Twist 4 : Disposing Prospectors  

chocolatcreme 104F
1004 posts
7/15/2006 9:12 pm

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7/26/2006 4:41 am

Twist 4 : Disposing Prospectors


He wanted to tagged along whenever she wanted to chillout with her girlfriends. He explained he needed to be part of her life. He wasn't lying. Winks were his signals to Ongelic, that he was again heading off with another one of girls.

Jack wanted Oneglic to sit on the photo copier in his office. with and without her lace underwear. She teased him, stroked him, knowing the arousals will make him headstrong in the other direction. They both made copies of his solo manhood as well as those invading her womanhood.

In only her lacy bra, she held his warm hand and guided him to his secretary chair. "Sit" , she said softly, he was surprised, by her gentle yet commanding presence... something new to amuse him again he thought.

She took off her bra and put around his waist, securing him to the back of the chair. He protested but relented when she nibbled the lopes and back of his neck. She held her breasts and offered to him. But slide her body down before he could nibbed them.

Holding down his hands on the arms of the chair, she flicked her long hair down his shaft and started peforming around the whole with her tongue. She was fuelling his desire.

Ongelic motioned "no" with her fingers, "No hands allowed, just lay back and enjoy". She took some tapes from his secretary desk and bound his wrists to the chair. Spreaded his legs and tied each ankle to the legs of the table.

Circling her tongue around his belly button, excited him and the parting of lips heightened his anticipation. She lifted her face and asked if there were icecubes in the pantry. Jack broke into a wide smile. He remembered how the hotness of her tongue contrasted against the cold of the ice, swirling around his dick. He gasped and told Ongelic to hurry back.

The sight of Ongelic's back walking out in only heels was devine. Devinity was destroyed when the self proclaimed one realised his worshipper was not coming back.

The cleaning ladies who began their routines at 6am, came to untied Jack, sparing him from further embarassment. He was puzzled they did not scream when they saw his horrible and awkward confinement. Mirth only for that bra-girth, roll up lacy underwear on the copier, and bunch of A4 copulation report, strewn everywhere.

Ongelic waited for the cleaning ladies to show up, and informed them that she had finished performing her sexual rites for Jack, and he needed some sprucing to set his office to what it should be.

A dormant volcano erupts, when pressure allows itself to be; spitting lava which it no longer needs to swallow. Prospectors who drilled deep into it, expecting returns, can't return when its wrath breaks lose, burying them along the way. Entombing each undesirable, is to mark an end and move forward.

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SingleWarrior 52M

7/17/2006 9:09 pm

That too


chocolatcreme 104F
766 posts
7/17/2006 6:53 pm

Warrior - Or don't let anyoen tie you down


SingleWarrior 52M

7/17/2006 1:00 pm

Remind me to stay out of the office on Friday evenings


chocolatcreme 104F
766 posts
7/17/2006 3:50 am

Sassy - You got it right. The choices are there all the time.

Eternal - Vase's value stop not on its face, for they serve as a receptacle as well. May such beauties find their fulfillment soon, so empty not. I don't spit fire, I am those extinguisher type.

Blinded - Yes, Ermmmm and Oh yeah baby.


rm_Blinded1969 38M
916 posts
7/16/2006 10:01 pm

is that written by you or it happened to you?

nice2 you got me all hard for a moment there


eternal1969 46M
1634 posts
7/16/2006 6:57 pm

Hmmmmm..... I can see that you can really be a spitfire but then again women without fire are like vases without a soul


chocolatcreme 104F
766 posts
7/15/2006 11:05 pm

Thanks Baby. Part of her maybe in all of us.
In our times, women don't restrain ourselves.
Double edge sword : we make mistakes and can also change our course.


baby_fat_femme 33F
214 posts
7/15/2006 10:12 pm

You write really well...It makes me start to wonder if I have a little Ongelic in me...


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