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Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:49:10 09/01/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 152.163.189.98 In reply to: Sayyid Laheeb 's message, "Taken In" on 12:48:17 08/30/02 Fri .| vision shifted and slight departure was made. a few steps to the side distanced herself and the stallion, but not out of fear. but fatale as well loved to bask in solitude. |. .| hindmost tresses flickered and the final remaining scent of estrus was exhibited, but she was coming out of estrus soon and too her the sooner or better. yes, slave dancer wanted a foal eventually, maybe even soon. femora herself was unsure. |. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Thoughts Author: Sayyid Laheeb [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 05:14:27 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 216.206.39.242 Dished head is held aloft and nares expand with pale crimsons expos'd. Delicate scent o' estrus is picked up by brute, masculine rumble emmittin' forth from deep within hull o' beast. Thoughts toil within mind o' blackblood steed as testosterone rages through him. In typical blackblood fashion, thoughts o' reproduction through force enter to mind, but art quickly pushed away. Cutthroat twas o' more respect then that. That punishment was fitting to a daft silverblood wench, not to that o' the Nerezza valkyrie. If he twere chosen, it twould be in her own time. Only then shalt his spawn reign hell upon earth. Sayyid Laheeb + + + Master of the Flame + + + Can You Tame the Flame? + + + [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:08:26 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 .| vixen thought for a few moments. the brute seemed worthy enough to be the paternal of the blackblood foal that she wore bear. perhaps it was time. |. .| dyrads maternal had been simply amazing as a dame, maybe slave dancer would be just as good. femora believed it was about time for her to birth a foal and settle down with one brujo. her having a foal with him would come with one and only one condition: that for now she would be the only fatale he consisted have. |. .| the proposal was shown in her optical speheres rather then verbally. if he twas ready for his blood to be passed, then she was. there was something about the stallion. it could be that he respected her andh and had not tried to force breed on her, or try to steal the title of Cutthroat. But she liked him. |. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Sidestep Author: Sayyid Laheeb [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:59:21 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 216.206.39.121 Sidestep is made in excitement, passing aside the dominatrix. Nape extends and ivories reveal, dentiles nippin' the fatales silken pelt gently. Her terms he agreed with, for no other vix had e'er struck him the way she did, and he felt no other shall. Prancin' in place, pistons raise and strike the ground forcefully, excitement barely contained. Creation o' foal shall commence . . . but first to rid her terra o' the pesky silvers. Sayyid Laheeb + + + Master of the Flame + + + Can You Tame the Flame? + + + [ Post a Reply to This Message ]