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In fact, I'm watching an event on Versus right now that was originally a pay per view event back in April. I'm glad they are rerunning it.

I have one pistol, a .22 magnum revolver. The rest I have are rifles, but also .22 caliber: a single shot bolt rifle, and a Henry lever action cowboy style rifle. I'm a huge John Wayne fan so I love that Henry rifle! It's so beautiful too, bright polished brass receiver and barrel lug and butt plate. The bright shiny brass sets off the wood grain of the stock so beautifully!

*laughs softly* Milady, the way you talk about your rifles, you sound like you could simply have an orgasm.
 
I agree. I can never get into Nascar. It's like watching golf on TV. :rolleyes:

I want the government to realize that if they could set things up right, they could make street racing legal, safe, and profitable for them. They just have to realize that street racers have to be able to dodge obstacles with millimeters to spare. That takes a level of skill that's beyond Nascar racers.
 
I agree. I can never get into Nascar. It's like watching golf on TV. :rolleyes: Wasn't it George Carlin who once said it's like watching flies fuck!

Give me open wheel racing anytime. Now there's a true sport. In fact, the Indy 500 was today. I was so glad to see that Dan Wheldon won.
 
I know. I would never agree to write a story like that, but I was writing one with a drow elf, and the guy asked me to play his character's npc mother for a short part of the story. Then he started telling me the back story about how she had this curse on her that she was attracted to her son. The curse was put on her by her rapist, who was the man who fathered the son off her by the rape, so it was all screwed up. By then I had already agreed to play the npc part for that part of the story. Once it got going into the scene, it just got crazy.

He shrugs and then shakes his head. "Well, at that point, or at some point in there, you just have to say, 'Well, I'm not as comfortable with this.' I mean, if you can't write something with ease, then why bother trying too hard?" He smiles at her.
 
He shrugs and then shakes his head. "Well, at that point, or at some point in there, you just have to say, 'Well, I'm not as comfortable with this.' I mean, if you can't write something with ease, then why bother trying too hard?" He smiles at her.

Yeah, thinking back on it, that was one of the reasons I began to lose interest in writing in the stories. But you know how I like to be a pleaser. I just don't like to disappoint my partners.

*Sliding my toes up his leg under the table, looking completely innocent above the table.*
 
Yeah, thinking back on it, that was one of the reasons I began to lose interest in writing in the stories. But you know how I like to be a pleaser. I just don't like to disappoint my partners.

*Sliding my toes up his leg under the table, looking completely innocent above the table.*

He gives her a quick glance, his lips quirking up at the edges in amusement, but he doesn't give any indication that he notices what she's doing other than to move his leg back against hers playfully. He does glance down at her breasts, rather typically of him, pausing to admire them for a moment. He realizes that he's finished his water, but does not feel the desire to leave and get another at the moment.

I didn't say have an orgasm on them, Missy Elf! :D

He smirks and chuckles slightly to himself at the exchange, shaking his head with amusement.
 
So I think that I should be put in charge of designing the next generation tank. Any objections?
 
Oh, certainly not! There are some things you just shouldn't insert into other places, but I was referring to the sticky fingers that may result. ;) :D

He grins again at the elf. "Probably best to just keep certain objects a safe distance away during various activities."
 
The manufacturers do recommend keeping the firearm well lubricated. :D

He nods. "I think they sell a commercial product for that purpose. Gun oil, I've heard it called." He shrugs again, playfully, leaning over to playfully flick her nipple with his fingertip. Hey, naked elf, too hard to lay off.
 
He nods. "I think they sell a commercial product for that purpose. Gun oil, I've heard it called." He shrugs again, playfully, leaning over to playfully flick her nipple with his fingertip. Hey, naked elf, too hard to lay off.

*Yelps at the sudden escalation, my foot jerks sharply, a slight kick too near a tender area. But I manage to pull it in time.*

Hey! Easy there, mister! Those things are tender!
 
*Yelps at the sudden escalation, my foot jerks sharply, a slight kick too near a tender area. But I manage to pull it in time.*

Hey! Easy there, mister! Those things are tender!

He flinches, slightly, as her foot jerks and connects right next to his thigh, but he avoids reacting too terribly obviously other than that. He winks back at her. "Oh, sorry darlin', couldn't help myself? Shall I kiss it better?"

Without waiting on a response, grinning wickedly, he leans in very quickly to press his lips against the nipple, kissing it softly, and then letting his tongue linger for a moment before straightening back up.

"And...where were we? Yes, gun oil." He chuckles.
 
He flinches, slightly, as her foot jerks and connects right next to his thigh, but he avoids reacting too terribly obviously other than that. He winks back at her. "Oh, sorry darlin', couldn't help myself? Shall I kiss it better?"

Without waiting on a response, grinning wickedly, he leans in very quickly to press his lips against the nipple, kissing it softly, and then letting his tongue linger for a moment before straightening back up.

"And...where were we? Yes, gun oil." He chuckles.

*The contrast of stinging followed by the soothing lips and tongue elicits a small moan of appreciation of the way he makes his amends, and scatters any coherent thoughts about other subjects for the moment like autumn leaves scattered before the wind.

Huh? Wha? 'Gun oil'? Oh, yeah, that's right. Lubrication. Everything is much better with proper lubrication! ;)
 
*The contrast of stinging followed by the soothing lips and tongue elicits a small moan of appreciation of the way he makes his amends, and scatters any coherent thoughts about other subjects for the moment like autumn leaves scattered before the wind.

Huh? Wha? 'Gun oil'? Oh, yeah, that's right. Lubrication. Everything is much better with proper lubrication! ;)

He smiled at her, winking as he nodded in agreement. "Yes, quite certainly. It really makes a big difference." He chuckles at her, watching her thoughtfully for a moment. He leans over to kiss her cheek softly and then glances around.

"Hmm, where did everyone else go?" His hand reaches over and rests innocently her lap.
 
He smiled at her, winking as he nodded in agreement. "Yes, quite certainly. It really makes a big difference." He chuckles at her, watching her thoughtfully for a moment. He leans over to kiss her cheek softly and then glances around.

"Hmm, where did everyone else go?" His hand reaches over and rests innocently her lap.

"Still here" she peeps up
 
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