Are the manacles for you or for me? Either way, I’m game. Whaddaya have in mind? 
Hey, wait a second… aren’t YOU supposed to be making this up to ME? Why would I let you off the hook by giving you ideas?[sub]and at what point to the mods step in and force us to take this to email?[/sub]
-BK
How do I get on this list?
Oh! Yeah! Right! Um, lessee here…
Well, I’ve got some flavored massage gel here (both strawberry and cinnamon), as well as a bowl of ice cubes and an ostrich feather…
[sub]Probably pretty soon. Let’s ride it out and see how it goes.[/sub]
So you were hoping for hummer based on failing to fix the car? Hell, I can fail to fix a car too; and I can do it without travelling:)
::bobkitty looks around the room, tapping one long, perfect fingernail against her lips. She spies what she’s looking for just past UncleBill and Ginger. Grabbing Lindy by the hand, she pulls him over to a big, comfy bed with burgandy satin sheets and fluffy pillows. Waving a hand, she magically produces two long, silk scarves and hands them to Lindy, smiling wickedly. Motioning for him to turn around for a moment, she quickly divests herself of her favorite silk shirt (no sense in getting oil on it, after all), kicks off her boots, and unbuttons her leather pants so she can fold down the waistband (want to be able to show off that tattoo!). She settles comfortably on her stomach, arms stretched out toward the bedposts.::
You can turn around now, darling. Oh, those scarves should just reach from my wrists to these nice brass posts here.
Cinnamon would be just heavenly. 
-BK [sub]who’s expecting mods any minute now…[/sub]
Don’t mind me, again, just changing the tapes in the camcorder and other recording devices.
Bill, my darling, did you send the kitty home with the DSL people? purr, purr… Here, let me tend to your owwies.
Now… where were we? I believe you were about to ask me to dance?
[sub][sup]Hi wharfy! Welcome to the boards! We’re all very nice here. Except for Crunchy Frog.[/sup][/sub]
:LindyHopper squirts some cinnamon massage gel into his hand, making sure to warm it up before placing the heels of both hands on either side of bobkitty’s spine at the base of her back. Then medium pressure, all the way up to her shoulder blades, out to the sides, then down, meeting at the base of the spine. Repeats several times, then up to her shoulders and neck.:
Gee, bobkitty, you’re awfully tense here. Hold on a sec…
:uses an elbow for deep tissue work on bobkitty’s shoulders, then moves down to the base of her spine again:
Most intriguing tattoo…and now it tastes like cinnamon! Mmmmmmm…
Nocturne, my apologies for horning in on Zanshin, though if he ever returns to this thread, I’m sure he won’t mind at all that two wimmins was fussing over him. Anyway, I didn’t even see the post where you first approached him, and you made the second post while I was writing mine. I’ll share Zanshin if you want. It might be kind of interesting to see how he can keep two ladies entertained. [giggle]
::bobkitty purrs at the feeling of Lindy’s fingers on her back, arching up in a desperate attempt to get more contact::
Oh yeah, right there… little to the left, now… and…
::bobkitty’s eyes snap open as Lindy gets closer to the spot. she’s almost tempted to stop him, but his fingers feel soooo good… surely, even if he manages to find that spot, she’ll be able to keep herself from doing anything too forward… right?::
-BK
You mean this spot right here?
:extra pressure:
Ginger, my Canadian Snow Angel, I have bought us a penthouse apartment resplendent in riches and ambience, overlooking the Biscayne Bay, with a private hot tub and very discreet butler service so we will neither want nor need to depart each others frantic grasp. The view of the sunset over the bay is breathtaking, and as the fiery orb lowers to the horizon, so lowers your inhibitions, and you ask, in a deep velvety voice, barely above a whisper, for that one, deeply desired fantasy that you had never mentioned before to anyone except your pillow.
I reply, “But of course.”
And we dance across the floor, beginning with a sweeping ballroom dance Fred Astair himself would envy, then slowing to a more personal, intimate style. The music stops, but we dance on…
[sub]and cats are not allowed in this building[/sub]
Cranky, I woulda flirted with you, if you hadn’t started singing “Mandy” !
(Look what you miss when you’re away from the MB for a while!)
Shaking the sleep from his eyes, Zanshin picks up his drink and takes a hefty swallow.
“Sorry, all, not paying attention there for a minute.”
He smiles down at celestina sitting on his lap, and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek, followed by a phrase whispered into her ear that makes her eyes widen and her cheeks flush. He then cracks a little-boy grin over at Nocturne. “Certainly not that celestina’s not enough here, but there’s always room for one more. Care to join us?”
:TP wanders in, damning herself for missing out on all the fun as it began.:
Maybe I’ll just sit over in the corner here and wait to see what comes up…
::Heads turn at the… noise… that comes from the corner of the room. Seeing nothing immediately amiss, they go back to their own… ahem… situations::
Lindy, if you’re planning on stayin’ Pg-13, you’re gonna want to stay FAR away from that spot.
Dear GOD. What have I started?
I live in a penthouse overlooking some body of water and spend all day in bed with Bill. Here I thought there would just be a lil’ flirting…
So, Bill, you are planning to make an honest woman of me, yes?
Jeez, now THAT’S a moral dilemma…
Heck, your call…
::sidles up to TP::
How ya doin’, darlin’?