And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink & BK))
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				Title: <strong>And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 23:02:45</strong>
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				Name: Lacey Jones.<br>Modelling name: Roxanne Phoenix.<br>Age: 21<br>Height: 5'6"<br>Appearance: Dyed bright cherry red hair, always straightened to perfection, it reaches the middle of her back with a block fringe at the front. Big brown eyes, bright smile (usually fake), pale skin,&nbsp; Natural DD cup, wide hips, long legs.<br>Tattoos: A fairy on her shoulder, a leopard print bright green star on her left breast, butterflies and and swirly line on her right foot and multiple stars on the left side of her neck.<br><br>Lacey Jones, or Roxanne Phoenix as she was known in the media, was an internationally famous model. She's always been naturally pretty with her high cheekbones, hourglass figure and amazing breasts.<br><br>At the age of 16 she began dating world famous rockstar, Jacob Ebelher. He'd just hit superstardom and Lacey had been alongside him every step of the way. Their relationship was explosive, to say the least. Constant stories of violent sex, abuse to one another and rumours of Jacob cheating.<br><br>Three years after their relationship began, Lacey finally left Jacob. She'd had enough of his lies and infidelity.<br><br>Our story is set two years after the break up. Jacob, still as notorious as ever and Lacey still on the front of every glamour magazine. Word had been getting around that she was thinking of going into the porn industry too.<br><br>After Lacey left Jacob, she found it hard to adjust. He was the only man that she had ever truly loved, the only man that could wrap her around his little finger, the only man that could say 'jump!' and she'd respond 'how high?'<br><br>Lacey had just finished yet another shoot for Playboy magazine. This was her 4th centrefold spread.<br><br>Yes, the fame and the fortune was nice, but she was lonely. She had the odd fuck with her photographers every now and again but nobody compared to Jacob. Their love, their sex and their passion had been incredible.<br><br>She hadn't seen him since the break-up. Only on the front of magazines and on the television, of course.<br><br>It was a warm August evening and all the A-list celebs were heading to the aftershow party of Brad Pitt's new movie. <br><br>Lacey was dressed in a gorgeous little black dress that pushed up her bust, showing off that amazing cleavage, was tight around her perfect ass and showed off her legs that seemed to go on forever. She paired the dress up with a pair of silver stilettos.<br><br>Sitting at the bar at the party hall, drinking an Amaretto and Coke after a whole line of Sambuca shots, Lacey sighed lightly, she was lonely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 23:55:28</strong>
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				Name: Jacob Ebelher<br>Age: 27<br>Appearance: Tall, dark, handsome. Athletic build which he barely maintains. <br><br>That was a terrible movie. Seriously, I haven't seen something that bad since that one night I can't remember. Yes, it was that bad. I was invited to this showing, as most of us were, expecting it to be bad. Now, I'm not a movie fan, but I know shit when I see it. That was indeed shit. And this after party? Well...<br><br>Not so good. It's little more than celebrities milling about, speaking to each other, stroking their own egos. I was told this would be a good time, by my agent. “Get out, have some fun, be a star!” Yeah, right. I'd much rather be at home than here. So, I took a seat at the back of the room order my drink, and scan the room.<br><br>When my eyes hit the bar, I see that lone figure in black, and I know exactly who it is. Those hips, that red hair. Lacey came, huh? Well, might as well say hi. I stroll on over, right up behind her, and run my hands down her side, onto her hips.<br><br>“Well well, what's all this then?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 00:04:31</strong>
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				As much as I love Brad Pitt, that movie was terrible, a total let down. I sit at the bar, my head in my hands, sighing lightly, wondering why I'm even here in the first place. The size zero women on the arms of their 'perfect' boyfriends snicker at me, looking at me like I'm some sort of no good whore. Maybe it's because I make more money in a week than they do in a month?<br><br>I jump as I feel two firm hands running over my love handles. Those hands, so warm, so rough, so familiar. Then this mysterious person spoke and my knees buckled. His voice as smooth as silk. I turn around, my eyes glittering as he is stood in front of me. Jacob Ebelher, the only man I ever loved, the man who broke my heart.<br><br>"Oh my goodness! What are you doing here?!" I jump up, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his cheek softly. "I haven't seen you since... well since... you know..." I step back slightly, letting my arms fall back to my sides. Suddenly, I become concious of my appearance, do I look hot enough to be around him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 00:14:39</strong>
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				I give her love handles a little squeeze as I slide my hands down her sides. "A little chubbier are we? Nice to have more to fondle than just your boobs." I kiss her back on the cheek, and sit next to her. I slip an arm around her waist and pull her close. "Been a while toots. How you been keeping busy? Can't say I've seen you around much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 00:21:24</strong>
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				I ignore his comment about 'fondling' me. Not wanting to even think back to the shitty time of our lives that we called a 'relationship'. As he pulls me closer to him, I inch away.<br><br>"I'd rather you not be touching me." I mutter coldly as I take a long swig of my drink. "I've been fine, thanks. Been busy with photoshoots and porn movies. You've not seen me around because you've probably been in a drug, sex or alcohol induced coma for the last few years." I roll my eyes.<br><br>"What are you doing here anyway? You hate movies and you hate movie stars." I shake my head. "Why aren't you off banging some groupie down an alleyway?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 00:26:16</strong>
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				"Ooo, icy." I take my hands off her. See her attitude hasn't improved in the slightest. I shrug at her question. "The alleyway was full of movie-stars banging groupies already. I can't look like I'm copying anyone." I grin. "Besides, I'm not a big fan of porn, you know that. Not my fault I've been busy with other...things."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 00:34:36</strong>
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				"You're not a big fan of porn because you don't need it. You're always fucking some slut senseless and then leaving her once you've cum. It's all about you, it always has been. Like when we were together, you were too busy cheating on me to actually try and make our relationship work. Sometimes I wonder if you actually ever loved me." I don't look at him, wishing that I hadn't come tonight.<br><br><br>"You make not like porn but there's millions of men out there that fantasize about having me, touching themselves, getting excited, reaching their climax over watching me." I grin, remembering how jealous he used to get, one of the things I loved most about him. Nobody could even take a second glance at me or he'd beat the living shit out of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 04:52:42</strong>
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				"You wound me madam," I say in my best fake accent. "To say I didn't love you is a great lie." Which is was. I love this girl to death. I get the warm tinglies when I'm around her. I felt complete in our relationship in ever level. Well, save for sexual. My sex drive was way too high in those days. I was most of the time too. "Let's face it. When you're high, or drunk, you're not exactly in the position to think about what you're doing is right or wrong. I'm not saying my actions were justified, but to say I didn't love you? That's just low."<br><br>I grimace inside of me when she says that. I usually could ignore it, but it's true. She could get anyone she wished. "Hey, just as many women would want to fuck me too, sister." I comeback, maybe a little too defensively. "Besides, I'm not the one who looks like she needs to do some sit ups." I grin and give her a few pokes to her cushy middle. My penis springs up like it hasn't in weeks. Man, I want this girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 19:52:48</strong>
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				I listen to his rant, rolling my eyes, nodding and agreeing with everything he says. Not really paying much attention until he becomes defensive then pokes me in my new bit of chubbiness.<br><br>I turn around, looking at him with glazed over, drunken eyes.<br><br>"The difference between us is that you fuck anything with a pulse. I do it for a living. As for needing to do sit-ups? You can fuck off, I don't care if you don't like it. I feel voluptuous and you know that I could easily seduce you. I'm more addictive than heroin." I grin, leaning in to kiss his lips softly through my intoxication."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 20:06:54</strong>
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				"Oh, I could never say no to you, it is true..." I stare at those lips. They look a little plumper...I think. Could be the drink in me. Still, they look so inviting...<br><br>I remember all the times we fuck. Literally, all of them. It's something I stored away for one of those nights my penis wasn't in something. Man, what wouldn't I give for another one of those nights...8 hours straight, barely finishing before we collapse in an exhausted heap...<br><br>I leap at her lips like an animal would at prey. I can't resist her. It's silly to think so. My lips dance across hers, try to feel all that I could, before she could push me off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 20:22:59</strong>
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				I reach a hand up to push gently through his luscious locks of dark hair as his devours my lips hungrily. I press myself against him, wanting him to feel my new curves. Not through surgery, just by putting on a little bit of weight.<br><br>"Mmm, I told you that you couldn't resist me, you never could, I have lips like morphine." I breath into the kiss.<br><br>I pull away, taking his hand and leading him into the ladies bathroom. I push him roughly into a cubicle, not bothering to close the door. I start kissing him roughly, unzipping his pants with one hand and hitching up my dress with the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 21:36:34</strong>
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				"It's crazy, I know." I whisper huskily back. I feel those new, soft curves and I go instant hard. I like this new addition she added to herself. Must have take a lot of cheeseburgers. I follow her into the ladies room. Not that I have much of a choice, mind you, but I follow nonetheless. I watch those slightly meaty hips sway back and forth as we almost jog our way there. <br><br>I slam the wall of the cubicle when we get inside, and she's all over me. I always like when she took the initiative. Made the night more fun. Lacey help my member out of my pants. The ol' soldier was at full attention today, I had to say. Lifting the rest of her dress, I slide my penis neatly inside her. I grab hold of those nice new love handles, and begin thrusting back and forth, finding my rhythm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 21:50:55</strong>
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				I press kisses against my ex's neck, up and down his collarbone as he pushes up my dress higher. I feel his thick cock sliding into my tight, shaven pussy which makes me growl into his neck in pleasure.<br><br>"Fuck, I've missed this." I moan loudly as I lift a leg to let him in more. "Lift me up, fuck me against the wall." I breathe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 22:42:29</strong>
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				I oblige. I heft her up with no small effort, and manage to get her back against the wall. I notice where all that weight has gone. Her thighs are soft and my hands easily dig into them. I love this. <br><br>I press up against her to give me more leverage as I being to pick up my rhythm. I'm jamming it deeper each time I thrust, sure I'll go straight through her. I know she loves it rough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 23:02:51</strong>
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				Jacob lifts me up and presses me against the wall, my soft, round arse hitting it every time he thrusts up into me, his cock disappearing.<br><br>"Oh, harder, fuck... Jacob!" I yell into his oceans of hair.<br><br>My pussy muscles tighten around his cock, my body seems to heat up with a warm fuzzy feeling. "I'm cumming..." I groan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:37:25</strong>
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				I grin through the pleasure as I hear her chubby butt bounce off the wall. If I wasn't already cock deep in a woman, I'd be turned on. At her request, I pick up my pace. <br><br>"Uh...uh...Damn it, don't quit on me now, woman!" I keep up the pace, but manage to control my climax. This is too fun to end so soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inked Harlequin</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 12:24:05</strong>
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				As he pounds me harder against the wall, I feel my climax beginning to release and I lean forward, biting on his neck, groaning against his skin with everything I have. My pussy tightens and releases around his cock, the walls now becoming extra sensitive, which makes me gasp with every thrust.<br><br>"Oh fuck... Amazing. I'm on the pill y'know?" I grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I'm Running To You Baby, You Make It Real For Me. ((NitroTink &amp; BK))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blackknight1239</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 21:03:28</strong>
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				When the walls of her pussy clench, I explode. I thrust once more as hard as I can before my seed spills all over her insides. I gasp with exhaustion a few times. It's been a while since I fucked this hard.<br><br>"Yeah, I'll do that. And you always are." I grin back.
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