Internet Connections [Gilead and Marguerite]
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				Title: <strong>Internet Connections [Gilead and Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 04:07:10</strong>
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				He sat on his desk and leaned back in his chair. His eyes closed and he let the feeling of déjà vu wash over him. He was already dreading the thought how close he'd be sat next to Aida in half an hour during the corporate meeting, but that was one thing he did not have a say in. Not only were Sam Jones and Aida great friends, but he had a crush on her. Nay, that would be belittling the desire he felt for her. He wanted her; mind, body and soul. He wanted his fires to consume her raw and if fate have had it, he'd have allowed himself a peek unto the mounts of carnal pleasure, but fate is never kind to the likes of him - especially when it came to someone as hot and lovely as Aida. <br><br>He swivelled his seat and caught her eye. She smiled, her beautiful eyes almost sparkling... and they always did. Oh what he would do to have them gazing up at him as he pummelled away somewhere else. Sam daydreamed only to be halted by the slight beep of his mobile phone. His buddies were messaging him again, asking his plans for the evening. Sam Jones was a party animal, for him the term 'takes two to tango' takes a whole new meaning as most of his endeavours somewhat did involve another particular person in accompaniment; however that didn’t stop him from rocking the joint even when he was alone. It didn’t matter whether it was a crowded place or his apartment, for he merely attracted partygoers like a stale hunk of cheese attracts flies. <br><br>He checked his watch again. Perhaps maybe? He thought and then decided what the hell. He had some time to kill so might as well chat with the one person who can make this whole ordeal a lot easier. He signed onto Astrolove and used the same nick as always “Pisces243”. Of course, this helped in finding his significant other trudging about online. Before long he spotted her and messaged away. <br><br><em>Libra2790: What’s up sweetheart? Today’s an extra bad day because it’s not even noon and I’m sporting an erection one can camp under... or above, depending on the mood. *Grins* How’s your day going?</em><br><br>He leaned back in his seat again, his well built arms locking around his neck as he balanced himself trying to relax. Sam didn’t particularly enjoy his long, blonde mane he kept tied in a tail but it seemed to go about well with his athletic frame, and as someone once mentioned it really did complement the sea blue in his eyes but who was he to care. His eyelids clasping shut, he took a deep breath letting his chest heave with each moment. This was turning out to be someday. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internet Connections [Gilead and Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:13:09</strong>
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				Aida tried to keep her eyes on the road. Right now, she was needed to get to the meeting with the sex shop distributors for a meeting in twenty minutes. The distributors wanted to get on board with the online website Sam and her built to get the toys and accessories out to the masses all around the world. However, all she could think about was the damn Libra2790. After a chat session with Libra2790, it always left her heightened and sensitive to everything around her. Just these chats were enough to make her orgasm without even having to touch herself. She relied way too fucking much on this electronic chat with some unknown stranger to get her rocks off. For Christ's sake, for all she knew, the person on the other side of the chat room was some eighty-five year old geezer who had three chins and no teeth in his god damn mouth. <br><br>It was better than the thought she was being aroused by some college punk who was having fun trying to play with her while he impressed his fraternity buddies at the same time. Thank God, she never exchanged any identifying information for she was not that stupid enough to spread her picture or personal address over the internet. No way was her ass ending up on the front page because she was murdered by a psychopath who preyed on women who frequented romance chat rooms. "I cannot believe I rely on a cyber chat buddy to keep me satisfied," she muttered beneath her breath as she dabbed the sweat from her forehead. The heat wave in the city seemed to not slow down for anyone and not even for the upcoming festivities to hit the town soon enough. <br><br>All Aida wanted was one day when she did not have to change shirts twice because sweat stained her back and neck. Slowly, Aida made her way from the bumper to bumper traffic on the 580. After what happened last night, she took a very cold bath to bring down the fever running rampant in her veins. Even this morning, she took a cold shower to wash away the delicious perverted ways she had done things with Libra2790. Only thing keeping her on the task at hand was the honking coming up behind because she stopped her car when traffic started to let up. Cursing beneath her breath, she put her foot on the gas to move her car for the next ten feet before she stopped once more. Sam was going to rib her in the side for being late since she usually liked to be early to any meetings or get up to head over to the office where their online business was situated in. <br><br>Business was great and her friendship with Sam was getting better as the years went by; never did she worry about his choices in products. The order of anal dildos were supposed to come in today, the latest product to hit the sex industry. Apparently, this anal dildo was in the shape of a fist and was supposed to push the kink volume up a few notches. Whatever floated people's boats was not her concern but how much she could float their boats mattered. A beeping sound made its way to her ears and she looked over to see her blackberry was making the noise. She kept it near her and on even though it was illegal to be on the phone while driving. It could be Sam asking where she was and Aida planned to be quick about texting him back and letting him know she was well on her way. <br><br>Instead, what she saw was Libra2790 and her blood stirred once more. <em>Libra2790: What’s up sweetheart? Today’s an extra bad day because it’s not even noon and I’m sporting an erection one can camp under... or above, depending on the mood. *Grins* How’s your day going?</em>. Aida chewed on her lower lip to ponder whether she should reply back to Libra2790 at such a time. He usually contacted her when it was their twice a week chats and today it was strange he was online this morning. Even more strange for her not to have signed off her account last time if he IMed her because she too was online. Cursing again and again, Aida knew what she should do but instead went in the other direction and IMed Libra2790 knowing it was going to cost her a few minutes in traffic.<br><br><em>Pisces243: Oh do you mind if I get under the tent and make sure it does not go down?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internet Connections [Gilead and Marguerite]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray Banner</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 21:34:08</strong>
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				A smile crept up on his lips as he read the message again. This Pisces243 certainly had style, and Sam never minded a good challenge. Not only does she complement his masculine side in her mischievous ways, she also had a personality very few girls possessed. Enough with the belligerent princesses and party dolls, in this particular girl Sam found all the ingredients he’s been searching for in a woman, and they were not just perkiness with a bit of zest; Pisces243 was a hottie through and through. <br><br>He read the message again, running his hands through his thick blonde mane as he heaved a sigh leaning back in his seat. He thought about Aida and wondered what was taking that woman so long. His Boss shot him a look to which Sam could have only shrugged, he knew him and Aida were tight so whenever either of them ran late, whoever was about had to undergo an interrogation session as to why the other person’s not around. Sam watched him approaching and quickly sent the message he had typed out for his internet babe. <br><br><em> Libra2790: That might be a challenge, but if I was betting man I’ll put my money where the mouth is.</em><br><br>He grinned, and this was when Andy caught him. “Please tell me you were talking to Aida, and she just made you smile by telling you she’d be here soonish?”<br><br>Sam took another look at the screen and then signed out. “Oh she’ll be here any minute now, it’s probably rush hour. You know the traffic Boss... it’s hellacious out there.”<br><br>“And it’s hellacious in here; get your ass in the conference room. We need to get this Danish order sorted out before the end of the day and Aida can join us when she gets here.”<br><br>Sam grunted as Andy left, this whole Danish order was Aida’s idea after all. And sheepish or not, he knew that woman had a temper. He was already contemplating treating her to a good dinner tonight should this go awry when he spotted his mates leaving for the conference room. “Time to get yourself in gear... let’s roll.” He grumbled, and got up. Shooting one last look at the computer screen, Sam began to make his way. This was going to be a long-ass day. 
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