Karen's Curiosity
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				Title: <strong>Karen's Curiosity</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 21:08:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5062/5586549517_dc5385e199.jpg)</div>Cale McCree (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45831.msg4471309#msg4471309) ran his eyes across the darkly sumptuous images on his laptop screen, trying to get enthused. The black and white pictures depicted a woman arched in agony or ecstasy (it was hard to tell, and really, where did one draw the line?), leather straps biting into her flesh, her white teeth showing around the ball-gag as her lips peeled back in a muffled moan or scream.<br><br>He reached down, sliding his hand around the half-hearted bulge in his boxers, squeezing and stroking himself. Blue eyes dully considered the woman on screen, before closing and conjuring up a different image. Instead of the model, Cale imagined Karen bound like that, her perfect, tight pussy stretched by a thick toy, her wonderfully sensitive nipples pouting under the clamp's embrace. Cale slumped back on the bed, reaching one leanly muscled arm up and draping it across his face, stifling a sigh-moan with his forearm. Karen's long legs held apart by a spreader bar, her face caught in a rapture of pleasure and pain... his cock swelled violently, hardening between his fingers as he imagined his girlfriend bound and whipped and teased and pleased and... <br><br>“Auhhhnnnhhhmmmhhh,” he groaned, muffling himself with his tense arm, back muscles clenching on the sheets, hips juddering up as his manhood swelled and spurted. In his mind, the hot white cum spattered all over Karen's sluttishly smiling face, and he shuddered in the aftershocks of pleasure.<br><br>Cale lay there for a few minutes, catching his breath and missing Karen acutely. Was it weeks or months she'd been gone? It felt like <em>years</em>. The man sighed at last and cleaned himself up with a tissue, washing his hands and face before sliding back into his jeans and putting his shoes on. Forgotten, the laptop's screen went into power-saving mode, the array of kinky, erotic and fetishistic images still open in tabs.<br><br><br><hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5070/5595997196_9fe81ff6c7.jpg)</div>“Do you like the taste of my balls? Do you like the taste of my balls? If you don't like the taste of my balls, why are they all over your face? You must like the taste of my balls, you... ball-lover.”<br><br>On screen, Aaron Brown (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45831.msg4471354#msg4471354)'s hulking space marine bobbed up and down, teabagging the hapless n00b he'd pWn3d so thoroughly. Cale stepped out of his room, considering the spectacle before saying his roommate's name, three times at increasing volume before he caught Aaron's attention.<br><br>“I'm going to the library for a bit,” Cale said once Aaron had pulled off the headset. “I should be back before you've left for practise, probably.”<br><br>“Sure thing, <em>bromo sapien</em>,” Aaron thrust out one meaty hand, a symbolic fist-bump at range, before grabbing the controller and reversing his jeep over someone. “Oh, yo, maybe bring back some brewskis! The fridge is looking totally, like, beer-free. Aw, what? You total rocket-whore! L2P, Newbo Nubbins!”<br><br>Cale raised and eyebrow and muttered an affirmative as he headed out the door.
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