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Post by Norah Byron on Oct 24, 2011 23:21:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"Oh," she said quietly, sounding entirely pleased. "I think it's time and past for you to get some Mommy Bear attention. And for me to get a massage. And for both of us to," she leaned forward against his chest, whispered a long string of suggestions into his ear that ranged from the naughty to the downright filthy, all of which she desperately wanted to try with him. A low chuckle, and before she could get tempted to try out any of those ideas right here and now a photographer opened the carriage door and snapped a picture of Norah curled up on Abiel's lap with her legs crossed and her skirt riding hig on her thighs, looking up at her boyfriend with a warm, promising smile that would hit the front pages of every major gossip site that week, would end up actually boosting the band's iTunes sales considerably for a while. Norah laughed and groaned at the same time and kissed Abiel's jaw. "Let's get out of here?" The sting of annoyance at the intrusion she deliberately allowed to fade because she didn't want the rest of the evening ruined. "Take me to a hotel room and ravish me? Or I'll ravish you? Or we can take turns?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: In a horse-drawn carriage, Las Vegas NV Outfit: A short black dress and sensible heels Music: Train Song - Lorica Notes: Now that's just an excellent idea. [/style] |
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