JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT
10-09-2013, 03:49 PM
he would stop where he had placed his left paw, noticing that the woman did not make an advance forward as he did. she merely turned to face him, her lips curling into a smirk as his did the same. was she going to play hard to get, or was she simply not interested? he couldn't tell, all he could pick up on was her flirtatious behavior. "Hay muchas maneras, poco serpiente. S? que a muchos de los puestos que te ponga en que se extender?a cada fibra de su cuerpo." (There are many ways, little serpent. I know a lot of positions to put you in that would stretch every fiber in your body.) he would say, lust practically dripping from his pores. he wanted her, that much was obvious. as much as he loved being mysterious, this mutt seemed to have a way with him. what was so special about her? was she a queen? a forbidden fruit? was she real? he longed to touch her, he longed to find an answer for his questions. but ah, time would be on his side, because no matter what her next move was, she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
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