Hmmm may just be me but this looks like one of those “lets-sort-of-have-cyber-sex-but-I-don’t-wanna-have-to-even-type-a-response-to-make-you-KNOW-I-am-the-sex-machince-in-my-khakis” kinda deal…
Hey Chief…
How 'bout we just drink beer, smoke cigarettes, and tell lies instead? Or we can always play dice…
Loser gets nekkid
techchick – Oooooo. Special places!
Ms. Ranger – Tongue check, coming right up!
WickedAngel – The ON button’s right… here. There is no OFF button.
pb – <looking around to make sure Mr Bear isn’t around>
::Helps pb to her feet, taking in a heaping helping of cleavage::
“Kiss your boo-boo and make it all better?”
Persephone – I’ve got a much better idea for dessert than chocolate cake. I call it **Persephone[/b a la mode!
GBS – Shush, girly-girl!! You’re not gonna mention the other thing I really, really like, are you?
Fairy Princess Kitty – settles herself on his lap And my lap’s rising up to meet you halfway!
Whammo – Man boobs?!! ::SMACK::
Tequila – Khakis? Who’s wearing khakis? I doffed them long ago. It’s just me in all my sex machine glory!
I can think of several more pleasurable places to place my tongue, babe, but if that’s where you want it. :: licks ChiefScott :: on the cheek ::
Sidles up from behind ChiefScott, wearing a tightly-laced leather bustier. Presses her breasts into his back, and grinds her pelvis against his buttocks. Reaches around to hold his loins while she grinds against him. Hoping he’ll turn around to unlace her assests. Also hoping none of his shipmates will notice she’s stowed away on this trip.
Well… I thought I was pretty racey wearing red lace panties today… I don’t think I can compare to you activgurl!
You can at least try, Angkins!
well…
I suppose I could slowly saunter up to you and lazily lean towards you and toy with your belt buckle as I whisper softly in your ear, allowing my hair to gently caress your face as you drink in the sweet smells that are distinctly feminine. Then slowly run my nails accross your waist and up your back as I pull you close so you can feel my breasts pressing against you as I gently kiss along your jaw and nip at your bottom lip.
TruePisces walks in, wearing her 3 1/2" silver heels, her short tan skirt, and a shirt so sheer that it’s illegal in most states. She spies ChiefScott surrounded by beautiful women, and her courage falters for a moment. But she knows what she wants, and she’s come to get it. She slides in between some of the other women, close enough to touch the man she desires. She reaches her hands up, cupping his face and turning it toward her, and pulls him down so she can kiss him expertly. Her tongue darts into his mouth, teasing his tongue to follow hers to a mock battle. When she finally breaks the kiss, she only pulls back far enough to look into his eyes and whisper, “Hi, ChiefScott. I’m TruePisces. Nice to kiss you.”
Cuddling up close- wrapping my legs around your neck…ACK!..
…Hey…what the hell is that smell??
Chief! Your feet smell kinda like cornchips!
Have you been getting it on with Whammo???
Zette
stalks away disgusted…
*Mnementh saunters slowly in, wearing naught but a very short, tight red silk miniskirt and a tight, backless red silk top to match. Mnementh sashays across the room enticingly, and reaches around to undo the straps holding up the few scraps of silk worn on the upper body. The top dips, folds over and falls off to the floor, revealing Mnementh’s ample chest. Next, barely missing a step, the tiny skirt follows, and Mnementh continues, naked, on a beeline to the group of people, intent clearly in mind…
Then, remembering himself to be a heterosexual male, Mnementh slowly turns and saunters slowly and sexily out of the room…
Deary, dear!
An I’ve still got a week and a half at sea! Luckily I’ve mastered penting up my sexual frustrations.
Angkins and TruePisces!! Yous some wommens!!
Zette and Mnementh – Pth-th-th-th!
Baby… you ain’t seen nothing yet…that was the teaser!