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Date Posted: 23:08:15 07/30/02 Tue
Author: echo
Author Host/IP: 216.61.223.134
Subject: .soul food anyone?.
In reply to: . Wolf . 's message, "And vibration in my soul" on 14:29:23 07/30/02 Tue

as feminine figure lowers stygian clad self upon crimson vinyl of stool lithe appendages cross comfortably over the polished surface of the bar, slim pistons tucking towards the center support of the seat. the males `once over` is noticed without so much as a glimpse towards him, the vixen well tuned to the burn of another�s eyes upon bod', own visuals indulging in similar act as his attention is momentarily shifted. with a comfortable smirk vision is turned to tender, digits tapping lightly against solid surface in beat to fast paced music as order is sent forth. 'i`ll have another scotch .. straight.' awaiting order a simper briefly spans sun darkened features as it arrives, swiftly replaced by usual smirk as dactyls encircle the smooth glass. visionaries scanning the tender's physique almost teasingly as a quick 'thanks' is given. forever the flirt. but losing interest in he quickly, attention focused for now focused on drink, stool is spun around, glass brought to lips as dark liquid slips down throat. pulling the glass slightly away, elbows resting gently against the bar edge, a sidelong glance tossed to virile companion. oral muscle flicking out to slip across lower labia slowly. gaze turned away idly, though attention remaining upon him.

{okies, no prob}

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No thanks, I'm on a diet -- . Wolf ., 13:24:03 07/31/02 Wed