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| Toran | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 21:01 Post #21 |
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Toran grinned slowly and sat down on a weight bench, chuckling like a dull thunder as he nodded his head gravely. "Ah, man hunting. Yes, the sport has grown far more competitive since I was a lad. Once the ladies only drove us with dogs, with the winner being the one who eluded capture the longest. But things are so much more complicated now, what with new technology. It's all we can do just to avoid being tranquilized and dragged off in the darkness." He delivered it in his ground shaking bass with a completely straight face, his frosty blue eyes twinkling slightly. He went so far as to run his hands through his sweaty hair and clutch his beard in mock horror. Then he picked up his beer and took a long sip. "Why, in my Grandfather's day, they merely had to hide from packs of rampaging women armed with clubs and torches. These conventions just get more and more complex with every passing generation. I suppose I'll have to teach my sons to be escape artists and ninjas, lest they be ravaged continually throughout their lives." |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Friday, 25. October 2013, 13:57 Post #22 |
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Roisin watched his amused and mocking play with a tiny smile. It was hilarious to see him like this and it made her giggle that he actually went with the story. She had expected a short chuckle or a roll of the eyes. This however was pleasing her. Casual, free laughter and no living shadows to worry about. ”I wouldn’t mind setting one up for you though...” she paused and smiled a little impish and maybe even a little too girlish. ”... just so you can experience it and pass your wise knowledge to your offspring one day. Anything for a good cause.” With her index finger she made little drawings in the frost on the beer bottle. Suddenly she seemed very distracted. It was very awkward to see her like that suddenly but the moment she took a sip from her beer it was as if the present returned to her and she nodded. ”That’s the price to pay for emancipation. You guys had all the fun already and now it’s our turn. Although every now and then I don’t mind to reverse the roles so all the men still know they got the right spark to make as ladies swoon. Taking the lead the entire time is boring at times.” Were they both teasing and flirting? This had not been the plan but it was a nice change of events and it had raised Roisin's level of curiosity through the roof! |
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English and Gaelic "Us Irish girls we drink, fight and fuck... preferably in that order."
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| Toran | Friday, 25. October 2013, 14:12 Post #23 |
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Toran coughed and a faint blush crossed his features as he took another sip of his beer. His voice was a soft rumbling. "I'll have to keep that in mind. Educational experiences are very important. And you're right... at some point anyone on top is going to end up experiencing being on the bottom, it's just the way of the world. It's important to keep an open mind and always learn." He leaned back on the bench and extended his booted feet, his back popping as he stretched. His thick arms flexed as he rolled his shoulders, keeping limber. "Well, perhaps I should give you my number so you can get in touch with me to ask me about those goggles?" His blue eyes were smiling as he tried to bring things back to a slightly more business footing. She was definitely attractive and it wasn't that he wasn't interested. But Toran was like a romantic tortoise, he liked to move one slow step at a time. Kept things from getting stupid. Well, kept HIM from getting stupid. |
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| Roisin Macnamara | Monday, 28. October 2013, 13:42 Post #24 |
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Roisin couldn’t help herself but to burst out laughing when he blushed. She knew she had him pinned a little. He was not as big as he actually was and that was awesome. She had already found his weakness. The girl was good at these games. All you had to do was try to found some general ground and then play around them a little while acting you don’t care and every now and then drop a little hint they don’t see coming and watch their reaction. Toran’s reaction was awesome and gave her the upper hand. With a little laughter she got up and smiled while walking towards him. She stood still in front of him and came closer... very close. Her mouth now barely an inch away from his ear so she could softly whisper to him and only now he would probably smell the sweet scent of her perfume. “I don’t need your number because you got mine.” She pointed to the safe that had her number on it in her lipstick. She placed her hands on her back. The way she stood there gave him a nice view of her body and female features. ”You can be in control from now on. You can call me anytime you like. When the goggles are ready or when you need anything else..” She placed her hand under his chin in a gentle caring way and let him look in her eyes. ”... just call me whenever you feel like it.” Then she leaned in so close. He could probably feel her warm breath on his lips but right before she was too close she straightened herself and walked to the blanket that was his door. ”Right. I still got things to do, places to be, people to see so I’ll be expecting that call soon then.” It was not a question but a request while she disappeared behind the curtain with a soft sway in her hips and a skip in her step. She opened the door and could hear the alarm in the back. Once outside she started running because she just wanted to be alone now. She was not the kind of girl that was seduced easily but Toran had left an impression on her and she didn’t want him to cause doubts in her head by asking her to stay. And so she left quickly to leave him and hopefully his somewhat distracted mind alone. |
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English and Gaelic "Us Irish girls we drink, fight and fuck... preferably in that order."
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| Toran | Monday, 28. October 2013, 13:48 Post #25 |
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Toran stared at the blanket and then a burning sensation reminded him that breathing was important. He coughed and took a deep breath, then finished his beer in a long pull. Shaking his head thoughtfully he looked at the lipstick number for a moment and his ears reddened darker. Walking to the front he made sure to lock his door with the iron drop bar. Then he went to the back and up the stair case along the side. Now seemed like a good time for a cold shower. Maybe some alone time. "Wow...." He muttered in his deep smooth voice as he vanished up the stairs. |
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