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2011 Version of Harliquin Romance Novel
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room.
Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine to my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say .....
"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room.
Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine to my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say .....
"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."
The lady on the top right ain't all that bad but the rest are "straight up and on ice" hags.
well my dear old dad always told me that beauty was only a light switch away, but im not so sure you wouldnt "feel" the ugly with those gals, lol
Mike
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Bob, those ladies aren't even closing time cute.
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Pants on da ground, pants on da ground.
You can't steal nuttin' with yo' pants on da ground!
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It's no wonder they had so many shotgun weddings in those days. Must be a lot of their kinfolk still around or this guy wouldn't still be in business ... scary thought huh!?
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I got a little grief from a couple of buddies on this one today. I am sure my fiance won't think it is as funny.
Comments from them.
Tim:
-Shawn and I have thought that for years and the fact that your engaged was just a cover up to the real you. I bet you’re a catcher, def. not a pitcher. Most guys are taller than you so you would have to get on a stool to pitch
Shawn:
-LOL explains why you have an obsession with wood!
I got a little grief from a couple of buddies on this one today. I am sure my fiance won't think it is as funny.
Comments from them.
Tim:
-Shawn and I have thought that for years and the fact that your engaged was just a cover up to the real you. I bet you’re a catcher, def. not a pitcher. Most guys are taller than you so you would have to get on a stool to pitch
Shawn:
-LOL explains why you have an obsession with wood!
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Hahaha, thanks Bob.
They did a great job on the boat.
They did a great job on the boat.
I could tell they weren't real bikers anyway.
If they were, half of them probably would have had a heart attack and the other half would have to be put on oxygen at the end of the race.
If they were, half of them probably would have had a heart attack and the other half would have to be put on oxygen at the end of the race.