with faint hope, if there was a way to heal it up sooner.&nbsp; But if that had gotten her excited, the next things he said threatened to make her run a little wild.&nbsp; She bit her lip, and for a split-second, she felt like she hadn't had sex for months, and was desperate for some.<br><br>She nuzzled at his ear, whispering just as quietly.&nbsp; "I want it any time you can give it," she said, practically purring.&nbsp; "That's how I mark my territory -- I wear you out until you can't even think of jumping any other girl."&nbsp; She grinned, tugging very gently on his earlobe with her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 02:22:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hhmmm..." he moaned as she tugged on earlobe. "Uh... two year dry spell between ex and you... probably not much of a chance of me 'jumping another girl'...<br><br>"Still, I'll probably turn you into a totally kinky nympho if you're trying to keep up... and we should <em>totally do that</em>; it sounds like fun. Don't worry; I've slowed down a lot in my old age. Gone are the days of wacking off thirty plus times in a day... ok, well I only did that <em>once</em>, and rubbed the skin off in a few places, but hell, I was 16, single, and it just stayed hard <em>all</em> the time... Yeah, my libido's always been a little overcharged...<br><br>"Uh... hope this is turning you on instead of scaring you off. That whole, 'most married couples only have sex one or twice a week thing,' yeah, I'd <em>never</em> be able to do that. For me, a slow spell is once or twice <em>a day</em>."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 02:48:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At first she'd thought he was kidding, but soon realized he meant every word.&nbsp; She wasn't sure of the statistics for teenage boys playing with themselves, but he'd probably beaten some sort of record.&nbsp; "You rub skin off yourself, you break your tongue... yeah, I'd say your libido's a little overcharged."&nbsp; She shook her head, bemused, and a little nervous, but definitely not scared, even though she kept thinking she should be.<br><br>"So I shouldn't ask how you survived that two-year dry spell, huh?&nbsp; But I'm no longer surprised that you keep wanting more."&nbsp; She grinned, nuzzling at his neck now, thoroughly enjoying being sudsy with him.&nbsp; "Just as long as all that will keep you happy for an hour or so, while we handle the buying sexy things part, we're good."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 07:51:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"How I got through? Well, lots of dirty Klean-Exes for one thing," he said with a large grin on his face. A small part of his brain told him that he should be embarrassed by the admission, but for some reason, he wasn't.<br><br>He thought about what she said about keeping him happy for a bit so they can go out, and concluded that she'd willing to go again if he wanted. He smiled. He did want to, despite the subtle pain he was feeling down there, despite the fact that she said that she was sore too. There was a naughty appeal to knowing that they'd had too much, and then having more. Yet what he'd said about slowing down was true. He knew that he might just have one more go left in him today, and he thought it would be a shame to spend it before even having her model any of that sexy underwear for him that he was going to buy for her. Yes, he did want her to model it, to parade for his pleasure.<br><br>He <em>really</em> wanted to see her in a thong. A sexy black thong, showing off her perfect little ass for him. Something to frame that ass, to ride up that perfect valley between her buns, a constant reminder to her when she wore it that he was an ass man with a taste for sodomy. He decided then, at that very moment, that he wanted to buy more then just sexy underwear for her. He wanted some toys too. He wanted one of those glass buttplugs he'd seen in some of his movies, something he could slide up inside of her when she was wearing a thong for him. It was something he could use on her ass while he was eating her out, and perhaps not tear the membrane beneath his tongue by over exerting it by trying to press it into her ass.<br><br>He looked in her eyes, and wondered if she'd wear a thong, or if she'd let him use a buttplug on her. Well, perhaps he shouldn't ask her, he should just tell her how it would be. He thought it was a bit of an assholish move, but despite the burgeoning feelings that he had, there was no point in pretending that she was here for anything other then his pocketbook. If it wasn't for that, she wouldn't be here. If it wasn't for that, she likely wouldn't stay, or be so willing to indulge his kinks, at least not so early in the relationship. Besides, many women liked guys that were assholes, for whatever inscrutable reason. So he didn't ask her. Looking straight into her eyes, he simply told her.<br><br>"I'm going to buy you some thongs. Maybe some other stuff too, but definitely some thongs. I like how they frame a woman's cheeks, and draw the eye to her ass. You're going to learn to like wearing them for me. And you're getting a smooth, clear glass buttplug too. I don't think we'll use it much today... I think you're too sore back there for it. But once my tongue gets better, I'm going to take some extreme pleasure in using it on you while I eat you out. Understand?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 15:59:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle just giggled at his admission, also not as embarrassed as she probably should be.&nbsp; The water was still warm, they were still soapy and in each other's arms, and everything was all right.<br><br>Then he spoke again, and it was as if the water had abruptly turned cold again.&nbsp; It wasn't what he was saying... that was, well, raunchy, but she was getting used to that.&nbsp; It was the way he was saying it, not conversationally but almost flatly.&nbsp; Almost ordering.<br><br>She didn't consider herself a feminist in the usual, slightly scary sense of the term, but neither did she let anyone push her around, at least she tried not to.&nbsp; His tone wasn't angry or threatening or even especially rude, really, but something made her think that she should rebel, right now.<br><br>But she wasn't here to rebel.&nbsp; She was here for -- well, the money.&nbsp; That would do for a reason for now.&nbsp; She had to think of the larger picture.&nbsp; It wasn't like he was demanding that she wear a collar or get pierced in some strange place.&nbsp; She didn't mind wearing thongs, and no buttplug could make her as sore as he already had, she thought.<br><br>So after a brief moment of hesitation, all these thoughts flying through her mind and echoing in her wide, faintly confused gaze, she nodded, slowly.&nbsp; "All right," she said, shivering, and not in an entirely pleasant way.&nbsp; Once more this was a business arrangement, it seemed, and she didn't like that anymore.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 00:48:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle's reaction wasn't quite what Charles was hoping for or expecting. The flat, mechanical way that she answered left him feeling cold. It was... disheartening. He realized what it was though, almost immediately. He'd broken the mood. <br><br>It wasn't so much that they both pretended that this wasn't a business arrangement all the time, but it was the stating of it, even indirectly, that brought things back to an ugly reality. Without so blatantly referring to what this was all about, they could both pretend that there were other reasons, good reasons to be here like this. They could ignore the reality of things, push the unpleasant thoughts away. He decided that it would be better to stay away from the topic, and not to order her anymore. At least not to order her like he just had, but perhaps he could find other, more subtle means instead. <br><br>Still, he felt mournful for reasons he had trouble putting his thumb on. There was something, something deep inside that hinted at the reason he suddenly felt bad, but he was too afraid to really look closely at it. He somehow knew that it was a dangerous truth.<br><br>He felt a sudden need to fix this. He did not want her feeling bad. He did not want to feel guilty for making her feel bad either. So he spoke, not really sure at first what he was going to say, just plunging in and saying it.<br><br>"I'm sorry. I stated that poorly. I, you know, wanted it to sound sexy and hot, not... like it did. I, <em>really</em> want to do that... but I don't want it to be, uh, I dunno... Bad? Like I wanted it to be like a guy and his willing sex slave, not like..." <em>a guy and his prostitute</em>, Charles thought but cut his words off just before saying them. He suddenly realized that he was steering directly for the rocks, taking the conversation straight to the place he'd just determined that he didn't want to go. Gah! He was so much better when he could just be honest about stuff. He felt the magic, the pretense and game that they'd been playing crashing to a halt with his clumsy words. <br><br><em>God! I'm such a dweeb!</em> he thought... <em>I just have NO game whatsoever, do I?</em> He realized that it had been too long since he'd said anything, yet at the same time, realized that he seemed to have nothing that he could say to make things better. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck, he just froze up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 01:48:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For most of this speech, Michelle just stared, wide-eyed, like she was watching two trains rush towards each other.&nbsp; She flinched as he stopped himself just before he said something irreparable, and belatedly put her hand up over his mouth.&nbsp; "Men never know when to stop talking," she said, quietly, managing a brief, rueful smile.&nbsp; "Next time, just go as far as 'I stated that poorly', and then stop.&nbsp; Okay?"<br><br>She smiled briefly again, almost as unsure of what to do now as he was.&nbsp; Letting go of him and pulling away seemed the wrong thing, and also impractical in the close quarters.&nbsp; But they were at something of a crossroads, and they had to pick a direction.&nbsp; For a minute she just wanted to haul it all out in the open, to set rules and limits, and make it really a business proposition.&nbsp; But her heart ached at the thought, and she had to try and help them both back to the way they'd been just a few minutes ago.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly honest, but it had already been some of the best times of her life.<br><br>"We're probably almost out of hot water," she continued, managing something like a normal tone.&nbsp; "We'd better hurry up, see what they have at the store."&nbsp; That almost made things worse again, and she kissed his cheek to distract them both from the whole question of money.&nbsp; She was starting to hate money, as much as she needed it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:03:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah," he said lamely, and was then unsure of what else to say. Her eyes were sad, and it hurt him to see them like that. He carefully stood up fully, and lifted her back up as well. Impulsively, he lifted her off her feet entirely, and switched places with her, so the water could stream across her, to wash away the soap and grime and maybe the memory of the last few minutes.<br><br>He watched the suds stream down her body, down and away from her. He smiled, still a little sad, but trying to ignore that. With the bar of soap firmly in-hand, he started washing himself a little more thoroughly, and carefully avoided eye contact with her until the mood improved. He felt like it would be hard to lie, and to pretend joviality when looking in her eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;"Better hurry..." he said playfully, "otherwise I might just have to bite your nipples. You already said you're a little sore everywhere else, so I need to concentrate my effections there, give you the total package."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:50:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She took hold of his arms, gasping faintly, but there was no squealing or giggling this time, no sense of play, and only a beat later did she realize the lack and feel a fraction more lost and alone, just a little more hopeless.&nbsp; He was trying, and she was grateful for that, but it seemed like trying, and that only made her mourn what was missing a little more.<br><br>She was rinsed clean in a few moments, watching quietly as he finished washing himself off.&nbsp; The tension had faded, but it was still clinging to them, making her feel frustrated and off somehow, not quite where she wanted to be, or should be.<br><br>His voice was so close to his usual teasing tone that she would never have realized the difference if she hadn't been listening for it.&nbsp; Or maybe it <em>was</em> just as usual, and she was only hearing things that weren't there.&nbsp; "Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" she said, playing along.&nbsp; "You're totally obsessed with biting.&nbsp; That's an oral fixation, you know, and it means that you never really grew up."&nbsp; She nodded sagely, just as though she knew exactly what she was talking about.&nbsp; It was still forced, even more unreal than it had been before, but it was a start.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 05:58:09</strong>
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				"Oh really," he said, moving forward toward her. He put his hands on her shoulders to gently guide her back toward the back wall, so she wouldn't hog the water that he wanted so he could rinse himself. Suddenly the shower felt too small for two to him. It hadn't felt that way before.<br><br>"So, little miss smarty pants - what does my anal fixation mean, hmm?" Charles had meant it to sound fun and humorous, but to his own ears, his question sounded more sarcastic then funny. Still, he was trying to put the ugly moment behind them, and he thought that she was too. <br><br>Why should he be upset anyhow? He had a gorgeous, naked woman in his shower, and she'd already proven more then willing to indulge him in his dirty, kinky ways, and perhaps even go further in some ways than anyone else ever had. He should be happy, ecstatic, not feeling like crap.<br><br>He somehow felt distracted and irritated by the cock bobbing between the two of them. There was another thing too. At her apparent discomfort, her pain, her humiliation, it had seemed to swell a little more, to grow more excited. Not only was that a distraction, but it just seemed <em>wrong</em> somehow. It was like a little betrayal that it became excited when it shouldn't... But what did it say about him that it should happen. Was a hint of some carefully hidden misogyny that it would react like that, or that there was something seriously wrong with <em>him</em>?<br><br>As he pushed her back, and rinsed, he had to suppress the impulse to hide the growing member between his legs. Let her look on it - it's not like he could hide it, whatever the hell it meant. He suddenly wondered if she would feel objectified and humiliated if he threw her down on the bed in a moment, and took her after all of this. At that thought, the alien thing between his legs grew even larger, to being fully erect. While he rinsed the last of the soap from his body, and pondered with a growing sense of wonder and horror at how his body reacted, a part of him suddenly knew that he wanted to take her inappropriately, and it hoped that she would feel objectified, humiliated, and small. <br><br>He simultaneously felt like he'd be sick, and that he'd explode if he did not take her sex and her pride. He'd just found an unsuspected monstrous aspect of his own personality. He was overwhelmed; he didn't know what to do, what to say, or what to think. With a shaking hand, he reached up and turned off the shower. He then turned, and started walking away. <em>What's wrong with me? I don't </em>deserve <em>a woman if I'm this fucked up,</em> he thought. But the image of grabbing her, and just throwing her on the bed and ravishing her the instant she followed him out of the bathroom flashed through his mind, and his cock nodded it's agreement that it must be done. Uncertainty filled him, and he turned to watch her come out of the bathroom. There was just this thing inside that wanted to hurt her, and he couldn't fathom why, while a higher self seemed to look down in horror trying to keep it from happening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 06:42:50</strong>
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				Again Michelle couldn't decide if he really sounded strange, or if she was only hearing things that weren't there.&nbsp; She stepped out of the way, unknowingly echoing his thought about the size of the shower.&nbsp; It was bizarre, to think that those few words had changed everything so completely, but they had, and there was no going back.&nbsp; Not quite.<br><br>"Oh, same thing.&nbsp; It's all very Freudian."&nbsp; She kept her voice light, or tried to.&nbsp; Did she sound tense, a little frightened, perhaps?&nbsp; She couldn't decide, any more than she'd been able to decide about him.&nbsp; Nor could she miss the fact that his cock was at its full length now, and this time she didn't want to know exactly what had caused that.&nbsp; She wasn't frightened, she told herself, or at least not very frightened.&nbsp; She'd hoped for too much, that was all, wished for more than she could have.&nbsp; That was nothing new at all.&nbsp; They'd work out some strained deal between them, or maybe simply part ways, and that would be that.&nbsp; It was her own fault that the idea made her so stupidly sentimental.<br><br>Though she sensed his tension, was hyperaware of it and watching his every move discreetly and almost unconsciously, it was lucky that she didn't know his thoughts.&nbsp; She only knew that he was abruptly leaving, without a word, and she wondered, almost hopefully, if he was repenting of some of the things he'd said.&nbsp; Uncertain, she stepped out of the shower after him, picking up a towel to dry off, and following him hesitantly.&nbsp; They should talk, perhaps, at least a little, even if it was only to say that they'd discuss it again later, when they were both calmer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 10:01:32</strong>
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				As he stood there at the foot of the bed and watched her come out of the bathroom and into the natural light in the bedroom, he couldn't help but notice her beauty and her fear. It was a subtle thing, but he could see the fear; undoubtedly there was some instinct inside of her that told her that she was in jeopardy. Charles knew that her instincts were correct, and the very thought terrified him. It exilerated him too. There was some predator instinct within him that reveled in her fear.<br><br>He stood there, his phallus bobbing and salivating in excitement like some chained beast, and two contrary forces within him warred. Then, as if from somewhere else, there was the voice of rationality from within. <em>You're about to loose her. Say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, and she'll be gone, forever. You don't want that. You want this arrangement. More then this arrangement even. Don't be stupid. Don't do anything you'll regret. Get a grip.</em><br><br>He looked down, and he sighed. He tried to push away the ugly instincts, shove them back to whatever dark recess of his psyche from whence they'd come... but such things were not so easy to do. And the primal instincts seemed stronger then the altruistic ones. His rational self suggested that perhaps he could redirect those dark impulses, channel them toward something non-destructive.<br><br>He sighed again, and there was a hint of a moan on his voice. It seemed natural to let that rational part take the driver's seat, to give voice to his forbidden needs, to find a path to grant his desires. He looked into her pretty eyes for a moment as he started speaking, but couldn't hold the look for long before his eyes flitted away. "I'm sorry. It's been a long time for me. Lonely, and all that. My last relationship didn't end well. The last year was pretty bad, and then I found out she was cheating...<br><br>"So, forgive me if I'm not doing so good. Everything was going great," he glanced back at her eyes, "But then I said something stupid, and here we are. All my fault."<br><br>He shrugged and looked away, "And despite that, you can still do this to me without even trying." He pushed his cock down toward the floor, released it, and it lunged back up, a dog tugging at its leash. <br><br>"It wants you..." the rational part twisted the words, made it sound like it was the salivating cock that wanted her, not the thing inside, "now, like it's never wanted anyone."<br><br>Charles' heart pounded in his chest. The dark desire was almost overwhelming. That sly part of him, the liar that he rarely let out was working its magic, twisting words, meanings, seeding every misdirection with the truth, and every truth with a lie. "I was going to wait, wait until we got back from the shopping trip, but this <em>thing</em>," he said, squeezing his cock, turning the tip red with the pressure of his grasp, but actually refering to the dark thing inside, "it doesn't want to wait, it wants you now...<br><br>"You said before that you'd like to try something, let me handcuff you. How about instead, I bind your hands to the headboard with my robe's draw tie, and do some naughty things to you now? That way, when we go out, we'll have a better idea of what kind of kinky stuff to buy. If we don't like this, then I'll know better then to buy restraints or anything like that. Instead, I can focus on things we'll actually enjoy."<br><br>Somehow, he already knew that he was going to like tying her up if she allowed it. Somehow the idea appealed to him, to that great dark shadow within. It appealed in the same way as the idea of humiliating her, or hurting her feelings, or seeing her tears. It came to him then, what that darkness was. It wasn't a thing of hatred, of beastly urges, or any of the other things he'd imagined. Instead, it was a different sort of beast, but like any unfed animal, it was feral and ragged. It was a desire, a need to control, to be in charge, to dominate. The little that he'd fed it these last few days had only made it rage against its restraints, to demand <em>more</em>. It was hungry.<br><br>Charles smiled. It was a genuine smile, born of relief that the monster that he'd found inside wasn't so bad as he'd imagined it was. But there was a bit of the hungry predator on the smile as well. The excitement that he felt now was tremendous, he was virtually shaking with it, and his cock throbbed all the harder. For reasons that he could only guess at, he strongly suspected that she'd allow him this, telling herself <em>she'd try it just this once</em>. With those predator's instincts that were now at the forefront, he suspected that she'd like it too, like every harsh thing that he would do to her. A wolf knows the scent of a lamb.<br><br>The thing in the shower, the ugliness there, it was a thing now forgotten to his mind. He was focused in on what he desired, and the best ways to get it. He took a few tentative steps toward her, wanting to embrace her. He decided then that he wasn't going to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. He knew the guilt would be crushing if he did force her, but there was another thing too. It was sweeter to corrupt then to force.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 15:54:03</strong>
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				As he spoke, she stayed absolutely silent, and very still, the towel crumpled in her hands and held in front of her like a shield, thin and pathetic as it was.&nbsp; She felt his warring impulses, again without completely understanding them, but she knew that things were changing once again.&nbsp; And for all his sudden quiet, his rationality, his asking rather than telling, she wasn't sure she would really have any control over how they changed.&nbsp; It was easy to say that was what it all came down to -- control -- and maybe it was too simplistic, but maybe it wasn't.<br><br>It might have been funny, the way he spoke of himself and his penis as two completely separate things.&nbsp; It might have been sad, rousing her empathy as he talked about his cheating ex.&nbsp; She knew how that went.&nbsp; But it wasn't quite either of those things, because that faint undercurrent of menace was still there.&nbsp; She was a naked woman, in the bedroom with a naked man, with a raging erection between them, and while ten minutes ago that would only have excited and flattered her, now she wasn't sure how she felt.<br><br>Ten minutes ago, she would have put up a show of reluctance, teased him about being naughty, then given in to his suggestion without a second thought.&nbsp; Now she hesitated, trying to read his expression, weighing his every word, every pause.&nbsp; For the first time, she wasn't sure he was telling her everything.<br><br>Her eyes kept moving towards his bobbing cock, and she had to force her gaze away.&nbsp; She couldn't think straight, and the sight of it was only making things worse.&nbsp; "You... you'll untie me if I ask you to?&nbsp; As soon as I ask you to?"&nbsp; Her voice was small, unsteady, and she was half-surprised to discover what she was saying.&nbsp; She should be telling him he was crazy to think she'd turn around and trust him like this after what he'd said.&nbsp; She should be saying that if he didn't behave, she was out of there.&nbsp; But even without physical restraints, it seemed she was still at his mercy.&nbsp; Maybe she wanted to be at his mercy.<br><br>"Promise?" she asked, and now there was real pleading in her eyes, her hands clenching the towel, her whole body tensed to run.&nbsp; Her eyes studied his face more closely than ever, searching for any hint of hesitation or deception.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 17:18:53</strong>
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				Charles looked her right in the eye, and without any hesitation or waver in his voice said, "I promise," and he meant it. At the same time, his heartbeat kicked up high enough to where he could hear it, like he was exercising hard, and his cock gave one hard, long spasm between them.<br><br>"I don't know how to tell you how excited this makes me. I've never really done this before," he stepped closer to her, and embraced her, pulling her close, and kissing her affectionately on the mouth at the same time. There was still some tension that he could feel between them, it still wasn't like it was before, but it was getting better. <br><br>He also became aware for the first time since he stay had begun just how much larger he was then her. He had to bend a little to kiss her, and his arms easily wrapped around her and down her, to grip Michelle by her ass cheeks to pull her tight against him. He was aware of the small wet spot that was made by his throbbing manhood that was squeezed between their bellies.<br><br>As he finished with the kiss and pulled away, he said, "Thank you."<br><br>Charles turned, and retrieved the long, white, terrycloth belt from the robe. When he turned to face her again, he asked, "Michelle... What's your favorite flower?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:02:19</strong>
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				She felt instantly better at his promise -- and instantly worse.&nbsp; This was weird, it wasn't quite her, she shouldn't be going along with this.&nbsp; But she was, and in spite of her fear, beneath the very real and unsettling queasiness in her stomach, she was forced to admit that there was some real fascination, too.&nbsp; If there was also delicious anticipation, she didn't search for it.&nbsp; She couldn't, not yet.<br><br>But suddenly, he was almost his old self.&nbsp; He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her, and she felt surrounded again, pinned like before, though now she shivered, afraid to struggle against him as she had before.&nbsp; She returned his kiss a little uneasily, but began to relax, very slowly, thinking dizzily of all the other times he'd kissed her like this.<br><br>She nodded, very faintly, at his thanks, her eyes again a little wide and confused at her own reactions.&nbsp; Her gaze never left him, watching intently as he picked up the belt.&nbsp; It was soft and absolutely the opposite of imposing, but her heart lurched at the sight of it in his hand.<br><br>A moment later, she blinked, realizing his question, her eyes finally returning to his face.&nbsp; "Flower?&nbsp; I... never thought about it before."&nbsp; It seemed a bizarre change of subject, and her experience with flowers, at least with being given flowers, was limited at best.&nbsp; "Lilacs, maybe.&nbsp; Or peonies.&nbsp; Something that smells nice."&nbsp; She spoke quietly, almost flatly, again looking ready to bolt, though this time it was more because she was expecting to be told to move, or even simply moved.&nbsp; He could scoop her up and put her anywhere, and she still hardly knew how that made her feel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 18:43:55</strong>
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				He blinked in surprise at her answer. He was expecting her to say something like "roses" or "daisies". Still, it brought a small, amused smile to his face.<br><br>"Lilac then. Yeah, I think that'll be good... Uh, never really done this before, but I know a little about this kinda thing. <em>Lilac</em> is your safe word. If you tell me something hurts, or you're scared or something I might not stop. But say <em>lilac</em>, and I'll know that you're serious. I'll know that something's wrong... and I'll stop. I promise."<br><br>Charles gave her a hungry look, a look that took her all in from top to bottom. He <em>wanted</em> this. He wanted to do bad things to her, but he wanted her to like it. He knew that if he hurt her bad, or if he went to far, that she'd never trust him in something like this again. And because he knew a bit about how people went about this, even though he was utterly inexperienced and didn't even like that kind of porn, he didn't want to screw this up. He thought about what he could do to her, what he could use on her. The candles came immediately to mind, but he thought that might be too painful for her first time. He wished he had a paddle. Maybe he could use a spatula from the kitchen instead, or a leather belt. God, the possibilities of having her tied up and willing were just mind blowing. They were scary too. Now that this was leaving the realm of fantasy and going into the realm of reality, a part of him couldn't believe that he was really going to do this, or that she was really going to submit to it.<br><br>He walked around to the head of the bed, and climbed up onto it. With a little trepidation and with a soft voice, he started, "Ok, we'll start here I think. Crawl across the bed to me. I'm going to start by tying your hands to the headboard."<br><br><em>At least I have the right kind of headboard for this,</em> he mused. It was strong solid hardwood, in a Japanese inspired design. It was a black lattice of thick boards, forming squares. There was no back behind the boards, so the wall behind the headboard could be seen. There were several dozen junctures between the boards, and each one was an opportunity where she could be tied off. He'd picked out this headboard back when he was still with The Ex, but they'd never had the money to buy it. After they'd separated, during his lean times when he was trying to rebuild a livable apartment, he went ahead and bought this headboard. The bigger reason he'd bought it was that he simply liked it. But even back then, back when he was still with his ex, he'd considered the possibilities of tying her to this sturdy headboard. Despite the mild regret of not having it back then, he was happy that he was doing this the first time with Michelle, and not with his Ex.<br><br>"Michelle... I <em>really</em> want this. But I'm a little scared by this. I think you are too," he swallowed, before proceeding, "Thank you for trusting me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:24:47</strong>
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				"Lilac," she repeated, softly but steadily.&nbsp; Of course she'd heard of safe words, but had never imagined that she'd ever need one.&nbsp; She'd always been the nice girl, at least mostly.&nbsp; But a nice girl wouldn't let a man look at her the way Charles did now without protest... or feel a shiver of arousal at the look in his eyes.<br><br>She sensed his own sudden nervousness, and when he finally admitted to being scared in so many words, that was even more reassuring than his promise earlier.&nbsp; Once more they were on the same page, at least in that, and that feeling of togetherness meant more to her than anything else right now.<br><br>She nodded, again unsure what to say.&nbsp; "I am scared," she admitted, feeling it only fair that she should say the words aloud, too.&nbsp; "But of course we're scared when it's so new."&nbsp; She smiled, fleetingly, barely meeting his eyes in her shame.&nbsp; Because she was ashamed, stunned at this step and at her own willingness to take it... and yet she could not seriously consider turning back, not until she knew more, at least.&nbsp; If they held together through this, they could face anything.<br><br>She climbed slowly onto the bed, following his instructions, moving towards him on all fours.&nbsp; Her mind was racing, though few of her thoughts made sense, and fewer still really registered.&nbsp; She was focusing now on feeling and doing.&nbsp; Later, perhaps, she'd be able to think calmly about it all again.&nbsp; Until then, she hoped she could look forward to some real pleasure along with the fear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 19:48:48</strong>
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				Once she got to where he directed, he bent down to kiss her again. To him, this kiss felt right. It felt fearful, like they were both kissing each other for the reassurance that everything was going to be ok. But to him, it felt good, it felt right. He wasn't sure how long this kiss lasted, except that it felt like it lasted the right amount of time. Somehow, they were back, like they were before... except that this time he was planning on tying her up and hurting her, but even that felt right.<br><br>When he broke off the kiss, he took one of her beautiful, dainty wrists in his hand. He tied the terry cloth around it, trying to make it tight enough that she couldn't get free easily, but not so tight as to cut off the circulation.<br><br>"How is that?" he asked her, making sure that it was right before he proceeded. Once it was right, he then tied the cloth off to a cross bar in the lattice, leaving her only about three inches of movement at the hand. It was enough for her to either put her hand on the mattress, or to grab the lattice itself.<br><br>Then he laced the clothe through the lattice and repeated the process on the other side. He left her with her hands about three feet apart. Then he stretched her out along the bed, leaving her breasts low enough to rest gently on the bed, and her ass in the air. The pillows he stacked beneath her belly, putting her on display. He was very gentle in how he posed her, and the instructions he gave her. He suspected that she must be terrified this first time around, so he'd already decided that his animalistic tendencies must be kept mostly in check. Still, this was just the prelude to what he wanted to do.<br><br>Satisfied for the moment with her impromptu binding, and with her position, he climbed off the bed to get a good look at his handiwork. He sorely wished that he had something to bind her legs with to. Perhaps he had some light weight nylon rope in the closet?<br><br>After admiring her for a moment, he walked back to her, and got onto the bed. He put one hand on the small of her back, to keep her from moving there. Then he bent low toward her. He positioned himself to where he thought he'd be just out of range if she decided to rise up to kiss him. This was his power trip, he wanted to be in control. He wanted to decide when and how the kisses were given.<br><br>Almost whispering, he asked her, "How are you doing?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 06:40:21</strong>
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				Again she couldn't take her eyes away from the length of cloth, watching in edgy fascination as he tied it slowly, nodding as he asked it if was all right.&nbsp; Right now she felt like speaking would break the mood, and he seemed to feel the same, keeping his voice quiet, almost hypnotic now.&nbsp; With her hands tied now, she turned to watch him, though this was a difficult exercise.&nbsp; Perhaps he'd planned that, taking away not only her movement but also her sight, in a way.<br><br>She somehow managed not to think about the details of how he maneuvered her, only realizing what an exposed position she was in once she was settled.&nbsp; From here, she could do nothing to physically resist him, really -- she had little leverage to kick and was otherwise quite helpless.&nbsp; It was a sobering thing, to realize he'd done all that so quickly and simply.<br><br>Even without seeing him, she knew when his eyes were on her, feeling them almost like a caress.&nbsp; It was an admiring gaze, a hungry gaze, even possessive, and she knew all that without even looking.&nbsp; She kept sight of him in the corner of her eye as much as possible, but even so, she shivered as his hand finally touched her again.&nbsp; When he drew near, she at first assumed he was there for a kiss, and turned to meet him; but she could not reach and he did not move any closer.<br><br>She nodded again, hesitantly, her eyes not quite so frightened now, but still overwhelmed.&nbsp; "I'm all right," she whispered.&nbsp; "What -- what are you going to do first?"&nbsp; Perhaps she was breaking the mood now, but the words spilled out before she could stop them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 08:57:05</strong>
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				He shivered. He had so much control over her right now. That she had trusted him enough to allow him to do this to her spoke volumes. It seemed a dangerous game that he played, letting out the darkness that he'd discovered within to come out. It seemed almost too dangerous, and he was tempted to just untie her before anything that they might regret could happen.<br><br>Still, he wondered what opportunities he might miss if he did let her go without even doing anything. He was pretty sure that he was going to like this, and although he started to second guess his instincts, his instincts told him that she would like this too. Besides, she had her safe word, <em>lilac</em>, and he promised himself that if she used it, that he would immediately stop whatever he was doing.<br><br>"What am I going to do first?" he repeated the question to her, with a mischievous grin. "This," he said, with a stroke of her hair, and then leaned in and kissed her. He kissed her hard, passionately, telling her that he wanted her, needed her, that he possessed her, that she was his, and that he was grateful for all of those things. He held her with a handful of her hair while he kissed her, pulling on it enough to hurt a little like it was a leash to guide her head where he wanted it. <br><br>When he finally let go of her, he pulled away, and moved around behind her, trailing the hand that had pulled her hair down her back and to her rump. Once he reached her backside, he gave her cheek an affectionate squeeze. He knew what he wanted to try first now. With a voice thick with excitement, arousal, and a slew of powerful conflicting emotions, he asked her, "Have you ever been spanked in bed before?"<br><br>He couldn't help but stare at her, consuming her pale vulnerable flesh with his eyes. He worried that she might squirm away too easily with just her hands tied, and wished that he had gone to look for nylon cord in the storage closet. But for the moment, he didn't want to leave her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 17:18:40</strong>
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				His kiss somehow reassured her, and the simple fact that he'd answered her question at all.&nbsp; She'd been expecting him to become instantly stern, perhaps, ordering her to do strange little things simply for the sake of doing them, testing her limits.&nbsp; And he was testing them, but in a very careful and thoughtful way.&nbsp; He was learning, as they both were.<br><br>She tensed faintly as he pulled her hair, but that was all right, no more than he'd done before.&nbsp; Already she was forgetting that she was tied, though it came back to her in a rush as he pulled away and moved down her body.&nbsp; Again she could barely even turn to watch him, forced to rely on his touch to let her know where he was.&nbsp; And somehow, as soon as he gave her that squeeze, she knew what he would do.&nbsp; Her position fairly screamed for that, after all, and knowing was both a relief and a torment.<br><br>She shook her head, still trying to keep him in view.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; I've almost never been spanked at all.&nbsp; Not like this."&nbsp; Her voice was just as emotional in its way, hesitant but somehow yearning.&nbsp; Her hips twitched upward faintly, and she blushed to think that her body might be craving this.&nbsp; She caught sight of his stare then, and was fascinated, a slow, inward shiver moving through her as she saw the hunger there, sensed it on some visceral level, and was helpless to get away from it, even if she'd wanted to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 17:56:42</strong>
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				Charles brought both of his hands to her soft pale cheeks. He caressed them, kneaded them gently, and then raked his fingernails across them just hard enough to leave a trail of pink across them. The conflict was still inside of him, but it was diminishing, finding an equilibrium. He still wanted to hurt her, to accept a sacrifice of flesh and pain from, like when she lowered herself and took him in an unnatural place earlier, but like it was with anal, he found that was no longer wanting to hurt just for the sake of it, but to please as well, and to be considerate in how he did it. This was all so new though, that a hundred contrary impulses seemed to all be warring for his attention. Yet the arousal that this was causing within him was undeniable. <br><br>With the thick voice again, barely above a whisper, he reminded her, "Remember... you can use the safe word if you want..."<br><br>Before she could respond, he struck her. SLAP! There was a red handprint forming on her right butt cheek. He hadn't hit her as hard as she could, but it was hard enough to sting his hand. He did not pause, and moved to hit her again before she could deny him. SLAP! There was another handprint forming on her left butt cheek. He bent to kiss the red marks he made on her creamy white skin, wondering if she'd tell him to stop now. Of course he wouldn't stop though, not until he was ready. Unless she used the safe word of course... <br><br>Inwardly, he winced a little at the sounds and the marks, while other parts of him reveled in the excitement. He debated with himself. How far would she go? How far would he go? Was he going to intentionally push her hard enough to use the safe word? How would he feel if he pushed her too hard by accident, and forced her to use it?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 18:20:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had drawn breath to answer, then let it out in a squeal of surprise as his hand came down, once, then twice.&nbsp; The skin stung, instantly growing hot in protest, and she instinctively tried to move away from the blow.&nbsp; That only pressed her harder against the pillows, so there was no escape there.&nbsp; But once more, the mere effort of trying to escape was enough, bringing a faint shiver of arousal with it, hesitant but distinct.<br><br>She almost didn't realize he was kissing those sore places now, that gentle touch nearly lost in the tingle of pain.&nbsp; She sighed, almost whimpering, and wriggled faintly beneath his touch.&nbsp; He'd hit a little harder than she'd expected for this first test, but it was nothing she couldn't bear.<br><br>Suddenly she understood the point of the safeword as she never really had before.&nbsp; She could gasp and cry and struggle as much as she wanted, and he would keep going in spite of those protests.&nbsp; It was a strange little bit of make-believe, letting her pretend fear and panic, letting him concentrate on controlling her and the situation, and it would all come to a halt the moment she'd had enough and spoke the word <em>lilac</em>.&nbsp; Until then, she didn't have to worry or think too much.&nbsp; It was liberating, she suddenly thought, even as she tugged at her bonds, testing them.&nbsp; She looked back at him over her shoulder, nervous, braced for another blow, but trustingly, too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 02:46:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After kissing her gently, Charles ran his hands up her sides, almost to her breasts. He moved, straddling her just above her red ass. Only once he was settled did he slid his hands down to cover her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them gently, as he had before. Then he took her nipples between his fingers, teasing them with little flicks and squeezing.<br><br>He leaned down and kissed the back of her head, and then said quietly, encouragingly, "You're doing very good. I'm going to squeeze your nipples now. Do you want me to hurt them? I suppose it doesn't matter, you can't stop me, can you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 03:11:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now she was even more pinned, trapped between his weight and the bed, even aside from her bound wrists.&nbsp; She could move only a very litte, she discovered, wriggling beneath him experimentally.&nbsp; It was like a roller coaster, scary in a thrilling sort of way, with just that hint of danger.&nbsp; She'd never actually cared for roller coasters, but this was different.<br><br>"No," she said, her voice shaking.&nbsp; Again she felt she could let herself go, take risks she would never have taken otherwise, and it was all right.&nbsp; She would be fundamentally safe, no matter how changed she might be by all this.&nbsp; How would she feel about him an hour from now, she wondered, and how would she feel about herself?&nbsp; This was binding them together somehow, and she thought it was in a very good way, but there was still that edge of danger.&nbsp; "No, I can't stop you.&nbsp; What are you going to do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 03:33:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Squeeze them, hard. Make you squirm, whimper." He leaned down even lower, and his weight pressed her even more firmly to the bed. He gently kissed her ear, and took the earlobe into his mouth for gentle suckling. His cock was pressed between them again, throbbing and drooling as before.<br><br>Then he made good on his promise. He started squeezing her nipples. At first, he only put a little pressure on them, but slowly, second by second, he increased the pressure. He wanted to hear her noises, and feel the tension in her body as she tried to get away. He wanted to take her... well, maybe not to the edge of her endurance, but further then she'd gone before. He intended to let go, but only after she'd shown him what she was like when in pain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 04:00:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just hearing him say the words made something like pain radiate out from her trapped nipples, and she bit her lip, wriggling again, even less able to move than before.&nbsp; For the first several moments, it was no worse than what he'd done before, and she stayed tense but not panicky.<br><br>Then, the very gradual buildup of pressure suddenly became too much, crossing some vague line between discomfort and pain.&nbsp; She realized she'd been holding her breath since he'd begun, and now she let it out in a long whimper.&nbsp; How much longer was he going to do this?&nbsp; It was more pain than she'd ever felt there before, definitely, and she wondered how well she could take it... or any of the things he might do to her now.<br><br>She felt his cock, hard and pulsing, pressing against her, and her own sex throbbed in unison.&nbsp; And she was wet there, too, much to her surprise, though she still wasn't quite sure how aroused she was otherwise, especially now that fresh pain was flooding her senses.&nbsp; She whimpered again, squirming unconsciously now, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.&nbsp; Perhaps, like when he'd taken her rear passage, the trick was to relax, but that seemed impossible now.&nbsp; She thought of the safeword, but had no intention of saying it, only using it to soothe.&nbsp; Her whimpering was almost constant now, each breath a little sigh of pain, and her hands tugged against her bonds, uselessly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 05:04:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her whimpering and squirming were like an aphrodisiac to him, and he went longer and harder on her nipples then he'd intended. He squirming and noises were indescribably hot to him. He felt for a time like she was wholly his, and no one else could claim any possession of her whatsoever without his leave. This felt so forbidden too, like he was doing something that no one should ever do to anyone else, not just a naughty or kinky thing, but sinful somehow. He liked it. It produced feelings like that first time he'd tried anal all those years ago, a first time for something forbidden, painful, pleasureable, a sacrifice, an exercise in trust.<br><br>Like how he'd started the nipple torture, Charles slowly started relaxing his fingers, baring less and less pressure, although the release was quicker then the start. He wrapped his arms around her, above her breasts, and hugged her, pulling tight. He pulled his mouth away from her ear, and moved it to her other ear. He was suddenly awash in warm feelings toward her. He allowed himself to see it for the first time, as terrifying as it was. If he hadn't, somehow, inconceivably, already fallen in love with her, he was well on his way. The thought scared him to the bone in some ways, but in others, he simply accepted it. Not that he would admit the feelings to her, not aloud, not until he was sure, and probably not even then. There were complications here, and he must tread carefully. He was a fool of course to let himself fall so far under her spell, but it was done. Perhaps that was the reason why he'd wanted to hurt her, why he'd gone further down this path with her then he had with any other woman... She was making him fall for her, and he knew he shouldn't, and so like a bratty child, he felt a need to return the pain that she gave to him.<br><br>He whispered in her ear, "I... think you're doing very well. Very good girl. I think you need a little more punishment though. Then, I'll take you hard and fast. I might even let you come if continue to please me."<br><br>He kissed her ear, then her cheek, and then her neck. He wanted to take her hard, and now. But the anticipation made things sweeter. Maybe that was part of what made this so enjoyable for so many? Maybe it was the anticipation, the extremely prolonged foreplay? He knew that he was enjoying both of those. It suddenly occurred to him that he should play with her pussy, and right now. A reward of sorts for her nipple torture, a tease, a tantalisation, and a torment for her to savor before he hurt her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 05:27:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though he was the one who'd hurt her, he was also the only one who could comfort her.&nbsp; It made no sense, but she was slowly getting beyond any really rational thought.&nbsp; She whimpered as he pulled her close, this time more in faint surprise, which quickly became a strange contentment.&nbsp; Even without being able to decide how she felt about it all, she knew how much pleasure this was giving him, and far beyond the mere physical.&nbsp; That was what really mattered.&nbsp; She wanted his happiness, wanted to feel it radiating from him all the time, just as it was now.&nbsp; Then she was happy.<br><br>She turned her head slightly as he whispered, a faint smile playing over her face.&nbsp; Her breasts still ached from their treatment, tingling unpleasantly, but as that pain faded, pleasure rushed in to take its place.&nbsp; It was still an ashamed pleasure, something she wasn't sure she should admit to, but real just the same.&nbsp; She'd been right, this was joining them together in ways she'd never imagined, the fear and nervousness and doubt transforming into wonder and amazement, and more.&nbsp; She couldn't think about that more, not quite yet.&nbsp; Right now she only wanted to savor the feeling of it, and that was enough -- more than enough.<br><br>"I'm glad I'm pleasing you," she whispered, wriggling against him now for the sheer pleasure of doing so, to feel his arms and his body and most of all, that amazingly hard and hungry cock pressing against her flesh.&nbsp; "I want to come when you take me.&nbsp; Please."&nbsp; For an instant that was all she could think of, his shaft slamming into her, rocking her back and forth, leaving her unable to breathe as she was pressed beneath him and crying out raggedly in her release, and she gasped faintly at the image.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 05:56:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she turned and smiled, he felt his doubts washed away, and his passion for her redoubled. Yes, in some strange way, she <em>was</em> enjoying this, as he thought she would. Somehow, it made everything else worth it. Impulsively, he kissed her then, passionately on the mouth. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and whimpered in pain, but did not waver in the kiss. <br><br>When he pulled away, he cast his eyes around for something to use on her. He did want to punish her more, for what she was, and for what she was doing to him, but it was almost turning into a playful thing for him. It was really a symbolic act he realized, she was what she was... he was the one with the failings, the loneliness that made him reach out for her when he knew better, and the foolishness to let himself grow to like her too much despite the knowledge of what she was. In a sense, he was punishing her for his own failings. It made no sense, but emotion rarely did.<br><br>He saw the candles on the shelf that he'd considered using on her before. He carefully stood up and disentangled himself from her. He grabbed the tall cobalt blue taper candle out of its holder. He somehow thought that he could feel her eyes on him as he retrieved it, and although he couldn't see her at the moment, he imagined that she suddenly grew tense again, perhaps even more so then before.<br><br>"You know what I like about candles? Besides the flame and dripping wax that is? Its that for some reason, a candle will just slide right into an orifice, without pain, and without lube." He walked over to her backside, and ran his hands lovingly down her rump. He then brought a hand to her sex, and found her wet, ready, swollen, ready to be taken. He fondled her sex, slipping a finger easily in and out of her, and occasionally rubbing her lips or clit. He wasn't cruel about it; he fingered her the way he normally would. Then he took the candle, and rubbed the length of it between her outer labia and thigh, letting her feel the length and girth. Even partially burned down, the candle was still a little longer the he was, but it was only about half the girth at the thick base. He continued to finger her while he let her feel the candle. Then he applied the base of the candle to her rear entrance, and gently pushed, waiting for her body to start taking the blue shaft within.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 08:56:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered with him, feeling the pain of his injured tongue, but infinitely grateful for the kiss.&nbsp; That was normal and right, and it made everything else feel that way, too.&nbsp; Later she might be astonished at that, but now it was true -- she was safe, and he was doing what he'd longed to do, so nothing could possibly be wrong.&nbsp; And they were learning together, walking this path for the first time, and she was equally grateful for that.<br><br>Then he pulled away, and she sighed, bereft without his weight, left with only his lingering warmth on her skin, and the wetness his shaft had left behind.&nbsp; She could not quite see him, but she saw the candle as he picked it up, and she did tense faintly.&nbsp; No one had ever tried dripping wax on her, and she was suddenly afraid that would be too much.&nbsp; She didn't want to have to stop him.&nbsp; Using the safeword would be a defeat, perhaps make him feel guilty, perhaps make him swear off doing this, and that made her feel faintly queasy.<br><br>But as he spoke, she relaxed, or rather grew tense with anticpation instead of dread.&nbsp; His hands touched her gently now, one running over her sex, letting her feel the depths of her arousal, which still amazed her.&nbsp; Her clit especially was still sore, but his easy caresses were all pleasure, and she writhed approvingly, arching her hips up to let him reach her more easily, craving every thrust of his finger.&nbsp; The candle felt slightly cool against her heat, its smooth shape strangely tantalizing, and suddenly she ached to know where he would put it, and what it would do to her.<br><br>Then those questions were answered, the candle slipping slowly but steadily into her rear passage.&nbsp; She gasped sharply, instinctively expecting pain, but he was right; it slid in reluctantly but smoothly, and though she felt every inch of it stretching her, there was only an edge of discomfort, probably as much from the way she'd ridden his shaft earlier as from the candle.&nbsp; She wished she could watch this in the mirror, then blushed at the urge.&nbsp; But she envied him being able to see the candle disappear bit by bit, and shivered to think how much he was enjoying this.&nbsp; Though not as thick as he was, it stretched her nicely, just enough, she thought, and now she gasped and writhed as she imagined his shaft sliding into her sex the same way, slick with their arousal, filling her twice over.&nbsp; Abruptly, she realized how close she was to climax, and bit her lip, wondering what would happen if she dared to come without permission.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 11:24:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles looked down at her and wanted her. Yet it seemed too easy. It seemed that he hadn't done enough to her yet. It was obvious that she was aroused, as was he, but all that he'd done to her, other then tying her up, were two measly spanks and pinching her nipples. The candle in her ass, as hot as it was, did it even qualify as a punishment? Perhaps it did, not because of the girth or because it was unlubed, but only because she was likely already sore there. Still, it didn't make her whimper and squirm like pinching her nipples had. Besides, he wanted to prolong this.<br><br>What should he do to her, before allowing them both to finish he wondered. Earlier, he'd considered using a spatula from the kitchen to spank her. He had also considered using a candle to drip wax on her. As he wondered, he pulled his hand away from her sex. He considered punishing there, at the hot wet place where his hand had been. But he knew that she was likely sore there as well. It seemed overly cruel to punish her there. Yet the idea did appeal to him, as his cock attested when it twitched and strained at the thought. He would consider it perhaps, but he would have to be careful if he tried something like that.<br><br>He kneeled on the bed behind her, and let the large swollen head of his cock brush against her wet lips. It seemed to pull, trying to draw him closer, so it could penetrate her. Instead, he focused his attention on the dark blue candle inside of her, pushing it down further into her, and then drawing it back up. He pushed it back down a bit, and then moved his hips forward to easily penetrate her sex. He gasped with her heat and moisture, and did not want to stop. Yet he pulled entirely out, as he'd planned to.<br><br>He started walking away, toward the bedroom door. His heart ached to stay with her, to be inside of her once more, but he wanted to retrieve some things from the kitchen first. "Don't let that candle fall out of you," he warned, "Or I'll have to punish you extra hard. I'll be right back."<br><br>He suddenly wished that he still had a vibrator, one that he could push up into her and leave running while he gone. He'd have to remember to pick one up when they went out later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 16:13:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he pondered these things, Michelle had time to wrestle with other questions, writhing faintly all the while, quite unable to stop herself.&nbsp; Whether he thought he'd done enough or not, she felt different already, her opinion of herself changing every moment.&nbsp; She thought of how she must look, willingly subjecting herself to this, and felt ashamed; while next instant she was remembering watching them both in the mirror and whimpering faintly with arousal.<br><br>She felt him teasing at her with his shaft, and arched back, trying to coax him in, though she was sure he would not push in yet.&nbsp; So his single, deep thrust was a shock, making her eyes fly open wide and forcing a gasp from her, his cock seeming to push the air from her lungs.&nbsp; Just as quickly, he was gone again, and she moaned in frustration as she felt him leave the bed. She didn't want any more toys right now; she only wanted him taking her hard and fast, as promised.&nbsp; She only wanted him.<br><br>His caution had seemed faintly silly, but as soon as he was gone, she wondered if the candle was in danger of falling out.&nbsp; Since it had slid in so easily, it might slide out just as easily, but she could neither see it, nor tell if it was slipping or not.&nbsp; She turned and wriggled, trying to get a look, then stopped, sure she was only making things worse, and then stayed very still, hoping fervently that he would return soon.&nbsp; It had moved, she was sure of that, but there was nothing she could do about that except try to relax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 17:16:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles returned from the other room after a few minutes with cat's feet. He hoped to sneak up on her, but doubted he could. He imagined that she would be hyper vigilant, listening to every little thing. He would only assume that she had listened to him quietly opening and closing a few drawers in the kitchen seeking what he wanted, and perhaps even as he padded naked through the living room to find one last item. The items he kept concealed behind his back. It seemed a delicious game to make her wonder what he had brought back to use on her.<br><br>He wasn't sure whether he was excited or disappointed that she'd managed to keep the candle in her ass the whole while... but he noticed that it had slipped out appreciably. That was the trick with those tapers; they tapered very gradually, and there was nothing to hold them in place. They tended to be slowly pushed out of the body, even with the wide end in first. He decided then on another naughty game, both with her, and with himself. He'd keep up the game with the candle. He still hadn't decided whether to spank her sore and overused sex. He would let the candle decide. If it fell, then she'd receive a spanking where it was the most sensitive. His cock twitched at the thought.<br><br>Whether she was aware of him or not, he couldn't help but make some noise when he lifted his pants off the floor, looking for his lighter. The change and keys in one pocket jingled, giving him away. Neither the lighter, nor his cigarettes were in the pocket though. It took him just a moment to spot them. They were on the nightstand near Michelle, and right in her field of vision. <em>Damn,</em> he thought, <em>no helping it. Not walking out a second time.</em><br><br>He set the items down on the bed, between her open legs, making sure to keep them out of her sight the whole time. Then he retrieved the lighter there next to her, and started walking toward her rear again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 18:32:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She did hear every noise, though she could make nothing of them.&nbsp; On some level, she seemed overaware of his presence, conscious of where he was at all times, and that was strangely exciting.&nbsp; By the time he returned, she was tense, having to force herself not to clench and squirm and risk popping the candle right out.<br><br>She gasped very quietly as she heard him retrieving his pants, straining to look without being obvious about it.&nbsp; Then he set some things down on the bed, very close to her, but completely hidden from her vision by the pillows.&nbsp; And finally, she saw him pick up the lighter and then quickly move out of sight again, and she bit back a strangled little cry.&nbsp; He hadn't spoken, which made her uneasier still, and she shifted nervously.<br><br>"What are you going to do?" she asked, so quietly she could barely hear herself.&nbsp; Every nerve strained to catch the telltale sound of a lighter flicking open, and she was sure that if and when she heard that noise, she would scream.&nbsp; At first this dampened her excitement considerably, but she knew he'd never risk actually burning her, and slowly, arousal returned with still greater force as she waited, every second stretching out to impossible lengths, aching to find out what he would do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 09:40:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A little more spanking..." he said, picking up the spatula he'd retrieved from the other room. He picked up the cooking implement, and ran it lightly across the still slightly red places on her creamy ass. The spatula's dark blue surface matched the candle that was in her. It was one of those new silicone spatulas, thick, soft, and springy like rubber. It had a perfectly flat, rectangular head, with no slats, groves, or anything else. It would provide a nice even strike, perfectly distributing the force of the blow, so he thought. He suddenly wondered if he should have tried it out on himself first; he wasn't sure exactly how much it might hurt, or how hard he could swing it. He wanted it to sting, hurt a bit, and redden her, but he didn't want it to bruise her or raise welts...<br><br>He'd try it lightly at first, he determined. He reactions would help him regulate how hard he should use it. He carefully aimed and measure the first swat, but hesitated. What if it hurt too much?<br><br>"Remember, don't let the candle fall out of you..." he warned, with another cock twitch. "Are you ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 15:22:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She flinched inwardly as the spatula touched her skin, but it felt cool against the heated skin, soothing it for now.&nbsp; At least it seemed smooth and relatively light -- the thought of being smacked with anything really hard and unyielding gave her the shivers, though she wondered, with uneasy excitement, if that would ever change.<br><br>She nodded at his warning, then said, "I'll try," realizing it was probably difficult to tell if she was nodding while she was in this position.&nbsp; Her instinct was to try to brace herself against the blows, but there was little she could do about that, and would simply have to trust to the pillows.&nbsp; "Ready," she said, her voice small and her mouth dry, trying to make herself breathe slowly and steadily as she waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 15:30:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				From about a foot above, he swung the spatula. He was firm in the swing, but didn't put a lot of power into the swing, or so it seemed before it hit her. The solid and powerful sounding SMACK the kitchen tool made as it struck shocked him. The sound seemed to echo in the room, and the silicone seemed to stick to her for a moment greedily before letting go of her flesh. The skin beneath where he'd struck was surprisingly red. The sound it made and then the bright red spot shocked him enough that he hardly noticed her reaction until afterwards.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 17:30:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She realized he was swinging the instant before it hit, and she let out a squeal, twitching at the sound as much as the blow.&nbsp; Expecting waves of pain after a noise like that, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, but though it definitely hurt, stinging madly, it wasn't actually much worse than his hand.<br><br>But as the seconds ticked by, the pain lingered, just as the plastic or whatever it was had clung to her skin longer than expected.&nbsp; It still wasn't terrible, and she thought maybe this was one time when the bark was worse than the bite, so to speak.&nbsp; She shifted uneasily, then froze when she thought she felt the candle slip again.<br><br>Whimpering faintly, she opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at him, seeing that he looked almost equally surprised.&nbsp; "That hurts more," she murmured, stunned, and wondering seriously how she'd ever be able to sit at her desk tomorrow, but it still didn't occur to her to ask him to stop.&nbsp; As the stinging faded and became heat, her sex grew hotter as well, and now she thought mainly of the reward that awaited her after this spanking was done.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 17:52:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Observing that she did not react as badly as he thought she would to the tremendous sound, he moved the spatula down, took careful aim, and struck once more to the same cheek, but this time a little further down, to redden more of her ass. He watched the candle jiggle a little with the impact. He hadn't noticed that the first time... was it already threatening to fall? Or was the jiggle from a quiver at the second slap and the subsequent wave of pain?<br><br>He still said nothing. He switched the spatula to his other hand to give her other cheek some cruel love. She must suspect that he wouldn't focus solely on the one side of her, that he'd torture her symmetrically. So to confuse and tantalize her, he murmured, "Very good," and bent to kiss her bright red ass. He kissed it softly, gently, and repeatedly... and pushed a thumb into her sex. She was even wetter, more swollen then before. She could try to deny it later if she wished, but for the moment the results of the abuse were undeniable. She was incredibly aroused. As he continued to kiss her red cheek, he brushed the tip of his wet thumb lightly and teasingly across her clit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 18:11:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The second strike, thankfully, wasn't in the same spot, but the sound still rattled her.&nbsp; She squealed again, trailing off into little moans and whimpers.&nbsp; The candle had moved, and probably slid out a little more, and she was still afraid to move.&nbsp; What if the punishment for letting it fall was that he would just leave her, desperate and unable to touch herself to find some relief from this aching need?&nbsp; She wouldn't be able to stand that.&nbsp; Rationally, she knew he was at least as desperate as she was, and would probably take her hard no matter what, but she couldn't shake that fear.<br><br>She shivered at his kiss, gasping faintly.&nbsp; "Thank you," she murmured, then gasped sharply as his thumb plunged into her sex.&nbsp; It was worse than she'd thought; she nearly climaxed on the spot, and was forced to focus on the shame of that realization to calm herself down.&nbsp; She wasn't such a good girl, after all.&nbsp; Lucky for her, he didn't seem to mind that.<br><br>His teasing was still nearly doing her in, though, and she whimpered pleadingly.&nbsp; "Please.&nbsp; I want to come."&nbsp; But he wouldn't let her, she was sure... except what if she couldn't stop herself?&nbsp; She whimpered again, wordlessly, her eyes huge as she strained to look back at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 18:16:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled away from her, with both mouth and thumb. He wasn't quiet as careful with the swats this time, and they were in his clumsier left hand. He struck her quickly twice with the kitchen tool that he'd turned to kinkier ends. WHAP! WHAP!<br><br>There was just a little edge where the two more recent strike overlapped each other, a small line of deep, deep pink, instead of the lighter pink from before. The lighter pink looked a little darker on her left side then it did on the other too. He hadn't thought of it, but making up for the clumsiness, the left hand was a little stronger then the right. Looking at the darkening red, he was sure that he'd hit her a little harder on the left side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 18:30:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was sure he'd hit a little harder, too, burying her face in the bed to smother her cries.&nbsp; That was much worse than his hand, and that tendency for it to stick made her afraid it was leaving real marks.&nbsp; Again she turned, tears in her eyes, trying to see his face as he studied her body.&nbsp; What little she could make out of his expression made her think that he was still nervous, perhaps, but definitely flushed with a certain triumph.&nbsp; And his cock, from the glimpse she caught of it, had probably never been so hard or so dark.<br><br>It was scary, but it didn't help soothe her own arousal, either, much as she'd like it to.&nbsp; She was sick and twisted, apparently, if this was turning her on so much.&nbsp; But she couldn't help it, and could only be relieved that he wasn't still stroking her.&nbsp; She had to relax, or she'd climax for sure the second he put anything into her sex.&nbsp; The candle slid out a little more, and she gasped in sudden panic.&nbsp; She couldn't have much more leeway there, and she simply had to relax more, somehow, or she'd find out what the punishment was for that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 18:57:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed the tears in her eyes, and quickly looked away, feigning ignorance. <em>She had the safe word, she could end this in a moment,</em> he told himself. Still, he worried that he'd gone too far. He put the spatula down, far away from his hand. He was done with it he decided. He bent forward, and kissed her rump gently where the newest marks. He lingered there, afraid to speak, or to show his own eyes to her. <br><br><em>She had tears,</em> he thought, and while feeling stunned by the sight, his cock gave no signs of lessening in it's arousal. If anything, it seemed even more aroused, and that surely didn't seem right. He thought that they needed to either finish this quickly, or else change gears. God, he needed a smoke... but he feared that lighting one might make her think that she was boring him or something, and that certainly wasn't the case. He could wait a little longer.<br><br>He reached down and picked up the lighter. He wasn't thinking when he lite it, and it was entirely out of her sight. He lit the crimson candle he'd retrieved off a shelf in the living room with the lighter, thinking to try a little wax play with her before finishing. There were only two more remaining items there between their legs, and one he was determined to use... the other depended on whether or not she could keep the blue candle in her ass. He rather thought that she wouldn't. Surely there couldn't be much more of it left inside to anchor it steadily, and it seemed that it very, very slowly was sliding out anyway. Maybe it was just his imagination thinking that it was sliding out, he wasn't sure, but he thought that it was. He couldn't imagine how she felt about the candle falling out of her... was it fear, excitement, or a little of both? He wanted to reach forward and play with it, twist it, or light it on fire too, something... but he did not want her to be mad at him, or accuse him of <em>making</em> the candle fall out of her. Besides, as glorious as it would look aflame with her ass as it's holder, he really wasn't sure about the dripping wax from the tip. It could fall on her pussy, or her right at her abused little asshole, and he wasn't sure that either of them were ready for something like that yet. Actually, he was pretty sure that they <em>weren't</em> ready for that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 20:27:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				On some level, he was apologizing with his kisses, and she smiled through the lingering tears.&nbsp; She heard the flick of the lighter suddenly, and gasped once more, though strangely, she didn't actually panic, trusting her instincts that he wouldn't actually wound her.&nbsp; Some people liked using dripping wax, she knew, and perhaps that was all he meant to try... though she did have a brief flicker of alarm that he might light the candle stuck in her.&nbsp; But he didn't seem to go close enough to light that one, and she relaxed a fraction.<br><br>Now she had leisure to think about the candle stuck in her, though, and that was another problem.&nbsp; It was hard to tell exactly what was happening, between the lingering soreness there and all the other sensations that kept demanding attention, but it definitely seemed to be moving, and there was no way it was moving further in, not without help.&nbsp; Sooner or later, probably sooner, it would reach some point of no return and tip out at last, and she could only hope he'd either take pity on her, or he'd decide to jump her before that happened, and it would get pushed back in on its own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 22:43:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved around to her side, and smoothed her hair down and off of her back, cascading it over her shoulder, and splaying it out on the mattress next to her. He smiled down at her, and suddenly wished that he'd had the foresight to give her a pillow for her head. The red burning candle was in the opposite hand, and the wax started to melt, rolling down the candle's shaft, occasionally down to his fingers. It hurt a bit, but he did not mind so much. <br><br>He kissed her head, and murmured to her, "You're doing very well. Just this last thing I want to try, ok?"<br><br>He reached down then, and very gently brushed the tears away from her face. Then he bent to kiss her, briefly, because the wax kept rolling down onto his hand in the same places, and it was starting to get quite uncomfortable... So, was that the trick of it, letting the wax hit the same place again and again before the heat could dissipate? Or did they use special candles with hotter wax, because this just didn't seem very bad at all.<br><br>Then he straightened, and turned the candle sideways, so it could drip on Michelle. He started near her neck, far away enough from her hair so it wouldn't get caught. He intended to leave a line of wax drops down her spine all the way to her ass, and then down both cheeks... And so marked, then take her with wild abandon, as they both yearned and ached for. Unless the candle fell out of her ass that was. He had one last torture for her if that happened. One that he hoped he could try... but he did not want to put her tears again, and he rethought it. Should he just pull the candle out, and tell her she'd won?<br><br>He decided against that. Instead, he'd tell her exactly what he intended to do to her, and let her use the safe word if she wanted... Then he remembered that he had told her at one point that he was going to bite her clit, and make her like it. That he was pretty sure that he could do without any problems. It would likely hurt his tongue when he used it slurp her clit into his mouth, but that seemed trifling when he had her tied up for a little torture. He'd give her the choice then, if the time came. He thought that it would too, as he couldn't imagine that the candle could stay in place much longer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 00:45:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay," she said quietly, again smiling briefly but genuinely.&nbsp; She blinked back the last of her tears, almost embarrassed by them, though they were completely understandable -- and might come back any minute.&nbsp; No one had ever done this to her before, and she really didn't know what it would feel like.<br><br>The first drop didn't register for a second, and by then he was on to the next, leaving a trail.&nbsp; No individual drop hurt for more than a moment, though the whole line of them was uncomfortable, making her skin feel tight beneath the wax, like a sunburn.&nbsp; And he kept going, drizzling the wax all the way down to the other candle.&nbsp; She squirmed faintly, making little whimpers of both excitement and faint pain, feeling as though she was being branded.&nbsp; When he reached the marks left by his spanking, the pain jumped a couple of notches, and she cried out at first, until she managed to get used to the sensation.&nbsp; Still, it was a pretty sharp sting, and she couldn't help but tense and flinch.<br><br>And that was the end for the first candle, as it finally slid out a little further and gravity took over at last.&nbsp; Her eyes grew huge, and she whimpered in panic now, turning to look at him pleadingly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 01:41:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He starred at the candle that fell out of her for a moment, feeling almost on the brink of orgasm. He felt high. He blew the lit candle out, and tossed them both aside, and he saw nothing but her pink little abused asshole. He bent and kissed it, teasing the opening with just the tip of his tongue. He would thrust his tongue wholly within, but knew that the pain would be excruciating. His kissed it gently, lovingly for a some time, continuing to tease it, and one of his thumbs found her clit. It didn't tease her clit, but rather just rested on it, like he was feeling her pulse in some strange manner. <br><br>Finally he raised up from her forbidden entrance, and looked at her, with a sad smile. "Well, you almost made it."<br><br>He bit his lower lip, considering whether to continue. Would she be relieved or disappointed if he didn't continue? He decided to go ahead, and let her veto him with the safe word if she wanted.<br><br>He raised up the other kitchen tool. He wasn't even sure what it was called. It was some sort of spatula, maybe, with a smallish, thick and rubbery head. It really seemed almost worthless in that it had something that looked like a knife blade on it, but it was rubber, so could cut nothing. It was too small to be used as a spatula. He thought maybe they were used for some sort of stirring, or maybe spreading icing on cakes. His Ex, the restaurant manager and lady that wanted to become a chef, didn't think it was important enough to take when she took most of the good stuff from the kitchen.<br><br>"Ok, for you punishment... I was planning on smacking you in the pussy with this... not really hard, not like the spatula, but hard enough. Then I got to thinking. I told you earlier that I was going to bite your clit and make you like it," with his thumb that was still sitting atop her clit, he pushed on it just a little, as if trying to push it in. "So, which punishment do you want? Or do you want to just use your safe word, skip it, and get to the part where I stick my cock back in you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 02:16:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd expected anger, even if it was only mock anger.&nbsp; At least annoyance, or maybe laughter.&nbsp; But she saw none of those, only pleasure and maybe fascination, and a dozen other things she couldn't identify.<br><br>Then she couldn't see him anymore, aware only of what he was doing to her body.&nbsp; She kept whimpering, again feeling far too close to orgasm for comfort.&nbsp; The punishment for that would have to be worse... and the offered options he gave now were hard enough to choose between.&nbsp; She felt like she'd had enough spanking for one day, but being bitten, <em>there</em>?&nbsp; That was hard to imagine.<br><br>She flinched as his thumb pressed against the swollen flesh.&nbsp; "B-bite," she said, shakily, surprising herself.&nbsp; But the way the spanking had aroused her before, maybe a bite, which sounded pretty painful, would help settle her down.&nbsp; She needed settling down.&nbsp; "And then I need your cock back in me.&nbsp; Soon."&nbsp; She gave a gasping laugh, shivering, sure that when she did finally climax, she would scream the house down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 02:47:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes glittered, and his smile turned happier, but there was a hint of something else. Something predatory perhaps, or eager? He locked eyes with her, and kissed the brightest red spot on her butt cheek. He cheeks were slowly starting to turn fleshtone again, with no hint of bruising, swelling, or welts. That was good.<br><br>Then, as he started kissing his way to her center, he was forced to break eye contact. Clit biting... it was something he liked. An ex, not <em>the</em> ex, but an earlier one had asked him to do it once, and they both liked it. He'd been doing it ever since. It took some skill, some care, and an almost psychic connection to one's partner to pull off without hurting her dramatically.<br><br>It was a bit awkward from this angle... it was better and easier if the woman was sitting or laying on her back, but it wasn't impossible at this angle. He reached the place between her legs, and stuck his tongue out painfully, caressing her hard pink nub. He pressed his face in closer, pressing against her sex with his nose, nearly inserting it. He got close enough to suck the sensitive piece of flesh and it's hood into his mouth then, and continued to suck lightly on it as he pressed his lips harder and harder onto her, getting in fully in his mouth to the base.<br><br>Then, very slowly, very gently, and with utmost care, applied his front teeth to it. He made sure it was centered so he would apply even pressure. Then he slowly started apply pressure to it. He applied a little more, a little more, and then a little more. He waited until he could feel the pressure building in her body, almost like electricity. He approached a threshold, the first threshold, as he could feel her breathing change and her tension change. It hurt at this stage. He didn't know how bad, but he was sure it hurt pretty good... but tolerably. Then he gently licked the little nub very slowly and gently. He'd never had a woman come from this, but it seemed to drive them wild... but only if they were very aroused before he started. Then, after a good twenty seconds or so, he laid his tongue back down, and squeezed with his teeth a little more firmly, passing the first threshold. As best as he could determine, the first threshold was where the biting hurt, but almost felt good at the same time, like a good neck massage could feel good and hurt. When he passed the threshold, it just hurt, no longer felt good in that strange way. He went a little firmer, until the tension in her body started telling him, <em>Let go now.....</em> It seemed a possessive act to him, like he was saying, <em>this is mine</em>, putting a mark on it, on her, like a hickey, or a bite that left a mark might, except that it was more intimate, being at her most sensitive place.<br><br>And then he started letting up slowly on the pressure until he let go entirely. He pulled his face away, and took a deep, deep breath. It was a poor angle for such play, and he'd had to hold his breath nearly the whole time, since his mouth was too busy to allow a breath, and his nose was pressed into her, suffocating him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 03:21:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had a feeling she'd managed to choose his preferred option, and he certainly set to work eagerly -- almost eagerly enough to scare her.&nbsp; But it was clear that he knew what he was doing, at least, which made her feel a little better -- at least until the biting actually began.&nbsp; He started so slowly that it took a while for the pain to catch up, but catch up it did, with a vengeance.&nbsp; She gasped, then sobbed, and for the first time, thought longingly of the safeword, though for now, at least, she was determined not to say it.<br><br>For several long moments, the pain mingled with a certain odd pleasure, and her breathing steadied, though she was still tense everywhere, unable to relax.&nbsp; Then it hurt a little more, and a little more, and she cried out sharply.&nbsp; <em>Lilac,</em> she thought, but again bit back the word stubbornly.&nbsp; He would finish soon, she knew that somehow, and she could last, taking it just a moment at a time.<br><br>Then he let go, almost as slowly.&nbsp; She turned to look at him, stunned, still shivering, aching with both lingering pain and overwhelming need and longing.&nbsp; Somehow she felt like she should say something, but no words came to mind at all.&nbsp; He had marked her -- with wax and his hand, the spatula and even his teeth, and it seemed as though something should be done or said to note this occasion, but she couldn't decide what.&nbsp; "Charles," she finally murmured, her voice shaking.&nbsp; Sore and tired as she was, as ready to collapse as she really should be, all she wanted was for him to take her, make her his in that final way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 22:21:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her longingly, meeting her gaze, but also not knowing what to say. He'd never had a woman react so strongly to being bitten there, and he thought that perhaps he'd bitten her harder and longer then he had with anyone else.<br><br>Then she said his name. In that one pure instant, he felt that he would unhesitatingly do anything that she asked him to do. She didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say. So he just said her name, "Michelle."<br><br>On his knees in the bed with her now, he moved forward. It was like an electric shock to him as his sex touched hers. She was <em>so</em> swollen and wet. He didn't think much on it, and he reached forward to caress her, touch her lovingly on the back and sides. He didn't think about it until he realized that he was grinding into her, already fully in her, his heavy balls pressed up against her clit, and her silky smooth drenched hole surrounding him.<br><br>Still looking her in the eyes, he asked, "Hard and fast?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 22:41:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he said he rname, briefly, her happiness in that moment too much for a mere smile.&nbsp; It shone in her eyes, almost threatening to bring more tears with it.&nbsp; She'd never really believed in tears of happiness, but here they were.<br><br>Then he moved to press up against her, and she sighed, his body leaning over hers, caressing her softly.&nbsp; The movement slid him into her naturally, and she let out a long, low sound of perfect pleasure and contentment, at last getting what she'd longed for.&nbsp; He might have been teasing her for days, it was such an amazing relief.&nbsp; Her sex had never felt so wet, and nothing had ever felt so right as this did.&nbsp; It was a shock, but a pleasant one, even as it made her impossibly self-conscious.<br><br>But that lasted only a moment.&nbsp; They had better things to do, and think about.&nbsp; Her eyes had flickered closed as he had thrust into her, but she had never turned away from him, and met his gaze now, again smiling, trying to let him see something of how she felt.&nbsp; "However you want me," she murmured, and a shiver ran through her as she once more placed herself entirely in his hands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 23:55:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile was contagious, and he smiled back. He nodded once at her words, but was no longer sure that he wanted her hard and fast as he'd said before. He wasn't sure at all how he wanted her, just that he wanted her, and never wanted this moment to end.<br><br>So, without thought, he let his body take over with no guidance. It pulled out, slid in, pulled out, and slid in again, smoothly, not fast and hard like he'd said, but not slow either. Then it picked up speed, and within a few more strokes, it was the hard and fast that he'd talked about. But it wasn't the hard and fast that he'd intended, the aggressive and possessive sex, the roughly using her for his pleasure. It was different, and it was better. It was hard and fast in the sense that he wanted to, needed to climax, needed her to climax, and needed to share that moment with her. He wanted to both give and receive... and he knew this on a deep level, not so much in words, but in the emotions and feelings welling up from within. She'd somehow turned his darkest, most forbidden feelings, something that he hadn't even known existed in him, into something pure and positive, and there was a part of him that loved her for that.<br><br>He did not know that the subtle, nuanced difference between one form of hard and fast sex or another kind would be something that she would understand or even feel, but to him it was profound. He'd never had this kind of hard and fast sex now that he thought about it, it had always been a little different. <br><br>And so he pounded hard into her, his pendulous balls slapping her sensitive clit with every thrust, and the angle making it so that every thrust made the spongy head of his manhood bump her cervix just a little. He could feel that his climax was fast approaching despite the very short time that they'd actually been having sex. He wasn't worried about it on it's own account, only that she might not climax too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 02:17:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew somehow that he was letting instinct take over, not thinking about pace or how hard he was thrusting, but simply letting his body move naturally.&nbsp; If not for the pillows, she would have barely been able to hold herself up, probably, but in spite of that, this was not a violent rhythm, nothing frightening or even especially demanding, in spite of how this had started.&nbsp; He was taking his pleasure, but he was giving, too.<br><br>And already it felt even better than she'd imagined.&nbsp; Having been denied so long, both of them so desperate, they seemed joined in need as well as physically joined.&nbsp; She felt how tense he was, how much he ached, and both were echoed in her body.&nbsp; Each time he hilted, her body filled to its limits and her throbbing clit lightly slapped, she cried out, feeling a stab of pleasure that she would have thought a climax at any other time.&nbsp; Now she knew there was more waiting for her, for both of them.<br><br>She could hardly breathe, pinned as she was, her face half-buried in the covers, but that wasn't enough to muffle her cries, growing louder every moment.&nbsp; Her hands gripped the headboard painfully tightly, but she no longer noticed, and if his body against her reddened backside hurt, she didn't notice that, either.&nbsp; All that mattered was him in her, against her, and even now she ached to feel more of him, somehow.&nbsp; She tried to say his name once more, trying to tell him that she was going to come, that she wanted him to scream with her, even that she wanted to stay with him forever.&nbsp; But she only managed his name, between her cries, until finally she did scream, flat-out, arching her head back and almost thrashing as waves of ecstasy filled her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 09:57:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He thrust into her, going harder and faster with every stroke it seemed, in an escalation of speed and force that he wouldn't have thought sustainable for long, building towards his climax. He nearly shouted, when it came over him, and he couldn't say which of them started their climax first. He just knew that it seemed to last forever.<br><br>When finally it subsided, after what seemed an eon of contractions by both of them, he felt totally spent. His cock was not only already going limp within her, but it was now quite sore from overuse. He pulled it out, and it looked red and irritated. Despite the pain though, the whole experience seemed entirely worth it. He'd never been on an emotional rollercoaster ride like that before. For the moment, all of his fears and doubts about her were washed away. He wanted her next to him, and did not want to let her go.<br><br>Something smooth and cool rolled up against his leg, and he reached down and picked it up. It was a small glass tumbler, like what scotch would be served in. He looked at it without comprehension for a moment before he remembered that he'd brought it in with the candle and spatulas. Spatulas... he smiled at the thought. It was either madness or genius using those - maybe both. <br><br>The glass though. He wasn't sure that he wanted to use it. But when he looked at her exhausted laid out form, and saw the come already started to run out of her, he used it. He put the glass up against her, the cool glass against her clit and pressed against her lips beneath her opening, and the cum started dripping out into the glass instead of onto his pillows. There wouldn't be a wet spot this time. He easily slid a finger into her hole, opening her up, and letting the remnets of his seed that hadn't already been taken in and absorbed by her lovely body drain into the glass. There was more then he'd imagined. He must have cum a lot more voluminously then he thought that he would be capable of. Unsurprisingly, at the moment, he was entirely disinterested in sex. He felt that if he never had sex again, that he would stay satiated. It was a ridiculous feeling and he knew it, but it was there nonetheless.<br><br>He wanted nothing more then to cuddle up with Michelle right now. Cuddle up, and if sleep crept up on them as it had before, then so be it. But he couldn't relax just yet. She was still tied up, and he wanted to give her her freedom. He stretched out on the bed next to her, and set the glass on the top of the headboard, which was wide enough to be used as a shelf. He then worked at the knots and untied her. As she came free, he longed only to hold her, and to kiss her. He decided that he wasn't going to ask her to drink the contents of the glass above their heads as he'd originally planned. He wouldn't metion it, unless she brought it up. He couldn't decide whether her bringing it up would be a good thing or a bad thing. He just knew that holding her right now would be a good thing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 22:58:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They seemed to peak absolutely together.&nbsp; After that, she couldn't think for a long, long time, aware only of pleasure, and him.&nbsp; They relaxed together, too, and she gasped faintly as she felt him slide out.&nbsp; Physically, it was a relief, her body too worn to take much more, but in every other way she felt lost, and for an instant, even afraid.&nbsp; She felt like she'd told him more about her than any other person on earth knew, and without even saying a word.<br><br>Of course she still couldn't really move, even if she'd had the energy or inclination to try, but the sudden pressure of the cool glass made her gasp, and her eyes flew open.&nbsp; She couldn't see what he was doing, and was only confused for a moment, then realized what he was doing as he slid his finger in, coaxing his seed out of her into the glass.&nbsp; It was almost a disappointment -- she'd wanted to keep as much as she could.&nbsp; And just the touch of his finger made her squirm in something very like pain, never mind what the glass was doing to her.<br><br>She whimpered and wriggled, but never enough to pull away from him, letting him finish in spite of how tender she was.&nbsp; And it was amazing to realize how much there was -- it had kind of felt like a lot, but it had been hard to tell, and this was more than she would have expected after all their earlier playing.<br><br>"You're weird.&nbsp; Have I mentioned that?"&nbsp; She smiled lazily, turning to look at him as he untied her.&nbsp; The material had left dark pink lines on her wrists, but those would soon fade.&nbsp; It occurred to her that she didn't want them to, but that had to be exhaustion talking.&nbsp; She stretched out as well, slowly, feeling her muscles unclench slightly after being restricted for so long.&nbsp; Except it hadn't been that long, only seemed it because she felt so different now, and that wasn't just exhaustion talking.<br><br>She nestled into his arms automatically, facing him now, sighing as their bodies pressed against each other, both equally worn and sore and absolutely content.&nbsp; "Is that your idea of a refreshing after-sex drink?" she murmured, more concerned with kissing his cheek softly then with his answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 17:33:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she settled against him, cuddling into his arms, he sighed contentedly. She kissed his cheek, and he returned a kiss to hers. The she asked about the glass. He immediately blushed, and turned his eyes away from hers.<br><br>"I, uh... was gonna ask you to uh... do something naughty with it. But I changed my mind," he stammered about the glass. "Forget it. It's not a big deal."<br><br>He pulled her tighter against his chest, in part so she couldn't see the embarrassment on his face. He really was a pervert, he thought. After everything else, he'd wanted to make her drink the come that had drained from within her, drink their mingled juices. It would do nothing for him now, he knew, but in remembrance, he was sure that the it would turn him on immensely if she did. Only now, it just seemed degrading to ask her to do it, and so he held his tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 18:28:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess it keeps the bed cleaner," Michelle giggled quietly, nuzzling against his chest.&nbsp; She was tired, but also felt saturated with sex and its distinctive afterglow, that feeling of being absolutely at peace and right where you belonged, happy and sated and sometimes, like now, also much too pleased with yourself, convinced no one else on earth had ever had such good sex.<br><br>Only then did it occur to her that it had also been slightly weird sex, well beyond her usual comfort zone, and even through the haze of contenment, she felt a little shiver of fear.&nbsp; Where did they go after this?&nbsp; It was all uncharted territory for her, and largely for him, too, apparently, and she was at a loss.&nbsp; She couldn't even decide if this made the whole financial angle to their relationship better or worse.&nbsp; It didn't even matter, really -- she was already beginning to feel terrible about it, but was too afraid to change anything now.&nbsp; Too much had already changed on its own.<br><br>Should she drink it?&nbsp; She also couldn't decide about that -- if it would seem sexy or merely gross, confident or just pushy.&nbsp; At least she had a few minutes to decide, since neither of them wanted to move.&nbsp; "This whole thing is weird," she murmured, lightly kissing along his collarbone.&nbsp; "But I kinda like it."&nbsp; She forced herself to speak teasingly, to avoid saying even a tenth of how she felt right now.&nbsp; That might be disastrous.&nbsp; Women out to hook rich men had better not go falling in love with them, but that was what she was doing, all right.&nbsp; She had to at least not let him find out.&nbsp; Her eyes fell on the mark on one wrist, still a very deep pink, and she shivered again, this time at her memories.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 05:36:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... Yeah, I liked it too. It was intense. Scary, and intense... and I liked it. But we don't have to do anything like that again if you don't want to. I've got a rule when it comes to sex. I don't do or ask for anything that I wouldn't be willing to do myself... You know, if you ever wanted to try doing something like that to me."<br><br>He sighed, kissed her cheek, and then nestled his head into the crook between her neck and shoulder. This felt so right to him, holding her right now. He felt like he never wanted to let go. He felt like there was more that he needed to say right now. But the only thing that he could think of would be tell her how he felt about her, that he thought that he loved her... and he wasn't going to tell her that right now. It would mean too many things, and leave him too vulnerable. He didn't want to admit it, and give her that power over him, especially when she was here not for him, but for his money. It would also mean that on some level that she would have won. He didn't expect that she would understand that, or that most women would. Women were usually cooperative, where men were usually competitive. Looking at something like this relationship or whatever it was as a competition, a thing that could be won or lost, he suspected was a very male way of looking at things.<br><br>He sighed, and tried to push the unpleasant thoughts from his mind. He didn't want to think right now, just hold her, and feel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 16:52:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and shivered again as he spoke.&nbsp; It had been scary for him, too, she knew that, as hard for him to face his darker side as it had been for her to put herself into his power so completely.&nbsp; But now it was all worth it, more than worth it, as they nestled together, fitting perfectly, understanding each other in ways she'd never thought possible.&nbsp; It was all an illusion, she told herself, only a trick of chemicals and hormones.&nbsp; Once they faded, everything would be back to normal.&nbsp; He'd be just like every other man, and he'd still be using her for sex while she tried to use him for his money... except she knew that wasn't all that was happening anymore, not by a long shot.&nbsp; Now that was scary.<br><br>"I don't know if I could do that, though," she admitted quietly, stroking his hair.&nbsp; "I think I'd be too afraid of hurting you.&nbsp; Really hurting you, I mean."&nbsp; She kissed the top of his head, realizing how terrible she'd feel if she did hurt him, and suddenly she also realized she wasn't thinking only of physically.&nbsp; "If you want me to, I could try it... but only if you really want me to."&nbsp; She kissed him again, taking advantage of the unusual fact that the top of his head was within easy reach for this.&nbsp; "I'd rather let you drive," she whispered, half-ashamed of the admission, with its implied promise of doing this again sometime.&nbsp; Maybe this was going to spoil them for normal sex, and the thought wasn't as alarming as she would have expected.<br><br>Now she sighed, faintly nervous but content, her eyes closing once more.&nbsp; She almost could have slept again, though she was beginning to feel guilty about not having even gotten dressed yet, when it was now getting well into the afternoon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 02:42:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hee," Charles tiredly half moaned and half chuckled. He leaned forward just a bit, hooking his chin just behind the beautifully delicate muscles and tendons between her neck and shoulder. He figured it would be better then muffling himself by speaking with his mouth to her flesh... and he did not want to pull away. <br><br>"I understand. I was <em>terrified</em> that I was going to hurt you. I think it added to the thrill and all, but..." he shrugs, "I dunno, it was just scary. I don't think that this is something that I'd want to do <em>every</em> time...<br><br>"I think that maybe it might be good to try it the other way around at least once or twice. I... I kinda don't think that I'll really like it that much with the positions reversed, but you never know. Besides, even if I don't like it, it would still give me a better idea of what it's like for you... I've heard people say that to be a good dom that you have to be a sub first or something. I'm not really sure about that... or any of this really." <br><br>He kissed her neck, and then nestled back into his former position with his chin hooked behind her neck. "I'm rambling aren't I? I do that sometimes..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 03:04:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Everyone rambles sometimes," she murmured, smiling as she decided that this was really a terribly comfortable and wonderful place to be, tangled with him exactly like this.&nbsp; "And if we do that <em>every</em> time, one of us is going to go crazy.&nbsp; Maybe both of us.&nbsp; It sounds very zen, though... all that stuff about good doms being good subs.&nbsp; Maybe we need to read up on this or something."&nbsp; It sounded like an odd thing to research, and she'd die if she got caught at it, but that might not be a bad idea.<br><br>Then she giggled.&nbsp; "I'm thinking you won't like it much the other way, too," she said, laughing quietly.&nbsp; "But we can try if you want.&nbsp; We can try anything.&nbsp; I mean, anything reasonable," she added quickly.&nbsp; She was too relaxed and in far too good a mood -- she'd have to start watching herself, or she'd end up agreeing to anything.<br><br>She sighed, feeling the lingering ache spread through her body, focused now on her backside, which was sore both inside and out.&nbsp; Sitting was definitely going to be interesting tomorrow.&nbsp; Again she sighed, this time with contentment, and regret at the realization that sooner or later, they'd simply have to move.&nbsp; "I'm tired," she admitted, closing her eyes and almost instantly feeling sleep creeping up on her.&nbsp; "Are we getting up, or napping?"&nbsp; Unconsciously, she held him a fraction more tightly, clearly unwilling to let go yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 03:26:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're snuggling actually," he murmered, pulling her a little closer as she had. "Your nipples are still hard, and pressing into me. I like it. Happy nipples..." he smiled and closed his eyes as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 03:41:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle giggled, very tiredly.&nbsp; "You like that?&nbsp; Okay, I'll press them against you every chance I get," she promised.&nbsp; "But what I mean is, snuggling is going to turn into napping pretty soon, at least for me."&nbsp; She stifled a yawn, afraid to look at the clock.&nbsp; "I've never been so lazy in my whole life," she murmured, and she really hadn't.&nbsp; Growing up, there'd been no time for lying in bed, and she'd never picked up the habit.<br><br>"It's your fault, you wore me out," she added indistinctly, and by the end of the sentence was very nearly asleep once more, though for now her arms still held him close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:05:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was deeply relaxed and content holding her, but sleep did not take him again. He simply laid with Michelle and held her. <br><br>He murmured into her ear, "Well, I suppose we can get up... If you want... If it's safe... Cause you know, every time we've tried, we've just ended up having sex again... but maybe you wore me out this time. Maybe." <br><br>He chuckled easily, softly, on some level still not believing that he would ever need or want sex again, that he had just had the best, most perfect sex, and that somehow he was now complete.<br><br>"I'm not really tired this time... just content... I can hold you while you nap... or we can get up. Up to you, little miss happy nipples." He shifted, and kissed her earlobe, and then her cheek, before descending back to his former position.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:18:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed, barely, also quite sure that there was no danger at all of any more sexual antics breaking out, unless talking about it counted.&nbsp; "I think I'm not moving unless you make me move," she murmured.&nbsp; "Too comfy.&nbsp; But don't call me that," she added, slowly, sighing as he settled back into place.<br><br>More asleep than awake, she wondered idly if her nipples were just going to stay hard all the time now, or at least all the while he was in the room with her.&nbsp; Half-dreaming, it made perfect sense for that to happen, and she smiled at the thought of this bizarre little inconvenience.&nbsp; Charles would like it, though.&nbsp; "Don't leave," she whispered suddenly, somehow afraid that he might, and she held him tighter for a moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 05:27:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He held while she fell asleep, and held her some more while she slept as well. He stayed relaxed, and was a little drowsy, but he did not slumber. In slow increments, he slowly started to feel the need for a cigarette. He became antsy, and wondered what the best way to disentangle himself from her without waking her would be, when she rolled over. <br><br>He took the respite to gently slide out of bed. He covered her with the sheet, and then found his pants. Then he light up, and so relieved, went to use the restroom again for a different type of relief. Once relieved, he tried to decide what to do. Should he wake her in a little bit, or let her sleep as long as it did not get too late?<br><br>She seemed to be slumbering peacefully, and so he went out to the kitchen and finished cleaning up from breakfast. He grabbed something to drink, and looked longingly in the fridge for something to eat. He was very hungry by now, but he decided to wait for Michelle, so they could eat together.<br><br>He thought about looking to see what was on TV, or maybe turning on the computer to check his email or play a game. Somehow, none of those options seemed appealing. He had another smoke, and then went back into the bedroom, and curled up next to Michelle again. It had nearly been an hour that she'd slept since he crept out of bed. He hoped that she'd wake up again. Strange as it sounded even to himself, he felt somehow lonely with her asleep. Still, the thought of her naked and slumbering in his bed brought a smile to his lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 15:58:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle woke almost instantly when he slid back into the bed, though she was still bleary, as she usually was whenever she napped.&nbsp; Had he left and just come back?&nbsp; She couldn't quite decide, but at least he was there now, and that was enough.<br><br>She shifted to settle into his arms again, smiling sleepily.&nbsp; "What time is it?&nbsp; You must be starved."&nbsp; She wrinkled her nose, smelling cigarette smoke on him, but kissed him anyway.&nbsp; "Are all the stores closed yet?&nbsp; I'm so embarrassed," she said, mortified at her own laziness.<br><br>Strangely, she'd all but forgotten her previous worries about exactly what sort of person all this weird stuff made her.&nbsp; He wasn't running away or throwing her out, and if he didn't mind, she didn't care what the rest of the world thought.&nbsp; But she still couldn't believe she hadn't done anything practical yet, and it must be well into the afternoon by now.&nbsp; She kissed and nuzzled slowly against him in a way that would have been a silent request for sex at any other time, but was now just the only way she felt she could express anything of how she felt, waking up next to him like this, both of them warm, happy, and utterly sated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 07:01:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, it's still early enough... about two-thirty I think." he replied. He lazily stretched while groaning next to her, and suppressed a yawn. Then he returned her kisses and nuzzles, wrapping his arms gently around her. He slowly shifted until he was on his back, and pulled her on top of him in to a straddling position. Her hair fell down around his face, seemingly making a cave blocking out everything except her face. He smiled up at her, and then his empty stomach grumbled noisily, clearly needing to be filled again.<br><br>"Yeah, we ought to get up and go eat." Instead, he pushed up and kissed her on the mouth again. He still held her, but gently, so as to let her slip away if she decided to move.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 07:35:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh, that is <em>not</em> early," Michelle said firmly.&nbsp; Except no matter how guilty she felt for not moving, she still simply didn't move, couldn't move, though she knew that was silly.&nbsp; Then she found herself atop him, looking down at him and giggling as she moved her head slightly, tickling him with her hair.&nbsp; "Yep, starved," she said.&nbsp; "Food it is.&nbsp; And... we have to eat here, because I'm a mess again, thanks to a certain person."&nbsp; She managed to look annoyed for all of three seconds, then laughed again.<br><br>"All right, I guess one of us has to be the practical one," she added, sighing.&nbsp; "Come on, let's go."&nbsp; She started to stand, slowly, not letting go of him.&nbsp; It was awkward, of course, but she was determined, guiding him to stand while still keeping his arms mostly around her.&nbsp; "We have to ease into this.&nbsp; Later we can let go," she said, very seriously.&nbsp; It was a little alarming, how much she didn't want to let go, and she had to make it a joke, or she'd only scare them both.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 08:52:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He giggled and played along. He was relieved in a way at how she was playing. He did not want to let go of her, and her game made this so much easier then to have to admit that to her...<br><br>Once standing, he headed toward the restroom. "Well, this makes what, the third shower today? I don't know about you, but I don't feel like eating here. I figure that if we go find a place to go eat, it'll <em>force</em> us to get dressed and go outside."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 10:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled her eyes, almost strangely proud of needing so many showers.&nbsp; Not many people got to have so much great sex in one day, and she felt decidedly lucky, though she was almost afraid to think about that too much.&nbsp; She might jinx this.<br><br>"You're right, apparently we need something to force us out in to the world.&nbsp; I blame you, 'cause I'm never this lazy when I'm on my own."&nbsp; She grinned, keeping her arm wrapped around his waist as they headed for the bathroom.&nbsp; "Where do you want to eat?&nbsp; At least this time we might actually be able to keep our hands off each other.&nbsp; I mean, at least enough to get ready," she added, realizing that neither of them was actually letting go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 11:52:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm... well, I'm <em>always</em> up for Mexican. But I'm getting hungry enough not to care too much. Hey, there's a good Chinese place just around the corner. It's run by a family of ethnic Chinese that immigrated from Korea. They've got the best egg foo young <em>ever</em>. They're three or four inches high... and now I'm drooling just thinking about them." Charles turned on the shower, and waited for the water to warm up. As usual, the running water made him want to urinate although he really did not need to. He suppressed a giggle, as he wondered if the same thing happened to women, and suddenly visualizing Michelle sitting on the toilette peeing while still holding his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 16:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle did in fact have to use the facilities, but now seemed an awkward time for that.&nbsp; She didn't want to let go, but that seemed like a bit too much togetherness.&nbsp; "Any hot water left?&nbsp; I think we'll need to invest in a bigger water heater if we're going to do this again, just in case.&nbsp; You go on and get in, and I'll be there in a minute," she said, giving him a light but lingering kiss before gently urging him towards the shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 17:41:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed her back, only to be mildly surprised that the kiss tasted like sex. He wasn't sure if it was her or him; probably both of them by this point. He reminded himself to brush his teeth before leaving. As she pushed him away, toward the shower, he hesitated briefly, wanting only to drag her in with him. Hell, <em>he</em> wouldn't mind if she peed in the shower. He did it all the time. He almost said something to that effect, but considering how she reacted when he "marked his territory", he figured that he should just her do her thing. At least what he assumed was her thing at least; his guess was that she needed to pee, but it was only a guess.<br><br>"Uh... Alright. I'll get it nice and steamy for you. Don't take too long." He stepped in the shower, and pulled opaque, dark blue shower curtain closed. As he started lathering up, he wondered if he should peek. <em>Meh, we're not that far along in the relationship yet. Probably the most I could get away with would be splashing her from behind the curtain; of course she'll retaliate at some point for that,</em> he thought. He smiled mischievously, and considered the best way and time to splash her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 18:32:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could almost guess what he was thinking, but she wasn't about to do anything in his shower except shower.&nbsp; Well, and have sex, but that was all right.&nbsp; "No, I won't be long.&nbsp; I think we need steamy -- real steam, I mean, to help feel less sore.&nbsp; I've got a couple of aching muscles."<br><br>With the curtain closed at last, she relieved herself, though with a watchful eye on the curtain.&nbsp; "And I know what you're thinking," she called, sure that he had some mischief in his head.&nbsp; He nearly always did, apparently.&nbsp; "Just don't do it."&nbsp; She'd just have to hurry, to give him that much less time to be tempted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 19:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled evilly from behind the curtain. A dripping hand snaked out from between the curtain and the wall. The fingers were curled, fingertips hooked behind the thumb, almost like a fist. Like the head of a snake or some other beast, it seemed to look around for a moment. Then, with impossibly good aim, the fingers flicked open, flinging warm water at the seated Michelle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 20:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, no, you don't," Michelle gasped, spotting the hand instantly.&nbsp; "Charles, don't you dare!"&nbsp; She kept her eyes fixed on his fingers, ready to dart out of the way, as she fumbled with the paper dispenser.&nbsp; "Could you <em>not</em> give in to temptation just this -- "&nbsp; And then the water flew, and she was splashed -- only a little, of course, but it was the principle of the thing, it really was.&nbsp; She'd <em>told</em> him not to.<br><br>She brushed water off her face, then sighed.&nbsp; "Of course you realize this means war," she said, solemnly.&nbsp; Then she stood and flushed the toilet, calmly, moving to wash her hands as she waited for the shout of protest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 20:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"GYAH!" he screamed, jumping wholly out of the shower. Then he whipped his head down, up again, and down again, yelling, "Rock and Roll," as if he were Ozzy himself, while headbanging and getting water <em>everywhere</em>.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 20:36:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The yell was, she had to admit, a rather satisfying sound.&nbsp; His leap from the shower was completely unexpected, though, and she shrieked with him, splashing water around herself as she spun away from the sink.&nbsp; "<em>Now</em> what are you doing?" she exclaimed, watching this display of headbanging prowess in astonishment, flinching away from the spray of the water.&nbsp; "I am <em>not</em> cleaning this up," she added, firmly, squealing as a particularly large splash struck her in the shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 20:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I WIN!" He shouted, raising his fists triumphantly in the air. <br><br>"Surrender!" Charles commanded Michelle in a loud, fakely commanding voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 21:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Never!" she cried in return, splashing water from the faucet at him, even though he couldn't possibly get any wetter.&nbsp; "I will not be defeated!"&nbsp; She laughed and squealed again, splashing her own legs almost as much as she splashed him.<br><br>At that point, an angry shout echoed from the ceiling and she stopped in mid-giggle.&nbsp; The words were unintelligible, but the meaning was clear, as they were punctuated by the sound of stomping feet.&nbsp; Michelle bit her lip guiltily, though she was still on the verge of laughter.&nbsp; "Oh, I forgot.&nbsp; Your neighbors are going to kill you!" she said, in an exaggerated whisper.&nbsp; "And I'd better not let them see me when I leave, either," she added, giggling again, very quietly this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 21:40:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He squealed as she splashed him with cold water from the sink, and ineffectually tried to dodge away from the cold water. Then came the pounding and shouting from above, and his eyes went wide as he looked up. "Shit," he mouthed silently, and slink ed back into the shower.<br><br>When Michelle joined him, he spoke low to her, as if afraid that they'd be overhear. "This is why I hate living in apartments..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 00:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slipped into the shower with an equally guilty look, still keeping up the whispering as though to make up for the earlier noise.&nbsp; "Is that neighbor really awful?" she asked, quickly wetting her hair.&nbsp; "I mean, he isn't going to try and get you in trouble or anything, is he?&nbsp; We really need a house if we're going to keep being so loud," she added, only too late realizing how that sounded.&nbsp; "Or at least better soundproofing," she went on hastily, fumbling for the soap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 14:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah... they're not too bad. We have an agreement - pound instead of calling the manager or cops. They <em>usually</em> make more noise then me... They used to be <em>a lot</em> worse then they are now. People constantly coming and going. People moving in or out. Lots of partys... You know, college kid shit. But they got more stable, sorta. Quieter at least since <em>she</em> moved in."<br><br>Charles finished rinsing the soap off up as he talked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 15:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The opposite of you, then, since you get ten times noisier as soon as there's a girl in your place,"&nbsp; Michelle observed, smiling wryly as she soaped herself up.&nbsp; At least this time they'd actually get clean and stay clean, for a while, anyway.&nbsp; She was finding sore places, definitely, but the warm water was helping with that, easing cramped muscles.&nbsp; It was only those places where he'd spanked her backside that didn't quite appreciate the spray of the water, but otherwise it felt great.&nbsp; "I'm glad I didn't get you thrown out, at least," she added, apologetically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 14:58:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">- - -</div><br>Charles was dressed comfortably in&nbsp; a pair of jeans, and a comfortable black tee-shirt with simple white writting on it that declared, "I Bite." He clenched a cigarette in his lips while he pulled out of the gated apartment complex, and out in to traffic toward the mall.<br><br>After getting settled nicely into traffic, Charles reached over and turned the radio down low enough so the two of them could talk. He looked over at her with a look on his face that was at once uncomfortable and worried. "Uh... Michelle? I didn't really think about this last night or this morning... But what are we doing about birth control?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 17:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle looked at him in blank confusion.&nbsp; "But... I thought you were taking care of that."&nbsp; She stared a moment longer, then burst out laughing.&nbsp; "I'm sory, I've just always wanted to do that.&nbsp; Men always seem to ask questions like that when it's way too late to fix anything."<br><br>She couldn't quite stop giggling, even though she was genuinely sorry if she'd scared him.&nbsp; "Seriously, I'm on the pill.&nbsp; We're fine."&nbsp; She patted his arm reassuringly, then smoothed out her clothes.&nbsp; Her blouse, after being abandoned twice, was a bit wrinkled and limp, but it looked presentable enough, and certainly more reassuring than Charles' t-shirt, which might draw looks in the nicer shops.&nbsp; And, thankfully, it wasn't too difficult to sit down, at least in the car seat.&nbsp; She could feel the mark of every spank, it seemed, but it was only an annoyance, something she could ignore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 02:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He just stared at her for a moment at her first words, and his jaw slowly dropped open. Then when she apologized and revealed the joke for what it was, he laughed in a round about way. "Ohhh.... oh-oh-oh-oh-oh..."<br><br>It was a dark and deep laughter. Clearly he was still a bit upset, perhaps even a little angry, but amused nonetheless. It was the laughter of someone that had been the butt of a practical joke that fully intended retribution one day. He looked away to watch the road, and corrected to keep from nailing a parked car. He shook his head, still smiling despite trying not to.<br><br>"Well now... At least we don't have to drop by the drug store to get the morning after pill... And uh... yeah. You got me. Good one..." He shook his head again, thoughts of revenge clearly on his scheming face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 03:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The last of her giggles vanished as she realized the depth of Charles' reaction, and also realized that she might live to regret giving in to that particular temptation.&nbsp; "Um, well, just a friendly little joke... between friends, you know," she said, torn between sounding defensive and continuing to tease him.&nbsp; "Or whatever you call it," she added doubtfully.<br><br>She studied his face uneasily, but could think of nothing to help deflect the subject except time.&nbsp; With any luck, he'd forget to take his revenge... except she doubted that would happen.&nbsp; He'd latched on, and wouldn't let go easily.&nbsp; "Okay, no jokes.&nbsp; Got it."&nbsp; She muttered these words under her breath, desperately seeking a change of subject.&nbsp; "So, judging from your wardrobe, I take it you don't think black lingerie is too trite?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 03:50:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um... no... didn't say jokes are bad. I'm just gonna have to figure out how to get you back is all. It's ok. Really...<br><br>"Oh... and you didn't notice that my <em>regular</em> underwear is black? How could lingerie possibly be <em>trite</em> if it's black? Pink is trite... ewww. White is boring. Flesh tone is just wrong somehow. That leaves what? Black, the most classic, best, and enduring color EVER. Then there's red, blue, green, and uh, I think that's about it. I mean, I'll be open minded if you pull out some chartruse thingy, whatever color that is, but I don't think I'm gonna like yellow, orange, or brown. I mean brown's like the worst color for underwear, don'tcha think? Even if you're not trying to hide track marks, it makes it look like you're trying to hide track marks. Am I right, or am I right... or am I right?" He smiled, and laughed a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 04:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh, no, that's <em>not</em> okay.&nbsp; Really," Michelle said, already thinking nervously of the most awful practical jokes when she least expected them.&nbsp; "That's why jokes are bad."<br><br>Still, she couldn't help but laugh at his rant about colors.&nbsp; "No, definitely no chartreuse.&nbsp; Not a chance.&nbsp; That's about the most sickly yellowish-green you could imagine.&nbsp; No one should be allowed to make lingerie that color.&nbsp; Maybe some red, maybe some blue... but I'll try and find lots of nice black stuff for you.&nbsp; Anything to keep you in a good mood," she added, once more nervous, though starting to wonder if maybe keeping him in a good mood was the way to go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 19:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed with Michelle, but could sense her nervousness afterwards. He didn't want her nervous. The two of them seemed in sync often, but perhaps it was something to do with their unspoken arrangement, but when they were out of sync, he really seemed to feel it. He wondered if rich men felt this sort of thing with their mistresses, or whether it came more naturally to them then it seemed to for him. There again, perhaps it wasn't quite the same thing... the truly rich and powerful seldom got to where they were by being nice people. Most often they were rather ruthless individuals that thought nothing of using people and then casting them aside when they were no longer useful. Could he do that? He wasn't really rich like the men that he was thinking about. He shuddered and pushed the question aside - he didn't want to know the answer.<br><br>Sure, he had quite a bit of money set aside, a large savings that he was hoping to use as a large down payment on a home. There was also the inheritance that would be coming from the sale of his grandma's home... if the market would just turn around enough to get a good price. Conversely, this might be exactly the right time to start shopping for homes himself. He'd half to carefully watch the prime rate, and watch what the big boys like Fannie May were doing. If he was careful and watched the signs, he should be able to predict when the housing market would bottom out, which would be the prime time to be signing papers. He was a mortgage loan officer, he knew how to read the signs better then most. And there were no pesky laws about "insider trading" when it came to real property.<br><br>The silence beside the radio playing, suddenly started to feel oppressive. He felt that he needed to say <em>something</em>. But what? He wasn't the best at small talk. He thought back to the morning and evening, looking for something that he could pick up from before that would be distracting. He suddenly remembered Michelle asking him what he normally did on Sundays. Actually, that <em>was</em> sort of an odd question, and now he wondered why she'd asked. <br><br>"So... you heard how I normally spend my boring ass Sundays. What do you normally do on Sundays? Anything in particular? And, uh, why'd you ask in the first place?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 15:25:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle shrugged, now not quite sure herself -- and now that the silence was broken, she realized just how awkward it had been.&nbsp; It was mainly the contrast, she supposed, since they usually got along so well... any change in that seemed a lot more dramatic than it really was, maybe.<br><br>"Just looking for a plan for the day," she said.&nbsp; "And making sure I wasn't keeping you from anything important, too, I guess.&nbsp; Not that many people do much on Sundays, I suppose, at least people without kids.&nbsp; I just do the same kinds of things you do -- laundry, cleaning.&nbsp; Oh, and if I feel really ambitious, sometimes I cook up a lot of food to put in the freezer for the week.&nbsp; It's a total pain, but it saves a lot of time and money later.&nbsp; Otherwise the deli gets half my paycheck."&nbsp; She grinned, used to making jokes about being relatively poor.&nbsp; "Lingerie shopping will be much more fun, trust me."&nbsp; And it would be, since she wouldn't have to worry about how much anything cost for once.<br><br>"I guess I wanted to make sure you weren't going to be glued to the TV every Sunday watching sports, either," she added, laughing.&nbsp; Strange as his music was, she'd rather have that blaring than football on the television screen 24/7, the way so many guys seemed to like it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 23:07:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heh... nah, none of that for me. Like I said, I <em>might</em> watch a football game or two a year if I got nothing better to do, and that's about it. Hell, I don't really care enough about it to realize when the super bowl is most years, so I usually miss that too. No big deal. I'd end up having to look up to see who's playing anyway...<br><br>"Ok, well we're on the road, and I don't know about you, but I'm starving <em>to death</em>. Like literally, I might just keel over at any moment from starvation. So, we still need to figure out what we want to eat. Me, I'm kinda getting beyond caring though, and I'm likely to just pull in anywhere. Er, except that Church's chicken we just passed - I got food poisoning there once, so I won't go back. Anyway, what sounds good? I suggested Chinese or Mexican, because to me, there's just no such thing as too much of either, but pretty much anything's on the table at this point...<br><br>"Or are you going to do the typical woman thing of saying, 'I dunno, you pick,' and then when I pick wrong, you get to be all irritated that I didn't read your mind well enough?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 01:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle laughed, even though she felt like she should really object to his whole line of reasoning on behalf of her fellow women.&nbsp; "Um, no.&nbsp; That makes no sense.&nbsp; I would rather not be irritated, thanks, so if I say I don't know, then that means I really don't have a preference.&nbsp; So stop trying to read my mind, because I don't really need anyone messing around in there."<br><br>She was still grinning, and finally shook her head.&nbsp; "But tempting as it is to see if you're really going to keel over, how about we get some Chinese food?&nbsp; I could use a crab rangoon.&nbsp; Is there a good buffet or something around here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 20:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ew... No, I <em>don't</em> do Chinese buffets. Most Chinese food only takes a few minutes to make. On the other hand, most of the veggies are supposed to be carte blanche in Chinese food. But when it's been sitting around on a steam tray for 45 minutes, the veggies get fully cooked and turn to mush. The noodles get overcooked, the rice starts turning hard, or to mush, from over cooking, and the sauces get overcooked and get all nasty. <br><br>"Nah, but what I do have is a nice little unassuming place that most people would never even notice. The family that runs it are first generation ethnic Chinese from South Korea. They make the best Chinese food I've ever had, because it's virtually not Americanized. If Charlie's in the kitchen, we can even get Chinese style sweet and sour - you've never had it like that before. It's a brown sauce, not red. There's some sweetness, but not the cloying ketchupy sweetness that Americans expect. It's good, but the sour part might just burn holes in your tongue. Oh, and the egg fu young is to <em>die</em> for... and one is big enough to feed a small nation..."<br><br>Charles makes a quick turn at the next intersection, down a small, unassuming residential street. It lets out at the back of a small strip mall, and just a couple of minutes later, Charles is pulling up in front of the restaurant that's tucked between an insurance broker and a skateboarding shop. The sign simply reads, "Chinese Food."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 17:22:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle thought it was more than possible to get good food from a buffet, but decided she'd better keep that opinion to herself, at least if she wanted to get a free lunch -- or at least as free as one could get in this world.&nbsp; "I don't think I really want a hole in my tongue," she said dryly.&nbsp; "And I know your tongue has been through enough lately."&nbsp; She still shuddered every time she imagined that happening to her, though really, he seemed pretty okay with it, surprisingly.<br><br>The location made her doubtful, to say the least, but she was hungry enough to experiment, and obviously he'd never gotten food poisoning here.&nbsp; "How much business do they get here?" she asked, surprised that even a small restaurant could survive in such a spot.&nbsp; Maybe she was underestimating the food.<br><br>"So are we going to split a giant egg fu young, or are you hungry enough to eat one all by yourself?"&nbsp; She got out of the car, smiling wryly, waiting a little shyly for him to lead the way inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 23:05:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He winced at her tongue comment, saying, "Oh. Yeah... didn't think about that. Good thinking. Thank you." He came around to her side of the car, and gave her a passionate hug and a kiss by way of thanks.<br><br>"Oh, I'm definitely hungry enough to eat one by itself, and more too. Do we wanna get the whole poo-poo platter and everything?" Charles asked as he led her into the small restaurant. The restaurant looked very clean, and that was the best that could be said about it. The decorations seemed second rate, and with the large storefront windows looking out onto the parking lot, there was none of the normal ambiance that one so often finds in a good Chinese restaurant.<br><br>An older woman behind the window ringing up a customer smiled and nodded at Charles and Michelle as he led them in. Charles grabbed a couple of menus, and led Nicole past the sign asking that guests wait to be seated, and took her to a booth in the corner. He waited for her to sit, facing the rest of the room, and then he sat next to her. <br><br>"Well I already know that I want the kung pao beef. It's <em>really</em> spicy, and just to die for... Oh, tongue huh? Maybe I should get something else? Maybe the cherry pork instead - it's <em>so</em> good. Sorta like sweet and sour, but earthier and less sweet. More sophistimicated," he said the last with a smile and a nod.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 17:35:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um, I don't know -- what is a poo-poo platter exactly?&nbsp; I mean, I know it's better than it sounds..."&nbsp; Michelle stepped inside with him, looking around, still faintly bemused from that unexpected but very welcome kiss.&nbsp; Somehow it had made everything seem more real, more settled, and less a fling or a business arrangement or anything other than a relationship, scared as she was even about thinking the word.<br><br>"Sophistimicated it is, then," she said, smiling fondly at the look on his face.&nbsp; All men really were like little boys sometimes, and it was almost hard to believe this was the same guy who'd been ravaging her just a little while ago.&nbsp; A faint twinge as she sat down on the only moderately comfortable seat reminded her vividly of that ravaging, and she almost blushed at the memories.&nbsp; "I still want some egg foo young, though.&nbsp; Can I just have some of yours?"&nbsp; Chinese food usually begged to be shared anyway, but somehow that made this all seem more permanent, too, and she had to pinch her leg beneath the table to remind herself not to be silly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 14:50:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles giggled at her remark about the poo-poo platter. "Yeah... it's better then it sounds. I'd never heard of it before either, before I hooked up with my Ex. She was Filipino, so she knew <em>way</em> more then I do about Chinese food, and I'm no slouch. It's what most Chinese places simply call the appetizer plate on the menu. Egg rolls, spare ribs, stuffed wontons, all that...<br><br>"So I guess I'll order the Egg Fu Young, and you can order whatever catches your eye. Ask me if you need descriptions on any of the dishes... I'm familiar with a lot more of them then a typical white boy. Like I said, the Cherry Pork is unbelievable, but if you prefer something more savory, the Mu Shu Pork is to die for. If you've never had a Chinese burrito, you need to at some point."<br><br>Charles wrapped his arm around Michelle as she looked at the menu. After a bit, the fifty something year old Chinese woman that had been ringing up the bill at the front came by the table, and set a tea pot with two cups down for them, and a pair of water glasses. "Here you go Chahl'z." The woman said, "You know what you want? Or few minute to decide?"<br><br>She smiled at both of them, and seemed intrigued by the Michelle, but didn't ask any prying questions... yet. It was quite obvious that Charles was in this restaurant often enough that he was on a first name basis with the staff.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 15:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, you're definitely not typical," Michelle murmured, smiling as she snuggled into his near-embrace.&nbsp; She backed off a little as the woman approached, though Michelle was actually hoping for some prying questions, since she was dying to find out how Charles would explain her.&nbsp; She also had to make herself not read too much into the fact that he'd brought her someplace where he was known, a real regular.<br><br>"You can decide on the platter, since you're so famished," she said to him, then turned to smile at the woman.&nbsp; "I'd like the Cherry Pork, please," she said, wondering if she was being judged as to her suitability for a favorite customer.&nbsp; "I hear it's fantastic."&nbsp; Already she'd forgotten her doubts about the place, and felt quite at home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 18:59:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I'll have the egg fu young, a poo poo platter, and I'm thinking about some soup too... Hmm, egg drop or wonton, egg drop or wonton... Wonton..? Nah, one of each, and we can share." Charles finally decided.<br><br>The woman laughed, and then repeated the order back to them perfectly. She hadn't written anything down. Once she departed, she did a round, and checked on the other tables. After a few minutes, she hustled back into the kitchen, and barked out orders in one of the Chinese dialects to the cook. Just moments later, the sound of cold meat sizzling in a hot wok filled the kitchen, and the already pleasant smelling restaurant started to smell even better.<br><br>Charles filled the time while waiting for the first course to come out chitchatting about the restaurant. He explained how the restaurant technically had no employees, as everyone was a member of the family, and so it was truly a family restaurant, and all of the family's hopes, dreams, and prosperity were all wrapped up in this little restaurant. They'd sold everything back in Korea to immigrate, to come to the U.S. and make a new start. He then pointed out that although the place wasn't as fancifully decorated as some, and it was small in a somewhat subprime location, it was one of the cleanest restaurants he'd ever eaten at. He reached up to a small framed picture over Michelle's shoulder, and ran a finger along the top of it, just to prove the point - there was no dust collected on the frame.<br><br>The soups arrived first. "Which do you want to try first?" he asked Michelle. The egg drop was of course a deep yellow, clear but thick broth, with wispy bits of egg floating in it, garnished on top with a bit of chopped scallion, while the wonton soup looked a bit more substantial in a brownish clear broth with stuffed wontons and bok choy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 04:15:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you live here?" Michelle teased, laughing, as he explained all about the place.&nbsp; "Maybe they'll adopt you and make it official.&nbsp; It wouldn't be so bad to smell this food all the time, anyway."&nbsp; It did smell wonderful, and now she realized just how hungry she was -- though she was still quite sure they'd never manage to eat even half of what Charles had ordered.<br><br>When the soup arrived, she inhaled the scent from one bowl, then the other.&nbsp; "Mm.&nbsp; Egg drop, please.&nbsp; I just hope you're going to give me enough exercise to work off all this food we keep eating.&nbsp; I've eaten more food today than I usually do in a week, I think."&nbsp; She nudged him gently in the ribs, smiling just a little wickedly, before taking up a spoon and preparing to dive in to the soup.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 17:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hmm'd and grunted in the right places, and even managed to look at her and smile, but he didn't respond verbally. He was <em>hungry</em> and was eating the soup too quickly to be able to pause for words without being so rude as to speak around a mouthful of soup.<br><br>Charles had just about finished his soup, when his stomach growled again, as if asking for something more substantial. Nevertheless, he forced himself to stop, and he looked over at Michelle, almost looking embarrassed at how he was eating.<br><br>"Uh... sorry, there's not much left, but I was wondering if you wanted to try some of the wonton soup?" Just then, the poo-poo platter arrived, with the egg rolls, spare ribs, fried wontons, ragoons, skewers of marinated beef, and succulent little bits of super tender chicken in little tinfoil pouches.<br><br>Little platter of hot mustard and sweet and sour sauce were also set on table. The Chinese woman said, "Careful, hot," as she set everything down, and indeed, the eggrolls were still wet with oil and a few items were still bubbling just a little.<br><br>Then the woman hurried to another table that had just sat themselves to take their drink orders. The restaurant had yet to get crowded, but there had been a steady trickle of tables coming and going.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 17:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was fighting back giggles, watching him eat and fascinated by his attempts to reply without spitting soup at her.&nbsp; She didn't think she'd ever seen anyone eat so fast, and was wishing she'd timed him on eating the soup.&nbsp; He might be breaking some kind of world record.<br><br>She laughed outright when he finally forced a halt, which obviously took some effort, and slid the bowl away from him, exchanging it with her own at least half-full bowl.&nbsp; "Here, you try some of this, and then dive into those before your stomach starts eating its way out," she giggled, nodding to the platter.<br><br>"Just remember the tongue, okay?" she added quietly, darting in for a quick kiss now that he'd paused for a breath.&nbsp; "Oh, and please, try to give me some warning if I accidentally get in the way.&nbsp; It would be bad form to start eating me right in the middle of the restaurant."&nbsp; Her eyes sparkled and she bit her lip, still half-surprised at how comfortable she felt with him so much of the time.&nbsp; "Mm, rangoons," she murmured, reaching out to set one aside for her own consumption and then blowing on her slightly burned fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 20:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wha... I'm starving <em>to death</em> here," he said, jokingly exaggerating, and laughing at his own manic eating habits...<br><br>When Michelle reaches for a ragoon, he scrunches up his face, like he'd just bit into a lemon. "You can eat <em>all</em> of those - I won't touch 'em. They've got <em>cream cheese in </em> 'em... bleh!"<br><br>The way he said cream cheese suggested that it was one of the most disgusting substances on Earth, obviously unsuitable for human consumption. He did grab an eggroll roll though, and set it in his little plate, proceeding to blow on his fingers as Michelle had. "Whoa, hot," he hissed.<br><br>"These eggrolls are the good kind... Got meat in 'em. Not those vege kind that most places try to pawn off on ya."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 15:30:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mm, yummy cream cheese," Michelle teased, picking up her plate and waving the scent of the rangoon in his direction.&nbsp; "That's good, though -- if there are things you won't eat, then I know you won't devour absolutely everything and leave me starving.&nbsp; Any other dislikes, so I know what I can safely reach for?&nbsp; Would I be safe taking any vegetable egg rolls we might happen across, for instance?"<br><br>She looked at him with absolute innocence, while she tried to find something that was actually cool enough to risk sampling.&nbsp; It seemed as though the place must absolutely bustle at times, and she wondered, with a hint of very self-conscious pride, how many people here were other regulars, wondering themselves who she was.&nbsp; She'd almost forgotten how nice it could be, at least sometimes, to be part of a couple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 16:30:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eh?" he said, giving her a funny look. Understanding slowly dawned, and then he said, "Oh, well help yourself to what we got, and what we get. I'm pretty good about sharing - you know, I'm not one of those guys that guards his food and stabs at people with a fork or anything... I was just saying that I don't like ragoons is all. But now that you mention it, I really don't like anything creamy. Mayo, cream cheese, ranch," he actually paused and shuddered while making a disgusted face, "cottage cheese, sour cream... all that sorta stuff, you can keep it. <em>I</em> won't touch it. I have ta buy mayo in those little tiny picnic size jars, and sometimes it <em>still</em> goes bad before I use it all. Same thing with sour cream. And uh... in my whole life, I've never, <em>ever</em> bought cream cheese or ranch. The only time I'd ever consider buying cream cheese is if I was gonna try to make a cheese cake, but I don't like cheese cake enough to bother trying to make it, although I will concede that cheese cake <em>is</em> edible - sorta."<br><br>By the time he finished, his egg roll had cooled enough that he was able to go ahead and start eating it, while making the sorts of groaning sounds that almost sounded obscene. He entirely missed the subtle but incredulous looks that a woman at another table was giving him. Charles also seemed to miss her leaning over and whispering something about cheesecake to the lady sitting next to her, who immediatly shot Charles a surprised look.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 16:42:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you kidding?&nbsp; Cheesecake is ambrosia.&nbsp; Little cool slices of heaven."&nbsp; Michelle rolled her eyes skyward, clearly imagining the bliss of such a dessert.&nbsp; "Mayonnaise I can take or leave, and cottage cheese is disgusting, but anything that's such an integral part of cheesecake <em>must</em> be held in the highest esteem."<br><br>She nudged his ribs gently, risking a bite of her own treat, which was still unpleasantly warm, but bearable.&nbsp; Then the looks from their neighbors caught her attention, and she swallowed quickly, now nudging him to get his attention.&nbsp; "Easy there, cowboy, I think you're alarming the locals," she whispered, fighting back a grin at the astonishment of the two women.&nbsp; "They're not used to the way you eat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 12:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles chuckled low, and whispered back, "They probably heard the cheese cake thing too, and are wondering what hell dimension I just stepped out of... or something like that."<br><br>He helped himself to a little of everything on the appetizer tray except the ragoons, and was just about to finish up his serving when the main courses arrived. The food looked as wonderful as it smelled as the Chinese woman set the plates down with a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 03:40:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"See?&nbsp; You're weird.&nbsp; Everyone knows it's ambrosia but you."&nbsp; Michelle mainly watched him eat, fascinated at how much food he seemed able to put away.&nbsp; She tried a little of all the choices, and then regretted it as she began to feel quite full already, before even setting eyes on her entree.<br><br>But even so, the smell of the food made her mouth water, and she smiled a thank you to the woman as she put the plates down.&nbsp; "At this rate, I don't think I'll fit into any of the things I wanted to buy," she giggled, inhaling the delicious scent, since it was obviously too hot to taste yet.&nbsp; "I think this is my dinner, too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 05:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, you get a lot of bang for your buck here. But there's always leftovers." He suddenly regretted his remark. He was trying not to focus on the unspoken financial arrangement here, but <em>bang for your buck</em> sounded to his ears like a particularly poor choice of phrase. He pretended not to notice the faux pas, and reached for the plates of food. He served himself up some rice and some of each of the two main courses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 17:09:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle didn't notice the possible other meanings of that comment -- until he did.&nbsp; She instantly felt his tension, and his deliberate focus on the food to try and smooth things over, perhaps.&nbsp; But this was the sort of thing that was bound to happen, she supposed, and they'd both have to get used to it.&nbsp; Lots of phrases involved money or the lack thereof, and they couldn't possibly avoid them all.&nbsp; Besides, what was so wrong with this?&nbsp; It wasn't like they weren't both getting things they wanted out of the arrangement.<br><br>"I'd better not ever eat here without you, or I'll end up buried in leftovers."&nbsp; She scooped up some rice, now investigating the look and smell of his dish.&nbsp; "How's your tongue holding up?&nbsp; I can't believe you can still swallow so fast," she teased, trying to get rid of the last hint of awkwardness.&nbsp; That drove her crazy, and she wanted to feel just as comfortable with him as ever.&nbsp; That was at least half the fun of this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>14-09-2008, 21:55:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My tongue? Unless I do something stupid with it, it only hurts when I think about it," Charles teased, elbowing her in slightly in the side. <em>How's your butt?</em> he thought in response, but had just enough tact not to say. He cock started throbbing a little at the thought of taking her back there, but after a few seconds, the throbbing of excitement went away, only to be replaced by a different type of throbbing. The mild sort of throbbing of the skin that indicated overuse.<br><br>He thought of the dark secret of taking her from the back, especially on the first date, and his present inability to discuss it. Somehow, the thought that someone might overhear, and the idea that he dare not speak openly of it made the excitement all the more forbidden and intense. The two different throbbings combined into something new, and somehow this combined with the forbidden thoughts. He was overused and sore, and he still wanted more. Regardless of the money situation, regardless of any of that other stuff, he realized something; he was like a junkie with a new drug. Perhaps it was just an illusion, but it sure didn't feel like it right now. <br><br>Charles looked at Michelle, and leaned in close. "So ah... how are <em>you</em>," he made a point of very obviously looking at her ass, "doin?". Biting his lower lip was incident. He suddenly felt slightly awkward instead of sexy, and he blushed slightly, but didn't look away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-09-2008, 22:29:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle felt a slow blush travel up her face, half embarrassment, half guilty pleasure at their shared secret.&nbsp; She hadn't really thought about it quite that way before, but it was a guilty secret, the kind she'd never had before, and she was discovering it was kind of fun.&nbsp; Her eyes met his, and she realized he was a little uncomfortable about the teasing, but that somehow made it even better.<br><br>Smiling slowly, she leaned closer as well, whispering her reply.&nbsp; "About how you'd expect, I guess.&nbsp; Just sore enough that I won't forget -- as if I could anyway."&nbsp; She wriggled next to him, at first just testing the soreness, something that was strangely tempting.&nbsp; The next minute it felt a little different, and she blushed again to realize that.&nbsp; It was weird and a little scary, that one look and loaded question from him could do this, but it was also fantastic, and she wanted to hang on to all of it.&nbsp; "But it's a <em>very</em> nice reminder, don't you think?"&nbsp; Her hand reached over without her thinking about it, resting lightly on his thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 07:19:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled too, and inhaled quickly through his teeth as she put her hand on his thigh. He leaned in further, and with a whisper in her ear, he said, "Michelle... I think I'm going to have to take you home and make you dessert... but later, after we get back from shopping."<br><br>He gave her a soft kiss on her earlobe, then moved away slightly. His eyes flitted around the room for a moment, but he noticed no one watching them. He reached down to her hand on his thigh, and moved it over to his slowly throbbing and slowly swelling member. "I can't believe that you actually have my engine running again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 17:49:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soft as it was, she felt a slow, delicious tingling radiate out from his kiss and bit her lip, feeling like an overly hormonal teenager again.&nbsp; "If you have anything else for dessert, I'll be very disappointed," she whispered, brushing a kiss against his cheek.&nbsp; When this whole thing had started -- already it seemed ages ago -- she'd been ready to feign desire as much as necessary to keep him interested, but she hadn't had to do that at all yet, and doubted she ever would.&nbsp; It seemed they both felt like hormonal teenagers, with their arousal thankfully very in sync.<br><br>And he proved it to her the next moment, guiding her hand over to the slowly growing swelling beneath the fabric.&nbsp; She smiled, slowly, proud and excited and suddenly planning to get this shopping over with as soon as possible.&nbsp; "Believe it or not, just enjoy.&nbsp; Think about exactly what kind of dessert you want."&nbsp; Keeping a nervous eye out for any overly curious glances, she kept her hand where it was, enjoying the feel of him coming back to life.&nbsp; She was already following her own suggestion, thinking about things they could do back at his place, and marvelling that she still wanted to, so very much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 13:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He showed a small, secretive smile, and scooted a little closer to her, simply wanting to feel her closer to him, not minding the extra heat despite that between the warmth of the restaurant, the warmth of his belly from the tea and soup, and his natural hot bloodedness, that he was starting to flush and in danger of breaking out with a sweat. He felt that the heat seemed to be coming off of him in waves. Still, it there was a deep contentedness that was starting to set in between the food and Michelle beside him. He was starting to get full, but didn't want this moment to end. <br><br>With a lingering and lazy intent, he set his fork down next to the devastated and nearly empty plate. With the same languishing movements, he reached over and picked up one of the ignored packages of chopsticks. With a glance to see if Michelle was watching him, he opened the pack. He took the two chopsticks in each hand, and rubbed them together in a movement reminiscent of an old church lady rubbing her fingers together indicating that she thought something was naughty. It only took a few seconds of this to make sure that any possible splinters or wood shavings had been knocked off of the chopsticks. Then he put them both in his right hand, and started to use them almost expertly to pick at food, occasionally bringing a morsel to his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 20:48:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle kept smiling also, as she watched him make his preparations, one hand innocently resting under her chin while the other stayed in his lap, feeling the warmth there.&nbsp; She observed in silence for a few moments as he ate a few last bites of food, finally shaking her head.&nbsp; "You're not burning off a whole lot of calories just using chopsticks, you know," she said, still smiling indulgently.&nbsp; "But I guess you're saving the real workout for later, hm?"<br><br>She was beyond full, for the second time today, though she knew she was right about the real workout, and once more her thoughts started revolving around those possibilities, making her smile turn a little wicked.&nbsp; "I'm surprised you're not racing out the door, demanding to get this silly shopping over with."&nbsp; But like him, she was in no hurry, her leg still pressed up against his, her hand shifting very slightly over that warm bulge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 14:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles returned Michelle's wicked smile, but didn't verbally respond to her comment. Instead, he set the chopsticks down, and dropped his hand down between the two of them. He rearranged the tablecloth to better hide her hand, and then moved his own the hand, well concealed by the mustard colored tablecloth, and placed it on her leg near her knee. He let his fingers move down to her inner thigh, and then slowly slid his hand up her leg. He came not even an inch shy of her crotch before stopping his advance. He could feel the heat of her, so close.<br><br>He leaned in close and said quietly into her ear. "Once we get the check, I suppose we should go. We'll probably get kicked out if we just tear each others clothes off and do it right here on the table... But it does sound like fun."<br><br>He chuckled evilly, and kissed her neck just below her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 16:59:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle knew from his silence that he was up to something slightly dangerous even before he rearranged the tablecloth, and the first touch of his hand was like a faint, delicious electric shock.&nbsp; Maybe they'd both be lucky to survive this shopping trip; but the anticipation would make finally being able to tear each other's clothes off in private fantastic.&nbsp; Just the nearness of his hand was pretty fantastic.<br><br>"I guess it wouldn't do to be banned from a good restaurant," she whispered, leaning slowly into his kiss.&nbsp; "We can do that sometime when we're at a place where the food's terrible."&nbsp; She grinned, very lightly pressing her hand onto his throbbing erection.&nbsp; "Right now we'd better just get that check.&nbsp; Fast."&nbsp; She shifted without thinking, trying to press herself against his hand, so tantalizingly close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 14:46:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah..." he said languidly, continuing to lazily kiss and nibble on Michelle's neck, "We don't want to banned from here."<br><br>He nuzzled against her neck, and tried to suppress his evil grin, but was unable to do so. He felt the temptation to slowly rake his hand sensually up to her belly... and tickle her. He wasn't quite sure how she would react to something like that though, and it would be best not to find out if she screams and kicks like a mule in the middle of one of his favorite restaurants. Oh, the temptation was hard to resist. He satiated it as best he could by nibbling on Michelle's neck instead, in a slightly frantic fashion, both playfully, and with the intent of tickling her gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 15:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you going to eat me up, too?"&nbsp; Michelle giggled at his nibbling and the way his breath tickled over her neck, though she had enough self-control not to shriek with laughter, even though she was as tempted to do that as he was to tickle her harder.&nbsp; She wriggled quite helplessly, though, one second trying to squirm away from this mild torment and the other pressing closer.<br><br>"You know," she finally said, breathlessly, "maybe she's too discreet to bring the check while we're in the middle of this."&nbsp; That only made her giggle a little harder, until she finally bit her lip to muffle the sound.&nbsp; Her hand was alternately pressing down on his erection slightly and dancing away, all from her semi-controlled laughter, which left her barely aware of her own squirming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 11:18:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled affectionately. "You might be right... Gimme a kiss before I head to the men's room?"<br><br>He pulled away from her neck, but remained close enough that a kiss could be easily accomplished. He still wore a half suppressed silly grin on his face. His eyes showed something of a cross between mirth, affection, and desire. His eyes seemed to sparkle and show a richer shade of blue then normal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 17:26:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good plan," she approved, giving him a lingering but still reasonably decorous kiss, and smiling at him indulgently.&nbsp; Her own expression was probably at least as complicated, but most of all she was happy, and that emotion shone through over everything else.&nbsp; She felt a little like a kid with a guilty secret, but a great one, and she kissed him again, impulsively, before giving him a little push in the direction of the bathrooms.<br><br>The check did discreetly appear on the table once he was gone, and Michelle gave a smiling, shy thanks to the woman, waiting for Charles to return with a barely-contained anticipation that made her want to explain to the whole restaurant just how happy she was -- even though she really couldn't explain it, even to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 15:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles shifted, trying to get his engorged member to lie flat as he was pushed out of the booth. He could have resisted, but he didn't. As he stood, he did so in a way to where his back was to the room, while his front was to Michelle. Almost lined up with her face... well, it would be if she just leaned his direction a little. And then it twitched strongly once behind the black denim of his jeans. He shifted a bit more, trying to be subtle, and then walked to the restroom, hoping that his erection wasn't too obvious, and wasn't pushing out the front of his pants too much.<br><br>It took him a while in the restroom. It's hard to pee with an erection. There's just the difficulty of getting the muscles relaxed enough to allow it in the first place, but then there's the aiming problem as well. He didn't want to go off like a sprinkler and hose the walls in one of his favorite restaurants. So he waited, relaxed, waited some more, and tried to think of something other then the girl out there in the dinning room waiting for him.<br><br>After what felt like a long time to him, he finished up, washed his hands, and came back to the table. He saw the check waiting for him. He inwardly winced at seeing it. He should have just left his credit card on the table on his way to the restroom. He was too preoccupied with trying to hide his erection to have the presence of mind to leave the card on the table.<br><br>He pulled the card out, and picked up the bill. He took a glance at it, quickly calculated a twenty percent tip in his head, and then dropped an extra five bucks on top of that on the table. He looked with smiling eyes at Michelle, and offered his hand to help her up.<br><br>"We can pay up front, and I'd rather scoot... if you're ready to go?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 03:58:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Impatient as she was, Michelle was too distracted with her own thoughts for a while to realize that he was taking some time.&nbsp; When she did notice at last, she also guessed the reason why, remembering exactly how his jeans had looked when he'd left, and she couldn't help but wriggle a little in her seat.&nbsp; Shopping, she thought, was going to be much more exciting than she'd expected, except they'd be forced to hurry, or they'd be thrown out before she could even finish picking anything out.&nbsp; She kept trying to imagine what they'd do afterwards, but she was still sure she'd never get the hang of predicting what Charles might do next.<br><br>At last they were ready to leave, and she took his hand and stood quickly, ready to practically race back to the car.&nbsp; "If I'm ready?&nbsp; Take me away.&nbsp; Remember, I'm in desperate need of underwear."&nbsp; She felt suddenly silly, covering that up with a quick kiss, and felt on the verge of a giggle-fit all the way to the counter, tugging on his hand a little whenever he seemed to be moving too slowly.&nbsp; "I can't wait to model some for you," she added, very quietly, with her best innocent look.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 18:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her a wide smile with just a tiny bit of a blush. He paid quickly at the counter, not meeting the eyes of the older Chinese lady, as if he was unsure that he'd behaved himself appropriately in the restaurant. She too seemed a bit embarrassed and blushing, although she was smiling.<br><br>Finished, he led Michelle outside. He paused suddenly outside of the restaurant's door to fish out his smokes, lighter, and keys. He watched Michelle's young and shapely form continue on for a moment, as he stopped with so little warning, she naturally took a few steps more before she realized that he'd stopped. <br><br>When he caught up with her in a moment, with a burning cigarette in the hand opposite of her, he smiled and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Your ass looks really hot without any panty lines... Tell me, have you ever made a habit of going without them? It turns me on..." he finished in a low, hinting fashion. His hand drifted around to her backside, and softly ran splayed fingertips up the back of her thigh and over her buttcheek to emphasis the lack of panty lines. He was blushing a little more, and that bulge in the front was starting to swell once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 18:53:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle had been trying to settle down, but he was decidedly not helping with that at all.&nbsp; She turned to face forward again as he rejoined her, determinedly not looking at him, though that didn't make much difference -- she was still barely hanging on to her composure.&nbsp; "That must have been another reason why you were so quick to slice my underwear off of me... you were just too curious about how my ass would look without them."<br><br>She pressed back against his hand slightly, walking slowly now, savoring the moment.&nbsp; When he touched her like this, she felt claimed, and though that usually sounded to her like a terrible thing, it was different with him.&nbsp; She liked that he was willing to do something like this in public, in one of 'his' places, and most of all she liked knowing that he was just as worked up as she was.<br><br>"So you like knowing that all you'd have to do is wriggle my jeans down a little and you could have your way with me?" she asked, quietly teasing, though it was making her blush at least as much as him.&nbsp; "Or is it the fact that it's our little secret that you like best?"&nbsp; Her eyes darted over, not missing that erection pulsing again -- barely visible, really, but she knew exactly what she was looking for.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 19:59:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Both really," he admitted, still blushing a little as they reached his car. He hit the button on the remote and the car unlocked itself, and he opened the door for her. Charles dropped his voice down to a near whisper as he noticed a couple getting out of their car nearby, "But who says a pesky pair of jeans would stop me? I have half a mind to see how wet I can get you as we drive over to the mall."<br><br>He grabbed her with both hands by the front of her waistband. His fingers were facing the wrong direction to finger her of course, but they were slid in deeply enough between her jeans and skin that he could feel pubes. He pulled her to him, by her pants, front to front, to give her a deep kiss. He didn't think about how the motion was likely to pull her pants tightly up into her crotch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 22:26:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle let out a faint squeal of protest, more from sheer surprise than because she actually objected, though she had to admit that this public display of affection was getting a little out of hand.&nbsp; Her already sensitive sex was now being pressed roughly against the fabric, the seam of her jeans lined up all too perfectly with her clit, which throbbed instantly.<br><br>She couldn't imagine how this must look to the couple in the lot, and she made a weak effort to pull away, more to soothe her conscience than because she thought it might actually work.&nbsp; Squirming turned out to be a bad idea in any case, as it only made that seam press harder, and in much more distracting ways, until she could think of little else.&nbsp; "You're crazy," was the first thing she said when she was able to breathe, but she smiled as she said it, not quite looking him in the eye.&nbsp; "Is that a dare?&nbsp; Do I sense a bet coming on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 12:54:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm.... I dunno. It would be fun to tease you, make you all squirmy before we get there." He pulled one hand away from her waistband to let it snake around to her back and embrace her. He kissed her again, softly and sensually. He felt his hard nipples pressing against her soft breasts, and her nipples pressing into his firm chest. Only his hand and a few layers of fabric separated their groins. <br><br>"I'm not sure if it would be better to make you come before we get there, or just get you close so you'll be all horny like a cat in heat, walking around looking at sexy clothes with me watching your every move, and you with your hard nipples and wet pussy..."<br><br>He let go of her pants, and gently urged her to get into the car with fingertips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 19:43:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he spoke, Michelle just listened and stared, trying to decide how serious he was and reeling back and forth from hoping he was entirely teasing and wishing that he meant every word.&nbsp; Difficult as it would be to behave in the store, the thought of all that pent-up energy when they were alone again was making her forget to breathe.<br><br>Then she realized he was steering her into the car, blinked, and obeyed, sitting down somewhat stiffly, still processing everything.&nbsp; "You're evil, by the way.&nbsp; Did you know that?&nbsp; Of course you did," she finally said, shaking her head, bemused.&nbsp; "You probably like being evil," she added, nodding sagely at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 15:26:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She brought a wide, mischievous, full toothed grin to his face when she called him evil. He squatted down, putting himself at eye level to her. "I <em>could</em> be worse. We <em>could</em> go to the Hustler store <em>first</em>. It's right around the corner from the mall. We could try to pick up one of those little remote controlled bullet vibrators, and I could put it up inside of you before we get to the mall. You'd never know when I'd decide to give you a little buzz downstairs while we're shopping..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 19:26:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle blinked again, now suddenly quite sure he was serious, or at least would be if pushed on the subject.&nbsp; "They have remote controlled ones?" she asked, her voice halfway between anticipation and plain old fear.&nbsp; "You know, just the fact that you even thought of that makes you even more evil than I thought.&nbsp; What <em>have</em> I gotten myself into here?"<br><br>But she couldn't stop a faint smile from creeping over her face, much as she tried to hide it, and impulsively, she leaned closer and kissed him.&nbsp; "Too late now, though.&nbsp; I'll just have to muddle through somehow," she whispered, remembering their wild day, her smile widening and growing very slightly wicked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 03:06:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Tis one of the greatest joys in life,</em>" he whispered as if quoting some great philospher-poet, "<em>corrupting the innocent...</em> Especially one that's as beautiful as you."<br><br>He kissed her again, a soft and knowing kiss that seemed to imply more then he could readily put into words. None of the women that he'd dated in the past were so open and willing to experiment, especially this early on in a relationship. Somehow, Michelle seemed to trust him more then he'd have imagined... And he didn't want to betray that trust. <br><br>Pulling away after the kiss, he perched, squatting in place, and just looked at her, his head twisting sidewise like a curious dog's might. The sunlight caught him square in the face from that angle, and he squinted against the light, but didn't move out of it. The light seemed to show the lines around his eyes, those on his forehead, and the laugh lines visible through his short goatee far more then the shady restaurant had. There was no denying in this light that Charles was obviously older then Michelle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 15:50:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she looked at him, for just a second Michelle felt like she'd doen something wrong.&nbsp; Nothing horribly wrong, nothing cruel, but made some mistake, miscalculated something important, and now found herself in the wrong place without knowing how she got there, or how to get out.&nbsp; It wasn't a very pleasant feeling.<br><br>The next second, she rebelled.&nbsp; What did numbers matter?&nbsp; Whether they marked age or money or whatever, they were still only numbers, and just then, she hated numbers.&nbsp; He wasn't old enough to be her father, not quite, and neither of them had anyone to object to them being together.&nbsp; If they were all right with it, no one else had the right to complain.&nbsp; Maybe this only felt a little wrong because she hadn't been happy in so long, she'd forgotten what it felt like.<br><br>"Okay, Mr. Corrupter," she finally said, smiling, and if her smile was just a little sad, she didn't realize it.&nbsp; "Whatever you're going to do to me first, make up your mind so we can get to the serious business of shopping, and then the even more serious business of ravishing each other.&nbsp; Deal?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 01:48:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles, still smiling, said, "Deal."<br><br>He sensed something not quite right in how Michelle felt, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. Perhaps it was the suggestion of the vibrator? He was perhaps going too fast he surmised. He stood up on creaky knees that groaned, and gently closed Michelle's door. He walked around to the other side of the car, feeling the heat from the sun beating down. It wasn't so much that it was warm, but rather that he was dressed in all black and within the direct sunlight. Being hotblooded anyhow, he felt a little flush as he got into the car. <br><br>He fired up the car, turned on the air conditioning, and patiently pulled out into traffic. He didn't think that the mood seemed seriously bruised as he headed toward the freeway to head toward the mall. At the next red light he had to stop at, one with the freeway on ramp in view just ahead, he glanced over at Michelle. He put his hand in on her thigh a mere inch or so from her sex, and looked over at her.<br><br>"If you don't want to, just say so. Otherwise, why don't you lower your seat, lean back, and close your eyes. Put the radio on whatever you want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 15:04:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle had made a point of smiling at him as he got into the car, realizing now that she had probably seemed a little odd just then.&nbsp; But it was all just numbers, she told herself again, and it only mattered if they let it matter.&nbsp; For once, she wasn't going to worry so much about what other people thought.<br><br>She turned her head at the same moment he did, staring at him as his words sank in.&nbsp; A slow smile spread over her face, and she shook her head briefly.&nbsp; "Anything that gets you to say, 'put the radio on whatever you want', is something I have to go along with," she said, putting one hand over his while the other moved to the radio.<br><br>She was tempted to try out the alternative station she liked, but decided she'd better not subject him to that just yet, and compromised on a classic rock station.&nbsp; Then she settled back and reclined the seat, her eyes hardly leaving his.&nbsp; "Okay, doctor.&nbsp; Time for the next stage of my corruption, I take it?"&nbsp; Her gaze was almost challenging, her body stretched out lazily, a faint smile still tugging at her mouth,
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 14:14:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Michelle finished switching the radio station over to the classic station, the announcer finished saying that his station, "ROCKS!" As the first strands of Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin started playing, Charles looked down at Michelle and smiled. He noted that she wasn't doing <em>exactly</em> as he said, but it was close enough, and perhaps even better. He did not mention it, instead, he moved his hand up and over her sex gently. With fingers spread out like a tarantula's legs, he drug his hand up to her waist band. <br><br>He flattened his hand, and slowly snaked it between her flat sexy belly and her skin, slowly penetrating toward her most secret and sacred place... And he couldn't quite reach her enough to properly manipulate her sex. He could barely reach her clitoris, could scarily find her pedals, and couldn't reach her hole at all. He kept his eyes on her as he struggled, then sighed, and pulled his hand away. "Your pants a too tight," he muttered.<br><br>He reached over with both hands this time, and started to unbutton her jeans.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 15:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought men liked them tight," Michelle giggled, wriggling under his hand, partly trying to help him reach, partly just for the sake of wriggling.&nbsp; She drew breath to protest as he pulled away, thinking he was giving up, then relaxed again as he simply changed tactics and started unbuttoning instead.<br><br>The next second she tensed again, suddenly realizing that they were at a red light, and it was entirely possible that random strangers might be watching this whole performance.&nbsp; She lifted up a hand to shield them, though she knew that was useless if anyone was truly curious.&nbsp; "You know, you might as well be a hormonally crazed seventeen-year-old," she added, laughing again in spite of herself.&nbsp; "Sometimes I'm honestly not sure which of us is really older."&nbsp; She gave him a mock glare, then went back to watching nervously out the window, praying for everyone in the other cars to ignore them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 18:19:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles didn't bother to answer Michelle's words. After getting Michelle's pants undone, and half pulled down, enough so that her neatly trimmed pubic hair would be clearly visible to anyone looking in, Charles finally glanced away from her crotch long enough to see the look on her face. He didn't say a word, but instead, reached around to the back seat, and pulled his jacket into the front seat. He quickly draped it over Michelle's lap, and as he finished, he noticed the attractive blond woman in the SUV next to them looking down at them. The woman gave Charles an exaggerated, lip thrusting pout as Michelle's crotch was concealed, but there was no disguising the blond woman's large, hard nipples pressing out through her T-shirt.<br><br>Charles slid his hand under his jacket, and sought out Michelle's crotch. His fingers moved slowly and softly over her skin. He was in no hurry. He just wanted to entice her, tease her. He wouldn't object if he had an orgasm or eight, but that wasn't his goal. His goal was to simply to let her enjoy this, enjoy his touch, his desire, and his closeness. His hand moved slowly but steadily beneath the jacket as he brushed her with his fingertips, from the back of her opening, all the way to the top. He made each stroke just a little different, so she'd never know quite what to expect with any gentle stroke. His eyes watched his work, watched Michelle's reaction, and furtively glanced at the voyeuristic woman from time to time.<br><br>The loud angry blast of a horn behind behind him reminded him that he was in traffic, and a quick glance showed him a green light before him, and cars passing on his left. He quickly pushed the accelerator to the floor as more horns erupted, not angry at just him, but also the woman in the big black SUV that was also too busy watching Michelle to notice the light when it changed.<br><br>It took Charles just a few seconds, and then he was merging onto the freeway on ramp. His stroking became more distracted as he focused on the traffic around him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 22:40:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle wasn't looking at him.&nbsp; She first stared at the woman next to them for a while, willing her to turn away; then lost that contest and turned to stare straight ahead, still trying to hold her hands up to block the view, her face slowly turning one uniform shade of pink.&nbsp; "Oh, my <em>god</em>, that woman was practically drooling," she said, sighing her relief as his jacket appeared over her lap and she felt able to breathe again.&nbsp; "I should never have let you get away with that," she scolded, aiming her displeasure at herself more than him.<br><br>A few minutes later, though, she forgot all that and sighed again, this time with approval.&nbsp; "Mm, okay, I guess this is why I let you get away with things like that," she murmured, stretching out a little more and arching her hips invitingly.&nbsp; She knew she was already damp down there, but was nearly beyond blushing over that.&nbsp; It was all his fault, anyway.&nbsp; His constant changes in the movements of his hand made it difficult for her to get really worked up at first, but that soon changed, the uncertainty slowly beginning to increase the pleasure, as she kept writhing, trying to entice him to do more.<br><br>The horns nearly shattered the spell, her mostly-closed eyes flying open and her body stiffening with surprise.&nbsp; But she soon relaxed again, slowly, relieved just to know that she was no longer being so closely watched by the blonde... who was probably frantically trying to get back into a position to watch, Michelle mused, almost laughing at the image.<br><br>Even his distracted strokes felt pretty good, as aroused as she already was, and she impulsively slipped one of her hands under the jacket, resting it on his, still trying to urge him on.&nbsp; She was starting to ache for something inside her, even if it was only his fingers, and kept moving towards his hand every time he seemed about to plunge in.&nbsp; But he didn't, not quite, and she moaned faintly in frustration.&nbsp; Deciding to try to relieve that frustration by sharing it, her other hand crept over to his lap, teasing him very carefully.&nbsp; She didn't want to distract him, not right now, so she kept her strokes very occasional, not quite looking at him, blushing a little harder now at her own bravery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 22:19:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His first impulse was to push her hand away in panic, and he tensed. But her hand was gentle on his throbbing member, and not much of a distraction, but rather like a gentle and occasional faint touch, like she was telling him that she was thinking about him.<br><br>He kept as focused on the road as he could, but he was driving far more leisurely then normal. He was content to drive relatively slowly behind a pickup with a boat trailer, letting the more urgent traffic flick by in the fast lanes. <br><br>Although distracted from paying full attention to Michelle, he could certainly sense her need, her desire to have him either in her, or to be toyed with more firmly. He mostly resisted the urge. This wasn't about bringing her to orgasm, but something different instead. It was a patient, slow, gentle thing. Still, he gave her a finger, very slowly and gently inserted. He acted almost as if she were a virgin, and he were afraid to hurt her. Just the fingertip in slowly, and then a slow swirl, and then he pulled it out equally as slow, until it was just barely touching her pedals. He continued on like this for a little bit, until it seemed almost habit, that it was a motion that they would both predict. That was when he broke the pattern by slowly drawing the finger, and its clinging moisture, out of her to move up and wet her clitoris gently. Gentle swirling strokes for a moment there, and then he moved back to her opening. Again and again, he repeated that course, getting her thoroughly wet down there, lips, clitoris, and all. Then, as the approached the off ramp, now in the vicinity of the mall, he slowly inserted two fingers that were side by side slowly in as far as they would go. They were close to the mall, but the heavy afternoon traffic would surely see at least another ten minutes before they could park.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 22:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Normally Michelle would probably have glared at him, possibly said something faintly rude, and definitely have been much more demanding about what she wanted.&nbsp; But anxious as she was, something about this situation made her react differently -- the tension was still there, and the need was very real, but somehow she was still content to relax, at least mostly.&nbsp; His care with her now, such a sharp contrast to what they'd already done, had its own excitement, so though she still squirmed now and then, impatience getting the better of her, those moments became fewer and fewer.&nbsp; Mainly she just let him do what he pleased, sighing as he settled into that gentle little rhythm, barely penetrating her, then pulling away until he barely touched her.<br><br>She moaned softly and shifted again when the rhythm suddenly changed, his movements now apparently set on getting her sex as wet as possible.&nbsp; Almost reluctantly, she smiled, her eyes half-opening as she looked over at him, lazily scolding.&nbsp; "You're trying to make a mess," she accused, though other than that, she only brushed her hand over his erection once more, still softly teasing.<br><br>Relaxing again into this new pattern, she closed her eyes again, turned towards him, the smile still lingering.&nbsp; She was dimly aware of them nearing the mall, but wasn't ready to think about what that meant just yet.&nbsp; Right now she'd like to stay just as they were, at least for a little while longer, though she had to wonder how long she'd last before she'd really have to demand something more... which he might or might not give to her.<br><br>That was when he slid in his two fingers with amazing slowness, and she gave a long, slow gasp, feeling every tiny detail of the movement and of his fingers, just thick enough to make her feel stretched and tight.&nbsp; Her hand tightened on his for a moment, and it was on the tip of her tongue to plead for more, but something stopped her.&nbsp; "Charles," she murmured instead, her body arched away from the seat, her passage throbbing slowly but insistently around him.&nbsp; Again she wondered how long she'd last, though now there seemed a real possibility that this would end with her orgasm just from this, rather than with her pleading.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 00:23:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled a secret little smile when she accused him of trying to make her a mess. Yes, that was part of it. But he didn't tell her so.<br><br>He pulled the two incredibly wet fingers out as slowly as he'd slid them in. It had been His forefinger and his middle finger, held together. He drug them up and over her clit, until the very tips of the fingers were on its hood. The withdrawing motion had been long and slow, with no movement to and fro. But with just the tips of his fingers on her hood, he stirred the tips for a moment, a brief circular motion to pull her hood this way and that. He then descended back toward her hole, his fingers making that long slow trek down her, moving through her short pubic hair, and moving gently in contact over the top of all until he reached her wet opening once more. <br><br>He started to slide two fingers in, again, as he had before. But this time it was not his forefinger and his middle finger, but his middle finger and ring finger. To each side of her outer labia, a finger lay, gently pulling her open as he smoothly and slowly sank the two fingers in. They were slightly thicker then the first pairing of fingers were, and could penetrate in just a touch further. She was tight, but very wet as he slid in. Once his finger were in as far as they'd go, he pressed in even further, pressing on the whole, stretching... He doubted that he would, but he was stretching in, attempting perhaps for a fleeting brush with her cervix. It was almost certainly too deep he mussed, but it seemed a goal of sorts, a forbidden and secretive knowing of her body. Despite his perhaps perverse desire to touch her so deeply within, he was still careful not to hurt her.<br><br>He pulled his fingers out, but more quickly then before. This time he ran he did not run them up into her fur. Instead, he opted to slid right back into her once more. He switched back to his forefinger and middle finger. He entered gently and slowly as before... and this time, his moistened ring finger slid down past her hole, and between her cheeks. He was worried that she wouldn't want this, and so he proceeded very slowly to give her the opportunity to stop him if she desired. As the ring finger reached the small little hole beneath her sex, the tip curved inward toward her body. He moved his two fingers shallowly within her sex, and each movement moved his ring finger a little as well. Whenever to much resistance was met, he'd withdraw until the ring finger was out entirely, and then press in gently until it was stopped once more. After a couple of strokes, his thumb moved up and settled down directly on her clit. He didn't press down, or swirl it. Instead, all of his fingers were essentially frozen in the single position, and so when one moved, they all did, with those little motions in and out.<br><br>He would watch her carefully if he could, to make sure that she wasn't protesting quietly, but he had to keep his eyes on the road. Instead, he listened carefully to her, to her breathing, and paid attention to how she moved. He suddenly didn't know whether it would be better to make her come or make her wait. Yet he didn't want to stop. Hell, if there was a spot where they could get a little privacy nearby, he would probably slam his cock into her <em>right now</em>. He didn't dwell on it, but he couldn't believe how horny this was making him. He felt like he might just shoot a load within his pants if he got her to come like this. Especially if she let him slid his finger all the way up her ass. The mall loomed ahead. Soon enough, he'd be looking for a parking place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 02:03:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There could have been a dozen blondes watching now, and Michelle would never have noticed.&nbsp; The world had shrunk down to just his hand and what it was doing to her, both cautiously and skillfully, and she could think of nothing else.&nbsp; She felt him stretch her, gasping again as she remembered him doing this before, opening her before the mirror as they both watched, and she tensed again, shudderingly, feeling her body grip his fingers.&nbsp; When he pulled out, she held her breath, those few seconds before his fingers plunged back in impossibly long and almost painful.<br><br>At first the movements of that roaming finger were simply part of the whole, glorious effect, and it didn't occur to her that he wanted to do more with it.&nbsp; But it soon sank in too deeply for her to ignore, and she did make a faint whimper that might have been a sound of protest, her hips wriggling once more.&nbsp; Again she held her breath, deciding if this added sensation was a good thing.&nbsp; She couldn't reason enough to make up her mind, but her body knew very well that it wanted more, and after the faintest hesitation, she arched up again, silently giving him permission to do whatever he pleased.<br><br>As his hand rocked, each finger finding its place, she fought to relax enough to let his finger slip into that tiny hole, but it was getting more and more difficult.&nbsp; Still, his perserverence paid off, and after a few tries, he reached his goal, his ring finger slipping in fairly easily.&nbsp; She felt her shivering grow, her sex throb more insistently, and she felt a shock of amazed anticipation mingling with a sudden rush of pleasure.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; I'm going to--" she began, the words quiet and indistinct, some faint instinct warning her to stop the sentence.&nbsp; She ached for release, and if he stopped now, she would lose that chance and be left with her desperation.&nbsp; Again she moaned, quivering, her hand clenched next to his erection, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 22:21:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was panting almost as hard as she was in desire. He just had to go a little while more to let her achieve the release that she so desperately desired right now. He wanted to give that to her, and then take her hard, but he knew that the second part would be hard to accomplish. Yet he ruminated on leaving her in her lustful state, and how hot that it would be if they both had to suffer that while they shopped. He was so undecided as to what to do. Then she mumbled, "Oh.&nbsp; I'm going to--" <br><br>At that moment, there was the brief bark of a horn as he absentmindedly started to drive through an intersection against a red light. Fortunately he wasn't going very fast, and quickly slammed on the breaks to avoid, and brought his hand out of her lap to grab the wheel with both hands. The crisis lasted just a moment and was over, with no harm done. <br><br>He glanced over at Michelle then, knowing that she hadn't come yet. He'd knocked the jacket to the floor with his quick movement though, and her writhing had lowered her pants nearly to her knees. She was glistening wet down there. Her clitoris stood out away from her body swollen in lust, and her glistening and swollen lips were parted, begging for entry. Direct sunlight shone directly down on her lap.<br><br>Charles squirmed in his seat, wanting nothing more then to just climb over to her and impale her this moment, to hell with the traffic. His heart pounded, and he throbbed uncomfortably in his pants. He brought his glistening hand that had been in her to his nose, and inhaled her sent in deeply. He was throbbing and leaking precome into his pants. He tried to lap her juices off of his wet fingers, but his tongue only extended a short distance before he produced a small, high pitched whine that was accompanied with his eyes widening. The motion had aggravated his tongue. Instead, he placed his fingers in his mouth one by one, slurping her juices off in a lustful way, totally innocent of the readily apparent obscenity of the act.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 23:44:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This time the horn didn't even faze her, but there was no missing the sudden pressure on the brakes, followed instantly by the loss of his fingers inside her, and Michelle's eyes flew open as she caught herself a little at the abrupt stop.&nbsp; "Dammit," she breathed, thinking much worse things, shaking and flushed at how close she was to release, her sex still throbbing painfully.&nbsp; But the mood was still shattered, especially since she now had to scramble to retrieve the jacket and cover herself again -- as exposed as she'd been before, this was worse.<br><br>With the jacket back on her lap, she started to tug her pants back up, then stopped.&nbsp; Right now every movement was a sort of torment, reminding her of how close she'd come to ecstasy, and she wasn't sure she could bear feeling the rather rough fabric against her swollen sex. She focused on him at last, just in time to see him give up on licking his fingers and resorting to sucking on them instead.&nbsp; It was bizarre, maybe even a little appalling, but right now it was also sexy, and she let out a faint whimper.&nbsp; Instinct told her to put her own hand where his had been, and take a few seconds to finish herself off, but somehow that didn't seem quite fair.<br><br>"Damn.&nbsp; I would've been better off with that remote control thing," she gasped.&nbsp; If she'd been any less frustrated, she would have laughed, but as it was she couldn't bring herself to do that just yet.&nbsp; "Please tell me you know a quiet place to park where no one will see us?&nbsp; Or some dark little corner inside where you can pin me up against the wall?"&nbsp; She was still shaking with desire, squirming uncomfortably on the seat, and now her hand rested straight over his erection, rubbing along it cautiously, fascinated by how strong his own arousal seemed, equal to hers even though she'd barely touched him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 23:56:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles looked at her with eyes of burning desire. Then he shook his head. "Nah... I don't really know. Maybe behind a dumpster or something? But... eww. We'll just have to wait."<br><br>With hands that seemed numbed and trembling, he pushed the button to allow his window to zip down, and was blasted by the fresh and balmy salt air. Somehow, the sudden influx of fresh air made the smell of arousal all the stronger to his nostrils, as he could compare the fresh air with the heady musky smell within the car. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a cigarette.<br><br>"You mind if I smoke... or I can wait til we park if you want," he paused, with the cigarette already dangling between his lips, and the lighter poised to alight it. It dawned on him that he'd tossed his last cigarette aside without a thought after only a puff or two when they were in the parking lot after lunch. He never went this long without a smoke after a meal... and he always lit up within just a few minutes of starting to drive as well. Well, he was occupied enough to forget his addiction for a moment. With a glance at the clock, he realized that the moment that he was thinking about was closer to a half an hour.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 00:59:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh, no, I don't think I'm desperate enough for dumpster sex.&nbsp; Not quite."&nbsp; Michelle groaned quietly to herself, thinking for a second that maybe she <em>was</em> that desperate, especially when she met his hungry gaze; but she knew she wouldn't be able to go through with that.<br><br>Slowly, she started edging back into her jeans, wincing faintly and trying not to think about how this was going to feel when she got them all the way back up.&nbsp; "Smoke?&nbsp; Sure, whatever.&nbsp; Just keep the window open, okay?"&nbsp; Then she laughed, just a little, and looked over at him with eyebrows raised.&nbsp; "I've heard of smoking afterwards, but this is the first time I've seen anyone smoke instead.&nbsp; Maybe I need some chocolate."&nbsp; She groaned faintly again, settling her jeans back into place gingerly, shuddering anew as the fabric pressed against her wet folds.&nbsp; "You're right, these are too tight," she said, ruefully, trying to find a more comfortable way to sit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 01:13:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Smoking in frustration perhaps?" he asked, ruefully. "Hmm... Yeah, chocolate," he responded with a nearly sexual growl. Unbidden, images of ways that he'd fantasized about combining chocolate and sex together came flooding into his mind. "Mmmm.... we could go get some. Maybe some for later too. Ugh..." he shifted in his seat again, "Could do you with melty chocolate bar... eat choco covered cherries out of your pussy... Is it hard to wash chocolate out of sheets?" He moaned again, giving her a sultry look, and reached over to run his fingertips gently over one of her hard, protruding nipples.<br><br>The light changed, and he reluctantly went forward toward the parking structure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 03:06:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle closed her eyes, unable to bear the combination of the way he looked at her and the way he touched her.&nbsp; Even the thought of playing with chocolate was just a little too exciting, and she half-glared at him, frustrated.&nbsp; Though at least he was just as frustrated, so she wasn't suffering alone -- not that this was all that much of a comfort, but it was a good thing that they were so much on the same wavelength.<br><br>"No clue," she replied, her voice still a groan.&nbsp; "But I'm beginning to think we'll find out."&nbsp; Her hand gripped his thigh now, fighting back the urge to keep running her fingers over his erection.&nbsp; They were already overexcited enough, and she didn't really want to get thrown out of the mall... unless that got them someplace where they could have sex sooner, she thought, and bit her lip at the thought.&nbsp; "Okay.&nbsp; New plan.&nbsp; I'll model the stuff when we get back to your place.&nbsp; No, wait, you might have to cut it off again, and that would defeat the purpose.&nbsp; Except I don't care if you don't."&nbsp; She looked at him again, faintly stunned, trying to force herself to think clearly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 03:19:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm..." he moaned as her hand worked over his erection, until it moved away. He didn't think about it, he just moved her hand back in place when she moved it away. "Ok... so choco, underwear, home, fuck like bunnies... Gotcha. Uh... we gonna pick up one of them vibrators at the Hustler store before heading home? Maybe some top end flavored lube and other stuff too?"<br><br>He pulled into the parking structure, where there was a guy in a booth taking people's money on one side, and issuing time stamps on the other. There were a couple of other cars in front of them. He hitched his crotch up suddenly, and reached a hand back toward his own ass. After a little fishing around, he produced his wallet from out of his back pocket. "Had to pull some money out of my ass," he muttered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 04:23:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt strangely better when he moved her hand back, resting it there contentedly, only very gently moving her fingers over the bulge.&nbsp; "Yep, that's the checklist," she agreed, nodding firmly.&nbsp; "We can buy whatever you want as long as we can buy it fast.&nbsp; If you want to cover me with chocolate and use a vibrator -- um, yeah, I'd actually better not finish that thought," she said, her voice strained as images filled her mind and made her wriggle again.<br><br>She moved her hand as he shifted, then suddenly giggled as he spoke.&nbsp; "You just keep pulling things out of asses," she said, grinning a little crazily.&nbsp; "That's just some kind of trend with you, isn't it?&nbsp; Stick things in, pull things out..."&nbsp; She looked over at him and waggled her eyebrows, shaking now with barely stifled laughter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 04:59:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles smiled really largely, and responded, "Well, it's <em>far</em> more fun to play with your ass then mine." He then descended into a fit of laughter. <br><br>He pulled the car forward toward the shack with the gate that allows entry into the parking structure. Only a single car was in front of them, and it looked like it wouldn't be long until that car too passed. Big yellow signs declared that one should, "Smile, you're on camera!" in both English and Spanish. He pointedly glanced at the hand on his bulge, but said nothing, nor moved it aside. He seemed by his mood and laughter to indicate that she could leave her hand where it if she wished when he pulled up to the gate attendant once the other car concluded its business.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 14:50:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle also dissolved into giggles, which was probably a decent way to deal with some of this stress, anyway, since they were both on edge.&nbsp; So for a little while, being watched didn't even occur to her.&nbsp; Then she saw the signs -- she'd always wondered about how true they were -- and watched as his gaze drifted down to his lap.<br><br>She put on her best innocent look, intending to leave her hand where it was for as long as she had the nerve.&nbsp; If there were cameras, they must be focused on faces and license plates, not laps, and the attendant had very probably seen worse.&nbsp; There was nothing indecent about this, really -- if her hand was on his thigh, no one would care at all, and this wasn't really any different.<br><br>Her arguments were at least sort of logical, if not very reassuring.&nbsp; But she held her ground, at least as they pulled up again, though her arm was tense, ready to slither away from its happy spot at an instant's notice if the attendent looked appalled, or like he was going to report them to security.&nbsp; First the blonde, now this... she wondered just how much trouble they'd end up in at this rate, but that only made her giggle again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 17:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm... Naughty..." Charles said quietly as he pulled up toward the shack, "I like it. Still, naughty behavior <em>has</em> to get punished you know." He spoke quietly, his voice husky with sexual energy. <br><br>Then, almost dismissively, he finished the thought by saying, "I'll spank you when we get home."<br><br>Charles came to a gentle stop, and a strange man's voice spoke at them in a bored tone, "That'll be ten dollars and is good for the first two..." the voice stopped suddenly. There was a salacious chuckle then, followed by a nearly whispered, "<em>Niiice...</em> Dude, grab some privacy where the cameras can't see." He bent down, revealing a young man with spiky brown hair and plenty of face jewelry. He looked past Charles, and his eyes climbed up and down Michelle's body, and seemed drawn to her rock hard nipples. He pointed forward, absently took Charles' money, and continued, "Straight ahead, around the corner, and down in the pit. The cameras can't see the last few spaces at the bottom, and it's plenty shady down there too. Ya got at least fifteen minutes before security makes another round down there, 'kay."<br><br>Still bent down at the window, he seemed to pause for a moment, expectantly. It took a moment for Charles to realize that the man wanted a tip. Charles absently thrust another ten in the man's hand, and the man handed over the parking pass, hit a button, and the gate started to rise toward the ceiling. Perhaps because of his frame of mind, it looked particularly phallic to Charles. The guy with spiky hair gave Charles a knowing look, nodded slightly, and said, <em>"Very nice."</em> It seemed obvious that he stating his opinion of Michelle.<br><br>Charles drove to where the guy had indicated, and took the spot all the way at the back. It was as described.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 18:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His casual promise of a spanking was very probably the only thing he could have said to make her forget the dangers of leaving her hand where it was.&nbsp; She blushed, then felt her sex throb insistently again, wriggling discreetly and making things worse.&nbsp; The sound of a new voice made her jump, her hand half-pulling away, though of course it was too late -- the man in the booth was more observant than she'd hoped and was already eyeing her in a way that was both flattering and frightening.&nbsp; She huddled under Charles' jacket a little more, pointedly not looking towards them as he offered Charles directions.<br><br>On the one hand, the idea of being able to satisfy this ache before shopping was fantastic -- but on the other, she now worried that their guide was going to find a way to spy or record them or something.&nbsp; The worry wouldn't stop her, and especially wouldn't stop him, but it was still going to nag at her... and maybe make this even better, she thought, blushing again.<br><br>She caught the passing of the money and wished she could sink into the floor.&nbsp; Still, that part was over now, and pretty soon she'd be able to jump on him the way she wanted to.&nbsp; "I don't believe that just happened," she said, shaking her head in amazement as Charles found the place.&nbsp; "I just don't believe it.&nbsp; How crazy are we?"<br><br>As he parked, she took a deep breath, still stunned at what was about to happen -- she'd never had actual sex in a car before, and it seemed to her like asking to get caught, in spite of what the attendant had said -- and yet she didn't even seriously consider stopping.&nbsp; "We've made one person envious, at least," she said, breathlessly, before focusing all her attention on trying to unbutton his jeans with one hand and slide hers back down with the other, the jacket falling neglected to the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 20:56:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He flicked his barely smoked cigarette away, unbuckled his seatbelt, and had his pants and underwear around his knees in less then fifteen seconds. He then reached over with his right arm, sliding it between Michelle and her set. He pulled her toward him, insistently, not taking "no" for an answer, but not overly cruel, and he tried to guide her, face first, toward his lap. The thing between his legs was standing fully upright, red, throbbing, veins protruding, and the whole of the head was already slick with preorgasmic juices. As he pulled her toward it, over the center console, his other hand came over, gripped her by her hair, and continued to pull her over. <br><br>His other hand glided eagerly down her side, over the delicious curve of her hip, and around to her naked rump. It had just enough room to allow his fingers to slide through her already slicked crevice, and between her damp thighs. They sought the same orifice they'd been exploring just a few minutes before, and as she came closer to where he was trying to place her, the angle became better for him to finger her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 21:59:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was definitely not going to complain about being moved, not towards him.&nbsp; Her jeans were already down almost to her ankles, making moving a little awkward, but sheer determination carried her through, and she let him guide her towards his shaft.&nbsp; The sight of it amazed her, actually -- it seemed bigger somehow, and was certainly a darker red than usual, even aside from how remarkably wet he already was.<br><br>"Ohh," was all she had the time or inclination to say, even when he tugged at her hair.&nbsp; As his fingers found her sex, her mouth claimed his, closing over his shaft as her tongue teased gently.&nbsp; She moaned desperately, trying to move her hips so as to let him reach her better.&nbsp; At this rate they'd only need fifteen seconds, not fifteen minutes, and she tried to slow herself down; but the air was so charged with lust that was easier said than done.<br><br>Her hands cradled the lower part of his shaft, feeling its pulsing and moaning again.&nbsp; How could they both still be so desperate after all the sex they'd already had today?&nbsp; But she already knew she'd never figure that out, and quickly gave up trying as his fingers slid into her sex once more, and she felt her passage tighten eagerly around them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 14:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles groaned in relief as his organ finally found the attention that it so desperately sought, and yet it was also a sound of yearning as it begged for more then attention, but release. His hand, wrapped still in her hair, guided her briefly as to the tempo he wanted, while his fingers naturally tried to match that same pace... but the angle and positions of both of them were rather awkward. Eventually, he settled to holding her head still, immobilizing it by pressing it with his inner arm to his chest, and thrusting upward into her waiting mouth. His finger sought to penetrate her eager body to the same rhythm, but he couldn't reach as well as he would have hoped for, and so his fingering wasn't quite as deep as he would want. He could reach her puckered rosebud easier then her other opening, but surprisingly, he largely ignored it this once... even the thought of trying to penetrate her there with a finger set his nerves to jangling, and would have him ejaculating earlier then he hoped for.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 17:54:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle did make a sound that might have been protest as his arm pinned her head, but recovered quickly and adjusted to the new arrangement, focusing on sucking and licking at him as he thrust up.&nbsp; Normally she would have expected this to frighten her, make her feel choked and smothered, but none of those things happened, her excitement only growing.<br><br>But there was one problem left -- the necessarily shallow penetration of his fingers, which was driving her half-crazy.&nbsp; She tried to figure out ways to shift her body to make it easier for him, but nothing seemed to work.&nbsp; It seemed totally unfair that it wasn't easier to just climb on top and ride him, but the car's setup made that impossible, at least in the front seat, and moving to the back would take too long.&nbsp; All she could do was groan her frustration -- she'd just have to wait until he was done, she supposed, and then he could return the favor.&nbsp; At least she still had that spanking to look forward to, and she focused her thoughts on that, her imaginings almost as effective as his fingers right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 20:33:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He forced himself to slow down on the eager thrusting into her mouth. If he didn't, he'd likely blow his load too quickly, and that would be a shame. He pulled out of her mouth, just far enough to where her lips could just barely brush the tip of his head, and he held it there. Slowing down with what he was doing caused him to unconsciously slow down with what his hand was doing to her as well.<br><br>"I'm about ready to come..." he told her huskily, "Do you want me to come?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 20:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle tensed and shivered as he slowed, wriggling her hips in faint protest.&nbsp; Her tongue flickered out, anxious to keep tasting him, but she slowed as well when she managed to process what he was saying.&nbsp; "I do... but I'd rather wait until I can join you," she said, her voice equally throaty.&nbsp; "I'd really love to join you," she added, the words now almost a moan.&nbsp; "I like how we sound together..."<br><br>Her tongue flicked out again, barely brushing his tip, as she waited breathlessly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 20:58:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slowly pushed deeply into her throat with his manhood, and as deeply into her with his fingers as he could manage.<br><br>"Hmm...." he moaned, and said in a low, sultry voice, "maybe we can both come together like this?"<br><br>He slowly pulled out, until it was just outside of her mouth again, and his hand and arm held her head in place, hovering just above his member. Somewhere nearby, a car could be heard driving. "Do you want me to spurt in your mouth?"<br><br>As he asked, both his throbbing manhood, and fingers move to impale her from both ends again. She would need to speak quickly to respond.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 21:06:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of her hands gripped the car seat, helping her balance, while the other returned to gently caressing and squeezing the base of his shaft now that he was still.&nbsp; Otherwise, she could barely move, not that she wanted to.<br><br>She caught her breath at his question, honestly not sure what she was going to say even as she began to speak; but by then he was thrusting up again, doubly impaling her, and she saved her breath for herself, once more teasing with her tongue, sucking steadily as he stretched her mouth again.&nbsp; She moaned, pressing her hips back invitingly, again trying to pull his fingers in farther, as they'd been before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 21:15:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved more quickly in and out. With the rapidity and awkward angle, there was a slutty squishy noise coming from her as his fingers moved in and out, allowing a little air to enter her with each stroke. He pulled out quickly from both ends, and then asked with a groan, "Or do you want me to come on your face."<br><br>His manhood swelled slightly, just an inch shy of her lips in a contraction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 21:25:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Part of her still managed to be faintly embarrassed at the odd sound, but the rest of her found it strangely erotic, all part of the whole wild, amazing experience.&nbsp; She gasped as he pulled away again, whimpering as he spoke, her eyes fixed on his swollen shaft, watching as it throbbed visibly even in the half-light.&nbsp; "No, in me, I want you inside me," she gasped, straining to reclaim him.&nbsp; He must be right on the verge -- and really, she probably wasn't too far behind anymore at this point.&nbsp; "Inside me," she muttered again, her hips once more wriggling in frustration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 21:30:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He slid into her mouth again, as he brought his other hand away from her crotch to suck her juices from his fingers. He twitched a couple of times, but just barely managed to keep from ejaculating as her musky and heady smell filled his nostrils and mouth. Just a tiny drop of pale ejaculate escaped from his clenching, twitching manhood into her mouth.<br><br>"In your mouth? Or somewhere else?" he asked as he pulled his fingers away from his face, and slid out of her mouth again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 21:38:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her squirming increased as his hand now pulled away entirely, and she groaned as her sex throbbed its own complaint.&nbsp; She imagined him spilling into her womb and groaned again, picturing it so vividly that it hurt, and she gasped sharply at his question.&nbsp; "God.&nbsp; Anywhere.&nbsp; Just let me come with you," she pleaded, licking her lips to taste his saltiness.&nbsp; He had to be seconds away from climaxing, and she wondered for a moment whether she'd be able to imagine herself to orgasm, unlikely as that seemed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 21:48:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Anywhere,</em> she said, and he imagined sliding it into her tight pink ass. He groaned, and tried not shoot right across her face. A pearly drop emerged from his tip. <br><br>"Ok... kiss me," he ordered as he let her go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 21:55:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tongue caught that little drop, claiming it hungrily.&nbsp; Then, abruptly, she could move again, and was almost too shocked at that simple fact to realize what he'd said.&nbsp; But some instinct made her obey, still stunned, her eyes wide as she moved to obey, shifting to reach his mouth and thrusting her tongue between his lips without thinking.&nbsp; She whimpered again, trying now to straddle him in spite of that annoying steering wheel being right in the way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 22:05:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He accepted her tongue greedily into his mouth, sucking on it. Her flavor intermingled with his in their kiss, and he quite enjoyed the idea of it. There was just no way for her to come over to him though, despite her efforts. <br><br>To him, the kiss seemed to last forever, and took a little of the edge off of his imminent eruption. Once he was able to break away from the wet and randy kiss, he told her in a low sultry voice, "Back in your own seat. Slide it all the way back, and I think I can slide underneath you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 22:14:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle relaxed a little as well, though only a little, venting her frustrations now in their kiss, which felt bruising to her.&nbsp; She broke away slowly, hopefully, nodding breathlessly at his suggestion.&nbsp; "Right," she said, indistinctly, obeying quickly, if shakily.&nbsp; It took two tries to make the seat do what she wanted it to, and she bit her lip in annoyance, almost growling.&nbsp; But at last it was back as far as it would go, and she looked over at him hungrily, reaching to help him if she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 22:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a struggle, climbing over the center console and avoiding the shifter while his ankles were tied together with his jeans, but he did manage to it eventually, with much frustrated pulling, grunting, and with Michelle's help. He had her nearly pressed against the ceiling, straining to arch her body away from the seat as he finally slumped beneath her with a grunt. <br><br>"Ohh... didn't think that'd be so hard..." he gasped. As she slumped against him, he slid his hands up her belly, and pushed her shirt up above her breasts. To hurried for subtlety, he pulled her bra up and over her breasts, and grabbed one in each hand as she slumped against him. His manhood settled between her buttocks, and was pressed against his own belly. <br><br>"You said 'anywhere'..." he whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipples, somehow afraid to hear his own request fully aloud, "I want your ass." Despite his words, Charles would be more then happy to finish the act in her sopping wet hole. He'd let her decide, either by word or action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 16:32:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle giggled now and then, but right now even the silliness of this maneuvering didn't matter to her.&nbsp; She'd do whatever it took to get him inside her, the sooner the better, and she put her hands over his eagerly as he pulled her clothes away.&nbsp; Feeling his shaft pinned between them, she writhed along it, moaning as he tweaked at her nipples, still as taut as ever.<br><br>She turned her face towards him as he whispered, shivering at the feeling of his warm breath.&nbsp; "Then take it," she whispered, as nervous as he was, though she wasn't even sure why.&nbsp; There was still precious little room to move, but she lifted her hips away from him, shifting upwards until she managed to get the tip of his shaft against her rear hole.&nbsp; Now it occurred to her that she was already faintly sore back there, and really shouldn't let him do this, but she wasn't going to change her mind now.<br><br>She started slowly, testing the angle, pressing down faster as she gained confidence.&nbsp; There was some discomfort -- wet as they both were, a little more lubricant would have been nice -- but feeling him inside her at last, and hearing the way he groaned, made it all worth it.&nbsp; "God.&nbsp; How did we wait this long?" she said, breathlessly, finally settling down onto him completely.&nbsp; She stayed still then, afraid to move too much and perhaps make him come too soon.&nbsp; Her hand urged one of his down to her sex, encouraging the other to grip her breasts.<br><br>Again she turned her head a little, trying to nuzzle against his face and whispering his name.&nbsp; Through half-closed eyes she saw something move, or thought she did -- it was dark enough here that it was hard to be sure.&nbsp; For an instant she froze, panicked, but hunger got her moving again quickly enough, as she slowly wriggled against him, savoring the feeling of being impaled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 18:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned as she settled onto him, taking him all in, and finally settling her weight onto lap, except where that one part throbbed fully within her. He let her guide his hands, leaving his clumsier hand at her breasts, and moving his right one down to her still empty opening. Before moving his fingers to fill her though, he paused to touch her most sensitive place, to feel it's swollen hardness, and then to tease it once he'd tested to see what she felt like there at maximum arousal. He teased it lightly at first, with brushed fingertips, and gentle touches. Then, he took hold of it, and squeezed gently, and finally rolled it between his fingertips. He did the same exact thing to her left nipple at the same time.<br><br>Of course he knew that her clitoris was no nipple and shouldn't generally be treated as one. But he also took a perverse joy in mixing pain with pleasure, and although he wasn't as harsh with that sensitive place between her legs as he could be with a real nipple, he was sure that there was some gentle discomfort to go with the pain. He continued to play with her somewhat harshly until her breathing changed, which didn't take long. He was unsure whether the change indicated too much pain, too much pleasure, or too much of both, but he didn't wait to find out. His hand quickly settled down over her lips, avoiding her swollen and extended clitoris altogether for a moment to give it a rest, and his three fingers slid effortlessly right into her wet hole to the last knuckle. Only his pinkie and thumb remained outside of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 19:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whatever faint thoughts Michelle might have had of mentioning the possibility of an audience vanished as his fingers found her clit.&nbsp; It felt to her as hard as his erection was, more swollen and taut than she remembered it ever being, and his teasing made her tense and groan, her hands tightening over his.&nbsp; The first squeeze made her gasp sharply; and when both hands suddenly made the same rolling motion, she let out a strangled little cry.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if the discomfort came more from the pressure he used or her own arousal, but whatever the reason, it sent an exquisite jolt of pleasure tinged with pain through her body.<br><br>After that first cry, she held her breath briefly, trying to decide if she wanted to object.&nbsp; She felt like she should, but that was only convention making her think that.&nbsp; Why not let him, if he liked it?&nbsp; There was plenty of pleasure for her, too.&nbsp; But after a few moments, she started gasping again, her breathing beginning to sound like a near-constant whimper, and he relented.&nbsp; Now that hard bit of flesh was left to recover, and at last his fingers could plunge into her as she'd ached for them to do, stretching her everywhere now.&nbsp; Again her hands tightened on his, urging him to keep on with her nipple, at least, while she began to rock slowly against him, finding a rhythm, once more thinking only of how amazing this felt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 20:29:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand moved over to her other nipple to toy with it as she rocked. He moved his fingers in and out of her, meeting her rocking with thrusts from the three bunched fingers. She felt extra tight this way, so full, front and back. Both his manhood, and his fingers could feel each other exploring her body in different ways, different holes. It was exquisite, dangerous, and perverse. They could get caught at any time. A cop or a security guard could come knocking at the window at any moment, and him with his hand half buried inside of her, his cock buried in a cocoon of forbidden flesh, and her almost naked, writhing on top of him in his front seat.<br><br>Suddenly paranoid, he opened his eyes, to ignore the sweet girl on his lap that seemed eager to do any perverse thing he asked, and to steal a look around to make sure that someone wasn't walking up on them. It was quiet... and nothing moved. The darkness concealed them from everything. Just as he was sliding his eyes closed, he noticed that one of the pillars looked... off. He squinted his eyes and looked more closely. Something pale next to the pillar was moving subtly, rhythmically. It was a pale hand. Beneath were legs, and Charles swept his gaze upward. Almost too high for him to see, there on the parking level that overlooked their "pit" he saw the face. The guy from the entrance gate, spiky haired, and a face full of piercings. In the gloom, the two men's eyes locked.<br><br>Charles didn't know exactly what to do, and for a moment, he froze in place, not even breathing. But the need within him was too great, and so he decided that watched or not, that he was going to finish. He let out a long breath, and then started moving his hips in time with Michelle's gaining a precious inch or two of movement with each tight stroke. A thought like a lightening stroke went through his mind. If he was going to be watched, then give a good show. He slid his hand down from her nipple to her crotch, and his fingers out from within her. Still watching the gate keeper's face, Charles used both hands to wontonly spread Michelle's pedals out, opening her entrance wide for the man's eyes to feast on, while his manhood slid in and out of the hole beneath. The voyeur's eyes widened, and his hand started to move faster over his Dickie's ensconced bulge.<br><br>Charles then dipped his left hand to Michelle's opening, inserting two fingers, and he brought the slickened hand up to first fondle her nipples with fingers both hot and slick, and then brought the fingers to his mouth to suck the remaining moisture from them. He moved then to reverse his hands once more, and then he whispered to Michelle, "We're being watched... the guy from the gate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 22:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They only lasted a few minutes, but their slight, steady movements, each of them moving in the same thrilling rhythm, had Michelle gasping with delight, her body quickly striving towards climax.&nbsp; The danger was arousing no matter how often she told herself that it shouldn't be, and the desperation, the overwhelming suddenness of this made it even better.&nbsp; She tensed a little more, rocking faster, and whimpered as she turned to try to kiss him.&nbsp; That was the one thing that was missing from this.<br><br>She noticed him pause, and made a sound of protest, sighing in relief as he began thrusting again.&nbsp; "What are you doing?" she murmured as he pulled his fingers out, then smiled as he spread her passage open, just as he had before.&nbsp; "You like that," she teased, wriggling as he stretched her out.&nbsp; She felt it even more with her rear passage filled, and she imagined, vividly, how she must look, sprawled out this way, completely open to whatever he cared to do to her.&nbsp; "And you're making a mess again," she murmured, pressing her breast into his slick fingers.<br><br>Then he spoke, and it was her turn to freeze.&nbsp; Remembering what she'd thought before, now she wished she would have said something earlier about her suspicions, because it was now very much too late to do anything about this.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; He-- Oh, god."&nbsp; Her hand now half tried to pull his away, then gave up.&nbsp; She couldn't stop, not now.&nbsp; Whatever else happened, she had to come.&nbsp; "Cover us up," she muttered, trying to reach his jacket, though she had no hope of managing that.&nbsp; She looked back at the spot, now catching sight of their voyeur, and cringed.&nbsp; "Oh, god, that pervert."&nbsp; Then she blushed, realizing that they could just as easily be accused of perversion.<br><br>Her body had fallen back into its previous rhythm without her realizing it, and of course Charles wasn't letting up.&nbsp; "So... we're making him jealous?" she whispered, shakily.&nbsp; "God.&nbsp; I can't believe this... Just -- just make me come, please.&nbsp; Please."&nbsp; &nbsp;She rocked harder, turning her face away from the man watching.&nbsp; He could do whatever he wanted, just as long as she finally got what she so desperately needed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 10:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His right hand reached her down there once more as the left came slowly up. His right hand went immediately back to work, with two fingers in her this time to make it easier to lightly rub against her clitoris as his hand rocked, sliding those two digits in and out of her. Through the silky and wet rear wall of her passage, he could feel the bulge of his manhood as it implacably furrowed the other, tighter passage, again and again, moving along the same route. He established a counter thrusting movement, so as one passage was being pushed into, the other was being pulled out of. He matched her tempo, in point and counter point.<br><br>As he brought his left hand up, the fingers glistening with Michelle's intimate moisture, he realized that it'd be harder to reach his mouth with them, having to reach not only across Michelle's body, but her face as well. Instead, he raised the finger toward her mouth instead, to see if should would take them into her mouth. The thought stirred him even further, and his climax was quickly approaching, seemingly unstoppable now. The slick fingers brushed against her soft lips, feeling her hard teeth just behind them. <br><br>The man watching them from above adjusted himself, and suddenly his own manhood sprung forward out of the confines of his pants, to be stroked openly, with flesh directly contacting flesh. There was an occasional twinkle in the dim light from a metal ring somehow affixed to and skewered through his sensitive flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 15:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her face turned away and her eyes squeezed shut, Michelle found that she could -- well, not forget their audience, but at least not think about him so much.&nbsp; First the rhythm distracted her, the way Charles thrust first with his fingers, then his shaft, each rocking in and out, keeping her wanting more.&nbsp; Each movement of his hand also brushed over her swollen folds, almost painfully sensitive, and after his earlier teasing especially, one part in particular made her gasp and squirm every time his fingers found it again.&nbsp; There was too much else going on to worry about their watcher -- much.<br><br>She felt his movements grow slowly more intense, and thought with a rush of triumph -- and maybe a little relief, under the circumstances -- that he must be close now, ready to spill inside her at last.&nbsp; She reacted instinctively, rocking a little faster herself, her own body slowly tensing with anticipation.&nbsp; She'd teased about it earlier, but now she found she really did want them to come together, both of them writhing and moaning in their shared peak, and she gasped at the image of them tangled that way.<br><br>That gasp let his fingers into her mouth, and her lips closed on them without thinking.&nbsp; She sucked hard, almost as though it was his manhood rather than his fingers, and whimpered as she felt those first, long-awaited shivers of her climax.&nbsp; After all the teasing and denial, it felt powerful and unstoppable now, and she pressed down harder, feeling herself tightening around him in two places, urging him on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 17:40:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she sucked on him, and tightened around him, as she tensed, and became more frenetic, so too did he tense and become more frenzied. He thrust and counter thrust into her with wild abandon, on the verge of exploding. His awareness diminished until he was truly only aware of himself and Michelle. For a moment or an eternity, he teetered on the edge, in that non-place outside of time and space, and outside of sanity and self. For that time, he felt like he was part of a greater whole, as if he and Michelle were one in mind, one in body, and one in soul. <br><br>And then, the crest of the wave of pleasure he was riding crashed down in a splash of foam, and all cognizance seemed to halt and freeze for a moment. He grunted, tensed into a single hard muscle, pushed deep into her in every place, and spasmed. For a moment, he couldn't catch his breath, and it felt that perhaps even his heart had seized as well as his brain. He jerked, spastically pulling part way out of each hole, inhaled for a second, and then grunted as he thrust into her again with another spasm. And then again. And again... Seemingly suspended between life and death, he couldn't count the number of spasms, but was sure that long before the end he had nothing left to fire into her, but his body kept trying, over and over again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 18:16:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was as lost as he was.&nbsp; Now, at last, she had exactly what she'd craved for -- well, only hours, really, but it seemed as though it had been her whole life.&nbsp; She held her breath at first, feeling his body tense just as hers did, both of them moving and thrusting against each other, their coupling as necessary as oxygen, as vital as the sun.&nbsp; Half the world might have been watching them now, and nothing would have bothered her or even registered on her senses.&nbsp; It wasn't possible for her to realize anything but him, them, all the things they did and made each other feel.<br><br>His first deep, dual thrust made her cry out, sharply, though she'd intended to do her best to be quiet.&nbsp; That was as forgotten as everything else, her body pressing against him, welcoming him in.&nbsp; They found a different sort of rhythm now, more primal, uncontrolled, each thrust its own fresh peak of ecstasy, though like him, after a time she began to think there could be no more pleasure left in either of them, nothing else to give.&nbsp; But he kept thrusting, and so did she, every steady, desperate plunge making her cry out again, shakily.<br><br>Slowly, awareness of other things began to return, though she wished it wouldn't.&nbsp; Though they were still moving together, it was lessening now, slower and more sporadic, even though she wanted it to keep on and on, heedless of all her earlier worries.&nbsp; Her hand had gripped his, she found, so though his fingers had slipped from her mouth during this, they were still near her lips, and she moved now to suckle them, gently, moaning faintly around them.&nbsp; She thought she could still taste herself there, and her body tensed once more at the idea.<br><br>Her other hand was also against his, and she thought she remembered having pushed on his hand in her passion, trying to press it deeper.&nbsp; Now she stroked him there, lightly, soothing them both through the long, slow process of coming down from this, returning to the ordinary.&nbsp; She sighed, moaning again at another shuddering thrust of their hips, and turned her head carefully, letting his fingers slip free and nuzzling her cheek against his.&nbsp; "Charles," she murmured, and wished she could even begin to say how amazing it had all been.&nbsp; But it didn't matter; he knew, she was sure.<br><br>Then another memory returned, mortifying but insistent, and she bit her lip, too sated and content for true embarrassment or panic, but still all too aware of the state they were in.&nbsp; "We should cover up," she whispered, smiling and blushing, still gently stroking his hand as her sex throbbed beneath it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 00:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Satiated, and still feeling the after effects of the powerful orgasm, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She said something then, and he had to think on it before what she said made sense. "I agree, we should," he said, lifting the hand slowly up to her opposite hip. Then, he twisted her slightly, still impaled on him, changing the angle at which she was sitting subtly clockwise. The hand slid up her side, to her shoulder, and squeezed, pulling her closer, while his left hand dropped down gently to her breast, gripping it possessively, but not overly hard. With the new angle, as he pulled her tight, he could crane his head just enough at the right angle to kiss her deeply, and he tried to do so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 01:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reluctantly, she shifted, sighing as he moved his hand, then remembering and putting her own hand there -- not touching herself, just shielding her sex from easy view.&nbsp; She turned, expecting him to be reaching for his jacket, or perhaps getting ready to move back to his own seat, but he did neither, and she blushed, flustered.&nbsp; But that didn't stop her from returning his kiss, eagerly, and whimpering faintly at his grip, though definitely not from discomfort.&nbsp; No, she liked that, liked knowing that he was claiming her that way.<br><br>She kept half-trying to cover herself, even though she knew it hardly mattered now, logically speaking.&nbsp; The guy had seen just about everythying.&nbsp; She just didn't feel terribly logical at the moment, still shivering inwardly with hormones and pleasure, and the delicious knowledge that he was still buried deep inside her.&nbsp; Whimpering again, she put her hand on his, just resting it there, letting him know how happy she was just then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 06:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles looked deep within Michelle's eyes at that moment. He said nothing, but just looked deep within her, held her, and slowly smiled. His eyes were brilliantly blue at the moment, looking clearer then they usually did, and bright, as if aglow from within.<br><br>He sighed deeply through his nose. "I wish I never had to move... but I suppose we should."<br><br>He reluctantly looked away from Michelle, out through the windshield. Pale, watery ejaculate was slowly running down the windshield, a gift from the spiky haired voyeur above. The man had covered himself back up, and was leaning against the pillar now, smoking a cigarette. That reminded Charles of his unsatiated need for a cigarette. He still hadn't had a chance to actually finish one since he settled in for lunch. It must have been at least two hours since he'd finished one. Suddenly, there was a flash of yellow lights bouncing around on the walls in the section above them. The spiky headed guy pushed away from the pillar and started walking away. "Hey, hey!" he called in a loud voice, "It's the <em>security patrol</em>!"<br><br>As the spiky headed guy with all the metal in his face walked out of sight, it could be heard that he was conversing with the security officers above, and just out of sight.<br><br>Charles' eyes instantly went wide in panic, and he frantically whispered, "Shit, shit, shit! Dressed! Get dressed!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 06:47:48</strong>
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				Michelle nodded slowly, smiling as he did, content to look at him like this forever if she could.&nbsp; But she sighed and nodded again, giving him one more quick kiss and bracing herself to move.&nbsp; It was always such a wrench to pull away from him, and she hated it, but it was the price they had to pay, and in this particular case, it was better to just move quickly and be done with it.<br><br>She didn't notice their friend's mess on the car, thankfully, but she couldn't miss his warning.&nbsp; Through the panic, she quietly took back all the bad things she'd thought about him, since he'd at least thought to warn them.&nbsp; Payment for a good show, she supposed, and felt a tinge of embarrassment, but there was no time for more.&nbsp; She wrestled her bra back down where it belonged, wincing at the now slightly sticky mess there, and lifted her hips away from him, trying to give him enough space to move, wincing again as she had to let him go.<br><br>"At least they didn't show up four minutes ago," she said, wryly, shifting again she she fumbled around in search of her pants.&nbsp; "You <em>did</em> make a mess," she scolded, or tried to, fighting back a giggle.&nbsp; "You -- oh, gross, is that what I think it is?" she exclaimed, suddenly catching sight of the streaks on the windshield.&nbsp; "Ew.&nbsp; Yuck."&nbsp; She grimaced theatrically, realizing that it had apparently been aimed right over the two of them, and shook her head in disgusted amazement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 07:46:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she pulled away as best she could, Charles tried to reach down to pull his own pants up from around his ankles. He couldn't quite reach them well enough to pull them up though with the tangle of legs and clothes down there. However, he could reach Michelle's pants, and he unceremoniously pulled them up to her knees, trying to put them in closer proximity to her hands. <br><br>A glance down at himself showed him that they'd left a mess in his lap. It looked as if when Michelle pulled herself off of his still swollen member, that most of the pearly fluid that he'd shot into her had ran back down into his lap to puddle above his member, and slowly start to run down beside his aching testicles. He realized suddenly that they did ache, from overuse apparently. He quickly pulled his shirt up, where the hem was already starting to soak into the fabric of his shirt. He was a mess.<br><br>Looking forlornly down at his pants, he could see one of Michelle's booted feet actually <em>in</em> his underwear that was nestled in his jeans. No wonder he was unable to pull them up. He silently hoped that her boots weren't muddy or worse, as that just would not be comfortable, especially mixing with the moisture in his crotch. He decided that they needed to find a restroom quickly so he could go clean up... likely, she could use some attention down there as well. Nevertheless, he had a feeling that wherever they went, that they'd be smelling the way that sex does after it has a tryst with smut.<br><br>"Ok, your foot's in my pants, so I can't get decent," he whispered fatalistically. He just <em>knew</em> that they were going to get caught in a second if they didn't hurry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 17:36:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?" Michelle whispered, distracted from her attempts to get her jeans back up where they belonged -- which of course was taking ten times as long as it should, at the worst possible moment.&nbsp; "Oh, crap," she added, realizing what he meant.&nbsp; As she shifted, she felt the moisture and grimaced, wondering how he'd managed to make such a mess.&nbsp; Okay, to be fair, how <em>both</em> of them had made such a mess.&nbsp; They were both completely unpresentable, she decided with a sigh, and to make things worse they might even get caught half-naked.<br><br>She shifted and managed to get her foot out of the way, reaching down to help pull his pants back up.&nbsp; "I don't think it's too dirty," she whispered, looking her boot over doubtfully.&nbsp; Not that it really mattered -- they were both much too dirty in other ways as it was, and she grimaced again as she pulled her jeans up into the puddle they'd made.&nbsp; "Oh, that's unpleasant," she muttered.&nbsp; She skipped fastening them just yet in favor of helping him with his clothes, managing to help get them up to his knees.&nbsp; "Can you get them the rest of the way?" she asked, anxiously looking out the window to gauge the progress of those unnerving lights.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 20:43:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah," he gasped, shifting. With grunts and pelvic thrusts like a beast or force of nature, he moved both of them equally to hitch up out of the seat to pull his pants up and over his ass that so pale that it nearly glowed. <br><br>He then wished forlornly that he hadn't done such a good job cleaning his car before his date. Normally there would have been a possibility of finding some napkins from some fastfood trash about, but not today. He grimaced as he pulled his underwear up and over, and then permitted them to settle into the pool of ejaculate. As the material started to soaked up the fluid, it produced that distinctive musky smell he remembered from his adolescence that was more akin to damped and slightly dirty socks then to the way one would imagine seminal fluid soaking into cotton to smell.<br><br>Again, the awkward angle made getting his pants buttoned a difficulty. He exhaled, and sucked in his stomach as much as he could. He tightened his body too, straightening out as much as possible, with only his feet and shoulders touching the seat, and finally managed to button his jeans. The zipper was no problem, and together, they helped to conceal the gym sock smell a bit. The belt could be problematic, but it wasn't a major concern with the bits that could get him arrested now being concealed.<br><br>He turned to see if Michelle could use any more help. The flashing lights were still in the same position, and listening a bit instead of fighting his jeans, Charles could still hear the gate guard talking. "He's a scholar and a gentleman," Charles muttered about the gate keeper, but seeing the man's seed running down his windshield, he then added, "or something."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 20:58:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I vote for 'or something'," Michelle said dryly, glaring at the spot where their watcher had been.&nbsp; She was tempted to laugh at their maneuverings, imagining how this would look to anyone else, but sobered quickly when she remembered what being watched had been like.&nbsp; Keeping herself to the side and out of the way as much as possible, she looked back to watch his progress, awkwardly resettling her shirt.&nbsp; Her bra was in an uncomfortable, slightly twisted position, but as long as any passing security guard couldn't tell, she wasn't going to worry about that yet.<br><br>"Okay, I'm as presentable as I'm going to get," she finally sighed, fastening up her jeans.&nbsp; She felt like she'd wet her pants, and she was sure everyone else would think the same at a glance, but at least she was no longer in a state where she could be arrested.&nbsp; "Should I get out?&nbsp; Or can you get back over to your seat?"&nbsp; Frowning, tugging at her bra through her shirt, she turned to look at him again.&nbsp; "Maybe... we'd better just go back to your place," she finally said, ruefully, squirming uncomfortably.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 22:10:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah... we're here, let's buy some clothes. Besides, we can clean up in a restroom, and if we want, we can just <em>buy</em> something, <em>change</em>, and no one will be the wiser." He said cheerfully. He tried not to dwell on the looks they would likely get before they cleaned up, or the musky smell of sex that must be clinging to them. He glanced up and noticed that yellow lights flashing on the walls had started to finally move again, approaching them. He was sure that in moments, that the actual security vehicle would be in sight.<br><br>"Er... yeah, you get out first, I'll follow. Hurry, they're moving."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 02:46:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you say so," Michelle said, reluctantly, though she had to admit that the prospect of getting out of these clothes right away, even at the cost of being seen like this, just might be worth it.&nbsp; She certainly didn't want to have to sit down again any time soon, especially not on that particular seat.<br><br>Keeping an eye on the lights, now moving on their steady way again, she scrambled out of the car, carefully, making sure not to elbow him in the process.&nbsp; "Okay, new rules.&nbsp; We never go anywhere together without old towels and wet wipes," she said, again tugging at her bra impatiently.&nbsp; "And if we're going to shop together, I think we'd also better not touch each other.&nbsp; At all.&nbsp; Seriously."<br><br>The lights came around the corner now, revealing the little car making its rounds, and Michelle instantly turned to look at him, steadfastly ignoring the guard.&nbsp; "Don't worry, he can't see you yet.&nbsp; You've still got a minute."&nbsp; She smiled, nervously, wondering exactly how close people could get without smelling what they'd been doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 14:40:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles chuckled. "Ok, we can do the first, no problem. The second one... hmm, I'm not sure I can agree with that."<br><br>He clambored out of the car, glancing down at the seat he evacuated. Just a tiny little wet spot he was relieved to see... which of course meant that the lions share of the moisture had been trapped by him. As he took a few hesitant steps away from the car, he noticed that he was distinctly wet and clammy down there. He successfully suppressed a grimace.<br><br>Glancing back at the car, he spied Michelle's purse still in the backseat, and quickly retrieved it for her. Then he closed the door, hit a button on his keychain fob, and the car locked itself with a brief flash of the lights, and a short BWOOP of the alarm. With a reassuring smile, he took Michelle's hand, and started walking up the ramp, out of the low spot that the attendant had called "The Pit", toward the mall, and toward a rather bored looking young black man in a disheveled security guard uniform riding around in his tiny little electric car. The man smiled in what could only be described as an, "Oh, yum," fashion at Michelle, before quickly looking away in a false nonchalant fashion. Charles felt both a pang of jealousy, and hoped that she didn't notice, thinking that perhaps she was feeling too self-conscious for such a look to be appreciated at the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 16:12:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, purse," Michelle sighed, taking it gratefully and shaking her head at her distraction.&nbsp; She was a mess in more ways than one, and she had to calm down.&nbsp; The guard's look, though it might have been flattering at any other time, only made her shrink a little closer to Charles and hang onto his hand more tightly.&nbsp; She could only imagine that the guy knew what they'd been doing, and was now hoping to get some of that for himself.&nbsp; All her logical arguments about how he couldn't possibly have seen or smelled anything made no impact on her nerves.<br><br>As they moved away from the car, she relaxed faintly, though she still had the uneasy conviction that people were looking at them.&nbsp; "I don't know about you, but I feel like I've been swimming with my clothes on.&nbsp; At least wading."&nbsp; She shifted uncomfortably, her pants clinging to her skin in some strange places.&nbsp; "Will they kick us out, do you think?"&nbsp; She frowned anxiously, now fussing with her hair as they walked towards the gate.&nbsp; Here was the first awkward encounter, she thought, and once more squeezed his hand for reassurance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 14:36:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted at her comment about feeling like she'd been swimming with her clothes on, and replied back by saying, "Yeah... me too."<br><br>A few moments later, he said, "Nah... we'll be fine. Maybe they'll be a little jealous if they notice anything at all. You're cute when you're nervous." <br><br>He gave her a peck on the cheek, and a reassuring squeeze of the hand. As they walked toward the gate, Charles slowed a little, and looked over toward the vehicle gate. The guy that had been watching them, noticed Charles looking in his direction, and he looked nervous. Charles looked back at Michelle, and said, "Give me a second... I'll be <em>right back</em>."<br><br>Charles started walked over toward the man that had been watching them. The man's eyes went wide, and he started glancing around, seeming to be on the verge of panic. Charles got up to where he was at, looking none to happy. The young man swallowed nervously, and looked like he was about ready to bolt in a random direction. "S-s-sorry about the car."<br><br>Charles fixed him with a freezing stare for a moment, and the man stammered out, "I'll find something and clean it up... Seriously, dude..."<br><br>Charles finally responded, "Make sure you do. Where's the nearest restroom that has some privacy?"<br><br>The man blinked in surprise, and pointed, "Uh... La Cochina, right around the corner, a few shops up."<br><br>"No good... we just ate," Charles said coldly, the look on his face still seeming visage of barely contained violence.<br><br>"Oh crap... well, they got a bar... uh, um..."<br><br>"Bar will work. Don't forget the car." Charles pivoted quickly away, and started walking back toward Michelle. At first, he would have looked angry after talking to the man, but after just a few steps toward Michelle, the look would have dissolved, into a barely suppressed evil grin. <br><br>He took up Michelle's hand again, and they walked out into the open plaza of the mall. Shops stood on both sides of the plaza, several stories high, and walkways crisscrossed the open space above. Escalators, elevators, and wheelchair ramps were in abundance, and the whole place was set to allow the customers to be able to walk at a gentle grade spiralling up and up until every shop had been seen.<br><br>"Guy thought I was gonna kill him..." Charles chuckled, "so I let him think that. He even offered to clean up the mess he made. I'm in a rare mood, and I think I want a drink. Hmm... how about a fruity drink?" he asked as he spied a chalk board out in front of La Cochina declaring "GIANT STRAWBERRY MARGARITAS ~ $3.49!!!" and in smaller writing beneath the other specials, it also said, "Restrooms for Customers <span class="bbc_u">only</span>."<br><br>"What you say, strawberry margaritas all around?" Charles asked her with a wide grin. "And I'll bet you a buck that they got better restrooms then these," he said, indicating the ones they were about to pass, that had what seemed to be an endless stream of people walking in or out of them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 16:23:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was sure he was only throwing out the compliments to get her through the next couple of hours, but she appreciated it just the same, and returned the squeeze of her hand with a smile.&nbsp; As she waited for his return, though, trying to decide exactly how annoyed he was going to get at the attendant, she couldn't help but fidget nervously, wondering if she was about to witness a fight.&nbsp; But the guy seemed too scared to throw a punch, and Charles seemed to be controlling himself all right, so she settled down to watch warily instead of panicking herself.<br><br>The look on Charles' face wasn't reassuring at all at first, though it changed so quickly she almost wasn't sure she'd seen it.&nbsp; "<em>I</em> thought you might be getting ready to kill him, too," she said, wryly.&nbsp; Walking out into the more open areas made her edgy again, and her eyes darted around restlessly, sure she'd eventually catch someone staring distastefully at them.&nbsp; It was strange to realize that no one seemed to notice, at least not yet.<br><br>"Oh, <em>giant</em> strawberry margaritas.&nbsp; Yeah, that's just what we need... some alcohol to make us both more relaxed and affectionate."&nbsp; She sighed and rolled her eyes, though at least now they were probably both too worn out and sore to get into too much trouble.&nbsp; Probably.&nbsp; She resolved to stick to her suggested rule, though, as much as she could, and not touch each other too much.&nbsp; They'd have to at least make it back to his place this time.<br><br>"You're right, though, anything's better than those bathrooms," she added, making a face.&nbsp; "And if the people at La Cochina notice anything, well, we don't ever have to come back here."&nbsp; She was glad to step inside, feeling much less exposed now, and hoping for quick service so they could get to the bathrooms than much sooner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 21:13:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The restaurant was certainly stylish enough. Leather seats and tabletops, chairs of wooden slats held together with leather strips. Mexican style frescoes in muted pastels, wicker ceiling fans, Spanish paver tiles on the floor, wicker fans on the ceiling, and a faux aged feeling all conspired to make one feel as if they were out on ranchero in the heart of Mexico's farming country. Mexican girls in colorful skirts flitted to and fro across the restaurant delivering scrumptious looking food, sizzling fajitas, or steaming lobsters wearing tiny sombreros. <br><br>As they couple walked in, a girl that didn't look a day over 17 at the hostess stand asked if they wanted a table for two, but Charles shook his head "no" and pointed at the Cantina. She flashed a smile of bright white teeth at him in response.<br><br>Charles spied the restroom sign, which also pointed at the Cantina. With a hand on the small of Michelle's back, he walked in to the cantina. The place looked delightful, and he couldn't help but smile at the ambiance of this place that he'd never been in before. The food smelled wonderful, but he was still convinced that the food was likely too Americanized for his palate. He saw too many white people dinning, and all of the staff seemed to speak perfect English. In his experience, it was always a sure sign of Americanized food. As they walked into the dimly lit bar, Charles thought about the sign outside saying "customers only" for the restrooms, and wondered if anyone would stop them if they walked straight toward the restrooms. He silently dared them to as, with his hand still on Michelle's back, he walked straight toward the restrooms.<br><br>Indeed, a smiling waitress did catch them just before they got to the restrooms. As she started what sounded like a well memorized spiel about the restrooms being for guests only, Charles held up his hand, and told her, "Two strawberry margaritas." He nudged Michelle on toward the restroom, pulled out his wallet, and handed the woman his credit card. "I'll pick the card up at the bar. Sorry, but I <em>really</em> gotta pee," he told the stunned looking waitress, as he sorta crossed his legs and bounced from foot to foot. <br><br>She took just a moment to recover, nodded once, said, "Ok," took his card, and moved aside. Charles quickly went into the small men's room. Just enough room for a single person in a wheelchair... and a lock on the door. Charles smiled, loudly clicked the door locked, and set about making himself more presentable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 18:43:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle nodded, perfectly straight-faced.&nbsp; "He's not kidding, really," she said to the waitress, suddenly enjoying being almost caught at something.&nbsp; "He's been bouncing for half an hour."&nbsp; Offering no explanation for her own disappearance, beyond a dazzling smile, she headed after him, veering off to the tiny ladies' room, just managing to beat another, middle-aged woman who seemed to be heading in that direction.<br><br>"Sorry, lady," she murmured, sighing.&nbsp; She fully intended to be as quick as possible, but that might not be very quick at all in this case.&nbsp; Double-checking that the lock was secure, she grabbed a fistful of paper towels -- fortunately not the very stiff brown kind of towels, though still not the softest in the world -- and set to work, grimacing the entire time, though now and then she found herself giggling quietly, too.&nbsp; Now that it was over and they hadn't gotten arrested, she could only decide that had been one of the best and craziest moments of her life, and she was glad they'd done it.<br><br>So she was smiling when she finally left the room, oblivious to the woman's glares as she looked around for Charles.&nbsp; He'd probably gotten the worst of it, she supposed, but she had a feeling he was just as okay with that as she was.&nbsp; Her clothes still felt dirty -- again -- and though she knew it was all right, really, her hair still seemed rumpled to her; and she was sure she must still smell of sex, in spite of all the soap and water.&nbsp; But all of that was perfectly all right this time, and she headed for the bar with a light heart, glad just to know he was waiting for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 10:55:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that he'd only just sat at the bar and received his drink and credit card back when Michelle materialized at his side. He laughed lightly and had a sly twinkle in his eye on seeing her. The bar wasn't overly crowded, and he gestured over to a booth. "Let's go over there... I have something to tell you."<br><br>Bringing the drinks over to the table, Charles sat down next to Michelle. Keeping his voice pitched low, he told her, "Well, I got cleaned up alright. My underwear took the brunt of the damage... and they were just too wet to deal with. So, like you," he whispered while slipping a finger into her jean's waistband near her hip, "I've now gone commando..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 15:32:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that her timing was just about perfect -- though the woman back at the ladies' room probably wouldn't agree -- and Michelle fell into step with Charles as he steered them towards the booth.&nbsp; She was almost afraid to wonder about what he intended to discuss.&nbsp; The way things were going today, she doubted she'd be able to guess, and the important part was probably to concentrate on not looking too shocked in public, anyway.&nbsp; So far she didn't feel like any of their adventures were making her any less shockable.<br><br>She hid a giggle behind her margarita glass -- they might not count as giant, but they were pretty big, large enough to be awkward for her to handle -- and raised an eyebrow at him.&nbsp; "Should I be nervous?" she asked in a conspiratorial whisper.&nbsp; "Is this my fair warning that you just might ravish me again while I'm trying to model clothes for you?&nbsp; I'm already walking funny, I think," she added, not really kidding.&nbsp; Now that she felt cleaner, she thought about that possibility more, wondering if everyone was noticing a certain extra caution in the way she moved.&nbsp; But for now she just wriggled closer, shivering faintly as his finger slid down along her skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 16:11:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I suppose I could <em>try</em> to ravish you in the changing room..." he said with a mischievous grin, obviously joking, "but I'm not twenty anymore, and I can't quite go all day long like I used to. Takes a little longer to chamber a new round then it used to."<br><br>"And I haven't noticed you walking funny yet. But you are glowing. You have that deeply satisfied look people get sometimes when they get it good after not getting any in a while... I wouldn't be surprised if I got 'the glow' too."<br><br>He took a sip of his drink. He couldn't really taste any alcohol in it, and he wondered how much of the drink was mix, and how much was teq... <em>tequila</em>, he finished the thought with his eyes going wide.<br><br>"Eh... these got ta kill ya in 'em don't they? I didn't even think about it, but tequila does funny things to me. Not <em>bad</em> per se, but if I get kinda wacky, you'll know why." He took another sip... it <em>tasted</em> fine, almost like a strawberry slurpy made with real strawberries.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 16:31:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, wait a minute, let's see -- there was last night, then in the shower, then on the bed again..."&nbsp; She trailed off, shaking her head.&nbsp; "You must have been <em>terrifying</em> when you were twenty," she said, seriously.&nbsp; "I can't tell if you're glowing.&nbsp; You've looked like this all day.&nbsp; But you know, if I really look that smug, maybe that's the real reason why that lady was glaring at me, not just 'cause I beat her to the bathroom," she added thoughtfully, smiling and feeling that much more pleased with herself.<br><br>She looked over at him doubtfully as he sipped at his drink, again raising an eyebrow and lowering her voice.&nbsp; "You mean you haven't been whacky yet?&nbsp; The car doesn't count, not to mention the mirror and the, um, candles and things?&nbsp; That's it, now I <em>am</em> worried," she said firmly, though she was still pressed up against him.&nbsp; "I guess we'd still better make this a quick shopping trip."&nbsp; She sipped her own drink, which really was quite good, enjoying the little bits of strawberry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 18:24:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wacky... nah! But you know, that <em>was</em> my first time in a car. Must have been beginner's luck, cause everything seemed to come out ok in the end. You know... cause in high school I wasn't cool enough to have a car. Or sex. I got kind of a late start in that department. Uh, both of them. As a matter of fact, I'm only up to five girls that I've been with..." Charles forced himself to shut up as he started to blush, the tequila already starting to make him ramble about things that just weren't all that comfortable to discuss on a first date... or whatever this would be considered at this point. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 18:44:02</strong>
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				"I guess it makes you talk a lot, at least," Michelle said, smiling slowly and trying not to actually giggle.&nbsp; She'd been quite astonished at the sudden flow of information, but had listened very carefully, filing it all away for future reference.&nbsp; "If it makes you feel better, that was my first time in a car, too," she added, very quietly, blushing slightly herself, though not quite from embarrassment.&nbsp; No, she was more astonished at how nice exchanging these little confidences could be, and enjoying the closeness of the moment.<br><br>"Actually, I think maybe we've both hit a few first times for things today," she mused, surprised again, but even happier, and if she'd been glowing before, she felt positively radiant now.&nbsp; "Maybe we'd better get to that Hustler store, too, and see how creative we can get with a little extra help," she suggested, managing to look remarkably innocent, except perhaps for the smile she was clearly fighting against.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 14:45:50</strong>
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				He blinked but smiled at her suggestion. "Oh my God, I <em>totally</em> forgot about that. That place is a trip. It doesn't come off like a regular porn shop <em>at all</em>. There's like, <em>normal</em> looking people that work there, of both sexes, and they have a coffee shop and everything. The coffee shop's better then Starbuck's... but what isn't, right?" <br><br>He made a scowling "bleh!" face with his tongue stuck out and everything. In an artificially deepened voice, speaking like an announcer on a television commercial, he said loudly enough to where probably everyone in the bar area could here him, "STARBUCK'S! RUINING COFFEE FOR OVER TWENTY YEARS. NOW ANNOUNCING THIRTEEN NEW LOCATIONS <strong>IN HELL!</strong> STARBUCK'S. IT MIGHT TASTE LIKE ASS, BUT IT'S EVERYWHERE YOU'RE EVER GONNA BE."<br><br>Charles then decended into a giggle-fit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 15:25:58</strong>
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				Michelle found it hard to believe that he'd forgotten all about anything that had to do with porn, but she wasn't going to debate that here.&nbsp; He was drawing enough attention to them, anyway, and she sent a quick glare at him during his public service announcement, which of course went completely unnoticed.&nbsp; At the next table, a group of kids, all looking barely old enough to drink, collapsed into laughter, while beyond them others shook their heads disapprovingly.&nbsp; One even leaned over to the bartender and said something, which prompted the man to send a server over towards Charles.<br><br>"Now you've done it," she said quietly, biting back laughter.&nbsp; She didn't <em>really</em> care if they did get tossed out, since they'd already gotten to use the bathrooms; but on the other hand, it was still being tossed out, and she really didn't want to get laughed at by those kids.&nbsp; Or the middle-aged lady from before, who she now saw glaring at them both.<br><br>"You and tequila obviously-- "&nbsp; Then she broke off, frowning.&nbsp; "You had that last night!&nbsp; Didn't you?&nbsp; That weird blue drink, that Malibu Wave or whatever they called it.&nbsp; That was tequila, wasn't it?"&nbsp; She whispered urgently as the server approached, a young man who looked a touch nervous at his assignment, but who also seemed determined.&nbsp; "Sorry," Michelle said preemptively as he opened his mouth.&nbsp; "This is his first drink today, honestly.&nbsp; He's just being weird."&nbsp; She nudged Charles in the ribs, then gave the server her best apologetic smile.<br><br>"All right, but you really do need to keep it down," the young man said, sternly, though he was both too young and too skinny to look at all intimidating, and now Michelle was dangerously close to giggles herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 14:53:36</strong>
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				Charles looked at the young man, and despite already feeling sort of odd from the tequila, his words didn't slur a bit as he spoke, "Sorry dude. Yeah, I totally forgot that tequila goes straight to my brain. You know, we're walking around, I'm thirsty, and see that sign out front, and I like strawberries, so next thing you know, I'm doing an impromptu Starbucks anti-commercial, getting funny looks from people, getting elbowed in the ribs, and having this discussion with some guy I've never even met before..."<br><br>Charles then held up a finger, as if he had just had an "Ah ha!" thought burst through his brain. Whispering in a false conspirational tone loud enough to be heard across the room, he told the man, "Personally, I blame Poncho Villa! After his family intermarried with mine, we lost the ability to drink tequila safely."<br><br>Charles started laughing, while the young man's eyes went wide, as if he was trying to decide whether to toss them out immediately, laugh, or something else. Then, in a normal tone, Charles concluded, "Nah, seriously, I'll try to keep it down. Otherwise this little minx is likely to skin me alive."<br><br>Without skipping a beat, he then turned to the minx in question, and said, "And no, I have no idea what was in that drink last night, I didn't think to ask. But tequila could certainly explain a few things, so I'll blame it. And Poncho Villa."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 15:11:12</strong>
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				It was, Michelle thought, a lot like watching two trains on a collison course in the distance -- all she could do was watch, and hope that disaster could somehow be avoided at the last second.&nbsp; When at last he paused, she blurted out the first thing she thought of.&nbsp; "You're always blaming Pancho Villa," she said, desperately, only now realizing that she'd not only been called a minx, but accused of being capable of skinning him alive, at least figuratively, and she couldn't decide if she should take offense at that or not.<br><br>"I'll keep an eye on him.&nbsp; Seriously," she said to the young man, trying to look responsible.&nbsp; He mumbled an acceptance, obviously still confused, and walked away, shaking his head.<br><br>She turned to Charles, for a second speechless because she absolutely couldn't decide where to start.&nbsp; "Minx?" she finally said, in disbelief, at last lasping into the giggles that had been threatening all along.&nbsp; "Maybe I <em>will</em> skin you alive," she said, loftily, before laughing again, managing to keep it relatively quiet, but still looking around guiltily.&nbsp; "Or at least not let you drink any more of this," she added, pretending to pull his drink away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-12-2008, 18:03:01</strong>
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				Charles chuckled, and replied with an exaggerated, "Well, ok... I'll <em>try</em> to behave. Whatever that means."<br><br>He turned somewhat more jovial then normal with the drink, and sat back enjoying a simple and wide ranging conversation, that was both unhurried yet wide ranging with Michelle. He shared with her, and tried for his part to get to know her better as well. It struck him as how peculiar yet exciting this whole thing had been so far. There was still so much to learn about her, and yet, especially with the extra strong reaction he always had with tequila, he felt so close to her despite knowing so little about her. They'd done so many things physically already that many people would be afraid to try even with a trusted partner, and yet he did not even know her middle name, or her birthday.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 16:09:11</strong>
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				"You didn't even behave when you were a kid, hm?&nbsp; Doesn't surprise me."&nbsp; Michell smiled and settled back herself, relaxed and perfectly happy just to talk.&nbsp; They bantered a little, teased here and there, as always seemed quite natural with him for some reason, but mainly they just talked, sometimes only chatting, sometimes delving a little deeper into their hopes and dreams.&nbsp; Anyone overhearing would have thought they were on a first date -- which they kind of were, if not in the usual sense -- except that the conversation wasn't at all stilted or hesitant, as one might expect.<br><br>She automatically shied away from the darker details of growing up, but even that didn't make the conversation flow any less steadily.&nbsp; That was just something for another time, and she didn't even realize that she was expecting other times, lots of them.&nbsp; Now and then she marveled over how much he was talking, and wondered how much of that was from the tequila, and made a mental note to start keeping some at her place, just in case.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-12-2008, 07:55:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *</div><br>Charles was in over his head. There were <em>so many</em> kinds of panties, he couldn't believe it. Each tiny little permutation of style or cut seemed to have it's own individual name too. He couldn't fathom how anyone could keep track of all those different varieties. Not for the first time, he thought that maybe he should have waited outside for Michelle. As another customer browsed a couple of isles over from them, looking at some sexy bras, Charles accidentally made eye contact with the petite Asian woman. She looked started as she quickly turned away blushing, and Charles looked quickly down as well, also turning scarlet. <br><br>He fumbled with the panties directly in front of him, trying not to look around casually again. He could still feel the eyes of the sales lady on him, and the whispers she traded with her coworker. Charles' hands moved easily over and between the thin silky panties, until he spotted one that he liked. It was a black, lacy thong. The little picture showed a perfect woman's ass, with the lacy material spreading above the woman's cheeks to meet the waistband. A similar picture at nearly the same angle showed what appeared to be the same woman, this time wearing low rise jeans, with the thong showing above the jean's waist. <br><br>The sexy underwear, the look of them, the sexy little pictures attached to them, the <em>feel</em> of silk, satin, and fine cotton, and a slightly understated pulse of sex and pheromones, had all conspired to start the stirring of another erection within Charles's pants quite some time ago. It was uncomfortable; he was so spent from last night and today's previous activities, that the erection didn't quite seem to want to maintain itself. Instead, it slowly rose a bit, and then fell, only to start rising again shortly afterwards. His already sore manhood further abraded against his rough denim jeans, and as often as not, it was at an awkward angle within his pants. He imagined that those employees that kept looking their way could see every shift of his crotch, especially when it was caught at a protruding angle and throbbed.<br><br>Charles looked up to see that Michelle had meandered a few feet from his side again, leaving him not obviously attached to the eyes the other shoppers. <em>Great,</em> he thought, <em>the Asian woman probably thinks I'm some sort of pervert.</em><br><br>He walked up behind Michelle, and slid a hand across her belly, just above her waistline. He pulled close to her then, not thinking about it, but intimately, and sexually. His front pressed against her; that was one of the few comfortable positions at the moment. No one could notice the awkward bulge in his pants in this position. He bent, and kissed the side of her neck gently when he pulled her close, and then whispered, "What do you think about these?"<br><br>He held the thong panties up before her eyes to judge, and probably dismiss for some esoteric reason, as she had most of his choices. Earlier, he had suspected that she was simply dismissing all thongs on principle without actually coming outright and saying it, but then he'd seen her dismiss some non-thongs in just the same cavalier fashion, and so now he wasn't quite sure if she actually would wear them. He had already hinted that he would really like it if she would let him buy her at least a few pair. Thongs were his favorite.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>26-12-2008, 17:24:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was blissfully ignorant of Charles' ongoing struggles with the other customers, not to mention the salespeople.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly relaxed, though, either -- somewhere in the last few hours, she'd lost her focus, and getting him to spend as much as possible on her was no longer the first thing on her mind, or even the second or third.&nbsp; Now she was inwardly debating as to how much she should pick out, back and forth, unable to settle on any kind of decision.&nbsp; One or two ridiculously expensive things?&nbsp; A whole array of cheaper things?&nbsp; Never the cheap<em>est</em>, she knew better than that... but she somehow couldn't bring herself to seriously consider buying out half the store, like she'd planned before.<br><br>It was almost becoming a game, for him to suggest and her to dismiss, and she nearly did just that to his latest offering, though she paused, noticing that he seemed to have a distinct trend going.&nbsp; "You're pretty attached to the whole thong family of undergarments, aren't you?" she asked, turning and raising an eyebrow at him.&nbsp; She blushed at his intimate gesture, apparently so instinctive, and would have been even more mortified if she'd realized exactly why he was doing that.<br><br>"See, men don't wear these things."&nbsp; She reached up to flick her finger at the panties in his hand, shaking her head gently.&nbsp; "Anyone who doesn't wear these therefore has no idea how truly uncomfortable it can be to have something crawling up and trying to become one with your ass all day long, especially something with this much lace on it."&nbsp; It was rather a shame, since they were very pretty panties otherwise, but it was, sadly, the truth.<br><br>She blushed a little again, this time because of what she was saying.&nbsp; "On the other hand, if you only want me to wear them for a little while, just until you get so worked up you pull them off with your teeth, that's another story."&nbsp; She whispered this very quietly against his cheek, nestling back into his embrace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 14:53:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles smiled as Michelle nuzzled against his cheek, but carefully paid attention to what she said. <br><br>"Hmm... Ok, well I can see where this is going. The lacy thong goes back on the rack then, and we'll see if we can find a non-lacy thong instead. I didn't know that about the lace, but I guess it explains why there's so many different panties that have a little lace on them, with some sort of back on them. <br><br>"After we finish with you, I guess we can go and find a place with men's clothes. It seems only fair that if I'm picking out some sexy underwear for you with the hopes that you'll wear them, that you be permitted to do the same for me. And I guess you have a point about the butt floss... I've never worn underwear like that, but I can't imagine that they'd be all that bad. But I think that it would be only fair that you pick out at least one man thong for me, so I can appreciate and understand a bit better what I'm asking you to do with wearing them for me. I mean, I'm not asking you to wear them <em>all the time</em> or anything like that... although the idea is, um, intoxicating. And uh, yeah, you're right. I <em>really</em> like thongs. I guess I'm an ass man, through and through."<br><br>He squirmed then, uncomfortably, as his erection grew a little stiffer, and poked out at an uncomfortable angle. The head was caught up against the not so soft material of his jeans, and the rest of the hardening shaft tried feebly to make it rise higher then it could confined as it was. He really wanted to just reach down into his pants, and adjust the damned thing to lie flat against his body, parallel to his belt. It was getting to be quite uncomfortable. He wondered again if he should have just kept his wet underwear instead of pitching them in that bar's mens room. He then considered how strongly they must have smelled of sex, and the idea of other patrons of that bar walking into that mens room to think that someone must have just "gotten some" in there made him giggle. Normally, such thoughts wouldn't make him laugh aloud so easily, but he still had a decent buzz going from the tequila in that margarita.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 18:24:58</strong>
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				"Hm, do I really get to dress you?&nbsp; I have to admit, I've never tried that."&nbsp; Michelle grinned at the thought, though she was hardly even sure where to start.&nbsp; It was hard even to imagine any other man she'd ever been involved with making such an offer, and she was even a little surprised to hear it from Charles.&nbsp; "But why does it not shock me to hear you admit to being an ass man?"&nbsp; She turned to kiss him again, giggling as she felt him squirm against her.<br><br>"Probem?" she asked, archly, then her eyes widened.&nbsp; "Oh, you can't possibly mean that someone wants to come out and play again," she whispered, torn between laughter and complete, embarrassed disbelief.&nbsp; "We should <em>not</em> be allowed out in public together.&nbsp; Especially not in a place that sells sexy lingerie."&nbsp; She gave him a mock frown, but didn't pull away, afraid of others seeing too much of his wrigglings.<br><br>Already there was an employee giving them odd looks, though for the moment she seemed more bemused than anything, thankfully, and she was only about Michelle's age.&nbsp; Maybe she'd be more tolerant than an older person would, though they still didn't dare push it too much.&nbsp; "Okay, let's go find some compromise thongs... there were some satiny ones that looked pretty nice.&nbsp; And there were a couple of other things I kind of wanted to get -- that little corset, maybe, remember?&nbsp; <em>Then</em> we'd better pick out some things for you and escape, while you still have some shreds of self-control left."&nbsp; She tried to sound stern for this last sentence, but of course couldn't manage it, barely able even to hide her smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 20:15:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles merely nodded to her words. He sighed, both in mild disappointment when he put the lacy thong back on the shelf, but also contentment as he followed along with Michelle. It <em>was</em> a reasonable compromise, and so he knew that he had nothing to complain about... Despite his achy crotch, he felt quite content right now, and wore a small, happy smile.<br><br><em>Wait... did I just tell her she could <strong>dress me</strong>?</em> He wondered. He thought back to what he remembered saying, and could only remember offering to let her pick out some underwear... nothing more. His eyes widened at the thought for a moment. He'd never really let a woman do <em>that</em> before. Well, his ex to a degree, but not someone that he hadn't been living with for a long time at least. And not on the first date. He almost told her sternly that he'd offered to let her pick out some <em>underwear</em> for him, not anything more... but after a moment of indecision, he just gave in to her idea. Well, he'd have to wait to see what she had in mind. Afterall, he had been fond of wearing some of the clothes that his ex had picked for him... of the stuff that he deigned to wear. But definitely not that navy shirt with the white horizontal stripes, and the giant embroidered sailing logo thing on the left breast. What had his mother-in-law been thinking - let's dress Charles up like a goober! So, his thoughts were even more scattered then normal, perhaps from the ta-kill-ya. Still, the thought of that hateful woman, his ex-mother-in-law killed all signs of erectness in his pants for the moment.<br><br>He sighed. Something odd was certainly going on. Perhaps good, but odd nonetheless. He'd never in his life even <em>think</em> to allow a woman to pick out clothes for him on the first date.<br><br>"Ok... I'm feeling odd about that," he said, with almost no slur left to his voice, but no preamble to try to explain his thought process. Not that he was incredibly intoxicated, but that tequila always hit him hard. He took up a satiny black thong from Michelle's offered hand. "Can we call it the second date, since we're now on day two?"<br><br>He heard a surprised intake of breath from behind him, and instincts from too many nights working high risk security kicked in, and he spun quickly at the noise that had surprised him. A fiftiesh woman with large frizzy hair, and a physique like a sumo was had been looking at the battleship sized bras an isle over, but had obviously overheard Charles, and so was watching as he spun on his heals, thong in hand, wielded like a weapon. The woman tried to suppress an amused smile behind her glasses as Charles cheeks reddened a little. Still, with the limber tongue that only alcohol seems to provide, he immediately dropped into his best Joey impression from Friends, and asked the woman, "How <em>you</em> doin?"<br><br>The woman about had a seizure from laughing too hard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 21:29:16</strong>
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				"Hm?&nbsp; What was that?" Michelle asked, distracted by her perusal of the thongs.&nbsp; She really did want to find an acceptable compromise, so had focused most of her attention on that; and Charles' murmured comment caught her off-guard.&nbsp; Being blissfully ignorant of his convoluted train of thought, aside from wondering what might be on offer for the men, she wasn't even really thinking about anything but the lingerie before her.&nbsp; As usual, it hadn't really occurred to her just how much she was thinking about the very long term for them, or just how much it felt like their second year together instead of only a second day.<br><br>At least until Charles suddenly lapsed into silliness (no doubt still thanks to that tequila, she thought, reminding herself again not to let him near that stuff while they were out in public) and she couldn't resist joining in the laughter.&nbsp; She wasn't even sure what was so funny, but she still couldn't help but laugh until she was feeling absolutely giddy from lack of oxygen.<br><br>As she recovered, she took hold of Charles' arm and started gently tugging him away.&nbsp; "I'm so glad you liked it," she managed to gasp to the red-faced woman, who now had tears in her eyes from laughing.&nbsp; "He's practicing for that Last Comic Standing show.&nbsp; Keep an eye out for him."&nbsp; Then she blushed in shock at having said that, scooped up a handful of assorted underthings, and started sorting through them with great attention.&nbsp; "Oh, my god.&nbsp; You're <em>totally unsafe</em>.&nbsp; And maybe a little insane besides," she said, as quietly as she could while still fighting back fits of giggles.&nbsp; "These, or these?" she asked, a little desperately, holding up first a pair of satiny thong panties, somewhere between midnight blue and black; and then a pair of cotton ones, black with tiny white stars on them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 12:55:28</strong>
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				"Yep, and yep..." Charles told her with a impish grin. "<em>Oh</em>... these, definitely."<br><br>Charles hooked a finger in the gusset in the nearly black satiny panties. He ran the finger down the length of the gusset and up the crack strap slowly and suggestively. "I wonder if they have it in pure, midnight black? A cobalt blue would be really cool too... or a dark green. But don't let those suggestions limit you. I know women tend to like to color coordinate their underthings with their outer wear, especially when they want to feel sexy. See, guys aren't like that. Not real men anyhow. Mostly, we just want something comfortable that doesn't have any holes worn through 'em. But we don't mind bringing the sexy for our woman, if she tells us what she likes... well, as long as we're not planning a trip to the gym or something. Man-thongs usually don't go over too well there, unless you're in North Hollywood or something..."<br><br>Charles spotted a pair of panties on a ladies pelvis mannaquin that stopped his rambling up short. He stared at it for a moment, and then said, "Hey... I've seen those before in a... um... movie. And I like 'em, I just didn't think about 'em. Whatcha think? Would you wear something like this?"<br><br>He pointed out the silky black panties that he was talking about. There was a seam that ran up the back of the panties. The rear of them hugged every curve of the mannequin's buttocks. It was almost as if someone had taken a thong, but added panels to the thong that covered the cheeks, but still allowed the seam to run up the crack of the woman's rear. The advertising panel next to the panties said something about them featuring a "ruched back seam". 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 16:04:42</strong>
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				"I know, I know.&nbsp; The darker the better as far as you're concerned."&nbsp; Michelle grinned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, trying not to watch his suggestive stroking too closely.&nbsp; At this rate, they already weren't likely to get out of here anytime soon, maybe not until the employees chased them out at closing time.&nbsp; And honestly, she liked to think she had <em>some</em> self-control.&nbsp; She'd had some two days ago, at least.<br><br>"I don't see these in black, though... Oh, here, here's a dark green," she added, holding up a forest green pair in triumph.&nbsp; That was when she realized he was staring, and then what he was staring at, and she raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; Trust him to zero in on those, she thought, but she had to admit they looked pretty good.&nbsp; "In a movie, hm?&nbsp; We'll have to watch that sometime."&nbsp; She smiled to herself, then stepped closer to study the panties in question.<br><br>"These look cool," she said after a moment, nodding.&nbsp; They actually looked comfortable, though she knew those sort of looks could be very deceiving.&nbsp; Still, they seemed to be an excellent compromise, and that was what they were aiming for.&nbsp; "Very cool.&nbsp; Let me see..."&nbsp; She turned and began rummaging through the sizes and colors available, pulling out everything black or close to it.&nbsp; "Here, they have it in cobalt blue, just for you," she grinned, tossing a pair to him.<br><br>"Now then."&nbsp; Still smiling, she pressed closer to him so she could speak very quietly.&nbsp; "How do you feel about corsets?&nbsp; Because I kind of like them, and there's a sexy little black number over there... See, the one with the silvery lace?"&nbsp; She nodded towards a display to the side.&nbsp; "It's a little pricey, but potentially very worth it.&nbsp; Option two, take that money and buy some things that are... well, even more binding, shall we say?"<br><br>She pressed a fraction closer, though she stuck to his side more than his front for now.&nbsp; "Take your pick.&nbsp; Then I get to pick out some things for you... which I promise I won't make you wear to the gym.&nbsp; Not even in North Hollywood."&nbsp; She didn't quite kiss him again, but stretched up as if she was going to, waiting for his answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 12:34:16</strong>
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				Voice equally low, and husky, Charles replied, "I love it when you talk all sexy to me."<br><br>He bit his lower lip, and looked over at the corset. He didn't have a clue as to how expensive it would be, but he imagined that it would be quite pricey. Looking back at Michelle, and imagining her in such a get up, tied and bound, at his mercy, and he knew that he just couldn't say no to her... or was it her big eyes that had him at her mercy? He didn't know, and wasn't sure that it mattered right now. Maybe when the credit card bill came it might matter, and it might matter a whole lot... but he just pushed that out of his mind for the moment. She was young. She was hot. She wanted to be tied up and have naughty things done to her. And she wanted <em>him</em> to do those things to her... And it had been a <em>long</em> time since he'd had any sex at all, and never before with a girl as beautiful as she was.<br><br>Normally, he was quite good about these things, and could tell a woman "no" easily enough. But he found himself nodding very seriously. "Yes..." he nearly whispered to her. "We'll do that. The corset... and some stuff to bind you as well. Both. And, uh... something better then that rubber spatula thingy for spanking too, I think."<br><br>He couldn't believe that he'd said it. But he couldn't really believe that he was getting involved with sort of thing either. Sure, he'd had fantasies before. Doesn't everyone? But most of the S &amp; M porn that he'd seen left him cold inside, or worse, disgusted. It always seemed as if the girl were just being abused unwillingly... or the guy, but he wasn't really interested in that whole subset. Yet somehow, it seemed different with Michelle. It seemed as if some new fire had been awoken in him, perhaps in her as well, and the idea of binding and spanking her until it felt just right, until her need and desire was absolutely peaked, and then taking her then, as he wanted, just appealed <em>so</em> much. He didn't want to hurt her for the sake of hurting her, but rather to make her feel good. And because, as he'd recently discovered, it actually turned him on too... and damnit, his erection was back. <br><br>After staring into Michelle's beautiful eyes for a bit, Charles suddenly sighed. He whispered to her, "Sometimes I hate having a cock. Damn thing's always getting hard and embarrassing me... I can't even go to the beach because of this dumb thing. And it's not as bad as it used to be! When I was fifteen, sixteen, there were times that there was just no way to get rid of an erection, and sometimes they'd last <em>hours</em>. Women got it better. You can walk around horny all day long, and no one has to know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 16:38:07</strong>
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				Michelle grinned and blushed, feeling pleased and guilty all at once.&nbsp; It took her a beat to figure out the guilt, and then she just felt silly.&nbsp; She clearly wasn't cut out for gold-digging, and she was sorry now that she'd tried it -- except she wasn't sorry, not when things had turned out like this.&nbsp; Was he still only interested because she was young and attractive and willing?&nbsp; Maybe, she thought with a pang, but then, maybe that was enough to start with.<br><br>And the point right now was that she was <em>very</em> willing, much as that surprised her sometimes.&nbsp; Corsets and sexy lingerie, sure -- but being tied up and spanked?&nbsp; If anyone had said three days ago that she'd be this turned on by things like that, she'd just have gotten annoyed and embarrassed and dismissed the whole idea.&nbsp; Bondage did nothing for her, usually -- she could see the attraction of some of it, sure, but it just wasn't for her, she'd decided.&nbsp; Now she was contemplating handcuffs and ropes, and getting so aroused that she was sure everyone within ten yards must smell it.<br><br>"I have to admit, I kinda like the idea of an hours-long erection," she whispered, biting her lip.&nbsp; "But I can see where that would get in the way.&nbsp; And I guess we do have the advantage in privacy," she murmured slowly.&nbsp; "But women aren't allowed to be horny.&nbsp; It's not ladylike to admit that we really wouldn't mind being taken up the ass until we're walking funny."&nbsp; She smiled, slowly, now turning to let her body press very gently against his front, instantly feeling his erection.&nbsp; "We're not supposed to like walking around smelling of sex, or letting men tie us to their beds.&nbsp; We <em>have</em> to be secretive about these things, at least most of the time."<br><br>She almost felt like she was listening to someone else talk, but the rush it gave her to say these things was impossible to ignore.&nbsp; "Now, let's see.&nbsp; We'll get the corset, then some things for you to wear... and you're right, they must make something like that spatula of yours, only better.&nbsp; It's just finding it that's the problem.&nbsp; Where do you think we should start?"&nbsp; Her tone was still quiet, almost calmly conversational, but Charles, at least, was certain to catch the underlying excitement in her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 20:03:38</strong>
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				She literally took his breath away. It wasn't taken away in shock, but in desire and admiration. He had never really thought on it before, but it suddenly occurred to him that he <em>loved</em> a dirty girl. A woman that seemed properly demure, but in reality wanted forbidden and possibly even nasty sex. She was much like he was in some ways. He had never been one for casual sex, and never even dated much. But when he was with someone, he wanted it dirty, and nasty... he wanted the forbidden and taboo. He wasn't selfish per se; he got off nearly as much by bringing his partners to the peak of pleasure, as he did by what he did for his own or for mutual gratification. <br><br>Her words... it was like suddenly realizing that in some way she were a kindred soul. As he exhaled, he had to force himself not to say something that would likely scare her off forever. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and he quickly glanced away so he wouldn't tell her the feeling that had suddenly washed over him. That he wouldn't tell her that he loved her. Perhaps it was just the tequila... or maybe a trick of brain chemistry, but for a moment there, he knew it was true. Then he thought, quite rationally, that he must be mistaken. It must just be some trick his mind was playing on him. But maybe it was true... but best wait to see, to make sure that it wasn't just a fluke feeling that had washed through him. Or maybe it was just her youth that had attracted him, like a moth to the flame, and she was just interested in his money.<br><br>Still, the date, last night, and then all of today felt nothing like she was putting on an act. She seemed genuine in everything. Surely a false person would have pretended to enjoy his music as much as he did, and would have had too much to risk with the natural banter they had going back and forth. He questioned her taste in music and food, she told him that he might possibly be a little insane. She didn't immediately defer to him when he wanted her to wear a thong, but was willing to try for him. It just didn't <em>feel</em> like some... <em>thing</em>... tainted by greed. Maybe it was, but he didn't think so. Still, even if it weren't a tainted thing, it was surely to early to tell her that he loved her, right? He should at least be certain himself before saying such a thing.<br><br>He'd only looked away while his thoughts raced for a few seconds. He lifted his arms and gently embraced her, his arms low, moving just above her hips, and sliding all the way to fold around the small of her back. He bent toward her a bit, craned his head up, and kissed her gently and lovingly on the forehead. He then pulled her tight and dropped his face down toward her ear. He kissed her earlobe once, and said in a low voice, "Actually, I hadn't noticed you walking funny yet. Or are you hinting that you want it back there..." his hands slid onto her buttocks, and he pulled her hips forward a bit as he thrust a bit, a clothed and subtle, but public, pantomine of sex, "<em>again?</em> 'Cause I wasn't planning on it when we get home... but if you want it..."<br><br>He sighed, hot and moist onto her neck, just below her ear, and punctuated his remark by kissing her neck. It was a possessive kiss, open mouthed, and wet. His teeth pressed into her skin just hard enough to hurt a bit, and leave a mark to fade over the coming hour. He did not think of it, but his hands were still on her buttocks, and he pulled her into a brief grind as he bit her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 00:36:45</strong>
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				For an instant, as he looked away, Michelle was suddenly afraid that something was wrong, that he'd changed his mind.&nbsp; But his arms were still holding her close, his hands still firm but gentle on her body, and with a shiver of wonder and amazement, the next instant she saw everything differently.&nbsp; The whole world was exactly right.&nbsp; She settled into his embrace, moving as he moved, quietly accepting his strangely chaste kiss with a thrill of pure happiness.<br><br>Without realizing it, her thoughts followed his own, and as he moved to whisper to her, she wanted to tell him everything she was thinking, as scrambeld and confused as it was -- but most of all, she suddenly wanted to say that she loved him.&nbsp; She stopped herself just in time, thankfully.&nbsp; Charles was probably afraid to hear those words just now, so early on.&nbsp; That would scare any guy, and given the way they'd started out, it was especially risky.&nbsp; He wouldn't believe her, and she couldn't blame him... in spite of her new resolve, the fact was that she was still broke, and he was still about to become quite wealthy.<br><br>This edge of guilt and uncertainty vanished, however, as soon as she heard what he was saying.&nbsp; She laughed quietly, instinctively pressing forward as his hands pulled her hips towards him.&nbsp; "All I'm hinting is that I'd love to have this..."&nbsp; She paused significantly, arching her hips to press firmly against his erection.&nbsp; "...anywhere you'd like to put it."<br><br>Then his lips found her neck, and she sighed, almost moaning, matching his faint grinding motion.&nbsp; Images of letting him have his way with her in the dressing room filled her mind, and she shivered again as she felt the gentle pressure of his teeth.&nbsp; She hoped he'd marked her, she realized, desperately wanting his sign on her skin.&nbsp; "We'd better hurry," she murmured, and again the words were more like a moan of longing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 22:28:22</strong>
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				He nodded in all seriousness. He forced himself away from Michelle, turned his mind away from the lust in his heart, and tried to harden himself against the swimming broth of chemicals and emotions racing through his mind. He perhaps turned a bit cold and emotionless, but what else could he do? Only his eyes betrayed warmth and desire when they met hers, instead of the facade that he forced himself to bare.<br><br>The shopping. Normally he hated shopping with the fire of an angry and stormy sun. This had been enjoyable. Quite enjoyable as a matter of fact. But when he turned himself to the actual mechanics of it, forced his hands and heart and head away from his desire, it became the exercise in tediousness that it always was. And he started to crave a cigarette as well. That always brought it's own cranky tension, and pulled at his darker emotions. Still, he managed not to say or do anything foolish as they went through the chore of shopping. Perhaps he was a bit more rushed then he ought to be though.<br><br>With the corset and other feminine underthings in the basket now, he debated cancelling the whole excursion over to the men's section. Despite the growing crankiness though, he thought that later he would regret it if he did cancel that. He had agreed to it. Actually, he'd proposed it in the first place. She'd likely see it as there being something wrong if he pulled out now.<br><br>And so, with a deep sigh, he stopped when they reached the men's underwear section. Somehow, the curious glances from the other men embarrassed him more then he would have thought. This suddenly smacked of mommy picking out underwear for him from when he was a kid. It somehow seemed weird and awkward back then, especially as he got older. It brought echoes of the same to the forefront now. Maybe that was why he had never done this with a woman before, or why he always had to suppress a snicker when he saw a man and woman shopping the men's underwear together? This just didn't feel right at all. If he were a dog, he would imagine that his hackles would be standing straight up right now. "Uh... these are what I normally get." he said lamely, pointing to pack of boxer briefs. "I try to find a pack that has at least one pair of black ones... and no gay colors. Or white..." He scrunched up his face in displeasure at the prospect of wearing something white.<br><br>"I need a smoke," he muttered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 15:26:23</strong>
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				Until he suddenly grumbled about needing a cigarette, Michelle had been just distracted enough not to notice Charles' growing unhappiness.&nbsp; As soon as he spoke, though, she realized this had been building for some time and felt vaguely guilty for not having seen it sooner.&nbsp; She'd gotten too used to them being on the same wavelength, she supposed, and had thought that he was still enjoying himself with the shopping just as she was.&nbsp; But he was, after all, still a guy, and the novelty of looking for clothes and toys with her was bound to wear off sooner or later.<br><br>She turned to him, giving him her full attention.&nbsp; "Then go," she said quietly, smiling and giving him a peck on the cheek.&nbsp; "I mean, I'd rather you didn't <em>smoke,</em> but go take a break.&nbsp; This won't take long... you can meet me here or at the checkout.&nbsp; I'll remember my orders, and I promise: no even remotely girly colors or anything.&nbsp; Deal?&nbsp; Remember, you can always use the time to plot things," she added, her smile turning a little shy as her cheeks flushed faintly pink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 19:47:43</strong>
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				Charles froze for a moment, and slowly his look changed to one of appraising. He pulled close to Michelle, slid his hand behind her head, and pulled her gently forward into a soft kiss. <br><br>"You're wonderful, you know that? I'll meet you up front or back here... either way. Take your time."<br><br>Charles waisted no time in departing though, and an unlit cigarette was dangling from the corner of his mouth before he even walked out of the isle. His lighter was in his other hand, and he walked quickly toward the entrance, and then outside. Before he even made it ten feet away from the door, his smoke was lit, and he stepped into the shade to sit on one of the durable but hard concrete seats. It felt wonderful to get off of his feet though. He smoked and watched the crowd, and for some reason, he had trouble taking the smile off of his face. The girls looked somehow shabbier then normal, and the guys seemed somehow wimpier too. <br><br>He smoked and thought round and round about this day and last. He thought about all of the mind-blowingly amazing sex that they'd had, and the fact that they still could not keep their hands off of each other. Everytime they were together, it seemed to rev their engines back up, like he was a dog, and she was the teasing cat that he had to chase. But it also seemed weird not to have her by his side right now. This was the furthest apart they'd been in nearly a full twenty four hours. It was also like they were a pair of magnets. He was very happy. And very content too. <br><br>The dark thoughts, the doubt, kept trying to intrude... and they just couldn't find a purchase. Everytime they intruded, he'd think of something else she'd said, or something else they'd done, and he'd smile or laugh again. He kind of felt like maybe he had been a bit of a jerk back in the store, but he knew it was just the nicotine withdrawls making him antsy. He'd half to let her know... and apologize. Sometimes he could be rough around the edges, abrasive, and not even realize it - and it wasn't always from the needing a cigarette either. He wished for the millionth time that he'd never started smoking. He should have known better with the long history of addiction that his family had, but kids are dumb, and he was just a kid, probably fifteen, when he started smoking.<br><br>Porn shop... he mused as he smoked the slow burning cig. Well, he wouldn't want to bring her into a typical porn shop. But that Hustler store was just up and around the corner. He'd mentioned it before. Maybe some lingerie, maybe not. He knew that they had a wide assortment of toys to choose from. He wasn't sure about rope and stuff, but there were worse places to start from. The afternoon breeze was just a touch chilly coming in off of the bay, and the smell of the sea was strong. Fifty miles inland, it would be sweltering, but San Diego's temperature was strongly tempered by the cold Pacific it bordered. <br><br>Finally finishing with the slow burning American Spirit cigarette, he nonchalantly flicked the butt away, to watch it spin and flare all crazy like in to a storm drain. He winced then, remembering that those drains went straight into the bay. <em>Damnit</em>, he thought, <em>gotta watch that. Crap, there was an ashtray right here too.</em><br><br>The pangs of guilt were short lived though, too mild to really put a damper on his mood. He walked back into the store purposefully, looking for Michelle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 21:23:29</strong>
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				Michelle had been prepared to feel absolutely ridiculous as a woman shopping alone in the men's section.&nbsp; She'd been ready to be afraid to meet anyone's eye for any reason, and to feel completely out of her depth, finally ending up grabbing something almost at random just so she could get out of there.&nbsp; But as it happened, she had fun, looking over the merchandise and coming very close to forgetting that she wasn't the only person in the store.&nbsp; If anyone stared at her, she didn't notice.&nbsp; The only odd part was that she kept finding herself turning and expecting Charles to be next to her, where he'd been for so long now.&nbsp; Except it wasn't all that long, just two days, and it was a little unsettling to realize how used to him she'd gotten in that time.&nbsp; Wasn't that a bad thing?<br><br>That question was the only thing bothering her, and even so she didn't dwell on it.&nbsp; It took her a few minutes to catch on to the details of the available styles, but she soon found things she liked, that she hoped Charles would like as much; and she shivered a little as she thought of them modelling things for each other.&nbsp; Now that would be <em>fun</em>, she thought, and wondered guiltily if she still smelled of sex.&nbsp; She really couldn't tell anymore.<br><br>It was easy enough to find an ordinary pack that met his standards, but then she took another few minutes to look for something a little different.&nbsp; She finally found some at least close to the same style, only made from silky material instead of cotton, and she instantly wanted to see him in those.&nbsp; Four pairs quickly found their way into the basket, before guilt overtook her and she put one back, then another.&nbsp; They were more expensive, and she didn't want to go too crazy with his money.&nbsp; Three days ago she would never have imagined herself thinking that, but now it seemed quite natural.<br><br>When Charles came back into the store, she was just getting into the checkout line, and she caught sight of him right away.&nbsp; Her whole face lit up, though she fought against an out and out grin, still trying to preserve some sense of decorum -- even though the ten minutes apart was making her want to welcome him back by leaping at him and hauling him into some dark corner.&nbsp; That reminded her of being in his car in the parking ramp, and it wasn't only her face that grew warm at the memory.<br><br>She met him halfway, taking his arm and guiding him into the line with her.&nbsp; "Perfect timing," she said, much more pleased than she really should have been; but today everything was better than she would ever have expected.&nbsp; "And you look pleased with yourself.&nbsp; Did you come up with another way we can annoy your neighbors?"&nbsp; She spoke quietly, pressed up against him a little more than necessary, even the lingering smell of smoke on him not nearly enough to bother her in the slightest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 19:08:06</strong>
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				His heart suddenly soared when he walked in, and found her near the check stands. It would only be a matter of a few more minutes if he had had to walk all the way back to the men's section, but he felt relieved that he wouldn't have to wait that long to see her again. He had to force himself to walk up to her, instead of rushing like a love sick teenager. Once to her, he hugged and kissed her, and smiled. <br><br>"Nah... I really didn't think about the neighbors much. I had... other things on my mind," he said, absently moving a strand of her hair back in place, from where it had gotten trapped in the corner of her mouth. He realized that by his action, he was strongly implying that he was thinking about <em>her</em> when he was gone, but that was an easy enough thing to hint at.<br><br>As understanding took in her eyes and she started to smile, Charles told her in a low voice, "I like making you smile."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 21:55:01</strong>
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				"Luckily you're very good at it," Michelle murmured, suddenly feeling shy as well as much too happy.&nbsp; There was something about the simple gesture of brushing back her hair that felt so natural and right, that she wondered how she'd ever gotten along before this.&nbsp; She just hadn't known what she was missing, she supposed, and now that she did, she never wanted to go back to living without it.&nbsp; When you could feel like this just looking at someone, just being next to him and seeing him happy, everything else suddenly seemed kind of ridiculous.<br><br>"I think I found some nice stuff for you.&nbsp; We can have a little fashion show."&nbsp; She bit her lip, still smiling, and now blushing faintly.&nbsp; "Did you still want to buy some toys?"&nbsp; Too late she realized that she might be sounding greedy, but the fact was she only wanted whatever he wanted, and what was important was the pleasure they could give each other, not the price tag.&nbsp; "You know, as long as we're not worrying about the neighbors...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 23:25:27</strong>
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				"Sure... That Hustler store is only a couple of blocks from here. It's beautiful outside. I think we outta walk over. 'Sides, that way, you don't have to see that evil parking attendant, or at least not yet." He blushed for a moment, remembering that he had actually gone out of his way to show her off to the man. He wanted the attendant to actually <em>see</em> that Charles had his cock buried in Michelle's ass... He felt a little guilty now. Not that he'd done it, but that he'd concealed it. He had to tell her. It was probably <em>stupid</em> to tell her, but something just said that he had to 'fess up to her. But he couldn't tell her right now. Not with so many people around to overhear.<br><br>Naturally, he stood in line with Michelle, and then started to unload the clothes at the check stand. A mousy young brunette woman that was almost attractive if it weren't for her bulging eyes, smiled and started to ring them up. She seemed to notice the interesting nature of their purchases, almost exclusively sexy underwear, and the corsett of course. She smiled slightly, but didn't say anything. There was a sense that she was slightly embarrassed by the purchase, but also somewhat envious of Michelle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 00:17:59</strong>
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				"Oh, don't <em>remind</em> me," Michelle said, with a faint, nervous laugh.&nbsp; "I'm still clinging to the hope that he'll be gone by the time we leave."&nbsp; Already flustered from this, she was quick to notice the cashier's embarrassment, and felt both proud and guilty, like she was somehow bragging -- and probably she did still look a little too satisfied, probably.&nbsp; Just the knowledge that both she and Charles were walking around without underwear on was enough to make her pleased with herself, and it was impossible not to think of how much easier that would make things when they finally had the chance to tear each others' clothes off again.<br><br>Then Michelle saw the total on the register, which was just high enough to startle her a little, and she quickly pretended not to have noticed.&nbsp; But she still felt awkward as she waited for Charles to pay, every inch the kept woman, just for a moment, and she wished she could find a way to explain to him that it didn't matter anymore.... except that there wasn't any way to bring it up without making everything impossibly awkward.&nbsp; They'd never talked about it before; they couldn't suddenly start talking about it now.&nbsp; "You'll have to be my guide.&nbsp; I've never been in a store like that before," she said quietly, trying to distract herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 01:34:07</strong>
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				Charles wasn't paying any particular attention to the cash register. Instead, he was paying attention to Michelle. But he was vague aware of the clerk, and so he started to pull his wallet out as she was finishing up. As she asked, almost nervously, whether it would be cash or card, Charles was already reaching for cash. He was a cash and carry sort of guy. He always had been. But he knew that the total might be a bit high, and then he glanced at the total on the register. He tried not to let his eyes widen at the total, and managed not to sputter any obscenities. He pulled out his credit card smoothly, and smiled at the almost pretty girl.<br><br>"Credit," he said dryly, with a slightly sarcastic nuance. "A guy would have to be... weird to carry that kinda cash."<br><br>The woman chuckled nervously, "Yeah. But we get all kinds of weird people in here." She then looked away, as if thinking to herself that perhaps she shouldn't have said that, as it sounded as if she was indirectly saying that buying over five hundred dollars worth of underwear all at once was weird. Well, it was.<br><br>Charles swiped his card, as the girl asked, "Credit or Debit?"<br><br>"Credit."<br><br>"Ok, swipe your card."<br><br>Charles sighed, and swiped his card again, signed the little screen with the attached faux pen, took up the receipt, and went to grab their bags. <br><br>The smiling man with the bleach blond hair standing straight up, smiled warmly at them as they took the bags, and in a voice pitched and lilted in such a way that he sounded like he was probably homosexual, said, "Have a <em>fabulous</em> day... or evening as the case may be."<br><br>As the pair started for the door, the smiling man with the dyed hair took Charles' arm and pulled close. He whispered in a dark, knowing tone full of amusement, "Don't hurt her... too badly."<br><br>Charles tensed in an instant at being grabbed, but it was over as quickly as it began, and the man had let go and was bagging up someone else's purchases. Charles chuckled a little uneasily. On the way toward the door, Charles muttered to Michelle, "I... don't deal to well with being grabbed by strangers like that. Probably a product of my <em>lovely</em> childhood. At least I didn't take a swing at him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 02:08:46</strong>
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				Michelle, busily trying to think of something else to say to keep things moving, so that neither of them dwelt on the punishment that Charles' credit card was taking, was completely thrown by the odd exchange.&nbsp; The man's farewell wasn't exactly discreet, but she wrote that off as just questionable humor, or maybe jealousy, though she wasn't sure which of them that particular man envied more.&nbsp; It was his whispering to Charles that unsettled her, and she turned to frown at the man as they left.&nbsp; Of course he didn't see her, and probably wouldn't have cared if he had, but she felt a little better for having tried.<br><br>"What did he say?&nbsp; Should I take a swing at him?"&nbsp; It was a silly thing to say -- she wasn't a violent person as a rule, and knew perfectly well that she hit like a girl, but backward though it might be, she suddenly felt terribly protective of Charles.&nbsp; Growing up hadn't exactly been a picnic for her, but it sounded as though it had been worse for him... except she didn't dare ask him about it, certainly not now.&nbsp; Men didn't ever seem to want to talk about things like that, and right now she still felt too uneasy to press him on any subject.<br><br>"No, it's probably better to forget about him, right?&nbsp; We'll go have fun and think of how jealous everyone else would be if they knew."&nbsp; She squeezed his arm, smiling rather determinedly now, but she wasn't about to let any random weirdo spoil things now.&nbsp; There was already enough that could go wrong, and she couldn't bear to think of that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 02:38:32</strong>
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				Charles sighed as they get outside. Despite just having had a cigarette, the very act of walking outside from being in a store triggered his hands to seek out his pack and lighter. At first he decided not to, but it'll be a long enough walk to smoke one, and they're likely to be inside at the Hustler store long enough for him to be craving by the time they finished. An extra smoke first would help keep the crankiness away, so with an inward mutter regarding the price of the crappy genes that make addicts, he lit up another smoke.<br><br>"Oh... I think the guy was trying to be funny. He's probably just a bit... off. Or maybe I am, and someone else would have died laughing." Charles shrugged. "No harm, no foul, right? He just said, 'don't hurt her... well, not much'. I think he's guessing that we're going to go back home, and have some mad monkey sex. And maybe we will. Or maybe we'll have some nice, sweet, cuddly sex. If I were up to it, I'd propose the first followed by the second, but the way I've been overusing that thing, it's bound to run out of steam sooner or later. If we're lucky, I might be able to finish one more time today. Anything more then that, and I'm calling it a small miracle. Granted they <em>do</em> happen sometimes, but it's nothing to count on."<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Later, on the walk over, Charles and Michelle had made it entirely out of the crowds. There were other people around, but none that would stay consistently within earshot. Charles said, low pitched so it wouldn't carry far, "Uh... Michelle. I've got a confession to make. You're probably gonna be really, really mad at me to."<br><br>He stammered off, and looked at her, hoping that she wouldn't in fact be mad. He suddenly wished that he hadn't said anything. Normally, he was almost too good about saying whatever was on his mind, but he felt himself clam up on the inside too. But now that he'd said something, it shouldn't take too much prodding for him to spill the beans about what he did back at the parking garage.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 17:12:40</strong>
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				Michelle sighed, rolling her gaze skyward.&nbsp; "Wonderful.&nbsp; Are we that obvious?&nbsp; We must be.&nbsp; The Hustler people will be all over us to buy things.&nbsp; But yeah, I think we've definitely reached the point where we should start conserving our energy.&nbsp; We'll have fun whatever happens, though... or doesn't happen, I guess I should say."&nbsp; She grinned teasingly, finding that she really didn't care if they managed full-on sex again or not.&nbsp; Just playing with him and their new toys would be more than enough.<br><br>She sighed inwardly as Charles lit up again so soon -- maybe it was edginess after that strange encounter, or maybe just the result of lots and lots of wild sex, but she began to ponder ways to encourage him, very gently, to cut back.&nbsp; She didn't much like the smell, and he was going to get a smoker's cough or worse, especially at this rate.&nbsp; Being seen as an interfering woman wouldn't help, though, so anything she did would probably have to be pretty sneaky at this stage of the relationship.&nbsp; For once, it didn't even surprise her to think of this as a real relationship, however strangely it had gotten started.<br><br>Aside from a few comments on the stores and scenery, this was mainly all Michelle thought of on the walk, though she still was very glad to have him next to her.&nbsp; That was something she'd never forget, she though, and smiled to herself.&nbsp; But his sudden confession mode got her full attention.&nbsp; She hid it well from long practice, but she felt a shiver of panic, afraid that what he said next would be the end of everything, one way or another.&nbsp; "Why do men always stop right after they say things like that?" she said, fighting to keep her tone light.&nbsp; "That just gives us the chance to imagine the worst.&nbsp; You'd better tell me the whole story now.&nbsp; I promise I won't take a swing at you, at least."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 21:02:06</strong>
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				Charles paused, and blinked a couple of times in surprise and confusion. "Uh... we do? And that's bad? Huh... sorry. Men, Mars, Venus, penis... Uh, wait, that's not right. But you get what I mean... Anyhow..."<br><br>Charles sighed and took a deep breath. Then he slowly released it through pursed lips, freezing up as he felt her eyes on him. He was tempted to just blurt out, <em>Forget it!</em> Instead, he cleared his voice, and took another deep breath to try again.<br><br>"Uh... remember back at the parking garage? Well, uh... I did something bad. That, uh, guy that saw us? Well, I noticed him before I said anything. I uh... spread you out on purpose. For some reason, I wanted him to see. You know... that I was <em>in</em> you," he cleared his voice again, "back there...<br><br>"Sorry. I dunno, I guess I was showing you off or something. Sorta, look what I got, you can't have none... but I shoulda said something before I did that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 21:52:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, that's usually bad," Michelle said, patiently, smiling slightly.&nbsp; Then she stayed very quiet, waiting as calmly as she could, even though every second of delay made her more convinced that this was some awful variation on the usual, "it's been fun, but I never want to see you again" speech, with a hefty dose of, "it's not you, it's me" on the side.<br><br>Then he finally stammered out his story, and she understood why he'd predicted she'd be really mad.&nbsp; In fact, for a split second she seriously considered taking a swing at him -- not to hurt, but to express her displeasure most effectively.&nbsp; She didn't look at him, staring at the ground in front of her for several moments as she considered the magnitude of the offense as rationally as she could -- which, she freely admitted, wasn't very rationally at all at the moment.<br><br>Finally she realized her jaw was clenched painfully, and forced herself to relax.&nbsp; What did this mean?&nbsp; That he really did only look at her as a nice piece of ass?&nbsp; Did it even mean <em>anything,</em> except that he had the usual male desire to show off whatever he had that he thought was better than what some other guy had?&nbsp; Maybe that was all there was to it, since he'd told her about it when he didn't have to.&nbsp; She'd never have known.&nbsp; He had to get <em>some</em> points for admitting this.<br><br>But the embarrassment was still very fresh, made worse by the imminent possibility of seeing their watcher again soon, and at first that colored everything else she was thinking.&nbsp; But slowly, the memory of the pleasure -- reluctant though it had been thanks to being spied on -- resurfaced, and she wasn't sure she could bring herself to be really angry.&nbsp; Obviously it had been a heat of the moment decision, and looking back, she would probably have made him stop if he'd said anything then.&nbsp; Or maybe not, she thought, and blushed.&nbsp; Maybe it wasn't only a guy thing, to want to show off a little when you'd found passion like this.<br><br>"Okay, well, you're right, that was bad," she said, quietly but intensely, mindful of the other pedestrians.&nbsp; "So don't do it again, okay?&nbsp; I mean -- just warn me.&nbsp; I mean -- I realize we were pretty carried away at that point anyway, so I understand not wanting to risk me stopping you -- but, still.&nbsp; Maybe we really do need a rule about not being allowed out in public together.&nbsp; We should just stay inside all day and bother the neighbors."&nbsp; She almost smiled there, in spite of everything, but managed to stop herself, and frowned briefly at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 23:49:36</strong>
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				He nodded thoughtfully at he. "I dunno... maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I guess I was just caught up in the moment. I'm not the type that usually would, oh I dunno, yank a girlfriend's shirt up to show her tits off to the guys or anything like that. I mean, I've known guys like that, and I've always thought they were assholes...<br><br>"I won't do anything like that again, unless you say it's ok first. And it's not likely that sort of thing would come up again anyhow, right? I mean, that's like the first time <em>I've</em> ever been caught doing it. Well, that <em>I</em> know of anyway... I dunno, I kind of had a thought that maybe he was sending us to a spot that he could spy on us. And the idea sorta turned me on. I don't think that I've ever been watched before, and then that guy was there, you know, playing with himself. Normally, that woulda grossed me out I think, but maybe because I suspected that he might be setting us up, or maybe because we were already so far into it when I spotted him. I figured that he'd seen pretty much everything already, and I was just far too gone to stop. Might as well get into the spirit of it, and show him that what I was doing was probably even kinkier then he thought, ya know. Oi... I think I'm blushing. Anyway, again, I'm sorry. I won't do it again... uh, unless, like I said, you say it's ok first. So how mad are you? We don't need to like leave or anything do we?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 00:52:51</strong>
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				Somewhere in the middle of this long and rambling speech, half explanation, half excuse, Michelle suddenly felt like giggling.&nbsp; She was still annoyed, but even so, he seemed like a confused, faintly lost little boy trying to explain why he hadn't been able to resist stealing a cookie, and once she thought of that comparison, she had a hard time not laughing, or at least grinning.&nbsp; She should still be mad at him, would almost certainly have thrown a fit at anyone else, and yet there she was, trying not to laugh.&nbsp; This had really been a crazy weekend.<br><br>"No, we don't need to leave," she said, managing to sound long-suffering.&nbsp; "I need to figure out a way to punish you... except everything I've thought of so far, you'd enjoy too much."&nbsp; She put on her best stern look, but now it was even harder to stay serious.&nbsp; "Or it would punish me, too," she added.&nbsp; "And you are blushing, by the way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 02:41:39</strong>
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				He dropped his head, blushing more, but chuckling at the same time. <br><br>"Well... here we are then," then said low. He stood there, just looking down and blushing for a few seconds, still chuckling, then lifted his head. He put his arm out, to wrap it around Michelle's waist. "Might as well get moving again. I think the store is just around this next corner."<br><br>"Heh... I've never gone into a porn shop without wearing underwear before. I suppose we could duck into a restroom and put some on. Or not. What do you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 14:57:44</strong>
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				She knew she was letting him off the hook way too easily -- if she'd been sticking to her original plan, she'd be half-blackmailing him with this admission right about now -- but in spite of everything, this had still been too great a day to waste the rest of it on being mad or conniving.&nbsp; In fact, she was amazed that she'd ever thought she <em>could</em> be conniving.&nbsp; It really wasn't working at all.<br><br>"Hm, well, <em>I</em> think we should get in there and finish shopping so we can get back to your place.&nbsp; That's where we should play with the underwear -- you know, helping each other put it on and take it off."&nbsp; She grinned, putting an arm around him and giving him a squeeze, steering them towards the store.&nbsp; "We might as well make a big deal out of wearing these things for the first time.&nbsp; Besides, don't you want to try something new?"&nbsp; She looked up at him, shy but radiant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 11:57:50</strong>
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				Charles smiled and chuckled low. "Yeah... strange isn't it how experiences can be so random and patchwork, huh? I've enjoyed some of the most... taboo and kinky anal sex of all my friends, my ex being a total freak that liked having it randomly put in any hole, in any order I wanted... Sometimes I wonder if she was a secret masochist, getting off on the pain - and being submissive... Yet I've never actually bought underwear of any sort for a woman. You'd think the first would be very uncommon and the other, relatively mundane. One wouldn't think that the first would be true while the second isn't. Truth's stranger then fiction it would seem..."<br><br>The words were quiet and introspective. They felt like an admission of a secret that ought to not be spoken of. But they had just quietly made their way out of his mouth, unhurried, a simple truth that he had told almost no one about his sexual habits with his ex. He knew that there was a chance that Michelle would be scared off or grossed out, but maybe he just needed to let her know what kind of stuff he liked? Not that he would force her to do anything that she didn't want to do. Maybe he should tell her that... but wasn't it implicit anyway? He paled a bit in worry and fear as Michelle thought about what he'd said, and processed it. He watched her, nervously waiting her reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 16:15:29</strong>
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				This, Michelle thought, was exactly why so many promising relationships, all over the world, never went anywhere.&nbsp; Was he just talking, comparing experiences as people did early on?&nbsp; Or was this a hint of the kind of woman he was looking for?&nbsp; Of course, his ex was an ex for a reason, and maybe her sexual habits had something to do with that.&nbsp; Maybe these were hints of what he <em>didn't</em> like.&nbsp; He looked nervous, too.&nbsp; Was he hoping she'd agree, or hoping she'd say she just wasn't that freaky herself?&nbsp; Except she <em>had</em> been pretty freaky with him already, and had liked all of it so far.<br><br>She sighed inwardly and braced herself.&nbsp; "Well, I've never bought underwear for a guy, either," she said, starting small.&nbsp; "I think that's just how it always is, though.&nbsp; Unless you're sitting there with a copy of that purity checklist thing, working your way down, no one ever seems to cover all the ordinary things before they hit some of the weirder stuff.&nbsp; You, um, well, you already know pretty much all the weirdest stuff I've done, because you were there," she admitted, feeling her face grow hot.&nbsp; "But... it was all okay.&nbsp; Better than okay.&nbsp; You -- you didn't make me."<br><br>She glanced at him nervously, sure she'd managed to say exactly the wrong thing.&nbsp; Only now, he looked as though he might, just possibly, be relieved, and she felt herself relax just a fraction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 18:30:40</strong>
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				Charles had to force himself not to sigh in relief. She didn't sound thrilled at the prospect of some of what he had said that he had done, but at least she didn't sound disgusted. She also didn't say that she'd <em>do</em> any of it... But hadn't said that she wouldn't either. So what he'd said wasn't a deal breaker at least. But why'd she have to be so damn enigmatic about the rest? Why women did that sort of thing was beyond him. Women were like a riddle wrapped in a mystery. You never could quite figure them out, and when you did, they'd slide sideways on you.<br><br>Maybe... maybe she was worried that he would try to force her to do things that she didn't want to do. Tie her up, and then force her to suck his cock after he'd had it in her ass or something? He inhaled deeply through the nose and then exhaled the same way. The idea and visuals of doing something like that appealed to his dark side immediately. But he wouldn't actually do that... not against her will. Still, it proved once more that he was a kinky bastard.<br><br>He took another breath, and started speaking, intent on reassuring her. "I would never force you to do anything that you didn't want to do. I promise... Remember that safe word? Even if I'm all caught up in the moment, use that if I'm pushing you to do something that you don't want to do, and I'll stop."<br><br><em>Oh God, at least I hope so,</em> he thought to himself. He'd never actually used a safeword before... it had never really occurred to him to use one with his Ex. Of course their S &amp; M activities had been very mild and tame. He'd gone further in that regard with Michelle, then he had with <em>her</em>. He made a quick promise to himself that he'd stick with what he'd just told Michelle though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 19:04:13</strong>
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				If Michelle had realized how equally perplexed Charles was, she might have given up completely on trying to explain any of this, just resigning herself to the fact that men and women, even ones who got along as well as they did, would always have very different ways of looking at things.&nbsp; Especially relationship things.<br><br>But at least he had a good answer.&nbsp; In a way, he had pushed her, but that was different from <em>forcing</em> -- he knew more about bondage, that was all, and if he hadn't urged, she wouldn't have thought of it herself, at least not anytime soon.&nbsp; She'd always thought that sort of thing led to nothing but mindless bullying on one side, and possible injury on the other, and she'd never understood the attraction.&nbsp; Now she knew better.&nbsp; He took this seriously, and he wouldn't really hurt her... even if he did get a little too inclined to be an exhibitionist sometimes.<br><br>"Lilac," she whispered, blushing as she remembered them choosing the word, and her wondering if she'd use it.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; She stretched up to kiss him, softly, hesitating a moment before continuing.&nbsp; "I guess I'm not very good at planning out what to do ahead of time... I mean, if you'd asked me two days ago if I would've liked any of the things we've already done, I would've said no way.&nbsp; But, well, you know how much I liked it... and I can't wait to try more.&nbsp; I trust you."&nbsp; It would have been easy and natural to add that she loved him, and she shivered faintly as she realized how close she'd come to saying just that.&nbsp; But instead she smiled, her arm tightening briefly around him as they walked slowly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 20:29:51</strong>
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				His breath quickened and his chest fluttered at her words. She hadn't said that she wouldn't do any of those things. She'd said that she couldn't wait to try more. She said that she trusted him. He had to fight not to quicken the pace of his feet toward the Hustler store that loomed just ahead. <br><br>Of course, she might have been talking about the bondage instead. It didn't sound like that to him, but maybe that's what she'd been talking about. He hoped that he wasn't dreaming in vain. He couldn't say exactly why having a woman's ass turned him on so much, or why it turned him on even more after having it, to push his cock straight into her pussy or mouth. He knew that it wasn't really sanitary to do, and that all the medical advise said not to do it. But it turned him on, probably more so then anything else. It was taboo, forbidden, and slutty. He'd only ever done it with his Ex, but nothing turned him on more then doing that, and making her <em>like it</em>.<br><br>Maybe Michelle was only talking about the bondage and stuff. He sighed then, an pitched his spent cigarette away in the gutter. If that were the case, he knew that he would be disappointed. But he realized that it wouldn't be a deal breaker for him either. He wanted to be with her, even if she couldn't keep up with his darkest desires. The thought gave him pause, but he realized that it was true. After just the two wild, incredible, and delightful days they'd spent together, he didn't want to be apart from her. He had that silly urge to tell her that he loved her again... damnit, he couldn't say <em>that</em> - he'd scare her to death. But maybe it was true. Maybe it wasn't just a chemical stew in his head. But if it was true, and not some hormonal trick from finally having sex after two long years without, he would just keep it to himself, at least for now.<br><br>Spontaneously, he gave her a big smooch on the cheek, and then quick stepped away from her to the store's door. It was as he had promised her, a big, spacious, and well lite place. It looked more like a department store then a sex store. Big glass windows looked in on the space. Uniformed sales girls that looked like they belonged in a good department store instead of a sex shop helped customers. The ground floor didn't even look like it had anything all that wild. Tons of lingerie, oils, and other items that did not seem shocking at all were displayed just like it might be at a Victoria's Secret. The wonderful smell of the store's coffee shop wafted out of the door, like it would at a Starbucks. He held it open for her. "Ladies first," he said with a grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 20:58:16</strong>
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				Michelle laughed out of sheer surprise at first his impetuous kiss, and then at the way he suddenly tried to pretend he hadn't just done that, stepping away to open the door.&nbsp; He acted just like an overgrown kid at times, and made her want to act the same way, even when she felt silly doing it.&nbsp; She should probably think that this was a bad thing, but somehow that idea never really took hold.<br><br>Stepping inside, she looked around, impressed.&nbsp; "Nice place.&nbsp; And nice manners," she added, gently teasing.&nbsp; She took hold of his hand, a little shyly, but it felt like the right thing to do.&nbsp; "You know, it looks like we've covered all this stuff already... hm, unless we want to try making each other smell like chocolate or strawberries.&nbsp; Or both."&nbsp; Grinning, she held up a bottle of massage oil with a label bearing a picture of a chocolate-coated strawberry and boasting of all-natural ingredients.&nbsp; "But we already get messy enough without adding this stuff into the mix," she added, very quietly.<br><br>"So do they have a beginner's bondage section?&nbsp; A little area full of alternatives to spatulas?"&nbsp; She could hardly believe she had the nerve to tease this way, but it was actually making her feel better.&nbsp; "And just so you know, nothing you can say will make me ask one of these nice ladies to direct us to the whips and chains.&nbsp; I'm just making that clear from the outset," she finished, with her best determined look.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 21:25:21</strong>
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				"Oh, they keep the more interesting stuff upstairs. Well, they do have a small porn section here," he pointed at a slightly raised area with wide isles, classy looking mirrors high up on the walls, and open railing. Someone would have to be mad to try any sexy shenanigans there, where practically everyone on the first floor would see them.<br><br>"Do you want something from the coffee bar? I could go for an ice blended mocha myself. Or shall we wait until we're about to leave?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 21:58:08</strong>
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				"Well, until we start running out of ideas, we won't need any of that anyway, I guess," Michelle said, giggling quietly as she looked over the porn section.&nbsp; It was a little strange to see merchandise like that set up in such a way, but it was definitely reassuring.<br><br>"No, I'm good, but you can get something if you want.&nbsp; If they'll let you wander around with an iced mocha."&nbsp; She shook her head, wonderingly.&nbsp; "I'm not even sure where to start, and I'll bet they've got stuff for sale here that I never knew existed.&nbsp; We should try and find something that's new for both of us," she suggested, the blushed faintly as she wondered how difficult that might be, at least in his case.&nbsp; She couldn't quite bring herself to ask that particular question.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 02:15:44</strong>
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				Charles pulled Michelle along as he went to get something to drink. He pointed out the little reading nook in the corner of the coffee shop, and told her to browse if she wanted too. He had no idea of what they might have over there right at this moment, but the last time he'd seen it, it was full of full, sexy, books. Many of them were of the size and quality fit to leave out as a coffee table book if one were so inclined. The topics and subjects had been pretty wide ranging the last he looked, from ancient Asian pornographic woodcuts, to Betty Page, to contemporary artists publishing books of artistic nudes, to books of tattooed nudes, and beautifully photographed artistic bondage. He had remembered seeing nothing that he would have considered especially pornographic there, but he wouldn't be surprised if some of the books might be venture into that territory.<br><br>He had to wait for several minutes for his drink, but left Michelle to browse by herself, in the vacant little corner. He wanted to see what she might find and want to show him once he had his drink in hand. The coffee shop was relatively slow, and with an afterthought, he bought a small bottled water in addition to the drink. When his order was up, he walked over with his drink that resembled and tasted more like a coffee-chocolate milk shake then anything else. With an extra splash of mocha at Charles' direction, the drink was extra decadent.<br><br>He walked over to Michelle with the drinks in hand. "Whatcha doin...?" he asked, in an amused and drawn out voice, like he imagined might have been heard in Warner Brother's cartoon made back in the fifties or sixties. Maybe it actually was a something out of one of those cartoons, so long ago learned and mimicked, that he no longer remembered the source.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 14:51:11</strong>
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				Michelle wasn't sure about being left to her own devices here, but the books were interesting, and even more literate and artistic than she'd expected.&nbsp; There was nothing cheap-looking here, certainly, and the books did cover a lot of territory.&nbsp; She hadn't realized that there were entire large coffee-table books devoted to the burlesque strip tease artists of the forties and fifties, for instance, and even someone who didn't approve of the subject would have been forced to admire the photography.<br><br>It was this book that she was looking through, musing over whether or not she could manage her own sexy strip tease for Charles, when the man himself appeared at&nbsp; her elbow.&nbsp; She smiled at his question, letting him see the book before her.&nbsp; "I'm pondering the slow removal of clothing," she said, very seriously.&nbsp; "Not right here, though, of course.&nbsp; Mm, that smells good," she added, leaning over for an appreciative sniff of his drink.&nbsp; "Are you properly caffeinated now, for our search?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 11:00:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm... sounds like fun. We can pick up that book if you like it. Not tonight I don't think, but maybe at some point we could go to a strip club if you wanted to see how the professionals do it. Uh, in California, there's your standard type place, where they strip down to a thong and there's drinks. Or there's full nude places, but they're not allowed to serve alcohol... They're usually nicer in terms of the decor and stuff, but the atmosphere of tittybars is better, like a bar. The other places, they're all somber, quiet, and charged... kinda creepy really. And... uh, not all that safe to go in small groups across the border to check out TJ's scene..."<br><br>Charles takes a long first sip of the drink, and moans, almost sexually, at the taste. "Better then Starbucks... Want a sip? It's decavine..." He paused, cocked his head to the side, and repeated with a chuckling mutter, "Decavine...? See what happens when I try to say decadent and divine at the same time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 18:27:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle's eyes went huge.&nbsp; "Oh, I couldn't <em>go</em> to a strip club.&nbsp; I've never been to one.&nbsp; I mean -- would you want me to?&nbsp; How many girls go to those places?"&nbsp; She found herself picturing the sort of creepy intensity Charles had mentioned, and not liking it much at all.&nbsp; In a place like that, she'd spend the entire time clinging to his arm, afraid to look at anyone else.&nbsp; Did he want her to strip, with music and everything?&nbsp; Maybe she could take a class somewhere.&nbsp; There must be such things.<br><br>She was glad of the distraction of the drink.&nbsp; "For a second I thought you were trying to say it was decaffeinated," she said, dryly.&nbsp; "Sure, I'll take a sip.&nbsp; I'm jealous.&nbsp; This stuff makes you moan almost the same way I make you moan."&nbsp; She waggled her eyebrows and put out a hand, stepping closer so she could have a drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 19:16:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved the drink only marginally closer to her, and wrapped an arm around her, to pull her closer to the drink, so she had to bend over a bit to drink from his straw. He suppressed a smile, as her hair cascaded down around the drink, making it look even more sexual. In their little look, probably the only one that could see them was the disinterested barista who was cleaning her counter that was already sparkling clean. <br><br>"Uh... well, I wouldn't force you to go. Strip clubs can be fun though... assuming there's alcohol involved. There's usually a few women customers too... and for some reason, the strippers <em>love</em> to come over to chat and flirt with the women. So I dunno if you'd be cool with that. I mean, it would <em>totally</em> turn me on, and I'd just <em>have</em> to buy you a lap dance or two... or ten... so I could watch you and another girl," he inhaled through his teeth, a lustful noise that accompanied a growing lump in his pants, "But you know how that goes, bad boys likes kinky girls."<br><br>He looked down onto the back of her head, where she was bent to gain access to his drink. Whispering, he said, "Oh yeah... suck it slow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:19:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle gave him a look that clearly said, 'You're weird and I'm just humoring you on this,' as she leaned over the drink.&nbsp; "Flirting is one thing... but I'd <em>have</em> to be drunk to get a lap dance from a girl.&nbsp; Just so you know."&nbsp; She gave him one more bemused glance, then leaned down, playing along a little, sipping some of the mocha through the straw.&nbsp; It was good, smooth and rich, and she deliberately made her sound of appreciation seem like they really were doing something naughty.<br><br>At his whispered remark, she started bobbing her head over the drink, just a little, glad he couldn't see if she was blushing or not, since she probably was.&nbsp; Hoping her guess was right, and they had about as much privacy as possible in this place, she also sent one hand on a quick exploratory mission just below his waist, carefully checking to see if her suspicions were right and he was getting aroused yet again.&nbsp; Not for the first time that day, she wondered if they were setting some sort of record.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 20:44:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmph... <em>Naughty girl</em>," he said in a slightly exaggerated fashion, trying to sound stern but sexy. "doin that <em>in public</em>. I guess I'll just have to take you home and spank you..."<br><br>He took in a deep breath, and let it go slowly. It actually turned him on. Not just the oral pantomime, but the idea of spanking her too. She had such a beautifully perky ass. It just seemed to beg to be smacked. Maybe he'd fuck it again too... or maybe not. Although she <em>had</em> just said that she was up for it where ever he wanted to put it not too long ago, and they had breached the subject of even more risque behavior (although she hadn't actually said that she would do any of it), he had been giving her backside a lot of action these last two days. He wasn't sure that it would be a good idea to do that again. Well, maybe if they picked up some better lube... Not for the first time, he wondered about that silicone stuff. Was it nontoxic? Would it be a problem if some got in one of their mouths?<br><br>"Well, let's head upstairs. That's where they keep the more interesting stuff. The toys, the leather, the fetishy outfits... all that sort of stuff. We'll poke around and see what we can find. I dunno if they sell rope here though? Probably not, but maybe there's someone that knows something about this sort of stuff that can make some recommendations?"<br><br>He started to lead Michelle out of the coffee shop, past the lingerie, and past the DVDs.&nbsp; Near the checkstand, facing the large glass main doors, was a wide stairway leading upstairs. Because of the mirrors and good lighting though, it didn't seem any more ominous of a climb then it would at a good bookstore that had a second story.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:12:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Naughty boy," she whispered right back, "getting all excited like that in a public place.&nbsp; But that just explains why we get along so well."&nbsp; She straightened up slowly and tossed her hair back, following him up the steps.&nbsp; "Just think, you won't have to spank me with a kitchen utensil this time.&nbsp; Unless you like that extra layer of kinky."<br><br>She grinned, looking around with interest.&nbsp; "I wonder how many people ask for help around here," she mused.&nbsp; "I'm thinking most don't have the nerve to say, 'Excuse me, miss -- I'd like to learn how to tie up my girlfriend and have loud, kinky, slightly dangerous sex.&nbsp; Could you recommend some good bondage gear that won't fall apart the first time she struggles?'"&nbsp; She had to clap a hand over her mouth to smother the giggles that almost kept her from finishing the sentence, and now she looked around guiltily, silently willing Charles not to laugh too loudly.&nbsp; Being asked to leave a Hustler store would be too mortifying.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:47:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The upstairs section was just as light and airy as the down stairs section. A huge portion of the central room was devoted to even more movies, along with some magazines. The selection was staggering. Like the section below, all of the shelves were low enough to easily see over, made of wire racks with occasional gaps in them, and the place was decorated high up with mirrors. It didn't feel oppressive like some porn shops do, where you worry that you might be observed, but rather it felt like there shouldn't be any expectation of privacy. Yet, it didn't make one feel open or vulnerable. Charles mused that it was pretty clear that a retail psychologist had been consulted as to how to achieve that perfect effect.<br><br>He wanted to walk over and look at the porn. Specifically, the anal section, and see if they had a section devoted specifically to ass-to-mouth, often referred to as a2m on the web. It was his strongest fixation and fetish... although this whole thing about tying Michelle up and spanking or otherwise hurting her in such a way as to make her like it, <em>really</em> appealed to him as well. It was probably more acceptable by most people too. Charles tried not to reveal his interest in looking at the porn though. For some reason he could never quite fathom, it always made women jealous. He didn't want to do that to Michelle.<br><br>He probably didn't notice how he paused at the top of the stairs, and stared for a few moments at the pink neon sign that said, "Anal" above the section he wanted to look at. He started walking with Michelle on his arm toward the leather section. He could smell the leather. He didn't know what it was that always made fresh leather smell so good. Yet at the same time, his heart seemed to jump and skip a beat at it all. It seemed scary, and intimidating, the masks, whips, floggers, and everything else. A part of him wanted to just turn around and walk away... but another part seemed to whisper of all of the delicious and naughty things he could do to the hot girl on his arm. Had it really only been two days since they'd hooked up? And was she agreeing to this because she wanted it and was turned on by all of this, or was it just a secret game, her doing what she thought she needed to do to get at his coming nest egg?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:48:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not far away from the rich scent of the leathers, Charise was busy putting away a new shipment of vibrators, arranging them from the little fingertip vibes all the way up to the extra-large D-P throbbers with the rabbit ears. &nbsp;She was keeping an eye on the sales floor, and couldn't help noticing the couple looking awkward at the top of the steps. &nbsp;<br><br><em>One of them's a first-timer,</em> she thought with a slight grin. &nbsp;She was used to getting questions from the more - experienced - shoppers, but newcomers were generally too embarrassed to ask.<br><br>She wondered what these two would do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:01:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still fighting back giggles, Michelle trailed along after Charles, letting him steer while she looked around.&nbsp; It was probably still a good idea not to catch anyone's eye, even in a friendly-looking place like this, but otherwise there was plenty to see, though several things were unidentifiable as far as she was concerned, at least at a glance.<br><br>Then she realized where he was leading, and quickly forgot about giggling.&nbsp; It was first, something of a shock to see a neon sign bragging about "anal" and second, a little unnerving to see Charles so focused on getting to the merchandise beneath the sign.&nbsp; It had clearly caught his attention instantly, and she doubted she could have steered him away if she tried.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; A whole section," she said, nervously.&nbsp; She couldn't imagine half of what might be in such a section, she was sure, but she had a feeling she'd learn very quickly, and that they'd walk out with a fair selection besides.&nbsp; Now she stopped looking around, afraid of attracting a salesperson, and just followed along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 22:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles continued to walk forward. He felt Michelle tense on his arm, and nervously say something about having a whole section. "Yeah," he muttered low, "a whole section."<br><br>He did not realize her confusion, or track where her eyes were pointed. The anal section of the DVDs were close to the leather section that he was walking toward. Michelle continued to grow even more tense as they walked forward, and he walked her unwittingly toward a different section then where she thought they were heading. He was nervous enough, and fluttery enough that he just didn't notice that her eyes pointed in a slightly different section then his.<br><br>They finally arrived at the end of the row where the Anal section of DVDs were at... Charles continued walking forward, and passed the isle. Just in front of them lay the section with all of the leather gear. To one side of the leather gear was the "Battery Operated" section. Vibrators of ever possible design, and some that Charles had never even imagined, lay out on display. Some were out of their packaging to be used a display models. A variety of different skin tones, and colors were on display. There was a employee stocking the vibrators.<br><br>A brief moment of panic set in to Charles' mind, but with a swallow, and mentally saying, "Fuck it, we're never going to see this girl again," Charles led Michelle over toward the woman. He still had those lingering questions regarding that silicone lube. <br><br>"Excuse me miss?" Charles started. "I... ummm," he stammered to a mental stand still, but forced himself to start again despite his burning cheeks and pounding heart, "I've got a question... well probably more then one. But, uh, are you familiar with lube? I'm wondering about that silicone stuff... is it nontoxic? And is it recommended for anal, or is something else better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 00:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charise stood up, dusting the wrinkles out of her work slacks and brushing back an errant lock of chestnut hair.<br><br>"Silicone's actually a very safe lube.&nbsp; I wouldn't use it on broken skin, but it's perfectly inert.&nbsp; It's not going to break down latex, and your skin - even internal skin like the mucus membranes - is going to keep it out of your bloodstream.&nbsp; Mind you, I wouldn't go <em>drinking</em> it - even the flavored ones."&nbsp; Her green eyes twinkled as she looked up at Charles - she was still a bit shorter than him.&nbsp; Then she looked over at Michelle.&nbsp; "You mentioned anal - who's pitching and who's catching?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 00:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was like watching a car accident happen.&nbsp; She couldn't believe her eyes as Charles walked over to the sales clerk, and then couldn't believe her ears as he stammered out his question.&nbsp; The relief of being led past the neon sign -- which turned out to mark a section of DVDs, not toys -- was all gone now, and she looked everywhere except at the clerk as she replied.&nbsp; The problem, of course, was that there was nothing in view that was really safe to look at, only rows and rows of toys, and those didn't help at all.<br><br>At the clerk's question, Michelle wondered, just for a second, if it was actually possible to die of embarrassment.&nbsp; She might be about to find out, because she wasn't sure things could get any worse, at least while she still had her clothes on.&nbsp; "What-- Um.&nbsp; Ah, he -- he's... pitching," she said, barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on a large and oddly shaped vibrator in a faintly alarming shade of bright green.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 12:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But swallowing a little would be ok?" Charles asked, still burning with embarrassment, his heart pounding, but intent on getting a straight answer. "Cause astroglide and K-Y are ok like that. But K-Y's almost useless for anal... dries so fast. Astroglide's ok though. But if the silicone stuff's better..." he swallowed, and glanced away from the cute sales girl with the bright green eyes, for a moment, before meeting her gaze again, "Well... uh, what would you recommend? You know, that's not gonna make us sick if, uh, one of us swallows a little?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 14:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It'll go right through you," Cerise assured him.&nbsp; "Which is exactly why I wouldn't recommend more than the occasional - sample.&nbsp; We've got a few types of silicone lube," she added as she moved towards the endcap on the vibrator aisle, where a rack of bottles was on display.&nbsp; "What you're really looking for in an anal lube is something that feels thick and slippery.&nbsp; Believe me, when it comes to that sort of thing, there's no such thing as too much lube."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 15:45:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh, huh," Michelle said, agreeing with nothing in particular.&nbsp; Her imagination was stuck in overdrive, imagining the circumstances where the stuff might be swallowed, and none of them were things she really wanted to think about with a stranger around, let alone discuss them with that stranger.&nbsp; But this was the woman's job, after all, and she was only being helpful.&nbsp; Best to get the right stuff so Michelle would be less sore, especially if he was going to take her there again when they got home.&nbsp; Had she really said he could put it anywhere?&nbsp; She sighed inwardly, realizing she'd have to start being careful of what she promised.<br><br>She was staring at a sort of chair in the next aisle now, a low chair with restraints built into it, and blinked, tearing her gaze away, though she still wondered how much something like that cost, and how much fun it really was...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 22:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles caught that, <em>believe me</em> in the middle of her statement... Most people didn't use that expression unless they were speaking from personal experience. Another hot girl, that liked it up the ass? He might just be reading too much into her words, just a simple expression, but his eyes twinkled all the same and he couldn't help but feel aroused by the idea. He wondered whether the girl had a man at home that liked to do that to her, or whether she preferred the company of the one of the many varieties of toys that were right at hand.<br><br>Charles nodded, and said, "Ok, sold. We'll take some..." he noticed the price on one of the larger bottles, and saw that it was <em>a lot</em> higher then he expected. <br><br>"A small bottle to try it out," he said. He wondered if she made a commission on what she helped sell... Charles stared at her nametag for a moment, hoping that Michelle didn't get jealous at what seemed to be him staring at the girl's cleavage, before continuing. "Whatever variety you think is best Cherise," he said, briefly looking into the girl's gorgeous green eyes before forcefully tearing his eyes away. He moved to look at Michelle with deep affection, and kissed her scarlet colored cheek softly. With the barest glace at the green eyed girl, he told her referring to Michelle, "Her ass is in your hands."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 23:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Flustered as she was, for once Michelle didn't notice the price tag in question, only barely knew what they were discussing, in fact; but somehow, in spite of all the distractions and her own uneasiness, she managed to notice Charles' eyes wandering over the other girl.&nbsp; In fact, he stared her right in the cleavage, a maneuver she'd seen often enough before, and telling herself he was only looking at the girl's nametag was about as convincing in her own head as when the guys used it as an excuse.&nbsp; Michelle felt suddenly neither pretty nor adventurous enough.<br><br>In this frame of mind, it came as something of a shock to see the expression on Charles' face as he then looked at her.&nbsp; However much ogling he'd been doing a moment ago, <em>that</em> was clearly a look of appreciation and affection, definitely with a little lust thrown in, maybe even a little-- But she stopped herself before that thought quite formed.&nbsp; She was going to jinx things, thinking that way.<br><br>Then Charles made his last comment, and after a beat, when she realized what he was saying, she turned and gave him a look that was astonished, annoyed, and lost all at once.&nbsp; She started to say something, realized there was nothing she could think of that wouldn't make the situation worse, and finally resorted to half-burying her face against his shoulder until she could manage some sort of composure again.&nbsp; "I'm going to remember you said that," she whispered, more to herself than to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 00:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled her close, and cupped a buttcheek. With a mischievous smirk, he winked at the sales girl, trying to convey that she should play along with the idea that Michelle's fate was hers to decide. With an afterthought, he hoped that the other girl caught his meaning, and didn't think that he was flirting with her. Ok, actually, having both of them at the same time <em>would be</em> incredibly hot, but Charles knew that would never happen in a million years.<br><br>"Hmm... what to look at next? Dildos and buttplugs, or bondage gear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 03:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, we like to keep our customers happy," Charise said with a smile that was maybe a little warmer than necessary.&nbsp; She got a fairly thick-formula 'trial size' and handed it to them.&nbsp; "Now, I'm guessing you're just starting out with this - you might want to look at some of the anal trainers - but if you decide you're really into it, this other stuff is about the same consistency and a better deal per ounce.&nbsp; Of course, there's no sense in getting a big bottle of something you wouldn't actually use, so this will be a good starter bottle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 05:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle still didn't like the looks being exchanged -- at least the looks that she wasn't involved in -- but at least this time it was easier to convince herself that she was overreacting.&nbsp; Considering the day she'd had so far, a little overreacting was only to be expected, and she was literally surrounded with sex toys.&nbsp; If everyone seemed to her to be planning on falling into bed with someone, that was hardly a surprise, either.<br><br>"Trainers?" she echoed, wondering if she sounded as lost as she felt.&nbsp; "I didn't know this could get so complicated."&nbsp; She smiled wryly, sticking close to Charles, partly out of sheer self-defense, and partly in the hopes that she could elbow him in the ribs next time he started offering any part of her up to someone else's mercies.&nbsp; "But we already know <em>one</em> of us is really into it, anyway," she added quietly, trying to join in the teasing, raising an eyebrow as she gave Charles a meaningful glance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 05:09:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charise moved a few feet down the aisle to a three-piece trainer set, ranging from a narrow plug a little over a finger-width in size to one that was as wide as one of the modest-sized dildos.&nbsp; She held it out to Michelle.&nbsp; "They help you get used to having something tucked up in there.&nbsp; The flare keeps it in place, and the wide base keeps it from getting pulled too far in.&nbsp; That's not a fun experience either."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 16:03:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Charise's words of, "That's not a fun experience either," Charles <em>knew</em> that she was experienced. He flashed her a quick, knowing glance.<br><br>Low, he said to Michelle, "Well, you seem to like it so far. If you're not ready for toys dedicated specifically for you back there though, I understand. But I think you would like it... Tied to the bed, knowing that I'm going to take you back there, but not when. Plug up inside. I play with the toy a little, to keep you stimulated back there... while I lick and explore your folds... will I make you come now, or make you wait until I'm inside the back entrance? <br><br>"What do you say? Should we get some toys for your back, or move on to something else?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 16:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again all the glancing annoyed her -- Michelle blamed it on her hormones, which had been raging one way or another basically for thirty-six straight hours now -- but Charles' low, steady words quickly caught all her attention.&nbsp; The tone of his voice alone was enough to send a shiver through her, and what he was saying had an even more magical effect.&nbsp; Suddenly her blood wasn't only rushing to her face, and her eyes flickered down.&nbsp; She instantly caught sight of the faint swelling in his jeans, now very practiced at spotting his growing erections, and found herself wanting to agree to any suggestion he might make.<br><br>"Well, we need something better than that candle, at least," she murmured, pressing against his side and wishing she could press against his front instead.&nbsp; She imagined feeling his shaft grow while gently trapped between their bodies, and bit her lip, afraid she might actually moan aloud if she wasn't careful.&nbsp; "We should get something, and that might be good," she added, nodding at the offered set.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 17:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles slid his hand seductively down Michelle's side, carefully avoiding her breast, and brought his hand to rest on her upper thigh, next her sex. "Charise... what would you recommend for her clitoris? I'm thinking maybe something she can wear. Something with an adjustable setting that can throb or purr between her legs while I'm otherwise engaged... or engaged only in watching her, bound, at my mercy, but I'm just watching, and tormenting her with it, until she's just begging for release? Got anything like that? Maybe with a remote control?"<br><br>Charles glanced longingly at Michelle's nipples to see if they were hardening yet. The fear was largely dissipating in him. He supposed that it was just the fear of being judged... but there seemed to be little of that here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 17:14:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We've got a few butterfly vibes," Charise said, brightening.&nbsp; She led the way to a few bright pink vibrators - some with actual butterfly designs on them.&nbsp; "These have straps that go round your legs like a pair of crotchless panties, and hold the vibe like this."&nbsp; She took the package down and held it up in front of Michelle's waist.&nbsp; "Most of them have a cord, but we have one wireless.&nbsp; We also have some nice wireless insertables.&nbsp; You can even wear them under clothes without anyone noticing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 17:29:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle wasn't sure which was more surprising -- the fact that Charles asked for these things in such a calm, practical way, or that Charise knew exactly what he meant and led them to a selection of such things.&nbsp; The caress of his hand had left a path of shivering skin behind it, even through her clothes, even not touching her anywhere especially private, and she did her best to pretend not to notice her hardening nipples.<br><br>Her eyes were wide as she looked at the gadget Charise was offering.&nbsp; It looked faintly silly, Michelle thought, but she couldn't possibly look anyone in the eye right now, not even Charles, so staring at the butterfly vibe was the safest thing.&nbsp; It conjured images of herself bound and maybe even gagged, writhing helplessly as the little vibrator pressed against her sex, and Charles watching, waiting for the perfect moment to thrust into her hard...<br><br>Her first attempt to speak, hoping to chase these images away before they completely took over, sounded more like a ragged gasp.&nbsp; "Uh, but do people hear them when they're on?&nbsp; It seems like they'd be loud."&nbsp; Her own voice was barely audible, though she was strangely proud of herself for managing to form sentences.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 17:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The internals are going to sound louder to you, because they're actually in contact with you," Charise replied.&nbsp; Now, if you're in a really quiet place, there will be more of a chance that someone could hear it a few feet away, In a noisier place, like a mall, or a subway, they're actually <em>less</em> likely to hear the buzz.&nbsp; I wouldn't use a butterfly in public, because the only thing that would mute it would be your clothing, so unless you're in Fargo in dead winter - " She shook her head.&nbsp; "A lot more obvious."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 18:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... good idea about the insertables... I hadn't thought about that" he complemented Charise.<br><br>Charles then looked at Michelle, "That way I can keep both hands on the wheel when I drive. Hmm... I could even ask you to have one inside you at work... give you a little buzz now and then to let you know I'm thinking about you... I definitely want a butterfly... What do you think Michelle, a wireless insertable too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 18:49:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"At <em>work</em>?&nbsp; You'll get me fired," Michelle said, torn between giggling and scolding.&nbsp; She had to admit, the idea of a secret like that was incredible, and she couldn't wait to try it, but she still felt obligated to tone down her enthusiasm.&nbsp; At least in front of Charise.&nbsp; "You have to get the quiet kind if you're going to do <em>that</em>."<br><br>It occurred to her that this trip was going to be even more expensive than the last, which had been quite bad enough, but she told herself she was only going along with his ideas, mostly.&nbsp; And considering the rush that just talking about these things was giving her, and the fact that Charles was almost certainly equally worked up, it was no surprise they weren't thinking about money.&nbsp; Shyly, she stretched up and whispered in his ear.&nbsp; "That's cruel, you know, keeping me constantly horny when we're at work and we can't touch each other."&nbsp; Now she didn't sound scolding at all, her excitement showing through.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He whispered back, "That's why good girls like bad boys. You like that anticipation, that feeling of not being in control, that he might just do anything, and worse yet, <em>make you like it</em>." <br><br>Charles' voice slipped out from being just a whisper, to being a low audible tone, husky and deep in her ear. "Have I made you do anything you didn't like yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle squirmed against him, unable to stop herself.&nbsp; The tickle of his breath and his low, murmured words sent warm, tingling shivers all through her, and she couldn't help but wriggle, though she did her best to be discreet about it.&nbsp; Her jeans were rubbing against her sex in a perfectly maddening way, which was probably a lot like the kinds of delicious torments Charles would end up inflicting on her.<br><br>"I'd say yes," she began, in an equally low voice, "but I have a feeling you know when I'm telling that big a lie."&nbsp; She smiled wryly, then remembered Charise, waiting patiently, and blushed again, though really she'd probably never gotten back to her normal color since they'd entered the store.&nbsp; "Sorry," she said, briefly but sincerely, dropping down from tiptoe but still staying right next to Charles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 04:08:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles turned to look at Charise. "Ok, well we'll take all of it so far. The lube, the plugs, that butterfly with the remote... and I guess that quiet insertable too. So that just leaves us with the bondage stuff left. We're, uh... well, we're both knew to that. But we like it. So, I'm wondering what the best kind of rope to get would be? You know, if you have that sort of thing here. I'd rather not have to stop at Home Depot on the way home. Are there any DVD's or books for beginners? You know, I think I have the general gist of it ok, and I can read up on the internet, but I don't want to be in that position where we did something totally stupid and bad because we're newbies and didn't know better."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 04:59:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you thinking of standard bondage, or the Japanese shibari style?" Charise asked.&nbsp; "Because if you're just tying - you know, hands to bed posts, wrists to ankles, that sort of thing - you can make do with the really soft cotton, or even poly."&nbsp; She was walking towards a set of shelves that would have looked perfectly at home in a Borders or Barnes and Noble - except for the topics covered.&nbsp; There was an entire section devoted to various types of bondage.&nbsp; She picked up a black and white photo-book that showed intricate lacings of cord around torsos, breasts, even one configuration that pressed a cubic knot against a woman's clitoris as the ropes made a thong that dove between her legs and up to a suspension rig, connecting to a net-like assembly around the rest of her body.<br><br>"If you're doing the more artistic stuff, like this, you actually need something more like jute so it doesn't slip the wrong way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 20:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle's first reaction was to disavow any interest in knots that required diagrams to tie, and possibly to untie as well.&nbsp; Still, she had to admit that they were artistic, even if most of them looked like they'd leave rope burn in some extremely awkward places, and one or two arrangements looked like they'd cause serious injury if the bound person was left too long.<br><br>"Oh, I -- I think we'll have to work up to the photogenic stuff," she said, biting back a nervous giggle.&nbsp; "I guess we'll need-- something sort of beginner to intermediate to start.&nbsp; Right?"&nbsp; She looked up at Charles, wondering if perhaps he had more skill with knots than he'd let on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 22:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, we have a good selection of ropes, cuffs, and D-rings over on the other side of the leather goods.&nbsp; A few of the cuffs and hoods are sort of part of both sections, of course," Charise said with a grin.&nbsp; "You also might look at some of these beginner books - they let you know how to do things like tying a panic-cord in, making sure that your knots are safe and don't get <em>too</em> tight, those sorts of useful things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 20:52:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles was quiet, with a look of almost stunned disbelief on his face. He was looking through one of the Japanese bondage books. Some of the pictures and knot patterns were beautiful beyond description, some of them seemed cruel beyond anything that he would ever consider doing (but then he realized that he might feel differently about that in a year or two... was he really thinking of where they might be in a year or two? Scary...), and it all seemed far more complicated and difficult then he had imagined. He quietly put the book down in his basket.<br><br>He picked up one of the beginner books that Charise pointed out, and flipped through it. It seemed less exciting then the more advanced one, but it looked more informative. "Yeah, this one looks more our speed. At least for now... But that other one? Pretty pics for the most part. We might never try that stuff, get that advanced, but I think I want to keep it for now... you know, something inspiring that someone better then you has done sort of thing. Like how most guys like car mags that show all the really cool custom jobs that they'll probably never do themselves..."<br><br>He sighed again, and glanced at the little hand basket that he absently grabbed earlier. It was nearly full. "So, leather next I guess? Uh... <em>do</em> you have rope here, or do I have to pick that up elsewhere?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 21:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle smiled nervously to herself, seeing Charles' clear fascination with the knots.&nbsp; She was a little surprised to see him decide to take the book -- it had to be expensive, and they'd already spent a lot.&nbsp; They might never work their way up to such knots, and if they did, it would take months, at least.&nbsp; Did that mean he was planning on sticking around that long?&nbsp; She hoped so, but she wasn't sure if she should let him know that yet.&nbsp; Sometimes there was nothing like showing your interest for chasing a guy away.<br><br>She took the beginner book and flipped through it, seeing that they made it all look quite safe and organized.&nbsp; "It's almost like a Boy Scout book," she teased, smiling shyly as she slipped it back into the basket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 23:54:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charise gave them a friendly smile.&nbsp; "Other side of leather goods.&nbsp; Just past the handcuffs and hoods."&nbsp; She wasn't surprised that they were a bit overwhelmed - the place could be intimidating to newcomers, despite the open, well-lit arrangement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 02:58:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles gave Michelle a slightly uncertain look, but put his arm around her affectionately. "Well, into uncertain territory then... But you seemed to really like that sort of thing last night. Well, both of us really. We sure about this whole tying up and spanking thing?"<br><br>Last night. Oh God, he couldn't believe that it had only been such a short time. Were they crazy? What if it didn't work out? Suddenly, he remembered his original plan. She was just in it for the money, and he was just in it for the kinky sex, to push her as far and as hard as he could. That didn't sound as appealing now as it did then. But if nothing else, instead of acting like a lovestruck puppydog, he should look at the reality of the situation. And the reality is that tying her up, spanking her, pushing her to her limits, that all sounded like a hell of a good time.<br><br><em>Ok, wait for the answer,</em> he told himself, <em>but if she seems hesitant, just push a little... she hasn't said no yet. Didn't even say no when I told her about the anal to oral and anal to vaginal I like. Didn't say yes, but didn't say no... Maybe she's staying uncommitted. Did I say I like it, or just that I'd done it?</em><br><br>He glanced down at the basket. So much stuff in there already. So much money, and so much already spent. Was he mad? But what about it now? If she really was just in it for the money, and he backed out, then she'd just walk. If the whole thing was just some cosmic misunderstanding somehow, and everything was a genuine as it seemed, then backing out now would just put uncomfortable questions in her mind. She'd wonder if he had decided that he didn't like her anymore for some reason... His enthusiasm had caught him on the horns of the bull. He sighed and waited for the answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 17:46:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'm a little nervous," Michelle admitted, "but that's okay.&nbsp; It would be weird if I wasn't nervous.&nbsp; This is all new to me, really."&nbsp; She spoke quietly, still feeling very out of her depth, but relieved and grateful that he was being so thoughtful of her feelings about the idea.<br><br>Then a less thoughtful notion came into her head, and she wondered if it was really Charles who was having the doubts, and he was just trying to save himself the trouble of backing out.&nbsp; She looked at him searchingly now, trying to read his expression.&nbsp; He looked nervous, but that was no surprise from him, either.&nbsp; The question was if he looked trapped, like he was only still going along with this because he couldn't think of a way out.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he only looked like he was waiting uncertainly for her decision.&nbsp; "I'm okay with this if you're okay with it," she added, a little less definitely, but much more hopefully.&nbsp; If he decided this was just too expensive or too intimate or too something, there wasn't a lot she could do to change his mind, and she didn't like that idea one bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok..." he said, quietly. He picked up a set of leather cuffs for both ankles and wrists. They were black, with steel rivets, buckles, and rings on them to attach rope to. "Uh... looks like these come in different sizes. Is it ok if we have her try them on to make sure they fit?" Charles asked Charise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 05:53:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cuffs are fine to try on as is - I have one customer who has to check every pair she buys because her wrists are so tiny.&nbsp; If you're going for any of the other clothing, we require that you have underwear on, of course," Charise replied.&nbsp; She looked thoughtfully at Michelle, then selected another pair of cuffs of a similar design.&nbsp; <br><br>"Give these a try first - going on your general build, I think they'll be a good fit, or at least close."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 21:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I'm just average," Michelle said, doubtfully, looking at her wrists.&nbsp; She'd never thought about their size before.&nbsp; She realized that Charise was holding out a pair of cuffs for her to try, and blushed, but then shrugged and took them.&nbsp; It was a little odd to be doing this in public, but not too bad.<br><br>They fitted nicely around her left wrist, and she nodded, holding her hand out so she could get other opinions.&nbsp; "They seem all right -- there's some leeway, but not a lot."&nbsp; She tugged the closed cuff experimentally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 21:40:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charise took hold of the cuff, keeping it in place with both hands.&nbsp; "Try pulling at it - as hard as you feel comfortable doing it."&nbsp; She glanced over at Charles.&nbsp; "You're looking at simple restraint here, right?&nbsp; Suspension's a whole different set of circumstances."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 11:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh... yeah," Charles sounded a little disappointed when he answered Charise, "I think that putting holes in the ceiling would be a serious violation of my lease. Besides, I don't know that the ceiling would hold her anyway. It's a pretty nice apartment, but I'm sure that the ceiling isn't more then two by fours and plywood. And I think it's better to learn the basics before trying the advanced stuff...<br><br>"Hmm... I guess it's too bad I cut your panties off last night, huh? No trying on the kinkier stuff... well, I guess you could put on one of the pair we just bought if you see anything you really want. I think we cleaned up well enough after getting," Charles glanced at Charise and blushed a little before continuing, "uh, frisky in the parking structure."<br><br>Charles picked up a leather ensconced flogger. It was long, didn't have a lot of weight to it, and seemed a bit springy. "Hmm... I can't really tell the beginner paddles and stuff from the advanced stuff. But this one seems nice." He gave Michelle what felt like a light swat across her butt with it as Charise tugged on the cuffs. "What do you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 14:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle didn't miss that faint note of disappointment in Charles' voice.&nbsp; She was still trying to sort out how she felt about the idea, in case they ever found a way to make that work, when she was shocked to hear him casually mention the fact that he'd literally cut her underwear off.&nbsp; She was further shocked to hear him continue, in almost as matter of fact a tone, and mention their adventures in the parking garage.<br><br>Now her face was red with indignation as well as embarrassment, and she went to elbow him sharply in the ribs.&nbsp; He moved at just the wrong moment, reaching for the leather flogger, and she only caught him at an angle, more a nudge than the poke she was going for.&nbsp; She bit back an angry sound, glaring at him, then flinching at the gentle blow, purely from annoyance.&nbsp; "Fine," she said, returning her attention to the cuffs and helping Charise tug.&nbsp; "He's never allowed to have tequila again, by the way," she said to the other woman, quietly but firmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 19:53:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her angry glare, he could see that he had gone too far, and revealed too many intimate details. He gave her a big hug from behind, and kissed her neck below her ear.<br><br>"Sorry... not trying to embarrass you," he said in a quieter, more intimate tone. He kissed her again, and rested his head on her shoulder. Affectionately, trying to get her attention and get her to smile, he said, with a broad and genuine smile, "Best first date ever..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was still displeased, but much soothed by this quiet, apparently heartfelt apology.&nbsp; She allowed the hug, accepted the kisses, and was preparing to forgive him, with a show of more reluctance than she felt, since she hoped to make sure this sort of thing didn't become a habit with him.&nbsp; That would be awful.<br><br>Then he added those last four words, and she stiffened, her face again turning pink with embarrassed anger as her eyes flew involuntarily to their audience.&nbsp; Charise was probably wishing she hadn't heard this almost as much as Michelle was.<br><br>This time, her elbow struck home, connecting squarely with his ribs, though luckily she'd managed to resist the temptation to put more strength behind it.&nbsp; She was trying to scold, not wound.&nbsp; "I think we need a gag for you," she whispered, fuming silently to herself, and once more quite unable to look anywhere in the vicinity of another person.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charise considered the wisdom of pointing out where the gags were stocked, but it looked like this was getting more personal than most customers would consider 'shared' conversations.&nbsp; With the size of the handcuffs tested, she professionally took her leave.&nbsp; "Anyways, if you have any other questions, don't hesitate to ask..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 04:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles realized his mistake instantly as Michelle stiffened and shot a glance at the sales girl. He blushed in turn too, and backed away a few steps after her elbow connected with his ribs. "Omph..."<br><br>He waited, not saying anything until the sales girl made her retreat, and then apologized, "Sorry. I <em>was</em> trying to make you feel better. Not trying to embarrass you more. I guess I kinda fucked that one up, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 05:11:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, you kinda did," Michelle said, shaking her head.&nbsp; She let out a long, heavy sigh, watching Charise walk away and wondering if they'd just made her personal list of the weirdest customers ever... and in a place like this, that would really be saying something.<br><br>After a moment, she sighed again, lightly this time, and went back over to him.&nbsp; "I'm not arguing with the sentiment, because this has been one wild and wonderful first date," she began, quietly.&nbsp; "But let's just keep some of the details our little secret, okay?&nbsp; Now, if we're going to buy anything else, we'd better pick it out and get out of here before Charise decides to bind and gag both of us in revenge."&nbsp; She looked up at him ruefully.&nbsp; It was tempting to still be annoyed at him, but at this point, it didn't seem like it would do much good.&nbsp; They could have a long talk later... maybe after playing with their new toys, when they were both in amazingly good moods.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 18:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know, I think we've got everything that we wanted... maybe a bit more. I hadn't thought about insertables, and uh, I don't think you'd thought of plugs. We've got rope, cuffs, the boyscout manual of tying girls up, and what did she call that thing, a Venus flytrap or butterfly or something? About the only thing we're missing is a good, standard vibrator... I mean, we don't need it, but it would be nice. Maybe you can bring yours next time... assuming you have one that is. I know that most women have their little helper, but don't want to talk about it. <br><br>"So, unless you can think of anything else, why don't we head toward the register?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 19:56:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hardly thought of any of this," Michelle admitted ruefully.&nbsp; "Some I just never wanted to try before, and some I never even heard of."&nbsp; She blushed at this reference to a little helper, which was true enough in her case.&nbsp; Sometimes it had seemed much more useful than any man, except now she knew that Charles could do an awful lot more for her than any gadget.<br><br>She paused, considering the basket.&nbsp; "Wait, are we still using the spatula?&nbsp; Or have you got something here for that?&nbsp; Otherwise I think we're done.&nbsp; We'd better leave before they ask us to leave, maybe."&nbsp; Again she smiled that rueful smile, feeling ever so slightly ridiculous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:51:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm... spatula. I <em>suppose</em> we could. We could even head over to Spatula City and pick up a special spatula for that..." he smiled a little at his joke, "Or, <em>I guess</em> we could pick up something actually made for the job."<br><br>He picked up the flogger he had before. "I kind of like this one. I'm not sure that I feel safe trying the whips and floggers yet. And as far as a paddle goes, this one's pretty light weight, so shouldn't be too likely to hit you too hard. I don't want to be leaving big nasty bruises on you... hmm... well, not by accident, or your desiring me to anyway. Uh, if you're actually interested in playing that hard, I guess we could work our way up to it. But I'd feel just awful if I hurt you by accident, so I think it's best if we work up slowly and carefully before we try any of this advanced stuff..."<br><br>He glanced over, and saw a bondage mask thing with a big open container attached, and the hose obviously went straight to the wearer's mouth. He couldn't imagine anything less benign then something to use to make someone drink your pee, and not just a little of it, but a whole bladder full. In the same area, he saw some enema bags too. He looked back at Michelle. "And there's some of the advanced stuff I don't think I'd ever want to try either." A shift of his head showed her what he'd seen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 21:13:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Haven't we shocked enough salespeople for one day?" Michelle asked, in a long-suffering tone.&nbsp; She watched him with the flogger, thinking that it looked rather intimidating, even if it was light, but that was probably a big part of its purpose.<br><br>"Um, no nothing too hard," she began, then caught his meaningful nod and followed the gesture with her eyes.&nbsp; "Huh?&nbsp; Oh.&nbsp; Oh, no, not <em>that</em> advanced."&nbsp; She shook her head a little too violently, thankful that he seemed to have no interest in that himself.&nbsp; "We'd better get in some practice with what we have before we decide on anything else, but yeah, some things are right out.&nbsp; So come on, let's go practice."&nbsp; She grinned, thinking hopefully of what the day might still have in store for them, to help her forget some of this embarrassment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 22:13:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He put the flogger into the basket as best as he could, and he took Michelle's arm. "Ok, let's get then..."<br><br>He started walking toward the register. He had noticed that there was a second register up here in addition to the one on the bottom floor. He wasn't sure if they required that people that purchased stuff from the upper floor buy them before going down stairs, since the stuff upstairs was racier. He imagined that it was just a convenience, so one wouldn't have to walk passed all the tame stuff downstairs and the shoppers looking for casual lingerie, while carrying merchandise that many would consider far more embarrassing.<br><br>Charles thought that he would be alright walking to the downstairs registers, but he imagined that Michelle had had as much embarrassment as she could take in one day, especially as he seemed to have a penchant for embarrassing her further. So they walked up to the register up here. A different girl rung them up, to a sum that Charles could scarcely believe, but he just put it on his card again. He hoped that the card company's fraud department didn't call and ask about this trip. That might be a little awkward.<br><br>Charles gave a smile and nod to Charise from across the floor as they walked out. He mouthed the words, "Thank you."<br><br>She really was a pretty girl. Pretty, and naughty if she knew about all of this stuff already. It also seemed that she was already quite experienced too. It made him wish that he could bring her home too, a playmate for both Charles and Michelle... But that was the sort of thing that he and Michelle had never talked about, and it certainly didn't seem like a good time now to bring up the subject. Not that he had ever done anything like that, but like most guys, it was a long standing fantasy. Maybe after he and Michelle got to know each other a bit more, it would be something that he could bring up, and see what she said.<br><br>On the way across the downstairs lobby, with their black bagged merchandise in hand, Charles spied the condom section. There were a few novelty condoms in a separate bin that he liked the look of. Not that he really liked condoms very much, but the pitch black ones looked really cool. He'd seen the same thing in a porn not too long ago, and it really did look cool and fetishy. It gave him an idea of something new that he and Michelle could try.<br><br>His iceblended Mocha was empty, and the two of them had absently drank the water too. He didn't want to tip his hand to Michelle, and their drinkless state gave him the perfect opportunity to get Michelle out of the way for a moment. <br><br>"Hey, I'm getting thirst again. Would you mind getting us another bottled water or two from the coffee bar? I want to have a quick word with the manager. I think that Charise upstairs did a fantastic job with us, and I wanted to pass that on really quick to her supervisor... and I'd rather not embarrass you again if I say the wrong thing. I'll meet you over there in a minute?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 22:22:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was very pleasantly surprised at Charles' sudden thoughtfulness.&nbsp; After seeing the total at the register -- she'd tried not to look, but hadn't been able to resist the urge, nerve-wracking as it was -- she felt guilty again.&nbsp; She'd come within a heartbeat of saying that none of the things mattered, and she would have meant it, except that later she would have regretted not being able to try the things he wanted to try.&nbsp; Be honest, the things they both wanted to try.&nbsp; She was no longer in this just to keep him happy and feeling generous.<br><br>"Deal," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; "Now that's a plan.&nbsp; Thanks."&nbsp; And, smiling, she went over to the bar for another couple of bottles.&nbsp; If nothing else, they'd be handy to have by the bed for when they got thirsty and sweaty during their exertions.&nbsp; They had so many toys to try out, it was going to be just like Christmas.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 23:38:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the counter, Charles bought the little three pack of pitch black condoms. He was relieved to see that they weren't pre-lubricated. He hated the look and feel of the lubrication that most condoms had. Worse yet, was the vile smell of it, a smell that made semi-unpleasant smell of the latex absolutely vile.<br><br>The girl at the counter, another young and pretty girl with striking blue eyes, quietly told him that those were novelty condoms, non-lubricated, and thicker then most... fun for a monogamous couple that didn't mind taking it off to finish, but not recommended otherwise. Charles smiled and told her, "They sound perfect... Thank you. Also, can I speak with your manager?"<br><br>The girl got that slightly wide eyed look, worried that maybe she had done something wrong. When the manager came over, an attractive forty something year old woman that had somehow managed to maintain a slender and attractive body despite a little more spread to her hips and rump then most women would prefer, Charles told her about the excellent service that Charise had given them upstairs. He practically lavished compliments on her, although she wasn't present to hear them. The middle aged woman smiled warmly, and thanked him for taking the time to let her know, and she would be sure to pass on the compliments to Charise.<br><br>Charles took his leave then, and came over to Michelle. The new purchase he slipped into the bad of goodies they had bought upstairs, hopefully unnoticed by Michelle.<br><br>"Ready?" he asked her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 01:04:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm all yours," Michelle said, then wished she hadn't put it quite like that.&nbsp; "We've got our toys, we're not outcasts in this store, and now we can get out of here and find out what all the fuss is about with this stuff."&nbsp; She took his arm, apparently not having noticed anything amiss.&nbsp; "Now if you can just find a way to get us out of here <em>without</em> facing that parking attendant again, I'll call this a great day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 02:54:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The walk back to the car was fairly uneventful. There were a few interesting looks they got from other pedestrians as they walked with the big black bag marked with The Hustler Store's logo, but no one said anything. The conversation was light, as both of them seemed unwilling to talk about how Charles had embarrassed Michelle in the store. For his part, Charles didn't want to bring it up, hoping that the subject would die, unimportant and forgotten, but he somehow suspected that it would come back to haunt him again later. It was like that with women - they never forgot anything, and so there were always these landmines to watch for that could go off at any point in the future. He wondered if he should just apologize now, but that didn't seem wise, to risk further embarrassment by bringing up the subject in public, where further embarrassment could result. He knew that he wouldn't want to bring it up in the car if he could help it. San Diego's traffic was hard enough to navigate without a distraction like that... And if Michelle was feeling anywhere nearly as horny as he was after the shopping trip, then it would probably have to wait until later tonight, or another day altogether, since it seemed more and more likely that they would ravish each other like beasts once they got back to his place.<br><br>They slipped into the parking structure without having to see any of the attendants. Charles didn't care much on his part, but he was worried that Michelle might just die of embarrassment if they saw that parking attendant that had watched and masturbated while they had sex in the car. Charles was a little surprised that she was so embarrassed by the whole thing, especially when he fessed up and told her that spread her out to show her off when he first saw the man. He'd been with other women that were far more likely to be turned on by something like that then be embarrassed, but obviously everyone's different, and just because some women would like something, it obviously didn't mean that all women would like it.<br><br>In the car and settled, Charles got into the black Hustler bag, and opened up the packaging on the "insertable" vibrator without a word. "I was thinking of trying this out on you... well, <em>in you</em> rather, on the way home... But it's up to you. If you want to give that a try, maybe we should wait until we get on the freeway? Although it is pretty dark and private here, if you want to give that a shot."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 03:12:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle was thinking much the same things during the walk back, at least as far as ravishing each other.&nbsp; The only other thing seriously on her mind just then was the odds that they'd be able to get out of there without seeing that parking attendant again, and she found herself watching for him well before they got to the parking structure.<br><br>The car still smelled of sex, which was just one more thing making her aroused and a little edgy.&nbsp; His place seemed awfully far away at the moment, and now that she was in the car and felt a little safer, the prospect of what they'd be doing an hour from now filled all her thoughts, making it hard to wait.<br><br>So when he started opening up one of the toys, she was far from objecting, even if part of her still felt like she should object.&nbsp; Nice girls, or even gold diggers, shouldn't like this quite so much, she was sure, but she did just the same.&nbsp; She quickly weighed up the options, then finally held out her hand and said, "Okay, let's try it here.&nbsp; It might cause an accident if someone sees me on the freeway," she added wryly.<br><br>The toy was quite small, really, but then it didn't need to be large.&nbsp; She looked at it for a moment, then caught Charles' eye and grinned, somehow looking both wicked and scared at the same time.&nbsp; "You keep an eye out, okay?&nbsp; No free shows this time."&nbsp; And she unzipped her pants, wriggling a little in search of the best angle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 14:37:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok... no free shows..." Charles looked around, but didn't see anyone moving at the moment. Somehow, this seemed insane. He was sure they'd be caught, even if she hurried. Why it seemed so much more dangerous this time, he couldn't be sure. Certainly he hadn't felt quite this anxious the first time... Maybe it <em>was</em> because they got caught the last time. Well, in a manner of speaking they were caught, but only by the prying eyes of a pervert in a uniform, who even went so far as to play with himself while they did there thing.<br><br>"You, uh, able to get it in ok? Or do you want some of this lube?" he asked her breathlessly, glancing down at her sex for a moment, with the little steel egg poised against her sex, and her neatly trimmed pubes seeming to invite his mouth. It still smelled like sex in here, and here they were about to add to it again.<br><br>He knew that unlike last time, that he would have to wait until they got home and in the house before he could have any sort of relief. He was already hard enough to do it again... it hardly surprised him anymore. She made him feel twenty years younger, like when he was a teen, and it was never far from hard.<br><br>He caught a shadow moving on the level above, and saw a woman at a distance. All he could tell is that she appeared to be tall and thin, moving quickly toward them, as if in a hurry to get to her car.<br><br>"Hurry... someone's coming," he whispered to her. A few moments later, he heard the distinctive click-click-click-click of a woman in high heals walking quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 15:50:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I've got it," Michelle said, equally breathlessly.&nbsp; She'd nearly said, quite truthfully, that she was dripping wet and any lube would just be silly, but if it was possible to be too enthusiastic, she was probably very nearly at that point.&nbsp; Her hips lifted a little, her hand pushed the little device forward, and it slid in smoothly.&nbsp; It felt cool against her heat, the chill of the metal alone enough to make her gasp.<br><br>She looked over at him, just in time to catch his eyes lingering on her sex, and felt another rush of need.&nbsp; His place <em>was</em> too far away, but that couldn't be helped.&nbsp; No more actual car sex this time.&nbsp; They just couldn't, however tempting.<br><br>Then he glanced up and whispered his warning, and she got back to business, quickly wriggling her pants back up and zipping them closed.&nbsp; "You do want me to jump on you like a maniac as soon as the door's shut behind us, right?&nbsp; Because I think that's exactly what will happen even if you don't turn this thing on."&nbsp; She grinned, laughing at herself in amazement, realizing that was the absolute truth.&nbsp; "Go, I'm set."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 16:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at instructions for the wireless remote for a moment, then folded them back up and put them back in the packaging. He clicked the button... and he didn't hear anything at all from it. All he could hear was the clicking of that woman's high heals as she rounded the corner, and started to walk down into the lowered area they were in.<br><br>Charles turned the key in the ignition, and started the car. He looked over at Michelle. "Is it working?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 16:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle gave a faint gasp, her eyes flying open wide.&nbsp; She'd been braced and ready for this, but it was still something of a shock to feel it.&nbsp; It had been a while since she'd indulged this way, and never before at someone else's whim with the controls, and the realization that she lacked control over the object now buzzing away inside her made her feel dizzy at the possibilities.<br><br>Tense and still wide-eyed, she looked over at him in astonishment at his question.&nbsp; "Can't you hear it?&nbsp; It's -- it's barely on, turn it up.&nbsp; No, wait, then I'll be freaking out when we go through the gate."&nbsp; She squirmed, instinctively trying to shift it to a better spot.&nbsp; "You'd better drive, anyway," she added, then gasped again and writhed more energetically.<br><br>"Here, feel," she suddenly demanded, though she hardly knew why, and took hold of his hand, guiding it between her legs so he could experience the teasing vibrations for himself.&nbsp; "Oh, this was a bad idea," she murmured, arching against his hand uncontrollably.&nbsp; "But it feels so good."&nbsp; She bit her lip, only just stopping herself from pleading with him to turn it up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 18:02:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles didn't thing she noticed the woman walking nearby when she grabbed his hand, and pulled it to her sex. She felt... hot down there. A penetrating, moist heat penetrated out from her, through her jeans into his hand. He looked at her, virtually writhing in pleasure, and saw her hard nipples pressing out through her bra and shirt.&nbsp; <br><br>If the woman, a fairly attractive woman with a well sculpted body and a face that could no longer masquerade as youthful, noticed anything unusual, she gave no outward appearance.<br><br>"Hot," he hissed... "I wish I could just take you now."<br><br>He reluctantly pulled his hand away from her hot, pulsating sex, and grabbed the gearshift. He dropped the car into reverse, and started backing up. He had to force himself to watch his driving instead of Michelle, but every few seconds, he glanced at her again. He didn't even think of the raging erection pressing body painfully at an awkward angle and upward away from his body. He absent mindedly pulled up to the guard shack.<br><br>The he remembered... the ticket. He found it, hit the button for the window to zip down, and passed it over. The guard, with a knowing and smug smile leaned down to regard them and take the ticket. It wasn't either of the guards from before... But there were two other guards, and they all seemed to have eyes glued to Charles and Michelle, and all seemed to have the same knowing smiles. The rat that had watched them must have blabbed to his buddies... and worse then that, the car virtually reeked of sex. Charles felt his cheeks slowly start turning scarlet, and wished he had a way of hiding the erection in his pants. There on the back seat of the car was The Hustler Store bag too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 18:20:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle swallowed hard, fighting to get some control over herself as Charles drove.&nbsp; That steady, gentle, but insistent vibration echoed through her whole body -- not enough to drive her to orgasm, at least not for a while, but more than enough to make her crave more.&nbsp; She'd realized how close the woman was at the last second and blushed, having thought her further away from the car, but by then Charles was getting the car moving and that danger, at least, was passed.<br><br>Then she remembered the gate and the guards, and sat up, straightening her clothes and brushing her hair back.&nbsp; She had to look presentable, especially if their watcher was going to be there.&nbsp; <em>He</em> would stare enough without her giving him something particular to stare at.&nbsp; She folded her arms, trying to hide her almost painfully erect nipples, and stared fixedly at a point near the ceiling as they slowed for the guard shack.<br><br>There were two guards on her side of the car, she realized, hanging around for no particular reason that she could see.&nbsp; She was so focused on hiding her arousal, trying to keep her breathing at least somewhat even, that it took her a moment to realize that both guards were smiling at her in uncomfortably knowing ways.&nbsp; For a moment she thought that they somehow knew about the toy doing its work, and looked down briefly in terror, even though she knew no one could see anything.<br><br>Then she reached the same inevitable conclusion Charles had, and looked over at him in alarm.&nbsp; Even he was blushing, so she knew her face must be as pink with embarrassment as it was with arousal.&nbsp; The guard taking the ticket looked just as in on the joke, of course, his eyes wandering over her body, and she wondered if every employee in the entire mall had heard the story by now.<br><br>Paying for parking had never taken so long.&nbsp; Charles was as quick as he could be, but they were at the mercy of the gate, and by the time it began to lift, impossibly slowly, Michelle was nearly frantic.&nbsp; She wanted to rant about those idiot guards, to squirm in her seat, to put his hand back on her sex, and most of all, to be able to leap on his naked body and ride him until she collapsed.&nbsp; Or even better, if she could wait that long, to let him tie her up once more and have his way.<br><br>She was barely even able to wait until the window was closed before saying, "This thing is driving me crazy.&nbsp; Turn it up, let me finish."&nbsp; She had to beg between gasps, one or two words at a time, her body quivering anxiously as she looked at him, half sympathetic, half desperate.&nbsp; "Forget them.&nbsp; Think about what you're going to do to me when we get home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 18:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, reached into his pocket, and found the little remote. There was just the one button on it. The instructions had been strangely vague too... they just gave the range of the remote to be approximately fifty feet, and said press the button to use. He fiddled with the button in his pocket. It didn't seem to rotate or toggle or anything like that. Just a simple button. He pressed it again. Unbeknownst to him, the little remote controlled vibrator turned off.<br><br>"How's that?" he asked, hoping that it had turned up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 18:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh!" Michelle said, a sound somewhere between surprise and annoyance.&nbsp; "No, that's off.&nbsp; Doesn't it go any higher?"&nbsp; Catching her breath, she reached for the control, leaning over to get a look.&nbsp; "Just one button?"&nbsp; She hadn't really thought about that in the store, but if it was going to have only one setting, couldn't it be a higher one?&nbsp; Except she supposed the whole point was to get her into a frenzy for other ravishing, so maybe the manufacturers had known what they were doing after all.<br><br>"At that rate, it'll take me forever," she mused, then decided she probably shouldn't have said that aloud.&nbsp; Now Charles would know how much he could torture her with it.&nbsp; She looked down at his erection, straining against his jeans, and smiled to herself.&nbsp; At least he was in equally bad shape -- or good shape, depending on your point of view.&nbsp; "I'm at your mercy, anyway.&nbsp; What are you going to do?"<br><br>She smiled over at him, honestly unable to decide what she was hoping for -- even if he left it off for a while, the feel of it, slightly heavy and very hard in her sex; and the anticipation might be just as frustrating.&nbsp; Her hand crept over to his thigh, resting there, carefully away from his shaft for now.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 03:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He experimented with the remote, hoping that maybe it was a multispeed with only one button. If he could just figure out the right way to press the button, or the right rhythm to pressing the button, maybe it would kick up to a higher speed. He experimented deligently for several minutes while in the slow traffic getting to the freeway. Once on the freeway, he realized that while there certainly didn't seem to be a second speed, it sure was fun to torment and torture Michelle by randomly clicking the device off and on. Her squirms and heaving breasts made it somewhat difficult to focus on the road, but he managed just fine. He couldn't decide whether it would be more fun to let her climax, or to just work her into a frenzy on the drive home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 03:24:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle put up with this quietly for a while -- well, not <em>quietly</em>, but without complaining.&nbsp; He was still learning how to work the thing, after all, and it would be worth it in the end.&nbsp; So she squirmed, keeping her hand on his leg, and anticipated.<br><br>After a while, though, it became clear that Charles was just deliberately tormenting her now, and having far too much fun doing it.&nbsp; His random switching was frustrating beyond belief, and though she was at as much of a fever pitch as ever, she couldn't get any closer to release, thanks to the fact that he never quite left it on long enough, whether deliberately or not.<br><br>"You," she finally said firmly, during one pause in the vibrating that had come at an especially bad time, "are enjoying this way too much.&nbsp; Are you afraid to wear the batteries out?"&nbsp; She glared at him, reaching hopefully for the control herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 17:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles chuckled and moved the to his other hand, the one all the way to the other side of his body.<br><br>"Soo... How badly do you want to come?" he asked her, with a devilish twinkling in his eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 17:40:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her only immediate response was to glare more menacingly, though she knew he'd only laugh harder at her trying to look intimidating.&nbsp; "Badly enough to make me think that you should really give me that remote," she said, glowering.&nbsp; "Besides, aren't you sore and tired?&nbsp; How out of control and desperate do you really want me?"<br><br>She realized later that this was really the wrong tactic, but she wasn't really thinking very clearly at that point...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 18:13:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charles smiled a little more broadly. "Well, if you want finish that badly..." he clicked the device back on, "I might be inclined to. Just promise me <em>one</em> thing."<br><br>He clicked it back off, "When we get back to my place, you'll let me do anything I want to you. Anything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 22:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michelle very nearly missed everything that he said after he hit the button again, but was forced to focus when he turned it off again almost immediately and earned himself another glare.<br><br>And she was going to <em>have</em> to focus on this.&nbsp; The word 'anything' should have put her instantly on her guard -- and it did, but not quite enough, or at least not as much as it would have just a few days ago.&nbsp; Somewhere along the way, she'd gotten to trust him in spite of herself, and though that made her nervous, it probably wasn't nervous enough.<br><br>"As long as you give me at least one more really good, screaming orgasm," she panted, "I mean besides the one I'm hopefully about to have here and now... then I'm all yours.&nbsp; <em>All</em> yours."&nbsp; Now her look was smoldering in a different way, her body tensed and arched, ready for its pleasure, and promising at least equal pleasure to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stattick</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 23:22:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Done... I just have to think of what kind of horrible, perverted things I want to do to you when we get back..." His eyes smoldered too, as he clicked the remote, turning the vibrator back on.<br><br>"First I think I need to tie you up so you can't get away, can't stop me. And a gag... can't have the neighbors calling the cops. You said <em>anything</em>... so no need for a safe word, right?" He reached over, and took one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it slowly and hard through her shirt... Then he dropped his hand to her crotch, and gave her a couple of quick little slaps right to her jean covered sex. "Besides, you like it when it's rough and out of control, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Gold Digger (Stattick &amp; Valerian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 23:49:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned as he promised to think of perverted things, even though she also felt a little thrill of something like terror as she wondered exactly what he might come up with.&nbsp; Then the little toy started up again, and she went back to writhing in her seat, unable to think of much of anything except the constant, vexed question of when the thing was finally going to make her finish.<br><br>She couldn't manage anything coherent, but she heard him, and imagined him tying her up again, this time much more efficiently and thoroughly.&nbsp; And gagged, something she hadn't really thought of, and wasn't normally sure she'd like, but now thought she'd better agree to, or the neighbors really <em>would</em> call the cops, considering how much yelling she was hoping to do.<br><br>As he reached over, she wondered if she'd heard him right about the safe word... but if she was gagged, how could she use it anyway?&nbsp; Her eyes flickered open as he squeezed her breast, just this side of painfully; then squeezed shut again as he moved his hand down and slapped her.<br><br>She gasped in shock, amazed at how intense those brief little blows were.&nbsp; At any other time, they might only have made her scold him, but with the toy buzzing away, they were amazing.&nbsp; She arched up hard from the seat, squirming harder, feeling a wave of heat spread out from her sex.&nbsp; "More," she pleaded, or tried to -- the word barely made sense even to her ears.&nbsp; But she kept herself arched up and more open to his hand, trying to give him the idea of what she wanted.&nbsp; Just a couple more of those slaps was all she needed, she was sure...
			</dd>
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