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Post by thefuture on Aug 28, 2007 12:22:51 GMT -4
Oh fuck......
Was it because of the sword or her riding him that caused him to utter the two simple words? Who knows? Who cares? He was going out the way any guy would dream of. Having sex of course! His breathing patterns quickened as he was getting closer and closer to his release. She had him at her complete mercy. Nothing much he could do except sit back and enjoy the "ride" while it lasted. He could only hope she could last forever without exploding so he could live until his heart stop beating because of all the blood rushing to his member.
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 28, 2007 12:45:17 GMT -4
The moans of Misaki get louder and louder while the time she will reach her climax comes closer and closer. It was just a matter of seconds and as it looks like the same goes for Showtime. He has his eyes wide opened, staring at the beautiful body in front of him, knowing that this could be his lost shot in the spotlight. The movement of her hips increase even more and then as she could feel how her climax build up deep inside of her…Misaki slowly raise her sword above her head knowing that the right time to strike will come soon.
Oh…..Gooosssshhhhhhhh
Misaki screams out as she could feel how Showtime comes inside of her. This little event just started her own climax as well….biting in her bottom lip, Misaki knows that now the right time has come and because of that…she swings her sword down.
SLASH!!
Blood is flowing through the room as Misaki just cut of the head of her lover. She throws the sword down to the floor before she collapse on top of him. Her body is still shaking from the explosion a few seconds ago…..What a night.
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Post by thefuture on Aug 28, 2007 12:54:48 GMT -4
He snaps up out of bed, sweat covering his entire body. He looks around, seeing the light of the day pouring into the room like the drinks had poured into his shot glass the day before. He shades his eyes from the sun with an arm, taking a quick look around the room. Nothing. Absolutely....nothing. He sighs heavily. It was all a dream. But, how much of it? In his room? On his couch? The security lady and pervy kid? The elevator? The Tower View Restaurant? When had it all turned from reality to dream? When exactly had he drifted off to sleep? His head told him he had indeed gotten drunk. After that, he was unsure what had happened. One thing was for sure. He was alive and well, all appendages attached.
WAIT A SEC!
He looks under the covers, breathing another big sigh of relief. Still there. He wipes the sweat off his forehead, lifting the covers off of himself and heading for the shower. He needed to wash yesterday away and train for the upcoming show.
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Post by Misaki Yoshida on Aug 28, 2007 13:12:06 GMT -4
Hmm.....
Misaki moans as she opens her eyes after she has collapsted on top of Showtime. But…where is he? No Showtime? No Blood?....What the fuck? … She sat up in her bed, her whole body is covert with sweat and her sheets are stinking after alcohol?
Damn…that was such a nice dream.
Misaki says and let out a disappointed sigh…good things only happens in her dreams. She moves her feets over the edge of her bed and sat up completely. If she could only know what was a dream and what was real?...She can remember that she was in the tower view…speaking with Showtime, drinking some alcohol with him…but the rest…what is true and what not. Misaki doesn’t know it and because of that she stands up and walks over to her bath room to take a very hot shower….
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