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- Saul Stormbringer - 06-11-2012 [html]
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It had been five days since the incident that had thrown everything into such perspective for the young leader. Their trip had started as a nice and pleasant exploration of Amherst, although Lilin had been impatient and she'd gone ahead. Saul didn't know how long he had kept her waiting, but the scene he arrived to was one of tension and anger. The flash of a sword had plunged his body into freezing temperatures, the thwack to Lilin's head was sure to have killed her. He'd found her alive but unconscious and it had taken everything in him to reign in the anger and take her back to Jordheim. He'd managed to rouse her and after giving her something to bring out the swelling and reduce the pain, his admission of love was returned. He recognised now that the timing hadn't been good, but desperate times often brought those deepest secrets forward when they could have been easily said elsewhere. For the most part, the young Stormbringer was relieved that she now knew the extent of his feelings for her and knowing that she reciprocated was a joyous thing to hear. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 06-12-2012 [html] (407) wotd fantast. and I lied, this sucks ;; -fails- Her injury was progressively getting better over time. It protruded a lot less, the concealed lump shrinking noticeably with every passing day. Lilin could tell just by running her fingers over the area - it had matured into a solid mass, unlike the soft cushiony surface Saul had initially been so concerned about. The headaches and bouts of dizziness would still come, just as frequently if not more, but they would last no longer than five to ten minutes. She could definitely live with that – they weren’t debilitating to the point where she could not function and perform her daily tasks. A break here and there did not hinder her responsibilities, border duty included. Of course, she knew her pack mates and family likely would not agree with her – Saul being the first. With Bran’s partnership during her last undertaking, she knew her beau would undoubtedly be informed sooner or later. Her co-leader hadn’t sought her out as of yet, which was a surprising thing in itself. Lilin was still mulling over it all when a knock on her door redirected her attention to her impromptu guest's probable identity. Assumptions were usually best avoided but in this case, there were no doubts in her mind that her visitor was in fact the man she’d been thinking about. For a fantast such as herself, it was not unexpected. Pack members did not impose themselves this late, with the exception of the Godja who was comfortable enough to just waltz on in without announcing herself. The Soulstorm heir had been sorting through her collection of fabrics, developing a preference for the softness of the silk linens she’d found in a residential area of Amherst a day or two before the assault. She’d placed her velvety smooth treasures on her straw mattress, atop the pelts she already owned. Like most decorative items, her materials never failed to catch her interest. Not many people could easily pry her from her self-obtained fabrics; Saul’s beckoning, however, was plenty enough to make her drop everything. She was at the door within seconds, opening it just a crack to peer outside and plunge into the verdant hues of his irises. “Yes...?” she responded haughtily, biting down on her lower lip to keep herself from smiling. Lilin had never been a fan of rules and regulations; her beau’s knocking was unnecessary; as unnecessary as her snooty performance. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 06-13-2012 [html]
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Standing outside her door, the young male couldn't help glancing around surreptitiously around himself. He and Lilin had announced nothing yet and there was a certain amount of taboo about their relationship that it presented itself as the forbidden fruit. It was for this reason that a smirk refused to shift from his lips, his tail swinging back and forth as the thought of being caught washed over him. He felt, for all intents and purposes, like a naughty pup doing something he knew he shouldn't do- sneaky away from the pack lands, seeing a friend who had been deemed a bad influence. Of course, the situation was slightly reversed- he had no-one to answer to except the female behind this door. A deep chuckle escaped his nose and before he could cover it, the door swung open. Her haughty 'Yes' was a surprise, before the press of her teeth into her bottom lip revealed her attempt at holding in her amusement. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 06-21-2012 [html] (658) maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaajor pp, my bad! ;> ''Evening, handsome.'' Her response greeted his instantly, mimicking the same level of enthusiasm granted to her by flicking her brushy tail in a matching cadence. Her performance was clearly short-lived; her conceited exterior melting with the lasciviousness fueling his flattering words and his ensuing kiss. They hadn't seen each other in some time now, safe for a few moments that required their objective attention as leaders and not forbidden lovers. It was incredibly hard to keep herself from reaching out to him whenever they crossed paths, out there where they could be seen. Darkness was a newfound comfort to the dichotomous female; secrets came out of hiding, and sins were camouflaged under a heavy blanket of shadows. Only the dim light of a scarlet lampion burning in the bedroom served as a light source; a discreet way of illuminating her dwelling with different hues. A few candles of the sort had been salvaged from an old catholic church in Amherst. She liked the variety they offered, often matching the silks and linens on display. Lilin had also found several incense sticks - she didn't particularly know what they were for nor how to use them, but the fragrance emanating from them without the use of fire was both subtle and lovely enough. The Soulstorm heir had willingly moved aside when her companion had wordlessly expressed his desire to enter, closing the wooden door shut behind her. She couldn't help the anxiety that surfaced at that moment; rarely did they meet under her roof, secluded from the world, far from prying eyes or little Teme's presence. Their only immediate threat was the Godja's inattention, fixed easily enough with the antique lock adorning the door. She did not move to him immediately, allowing her back to press against the pinewood while inwardly debating whether to use the locking mechanism or not. Her beau, however, took on the role of the decisive one by sparking a conversation and closing in on the distance between them. ''I'm feeling better,'' she replied truthfully, pairing her affirmation with a persuasive smile. Details would have been provided too, if only he hadn't dissuaded her from doing so with a simple touch. His arms found their rightful place around her waist, awakening a yearning all too familiar within her - she wanted to return his attentiveness by asking how he'd been too but with each nibble deposited on her body, the Virding found herself becoming very, very selfish. "I can't-" she paused, the rest of her sentence catching in her throat as his tongue collided with her ear. Lilin found herself clinging to him for stability, returning the gesture by aiming a lick at his chin. "I can't stop thinking about you." Her declaration was hushed, scarcely above a whisper - it took every bit of willpower to pry herself from his embrace, knowing they would never move away from that front door if she gave in to his caresses immediately. "Come." It was an invitation, yes, but with an authoritarian glint in her mediterranean eyes. Her hands found his and she gave them a small tug, guiding him to the illuminated room where she would be able to clearly see his face. She had no ulterior motives; Lilin yearned to see a variety of emotions wash over him, fueled by her very own actions. It was an empowering feeling, one she enjoyed far too much. How far would he allow her to string him along before his own dominant side took over? This was a game of sorts - how far was too far? It wasn't long before Lilin had her back against the mattress, amidst the silks she'd been sorting through moments earlier. "I remember that night-" she murmured, blue irises fixated on his still standing silhouette. Her right hand began snaking down the flowy material of her cerulean pareo as she spoke, tracing and accenting her every curve. "when you asked me to dance for you, the hunger in your eyes. Do you remember, Saul?" #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 06-22-2012 [html]
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Her response was met with a crooked grin and the automatic rub of the heel of his hand over her hipbone. He couldn't help it, bringing her closer and dipping his head down to capture her lips in his own. It was as natural as breathing, moving their lips together, sliding tongues over one another and away once more, to travel back and take another shot at the delicious nectar in each others mouths. It was a primal desire that drove Saul to hold her tighter, kiss her just that little bit harder before she pulled away. He was sincerely grateful she'd pushed the door closed behind her- his son would have been traumatised if he'd caught sight of the wood between Saul's legs at that moment. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 07-04-2012 [html] (396) asfhajksfhakf. -fails some more- Nothing could erase the memory of that night. She remembered everything - the crackling fire, the alcohol, his piercing stare through the flames; all of which had caused her body temperature to rise even higher. She'd even come to terms with her aversion for vodka after tasting it on his tongue during their first, forbidden kiss. There was no way she'd ever forget any of it and she sincerely doubted he would either. It felt like they had been thrown back in time, several moons ago when they had still been in denial; struggling to stay away from one another. The intensity in his eyes foretold greatness- Lilin knew that he would cave in shortly; not only did his gaze betray him, but the manner with which he'd uttered her name was a testament to the tangible tension separating them. It took him a lengthy moment to respond- long enough for her fingers to hook the hem of her pareo, sliding it up her own thighs. They had seen each other without clothes on before; their evening swim at the lake was one instance when they'd left their garments on the sandy beach. She hadn't felt the slightest hint of timidity then, but the circumstances had also been different. This time, her beau's restlessness and passion were indisputable and quite evident. Lilin's azure irises could not divert from the faint outline in his cut off shorts; proof enough that he hadn't stopped by for a casual chit-chat. She was about to deem herself lucky, silently thanking the Gods that her arousal was nowhere near as apparent as his - that is, until he allowed his body to encase her lower half. The Soulstorm heir caught her breath, noticeably taken aback by his initiative. Her hand froze mid-movement, releasing her makeshift dress right above the sensitive region resting mere inches from her co-leader's face. Their roles had been reversed in one swift movement; Lilin could only watch on propped elbows, catching the mischievous grin adorning his face seconds before his tongue came into contact with her inner thigh. It was only then that she released a frenzied exhale, her body animating with a head-to-toe shudder. Her head fell back against the silks with a longing whimper and her fingers found and twined in his hair. ''Gods help us,'' she pleaded quietly, both afraid and enticed by what would come. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 07-06-2012 [html]
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Green eyes darkened perceptibly, the pupils widening and the emerald colour literally darkening until they were a dark forest green. Conscious and rational thought fled from his mind and a primal, feral gleam washed over his gaze. His eyes flickered, constantly back and forth as he caught the motion of her hands. The soft, silky stroke of her thigh as she slid up her pareo resulted in a very low, rumbling growl from deep in his chest. He hadn't come here with this intention, but now he found his arousal too much to bear and he couldn't hold back any longer. He'd fallen forward, his torso pinning her legs underneath him. Hands hands up against the outside of her thighs, gripping tight enough to keep her still. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 07-13-2012 [html] (320) loveme? Lust and love were united inexorably - it was all so overwhelming, exhilarating and too much to withstand all at once. Lilin was well aware of the change in ambiance, in their perspective of each other. There was no shame, no fear, no feelings of inadequacy. Here, lying on the bed and pinned under his powerful yet loving embrace, caution was thrown to the wind. The lecherous manner with which Saul applied his weight to her body only served to trigger a provoking resistance from the Soulstorm heir. The tighter his grip got on her thighs, the harder her fingers held on to his mane. She too could hold her own, rewarding him with some gratification even from a disadvantageous position. She was beginning to understand what turned him on; the wordless rumbling in the back of his throat a sure indication of his appreciation. Her beau's relentless nipping coaxed consecutive low-key growls and a twitch of her tail, thumping softly against the straw mattress. Never would she have expected they would make it this far; it was endearing and wherever they were headed, she didn't want him to stop. They were almost at the point of no return. Neither she or him could think objectively. Lilin currently breathed solely to please the object of her affection, to nurture their relationship further and to hear the guttural sounds emitted with his growing arousal. Aside from skipped breaths and hushed whimpers, she had remained relatively discreet up until the moment where he'd willingly pressed his face into her, his tongue winding up and around that tiny bud. It was then that her first true audible moan echoed throughout the house. With each flick of his tongue came more of them, gradually diminishing in power until she strenuously got them under control. She didn't care who heard or the fact that the overhead window was open. The Virding was at her co-leader's mercy. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 07-14-2012 [html]
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He could feel the iron grip with which she held on to his hair and he couldn't drag up the courage to admit that he liked the pain of having his hair tugged. Perhaps she would work it out. The crushing embrace they held each other with was never too tight for him and there was no verbal or nonverbal complaint from his belle to tell him that his grip on her hips was too much. The thump of her tail on the bed was a good indicator, although its movement was mostly brushed aside as his face pressed against the apex of her thighs and he allowed himself to taste the sweet nectar there. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Lilin Soulstorm - 07-14-2012 [html] (431) -- Undiluted pleasure ripped through her body - she trembled with his actions, lustful shudders running over her entire physique. Subconsciously, she writhed under his attention, occasionally shying away when his touch became too insistent and then moving closer to meet his hot breath once more, instigating a retaliation from his probing tongue. She murmured his name between spasmodic breaths, allowing both of her legs to tighten around him when more pressure was applied. Lilin couldn't possibly absorb all of the sensations, the feelings coursing through her body too wonderful for anything but senseless rapture. Her beau had taken her to paradise, a place foreign to her until this very moment. It was a bittersweet moment- she was lost in a moment of pure ecstasy and not knowing what would come next drove her wild with anticipation. One of her beau's fingers glided between her folds, dipping inside before she could even react. It was an awkward feeling at first, a new experience the Soulstorm heir would have deemed uncomfortable had she not been ready prior to the intrusion. But her uncertainty was forgotten when his tongue brought about the additional comfort she needed to relax. She had to remind herself to breathe from there on out, unable to think or act coherently. Her tight grip on his hair loosened momentarily, and she brought one of her own hands to the moist area being pleasured. The Virding had an immediate need to feel the moisture created by her own body, to touch her excitement while Saul worked his way around her womanhood. Her fingers brushed his for a moment and a flick of his tongue indirectly washed over them. Her sparse moans became continuous and more insistent. This all felt too good to be true. She did not hinder him longer than necessary, bringing her hands back to their original place where she could pull and tug at will. Never in a hundred years could she have foreseen what came next- her dichotomous receivers perking with a call she'd thought had been a figment of her imagination. But then it rang again, louder and more insistent. ''Dad?'' Temeraire's beckoning caused her entire body to freeze, chilled to the bone by the Aeska's presence in the vicinity. ''Saul!'' she exclaimed after half a minute of silence, pulling away from her lover until she was out of his reach. With her back pressed against the wooden headboard, her mediterranean blue orbs sought his in a moment of panic. ''Go,'' she murmured in between heavy breaths, her mind reeling from the sudden interruption. #lillin-1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:arial, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #lillin-1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: arial, serif; font-size: 11px; }. #lillin-1 u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #lillin-1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #lillin-1 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} #lillin-1 {margin:0px auto; width:80%; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ijCRS.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 80px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#111111; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Saul Stormbringer - 07-15-2012 [html]
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He could, perhaps, admit that this was absolute bliss. The months they'd spent, at first cousins and good friends, developing attraction and trying to deal with the guilt and often revulsion because they were related. The acceptance of what this was, that searing, beautiful kiss and the weeks of being ignored. They'd fought hard to keep this quiet but it seemed common knowledge. Lilin's attack and the admission of love that Saul hadn't known had existed until it bubbled from the surface and out of his lips. It had been bad timing, that was a certainty, but there was perhaps something desperate about the way in which he'd said it, as if his admission would help her heal. He didn't think it would ever get this far- he never would have imagined in a million years that he would be lying here, lapping at his belle's most sensitive parts. #artTXT { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #artTXT p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #artTXT p.sieImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #artTXT .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #artTXT .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #artTXT b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #artTXT u { text-decoration: underline; } #artTXT b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #artTXT b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |