I'm gonna call someone

canadiancutie said:
why do you always want me to go down? It's not fair, you're up all the time


Talk to it like you do and it goes up. It's not my fault! :D
 
Betticus said:
Talk to it like you do and it goes up. It's not my fault! :D


aww now I can't talk to you anymore because you made it creepy, thanks a lot :p

ps-I think you should call me because I totally called you
 
Betticus said:
The sort where there is clearly only one winner! Hehehehehe.

Hmmm...coming from you that could be a good or bad thing but it probably won't be boring.

Course now you'll probably make us play rock/paper/scissor or pick a number or something. ~sigh~
 
canadiancutie said:
aww now I can't talk to you anymore because you made it creepy, thanks a lot :p

ps-I think you should call me because I totally called you

Awww. But you are just so cute. And vegan. And stuff. I might just have to call you again. :)

But first, this little poll.

Then maybe we can do a weekly Dom/me phone call poll.
 
Betticus said:
Awww. But you are just so cute. And vegan. And stuff. I might just have to call you again. :)

But first, this little poll.

Then maybe we can do a weekly Dom/me phone call poll.
is there a poll on this thread?
 
Betticus said:
Awww. But you are just so cute. And vegan. And stuff. I might just have to call you again. :)

But first, this little poll.

Then maybe we can do a weekly Dom/me phone call poll.


haha I'm not cute. However, phones calls make my soul giggle.
 
I nominate AstralKiss, because she noticed something that may lead to the identity of our Sir Quam Alt. If she wants it that is... I can't remember which side of the fence she plays on...
 
canadiancutie said:
he's too silly to make a poll without reassurance from the lit folk.


Sorry, I couldn't quite make that out with the French accent.

It sounded something like "I really want some organic eggplant right now".
 
you can call me anytime

sure call me. Eastern Time Zone. let me know I will PM you my number... but not after 11 p.m. I am asleep at that time.
 
Okay, it's Betticus's bedtime. I have to get up early and go to work.

Sweet dreams all you devastating lil girlies!

(Just kidding about the French accent, she really doesn't have one)
 
Betticus said:
Okay, it's Betticus's bedtime. I have to get up early and go to work.

Sweet dreams all you devastating lil girlies!

(Just kidding about the French accent, she really doesn't have one)
lol so who are you calling?
 
Betticus said:
And he bound her arms, wrists together and stretched her across his bed. He attached the rope to the frame securely so that she could not escape.

Her skin golden and pale in the candlelight he brought forth the warm bowl and the little brush. Her eyes widened as she realized that she was about to endure one of the most heinous tortures imaginable.

He dipped the brush into the bowl as a gasp of fear escaped her parted lips like a breath of wind escaping into the night. A lone tear ran down her perfect cheek as he brougt his brush to her skin.

The warm, dark chocolate coated her nipples ever so teasingly. Her back arched in agony so pure that she could not even scream out her safeword. The scent of his evil potion erasing all conscious thought as he sat the bowl aside and smiled down on her helpless body. A light sheen of sweat making her skin shine, she panted fast like a panicked rabbit being chased by a ravenous wolf.

His lips touched her as the first real fire lashed through her mind and body, she detached from herself to float in a haze of sensation and sound. Her eyes shut tightly to avoid having to see him violate her in such a terrible manner. Unable to shut out the feelings, unable to stop the flow of heated sound escaping her throat he did not show mercy. Her chocolate coated were his playthings, her wrists securely caught in his web of deceit and greed. He fed upon her until he wrenched from her innocent body that which he wanted. The first wave of ecstasy slammed into her in a bone numbing crash which repeated again and again as he made her cum for him.

Shaking and weak, satisfied he finally untied the ropes. The smirk of the victorious on his face he held her trembling body against him. Kissing her face and her lips as she tried to fathom what had just happened to her. Her tears of joy he kissed away, stolen from her body just as he stole everything else of hers. Her scent, her taste and her heart. He was a thief

I've said it before. You can lay down some fine words Sir!

*smiles*

Fury :rose:

*Goes to find mini Heath bars.*
 
Kajira Callista said:
this thread is confusing me :confused:

Awwwww, just try not to read too much into it lol. He'll probably tack all our names into a poll and ask lit who he should call.
 
canadiancutie said:
haha well I am french...but I worked hard at getting rid of my accent so implying that I have one is mean!
Don't feel bad CC, I'm constantly asked where I'm from because of my "accent" (I don't notice I have one). I was asked by a coworker of mine who was from Germany what part of Europe I was from, he was guessing by my accent that I'm from somewhere in the south of france... I'm from California, raised by a long line of Californians, withe extensive California heritage (Ya probably get it by now, I'm Californian, I don't get it. Maybe its because I enunciate[sp?] clearly and alot of Americans don't.(my mom is hearing impared, so if I mumble she doesn't understand what I'm saying)
 
Betticus said:
Sorry, I couldn't quite make that out with the French accent.

It sounded something like "I really want some organic eggplant right now".


do you enjoy being a male? if not, keep mentioning the french thing :)
 
tealsphynx said:
Don't feel bad CC, I'm constantly asked where I'm from because of my "accent" (I don't notice I have one). I was asked by a coworker of mine who was from Germany what part of Europe I was from, he was guessing by my accent that I'm from somewhere in the south of france... I'm from California, raised by a long line of Californians, withe extensive California heritage (Ya probably get it by now, I'm Californian, I don't get it. Maybe its because I enunciate[sp?] clearly and alot of Americans don't.(my mom is hearing impared, so if I mumble she doesn't understand what I'm saying)


awww, that's cool.
 
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