A place for venting and picking fights

*peels grape, feeds it to Shankara to lull him into a false sense of security, and looks around for something evil to do.*

where are all those evil bisexual switches that need a good beatin'?

bijou

*sneaks behind bijou, yanks down her pants, smacks her bum*

RUNS AWAY!!!!
 
FU...DA...HECK!!!

You made it here first!!

Luckily for you, I brought my own pillows...and my fave crop...and ummm whipped cream...

you can never have enough sticky white stuff..

*nods*

oh THERE you are.

Nice crop.

oh look, I have it now.

Interesting handle, too. Hmmm. later.
bj

eta
damn you're quick. I don't run so much as fall. I'll have to lure you over closer.

look, pet.... I have dark chocolate... *dangling large bag of Dove bites, hiding crop behind back*
 
oh THERE you are.

Nice crop.

oh look, I have it now.

Interesting handle, too. Hmmm. later.
bj

You don't have my crop...I hid it under those pillows..*nods*

Plus your pants are by your ankles...

I was waiting ever so patiently for you to bend over...

*pinches yer bum, grabs your flogger, trips over a pillow, and lands on my butt*
 
Think I can get Furry to ally with me. She could hold you down, now that you've fallen...

You are now learning that relieving me of those pants was actually of great assistance. I do my best work without them.

*Leg lock! Dissolves in really un-menacing giggling and loses all strength in legs!

makes a feeble attempt to roll over on top of you! laughing too hard to actually do so!*

quit tickling. I'm trying to be all menacing and shit.

bj

eta: and you're getting chocolate all over my.... face...
 
Think I can get Furry to ally with me. She could hold you down, now that you've fallen...

You are now learning that relieving me of those pants was actually of great assistance. I do my best work without them.

*Leg lock! Dissolves in really un-menacing giggling and loses all strength in legs!

makes a feeble attempt to roll over on top of you! laughing too hard to actually do so!*

quit tickling. I'm trying to be all menacing and shit.

bj

eta: and you're getting chocolate all over my.... face...

*laughing insanely*

I am sorry...really. I tried to ummm control the chocolate. I glared at it meanly and said "Stop trying to dribble down bijou's personal parts!"

Alas, it did not listen.

And then what could I do?? Nothing. I am making a statement right here and now though..iF you want...I will lick it off...just for you...

cuz I am a giver..*nods*

And Furry won't help you...she LIKES me..*nods* just ask her...

*sprays you with my reddy whip*
 
Y'all don't actually expect me to pick sides right?

*drops rose petals while skipping around and looking angelic*

I guess this might just have to turn into a three way.

:devil:
 
Y'all don't actually expect me to pick sides right?

*drops rose petals while skipping around and looking angelic*

I guess this might just have to turn into a three way.

:devil:

YES!!!

I mean...ummm...

why can't you just pick a side??

*waits for you to get close enough for one of us to grab your ankle*
 
*laughing insanely*

I am sorry...really. I tried to ummm control the chocolate. I glared at it meanly and said "Stop trying to dribble down bijou's personal parts!"

Alas, it did not listen.

And then what could I do?? Nothing. I am making a statement right here and now though..iF you want...I will lick it off...just for you...

cuz I am a giver..*nods*

And Furry won't help you...she LIKES me..*nods* just ask her...

*sprays you with my reddy whip*

Now look what you've done. There's chocolate all over... um, this bit, and whipped cream on, um, this bit. And these too. And here.

All we need now is a jar of maraschino cherries.

and a banana. Or something like it.

*brandishes a very interesting object that gives me some distinct ideas*

no no. That's later too.

Long as we're down here...

*suddenly and gracelessly leaps on top of you and turns you over, making your rear flank extremely vulnerable to attack.*

If I stretch, I can hold your ankles down pretty successfully and pin your arms with my legs. That puts my mouth right about... here...

*nibbles experimentally* Does that tickle? Oh yeah? how bout this?

bijou
 
*pelts y'all with grapes, slaps your butts and runs to take a shower, dropping the thorns behind me*

Hehehe

:devil:

Y'all have fun now ya hear?
 
Now look what you've done. There's chocolate all over... um, this bit, and whipped cream on, um, this bit. And these too. And here.

All we need now is a jar of maraschino cherries.

and a banana. Or something like it.

*brandishes a very interesting object that gives me some distinct ideas*

no no. That's later too.

Long as we're down here...

*suddenly and gracelessly leaps on top of you and turns you over, making your rear flank extremely vulnerable to attack.*

If I stretch, I can hold your ankles down pretty successfully and pin your arms with my legs. That puts my mouth right about... here...

*nibbles experimentally* Does that tickle? Oh yeah? how bout this?

bijou

Wait, wait...

*wriggles around while giggling and moaning uncontrollably*

We are supposed to *whimper* get Furry...

*more jerky movements*

HEEELLLLPPPP!!

*tries to flip over....gets one arm loose .....







grabs a foot, runs a nail over the sole...........*
 
EEEP....

what is this later??

Furry ran away..and threw thorns at us...

shoot, I think my wriggling landed us on top of one..


ouch, yup...definitely...

ooooo

wait, no wait...please...

*uses free hand to search for a thorn*
 
Wait, wait...

*wriggles around while giggling and moaning uncontrollably*

We are supposed to *whimper* get Furry...

*more jerky movements*

HEEELLLLPPPP!!

*tries to flip over....gets one arm loose .....







grabs a foot, runs a nail over the sole...........*


Gnnnnnn Not the FOOT NOT THE FOOT... Furry.... has clearly got ... more important things to do... and... oooof. Mm. Hey! What... *struggling* um... so you're... clearly without allies here, snookums. Although that fact doesn't...

arg! What're you... that fact doesn't seem to be hampering your success here...

damn, girl. You're strong for such a cute little bitty thing. I bet you hate it when people call you stuff like that. But how do you feel about it when you know they're saying it with immeasurable lust?

I have one advantage here. I have appallingly long legs. So I can do THIS... *full-torso scizzor lock is hampered severely by the slickness of this damn whipped cream everywhere...*

bijou
 
Gnnnnnn Not the FOOT NOT THE FOOT... Furry.... has clearly got ... more important things to do... and... oooof. Mm. Hey! What... *struggling* um... so you're... clearly without allies here, snookums. Although that fact doesn't...

arg! What're you... that fact doesn't seem to be hampering your success here...

damn, girl. You're strong for such a cute little bitty thing. I bet you hate it when people call you stuff like that. But how do you feel about it when you know they're saying it with immeasurable lust?

I have one advantage here. I have appallingly long legs. So I can do THIS... *full-torso scizzor lock is hampered severely by the slickness of this damn whipped cream everywhere...*

bijou

AHHHH!!

uses my hand on your leg...nails on your calves..and down over your foot...wriggles a bit more...finally flips over....*

Ohhh this is a pretty sight...

*wonders if she forgot the crop??*
 
AHHHH!!

uses my hand on your leg...nails on your calves..and down over your foot...wriggles a bit more...finally flips over....*

Ohhh this is a pretty sight...

*wonders if she forgot the crop??*

Now look here. If I'm going to use that crop on you, it's going to be properly, and by properly I mean with you tied up all pretty with some red velvet and such, possibly by Our Man Homburg himself, and it's going to be in front of a reasonable number of people, because a dish so delicious always tastes better when shared with friends.

And I will most certainly be using both ends. And possibly the middle as well.

bijou
 
Now look here. If I'm going to use that crop on you, it's going to be properly, and by properly I mean with you tied up all pretty with some red velvet and such, possibly by Our Man Homburg himself, and it's going to be in front of a reasonable number of people, because a dish so delicious always tastes better when shared with friends.

*watches quietly from a safe distance*

(My name was invoked, after all)
 
Wait!! What??

*grumbles*the damned phone rings and next thing you know, I am being beat with MY own riding crop*grumbles*

Well I warn you, my pretty bijou lady, I box..it's fun..which means I hit pretty hard to be so little...

*more grumbles*I can't believe Unca Hommy would allow this sort of thing*grumble*
 
*watches quietly from a safe distance*

(My name was invoked, after all)

O the plans involve you, indeed they do. At least in my odd little universe, which I wouldn't recommend. It's like DeSade's Carnival in here. But at the moment, the scene must fade to black, for I must go. I believe what happens is this:

*bijou has been bested and is now on her stomach, as Luna lies on top of her in reverse and does heinous things to her feet, while biting in torturous ways.

there is a sudden, very slippery movement. bijou takes advantage of the fact that she is rather seriously longer than her opponent and rolls, alligator-style, with the final result that they are face-to-face, only not so much face as, well, a sort of a reverse position...

ideas occur to them.

They forget about the whole faux-conflict thing. There's a rather entrancing dessert presented simultaneously to them both...

The lights fade to the sounds of wild birds, their voices muffled by jungle.

bijou
 
O the plans involve you, indeed they do. At least in my odd little universe, which I wouldn't recommend. It's like DeSade's Carnival in here. But at the moment, the scene must fade to black, for I must go. I believe what happens is this:

*bijou has been bested and is now on her stomach, as Luna lies on top of her in reverse and does heinous things to her feet, while biting in torturous ways.

there is a sudden, very slippery movement. bijou takes advantage of the fact that she is rather seriously longer than her opponent and rolls, alligator-style, with the final result that they are face-to-face, only not so much face as, well, a sort of a reverse position...

ideas occur to them.

They forget about the whole faux-conflict thing. There's a rather entrancing dessert presented simultaneously to them both...

The lights fade to the sounds of wild birds, their voices muffled by jungle.

bijou


*planting a kiss in pretty places*

have a good night darlin' dear.. I will get you next time...:kiss:
 
I did not throw thorns at you. I threw thorns to cover my retreat from the field.

LOL.

:rose:

*have tweezers will travel*
 
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