thinksnow
You’ve got your terms mixed up, babe.
I’m showing them the meaning of “fingercuffing” not “water sports”.
I do have SOME limits. 
::Goes back to the lesson::
Well raniday I think you’re being much too easy on thinksnow. He has commited several social faux pas and for each crime he must be punished in a manner befitting each offense.
Offense #1. For the crime of screwing up the storyline, it feel it is only fair that he pick up where we last saw him. I believe that was with a certain mermaid in the hot tub who was just about to “have her fins nailed to the floor”.
Offense #2. For the crime of screwing up the VB code, I must insist that ts demonstrate the correct way to write the code----with his tongue—on the skin of any of the members of this entourage who have the time to ensure that he is performing it exactly as it should be written. Any incorrect or illegible entries will need to be repeated until the reviewer is completely satisfied. (I get first dibs on italics)
I think it is only fair that these task be completed before thinksnow’s swim trunks are returned to him. In addition, it would be a nice gesture on ts’s part if he demonstrate his contriteness by treating each member to a full body almond oil massage—using any body part except his hands.
To be fair, we shall take a vote.
All in favor of this punishment being carried out to the letter please raise your hands.
[sub]both hands up[/sub]
For your sake I sincerely hope, ts, that you know how to, ah, draw a proper lower-case “i” and upper-case “T”.
-Tygr, who really knows his A-B-C’s
The room is small and cozy, with a massage table in the middle, and a beige love seat along the far wall. Two lamps, in opposite corners, give off a warm and pleasant glow. A large jug rests on the massage table.
“Here we go,” says rayniday, grabbing the jug. She pours some out into her hands, and steps towards Sengkelat. She places her hands on his shoulders, massaging back and forth, slipping her hands down his arms, tracing the V-shaped indentation at the base of his triceps with her fingers, downward until she reaches his hands. His hands close over hers, and as their fingers twine together she looks up into his eyes. His face is framed by thick dark hair, damp and unruly from the hot tub, with a few wisps trailing onto his forehead. His chin is strong, beardless, and his lips are slightly parted as he breathes deeply, but it is the fire in his eyes that draws her gaze.
Sengkelat slides a hand up her arm, to her shoulder and gently turns rayniday, until she is facing away, with Sengkelat’s right arm wrapped around her waist. He nuzzles her ear, and murmurs something incomprehensible before kissing her shoulder, working his way up, until he is kissing the back of her neck. Rayniday shivers, and lets out a quiet gasp. She leans back into his wide chest, her hands reaching back and stroking Sengkelat’s muscular thighs.
Sengkelat reaches out and lifts the jug of almond oil, and pours a thin stream across rayniday’s chest. Her blouse had long since been discarded, and the oil coats the upper surface of her breasts, warm and smooth as it trickles around her nipples and onto her abdomen. Rayniday looks on in fascination as Sengkelat’s right hand gathers the oil on her stomach and spreads it over her. His hand cups the underside of a breast, then moves up, rubbing the oil gently into her nipple, sending delightful sensations through her, then continues to the upper slope of her chest. Her body glistens in the light of the room like a polished goddess idol. She languidly leans her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closed. She can feel Sengkelat’s breath, his mouth close to hers, and her lips part slightly. “Yes…” she whispers, just before he kisses her, their tongues meeting in a delicate minuet.
Meanwhile, Edwardina and Francesca have been moving the heavy love seat in front of the door, preventing it from opening inwards.
“Damn that was heavy” says Francesca, breathing hard.
“My, oh my” Edwardina murmurs, looking at the pair in the center of the room. She steps forward and takes the jug of almond oil, pouring more on Sengkelat. She rubs it into his tanned shoulders, down his back, past his shoulder blades, and along his sides. She reaches around and places the palm of her hands on his chest, in the small space between him and rayniday’s back, and slowly slides them down, over his sculpted pectorals, past the end of his rib cage, savoring each undulation as her slick hands glide over his abdomen. Her fingertips slip slightly beneath the band of his trunks, and she is gratified to hear a murmur from Sengkelat, muffled by the passionate kiss he is sharing with rayniday. Her fingers stroke outwards, to the bones of his iliac crest. She finds the pockets of his trunks and puts her hands inside, and she can feel Sengkelat’s body twitch as her fingers delicately explore within. He reaches one hand back and strokes the side of her hip, stroking up the small of her back, then down, caressing her rounded rear end.
Francesca watches this scene as she divests herself of her clothing, white shorts and a plum tank top are cast aside, followed by a brassiere and lacy underwear. She steps to the threesome and runs her hand along the side of Sengkelat’s face, gently turning his lips away from rayniday and to her own mouth. Francesca realizes one of rayniday’s thighs is positioned inadvertenly between Francesca’s legs, oil-slicked skin rubbing softly against her crotch. Her body presses against rayniday’s, sandwiching her between them, slick breasts pressing together as Francesca kisses Sengkelat deeply over rayniday’s shoulder. He reaches for her, and runs his fingers through her hair, down her neck, slippery hands zipping down her spine and grasping her buttocks, strong arms pulling her forwards, into rayniday, and in turn pulling rayniday back onto himself. rayniday can feel his excitement, feel the hardness beneath his trunks pressing against her from behind.
“Francesca,” she says, breathing hard, “you were going to dispose of…Mmmmm…dispose of those trunks, right?”
Edwardina removes her hands from the pockets and, reaching around, unties the single knot holding Sengkelat’s trunks on. Working in concert with the now kneeling Francesca, they begin to pull them down.
makes her excuses and backs slowly out of the almond oil room, blushing furiously
Err…sorry about that. I’m clearly getting carried away.
Man, you go away for a weekend and the orgy just up and quits on ya’!
[sub]Packing a bag, heading out the door…[/sub]
::breathlessly peeking from closet::
Over? Nothing is over till WE decide it is!!
Over? We were just getting STARTED!
If the orgy’s over, I might as well have some fun. (Not that I wasn’t already having fun, but whatever)
Sengkelat pokes his head out of the oil room and looks around. Suddenly, a dozen black-clad men drop silently out of the trees.
“Ninjas! Get behind me, rayniday!” Sengkelat whips a large, meaty pair of hot links off the barbecue and uses them like nunchaku, saying “Ouch ooch yipe these are hot!” Meat juice sprays everywhere as he spins, twists, and dodges, all the while whirling the spicy meat sticks of death. The ninjas look on skeptically. Rayniday wipes an oily dripping out of her eye.
“You jerk, I was using that eye.” She plants a foot on Sengkelat’s rear, gives him a shove, and the battle is joined.
The ninjas give their traditional battle cry, “Shhh!” and attack. Their weapons are steel, rather than processed pork parts, but Sengkelat fights bravely on.
“I’ll give you the wurst beating of your life!” he cries, but soon his weapon is reduced to thin and tasty slices. A ninja’s sword cuts close to home, just nicking Sengkelat’s swim trunks. They part like the Red Sea, or since they’re black sort of like the Black Sea, and suddenly his engorged member springs into view. “Now have a taste of some meat that’s hard as steel” he yells, adding “I mean, not a taste, literally, since I’m het, but more of a mighty blow…well…look, I’m going to beat you with this thing. Yaaaaaa!” And he charges in, laying into the ninjas with a crazed ferocity, attacking relentlessly, turning aside sword blows with no more than minor nicks and dings to his tumescent tool.
“Hoshi na waka turakanesu” says one ninja, and subtitles spring up out of the wooden deck saying “This is truly disturbing. Brother ninjas, are you not disturbed? I am deeply disturbed.” One of the ninjas trips over the subtitles as Sengkelat presses his attack. More subtitles spring up for a ninja, saying “This is so wrong. We must flee. Ninja #7, cover our retreat!” Ninja #7 flings a smoke bomb at the ground, which erupts into blackness. The ninjas disappear back into the trees, betrayed only by the sound of #7 coughing up soot.
Sengkelat, victorious at last, resheathes his rod and saunters back towards rayniday and casually leans against the barbecue. “Did you like how I handled those ninjas, babe? I know you were AAAAIIIIIIIIEEEE!” he shrieks, as he burns his rump on the grill. “My butt’s on fire!” he yells. A nearby zebra hears the comment and decides to check it out. Aroused by the stripy black and white grill marks onSengkelat’s cheeks, the zebra pursues him around the lawn, while Sengkelat flees, screaming like a grandma.
Per Mermaid’s post:
Oooh, ooh! Pick me! Pick me! Typing’s kinda what I do for a living so I know I’d be qualified to, uh, make sure he was doing things right!
Bwaaahhahahah! between that and the “tripping over subtitles” I was beet red trying not to let my laughter peel from the office walls.
<wiping brow>
Good stuff, man, good stuff.
::Silo opens the front door to his residence::
“Hey”
“HEY!!”
“What are all these naked people doing here?!?!?”
Sengkelat - I’ve decided I love you for your mind.
bursts into tears
I can’t believe I MISSED all this! begins to sob Oh god, and Tygr… me, next? Maybe? Please? Pretty please?
sniffles
I feel so left out. I can’t believe I forgot to check the Email Notification for this thread.
Have I missed out on ALL the fun? Or can I get on my knees and beg?
My dear **Searching For Truth **, begging is not necessary.
Though it IS appreciated.
…and if you are willing to get on your knees, then you certainly haven’t missed out on all the fun.
Well, then, Tygr, what do you say to a dip in the hot tub? If you aren’t busy, that is. Can I get you something to drink? Something to eat? Anything I can possibly do?
Anyone else?
I am here to serve.
[sup]-Wowsers.[/sup] (If I’da known one could find a lovely young woman eager to serve here… I’d have beaten the door down sooner.)
:: Tygr picks SfT up and steps into the hot tub. He settles down with her in his lap. He stares into her eyes ::
Something to eat would be nice. What do you have that…tastes good?
purrs
I think maybe we should take this into that closet that was being used earlier…
pulls you out of hot tub and into closet, pushing everyone else out