Notice that it was post #69 for Nichol.
:eek:
Yeah, but punha, you could stack your harem with guys and gals… everyone goes home happy!
I am honored, and somewhat frightened. I need comforting and stroking.
Not to complain, but how did I get on this list? Frankly it’a a dream come true, except the part about haveing to share the “on deck circle” with a bunch of other guys.
dan, precisely:) And I wouldn’t even have to be there, with the group I know, for them to have fun;)
Yojimboguy – what can I say? I couldn’t resist. You are every woman’s greatest fantasy. You are a Sun surrounded by lesser stars. The mere thought of you makes me collapse in a smoldering pile of estrogen. When you say “come”, I do.
Could you deny me even the modest thrill of keeping you as my eternal slave of impossible delights?
.:Nichol:.
whoa… go Yojimboguy!!!
::reminds pertinent parties that there is this wonderful thing called E-Mail through which things like “When you say ‘come’, I do.” can be bandied around without our poor mods having to read Yet Another Flirt Thread.::
Plus you can get a lot more graphic in email. Or, erm, other venues.
[sub]You people who know what I’m talking about can shut the hell up:D[/sub]
Okay then, let’s get this love slave thing rolling!
Nicole, as a slave owner, you are responsible for my physical maintenance, so I will need a rent check from you before October. You get a month free, because I’ve already paid September’s rent. 
The G-string and mask are cool for indoors, but my fair Irish skin needs protection from sunlight. So I will need an extensive outdoor wardrobe.
I have a job. Do I quit? Am I moving to you or you to me? I looked at your profile, and you’re in Mississippi? That does explain your wish to have slaves! But it’s a hellhole. Come up to Wisconsin, I know it’s a Free State, but we’ll keep this slavery thing our little secret. And I will keep you warm, by body heat if necessary, during our long cold winters.
Your other love slaves? I don’t know what you want to do about them. I alone am pretty high maintenance, so you may wish to sell them off and put all your eggs in the Yojimboguy basket. That’s my professional reccommendation.
Please send me a pic, so I may recognize my Mistress of the Night when you appear at my door making sexual demands impossible (for other, lesser men) to fulfill.