Belegon's Birthday !!!!!!!!

EL: Thanks doll....you're an example of what that man really intended his followers to become when he showed his bravery on that cross. Keep being positive!

Arie: You ain't late baby, somebody got em-bear-assingly enthusiastic is all (ya ain't never gone live it down H...). I've been so happy to watch your confidence increase and to see you venture outside things that where holding you back...thanks for sharing the year with me!
 
English Lady said:
Thanks Bel, you're a sweetheart. Now then, where's this party? :D


Abs has offered the bar but I fear to face her wrath Saturday morning when she regains conciousness...
 
Belegon said:
Abs has offered the bar but I fear to face her wrath Saturday morning when she regains conciousness...


*grins and nods* Let's not incur the wrath of abs *shudder*
 
impressive said:
Feh! She's a pussycat (ya just gotta know how to stroke her)

I know, but if she knows i know she'll bget all grumpy. She likes to think we all think she's a bitch ;)
 
impressive said:
(ya just gotta know how to stroke her)
... so she doesn't chew your hand off ... <cough> I mean, yes, Abs is just a pussy. :cathappy:
 
yui said:
... so she doesn't chew your hand off ... <cough> I mean, yes, Abs is just a pussy. :cathappy:


Exactly why my fantasies involving the surly one only involve me giving oral...
 
impressive said:
I wanna kiss the birthday boy. :catroar:


all kisses gratefully accepted and returned...

ok, someone go tell Carson I said ALL...
 
all kisses will be returned with the same effort and enthusiasm they are given with...so don't hold back y'all...
 
Belegon said:
all kisses will be returned with the same effort and enthusiasm they are given with...so don't hold back y'all...


Mmmmmmmmm ... enthusiasm. :D
 
Belegon said:
all kisses will be returned with the same effort and enthusiasm they are given with...so don't hold back y'all...

Nervously I bite my lower lip, feeling the blood throbbing there, making my lips ache. I take a deep breath and lean in. My mouth touches his. The birthday boy freezes in surprise as my arms wrap around him and squeeze him as my lips press harder against his.

I drop back as suddenly as I threw myself at him, my cheeks a hot blushing haze of arousal and nerves. Gulp.
 
English Lady said:
Nervously I bite my lower lip, feeling the blood throbbing there, making my lips ache. I take a deep breath and lean in. My mouth touches his. The birthday boy freezes in surprise as my arms wrap around him and squeeze him as my lips press harder against his.

I drop back as suddenly as I threw myself at him, my cheeks a hot blushing haze of arousal and nerves. Gulp.

The line is long and wonder if I will be compared to the others that have come before me, and if I will be found lacking in some obscure skill that can only be gained by experience. I feel gauche and young and uncertain in the face of such comparisons, but I gather my courage around me in a somewhat paltry cloak and I step forward.

He smells like sin and sex and all things good in this world. I want to bathe him with my tongue and let him bathe me in his scent of soap and man and lust. I want to wallow in him, but instead, I quickly press my lips to his. A touch of warmth and softness, of restrained lust and gentleness. I kiss him with my heart, a bit of my soul, and when my tongue touches his bottom lip, I think to myself that I haven't ever tasted anything so sweet. Greedy, I take his bottom lip into my mouth, biting that plush pillow of flesh with a gentleness that is at odds with my desire to devour him. Sweet.

Drawing back, my eyes still closed, I think, this is sweetness, and I move away, making room for the next person in line.





Not that I've thought about it or anything. :eek:
 
yui said:
The line is long and wonder if I will be compared to the others that have come before me, and if I will be found lacking in some obscure skill that can only be gained by experience. I feel gauche and young and uncertain in the face of such comparisons, but I gather my courage around me in a somewhat paltry cloak and I step forward.

He smells like sin and sex and all things good in this world. I want to bathe him with my tongue and let him bathe me in his scent of soap and man and lust. I want to wallow in him, but instead, I quickly press my lips to his. A touch of warmth and softness, of restrained lust and gentleness. I kiss him with my heart, a bit of my soul, and when my tongue touches his bottom lip, I think to myself that I haven't ever tasted anything so sweet. Greedy, I take his bottom lip into my mouth, biting that plush pillow of flesh with a gentleness that is at odds with my desire to devour him. Sweet.

Drawing back, my eyes still closed, I think, this is sweetness, and I move away, making room for the next person in line.

I wait my turn, patiently watching him sample the lips of others and thrilling to the knowledge that the essence of each will remain when I finally taste of him. He sees me -- there, leaning against the door frame, biding my time. He knows what I'm thinking and he winks, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth as the nubile yui melts into his arms.

Last. I'll go last. In that way I'll savor not only his mouth, but that of each who has gone before. He knows I'll nip playfully at his tongue, and I know his beard will leave a tingly memory on the skin of my face. He knows.

;)
 
Blows a playful kiss at the Birthday Stud

Happy Birthday, Belegon! May your day be filled with all the things that make you smile.
 
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