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I'm back. Did I miss Chantily?

So, did ya' miss me?

Missed me by a fraction. I'll be back in every now and again, I'm like a ghost haunting the place. Damn difficult to get rid of me but very hard to catch sometimes. ;) Least for right now. And less to be in the next 3 weeks while my insanity is completed.:eek:

And you should post yours moods more often;):devil:
 
hmmm...is that your way of telling me I need to put on a lot more clothes? :eek:

Umm. . .no:devil:

VM said:
Kiten in the middle

Is that like that game I used to play when I was younger? What was it. . .ah yes. . .Monkey In The Middle! You put a kid between two other kids and throw a ball above the one in the middle (the monkey). . .if the monkey cought it he/she got to switch with the one who threw it. I hated being the monkey. . .:mad:
 
dropping off the beginning of a musing...

...I beckon you. Clothed in only your beauty, you step before me. I sit, my head level with your tummy but my certainity towering above you. Reaching out, the back of my fingers caress the inside of your succulent thighs. With barely a tap, you know to widen your stance to shoulder width. "Place your hands behind your head," I whisper. Doing as instructed, you interlace your fingers.

I place one hand on your hip and rise. My eyes see within yours your sense of hesitation...and anticipation. Never leaving your hip, i walk around you, my arm enwrapping you. My other hand now comes to rest along your spine, relishing such splendor that is mine. I lean in, only allowing you the feel of my breath against your neck, causing you to shiver. You feel my hands leave you now. You can hear the rustle of fabric. Curious, you listen intently, knowing that you are not to turn around. Such a good girl you are.

I bring my hands in front of your face, where you can see now that I hold a blindfold. I place the mask upon your face, noticing your lip trembling...with anticipation? I tie it behind your head, careful not to overlap your fingers. Losing one sense, your other become heightened. You can sense me, hear me, feel the air as I move around you. Will I kiss you? Caress you? spank you with my leather belt? The last thought wettens you. You listen oh so carefully for the sound of leather being drawn slowly through belt loops. The moisture on the inside of your thigh becomes distracting. Did I draw my belt, you wonder.
 
...I beckon you. Clothed in only your beauty, you step before me. I sit, my head level with your tummy but my certainity towering above you. Reaching out, the back of my fingers caress the inside of your succulent thighs. With barely a tap, you know to widen your stance to shoulder width. "Place your hands behind your head," I whisper. Doing as instructed, you interlace your fingers.

I place one hand on your hip and rise. My eyes see within yours your sense of hesitation...and anticipation. Never leaving your hip, i walk around you, my arm enwrapping you. My other hand now comes to rest along your spine, relishing such splendor that is mine. I lean in, only allowing you the feel of my breath against your neck, causing you to shiver. You feel my hands leave you now. You can hear the rustle of fabric. Curious, you listen intently, knowing that you are not to turn around. Such a good girl you are.

I bring my hands in front of your face, where you can see now that I hold a blindfold. I place the mask upon your face, noticing your lip trembling...with anticipation? I tie it behind your head, careful not to overlap your fingers. Losing one sense, your other become heightened. You can sense me, hear me, feel the air as I move around you. Will I kiss you? Caress you? spank you with my leather belt? The last thought wettens you. You listen oh so carefully for the sound of leather being drawn slowly through belt loops. The moisture on the inside of your thigh becomes distracting. Did I draw my belt, you wonder.

keep going...
 
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