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Date Posted: 00:13:57 06/08/03 Sun
Author: Roxy
Subject: Right back atcha.
In reply to: Roxy 's message, ".boredom post, but long and mayhaps interesting--give it a click." on 00:30:46 06/01/03 Sun

The fierce eyes of the crimson cortezan carefully capture and trap the gaze of the steed, and for one moment - one glorious moment - the storm that rages within her mind pours itself and all its concentrated fury into the stallion's innocent retinas, driving much farther than the optic nerve. The intensity remains, but again, Roxy has cast her spell; left her mark; entrapped her victim.

Fluted lobs against her skull, the young thespian closes in on the all-knowing in a similar fashion to that of predator and prey. When the mieve can clearly recognize the soft but distinctive pinpricks of erotic whiskers - BIG BROTHER's whiskers - against her sensitive muzzle, she flares her papery nares further and huffs softly, conveying her pleasure of the sensitivity through a unchaste snort against the very maw of the opposition.

Pota bor�. Chats�. Pirouette. Now facing him, Roxy matches the grace of the ballet dancer to the nines with him. She lowers that sequined crown, containing those stygian, mesmorizing orbs, this time pressing her broad ruby forehead against that of the steed. As soon as it happened she reversed quickly, a buck turning into a reversed leap and with a toss of whipped tresses she wheels, batting those eyes yet again.

If I were a bell I'd be ringing.
If I were a bridge I'd be burning.
If I were a goose I'd be....

cooked.

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[> big brother is watching you -- rather hungrily -- Big Brother, 00:17:57 06/08/03 Sun [1]

The dark bay boar shudders delightedly. What the hell, what was one fling, just one night? It wouldn't damage his perfect reputation. That much. His eyes slide closed, he could feel where she was, the bouncing red ball of sensual energy that was enticing him to do things that he wouldn't've thought of before. He anticipated her movements, strong elms keeping her not too far from him at all times. "You're quite businesslike about this. It means nothing?" He asks in a deep, slightly hoarse voice.

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