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Message: Excitement my dear, is what I do Shall we see all the ways I can excite you? Would kiss to your lips make your heart start to race? Would you like more, shall i pick up the pace? What if I kiss from your lips to your neck, Would that make you a pining wreck?
How excited do you want to get on this unlucky day? Tell me sweetheart, how badly do you want to play? Would you like it if I kissed along your collarbone If I wrapped your legs around my waist, would you start to moan? If I told you that you could be very lucky tonight, Would you let me be the one to pleasure you right?
Pressed hard with your back against the wall As your tunic from your shoulders begin to fall I'd kiss you heatedly along your exposed skin How badly do you want it? Just give in. I'd discard our clothing and keep your legs around me tight Then press into you hard, and make everything feel right.
Press your nails into my shoulders, as you cry out with every thrust I'll be the best you've ever had, I can promise that much. Moan for me, whisper your fantasies in my ear I'll fulfill every one, you've nothing to fear. One last thrust as you moan and shake in my arms The best way to get lucky with no shamrocks or charms.
-Black Lace ~~~~~~~~this is from a legendary anon..which I am so haappy to get! 4laugh 4laugh 4laugh 4laugh 4laugh
From: An anonymous benefactor Message: As you pass by the room of your monster friend, you can't help but become curious at the strange thin papers that have been stuck onto the door, incantations and wards written on them in a hand that obviously copied the symbols with no knowledge of their meaning. You gently knock at his door to find it was partially open, the scent of incense entering your nose as you look inside his room, all manner of amulets and charms scattered about in an attempt to change the tides of fate. But where was Monster? You walk into the room, careful of the charms and the incense burning dully in a corner of the room, when you hear something under the bed...
You hadn't even thought about the bed, but now that your attention is on it you notice some sort of dried plant has been placed all around the edge in a circle with no breaks, and as you kneel to examine the stuff, you recognize it as mistletoe. But how did he touch it without falling ill? You hear slow breathing under the bed and peek underneath to see Monster, huddled and curled into himself... and looking very sick. Unable to watch this any longer you push aside the dried up plant and pull the werehog out from under the bed, his small body shivering in your arms. His hands looked red and swollen from touching the mistletoe and the color was drained from his already pale skin, at least what skin you could see amidst all the fur.
The night was setting in, and from an unfortunately large amount of prior experience you knew he'd be transforming soon, so you place him on his bed and cover him with some blankets in an attempt to at least make him comfortable before the painful change takes place. You hoped he would be okay, but there wasn't much more you could do to help him at a time like this, so you go to leave the room...
Locked. Why was it locked?! ...Oh no. Monster must have meant to close his door all the way, but didn't on accident. You were never meant to be here, and now you were trapped. You look over with horror as Monster begins to stir, shaking uncontrollably as the full moon makes its grand appearance in the night sky. The little werehog cried out in agony as he became, well, not so little, and whatever kindness and humanity had inhabited his mind was pushed back and locked away, leaving a large, angry and feral beast a mere few feet from where you stand.
At first the monster hesitated, seeing it was surrounded by a substance it could not stand, and you realized the brilliance of Monster's original plan for the night... and how you utterly ruined it by creating a hole in the circle. A hole the beast notices and takes advantage of, carefully climbing out of its bed and nearing you with jaws dripping with saliva in anticipation of a meal. Overcome with terror, you close your eyes as Mister Monster Guy descends upon you...
It's Friday the Thirteenth, and your luck has run out. ~~~~~~~~~this is from my monster friend, he is a good guy despite the curse.
[NPC] Rina Hey there! I've got a special gift for you! From: An anonymous benefactor Message: ~ Sealy Anon ~~~~~~~this is most amusing anon that I know..
From: An anonymous benefactor Message: You hear the deep sound of an engine roaring up to your house, then slowly stopping. It revs for a moment, then is shut off. You rush over to a window and look out, only to find that a black '67 Impala is parked beside the curb. Within moments you are at the door, hand on the knob when someone knocks. Your heart jumps to your throat, and you quickly smooth over your hair and make sure your clothes are in order before turning the handle and looking out.
Standing on your porch is a tall man with short hair, emerald green eyes and a five o' clock shadow. He tugs at his old, rugged leather jacket with one hand and clears his throat, cheeks coloring slightly. In his other hand is a small box from a bakery, and as you notice it he quickly hands it to you. "I, uh, thought you might like this." He hastily explains, voice gruff.
You open your mouth to tell him everything, all the things you've ever wanted to say, ask all the questions you've ever wanted to ask, but he's already waving. "I've gotta get back to Sammy, see what he's come up with. You stay safe." He says, though he lingers a moment longer, desire evident in his eyes. But as always, the job comes first, so he turns and quickly walks back to his car. ~~~~~~my favorite car...whoever sent this is AWESOME!
frozen_flames06 · Fri Aug 01, 2014 @ 03:23pm · 0 Comments |
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