Gosh, we wouldn’t want that now, would we? 
:SQUIRM STRUGGLE!:
Oh. My. Lord.
:eek: 
:Ginger faints
::throws open door, brandishing fire hose and screaming like a banshee::
all right, you kids, get out of my yard!!!
::hoses down the entire bunch, walks away grumbling::
damn hooligans, always makin’ noise, loud parties, ice cubes, silk scarves, never invite me…(grumble grumble)
crap.
::looks down, realizes firehose was attached to 700 gallon vat of chocolate pudding::
great. just great.
damn kids, havin’ fun, carousin’, always playin’ gee-tars…
Oooooh wet clothes… Danimal, I’m a little cold…
Oh, look. I seem to be all… wet. Well, darn.
::bobkitty reaches up to lick a drop of water from Lindy’s chin, pausing to nibble just a little. Her legs tighten around him, pulling his body closer to hers. She brings her lips back up to his, gazing deep into his eyes, daring him to kiss her::
Heck, who am I to resist a dare?
:Lindy crushes his lips to bobkitty’s, gently but firmly, while brushing a strand of her long red hair out of her face:
Oh my virgin eyes!
plops into a chair on the sidelines, just taking it all in
::bobkitty’s gasp of pleasure allows Lindy to deepen the kiss, his fingers tightening their hold on the little redhead’s long tresses, as her hands dance across his back::
Now, see… THAT’s what I’m talking about! More, please!
Well, then let’s sit down by the fire together here, where it’s warm. And here’s a bath towel, may I help dry you off a little? Starting at the toes and working our way up?
::looks admiringly at TruePisces::
Baby, you look more appetizing than chocolate-covered strawberries. 
::licks chocolate off TP’s earlobe, moves to her neck, then her decolletage::
::thinks, ‘somebody should tie down that naughty wicked zoot and spank her, but I’m busy right now’::
:Lindy shivers with pleasure at the feel of bobkitty’s fingers on his back. He breaks off the kiss, then moves his lips in small motions down her neck, starting at the jawline…:
Pucette’s eyes smile, and she puts her legs up on Danimal’s lap.
“I’m feeling warmer already…”
She starts humming parts of the waltz they were dancing to.
<<and once again, I am brutally interrupted by a lack of internet access at home>>
dougie_monty comes into a local Starbuck’s where a number of female Dopers have gathered. To him they stand out because…
- They are all quite attractive.
- They are all dressed in smart, stylish outfits.
- Some of them wear glasses; all seem to be engrossed in thought-provoking discussions.
- They are wearing buttons identifying them as attendants at a local Dopefest, still a few days away. (He doesn’t have one yet.)
Trying to maintain some poise, he walks up to the counter–but his obvious awareness of them overrides his efforts and he stumbles and almost falls. Emarrassed, he steps back and waits his turn at the counter. :o
Oh, boy… we’ve GOT to do something about this shirt of yours…
::bobkitty grabs Lindy’s shirt, ripping it open easily as the ping of buttons sounds through the room::
Hope that wasn’t a favorite…
Shirt? I was wearing a shirt? Oh, yeah…must have gotten distracted by someone…
:relishes the feeling of skin-on-skin contact while continuing to move lower:
Tygr wearily walks in. Sweat has caused his once-white tanktop to become stuck to his torso, the dust-smeared fabric giving further definition to his lean, work-hardened muscles. His steel-toed work boots clomp across the bare wood floor to the fridge. His jet-black hair falls into his eyes as he opens the refrigerator door and pulls out an ice-cold longneck. He drains the bottle in one long draught and leans against the fridge door, letting the blessedly cool air waft over his burning, sun-darkened skin. As he fishes a lone cigarette out of a crumpled pack, his gaze goes distant. He curses and mutters darkly, something about a fate owed to the “man” for keeping him chained to construction tools and away from the serious business of making sure none of the beautiful ladies of the SDMB go un-flirted with…
hardygrrl, did you say you feared you were losing your touch? If you are losing your touch, you must need some new touch.
Allow me to offer mine…
::bobkitty smiles to herself when it doesn’t seem to register to Lindy that her hands are no longer tied to the posts. taking advantage of his distraction, she hooks one leg over his hip, grabs hold of his biceps, and neatly flips them over, pinning his wrists and groaning as she rubs the length of her body against his. she captures Lindy’s bottom lip between her teeth, biting lightly and alternating growls and purrs::
Who do you belong to, boy?
::bobkitty smiles as all Lindy can manage is a whimper. she bites down on his lip, drawing a small amount of blood. her tongue gently sweeps away the droplets and the pain.::
Okay then… tell me what you want. And ask nicely.
zoot, I’m covered in pudding and it’s your fault. Now can you come up with any ideas for getting it off me?
[sub]Um…I can’t feel my legs.[/sub]
Well, divesting us of the rest of these clothes would be a good start. I’d do it myself, but once again, I seem to be trapped.
[sub]It’s OK, I like it![/sub]