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ROMANCE AN ORGER You have an evening with an orger and you are not holding them against their will. Describe where and how you would romance them.
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I would totally take her to Barton G.'s in Miami South Beach.
We'd take a liesurely stroll down Licoln Avenue and down to fith streeth in the balmy tropical air Then I'd realize about half way there that it was too hot for words, and my shirt would be drenched in sweat. Halfway there, her pumps would start to pinch her toes ad the leather would start rubbing against her skin causing them to be pink and raw. Then we'd sit down together once we finally arrived at the restaurant. She'll twirl her hair and pretend to like my jokes, giggling the entire time. Then we'd start gossiping about orgers who would probably be terrible in bed and stuff like that. Then the waiter would take our drink orders, and she'd order some Vintage Fru Fru mega-Fru SavingonFru drink and I would feign tiredness and order coffee cause I'd be too embarrassed to admit I don't know the first thing about wine Then we'd have some polite conversation, giggle, laugh, nibble on overpriced but very tasty food, and trip out over how nice the public toilets in the restaurant are. After dinner, we'd stroll through one of the famous alleys in South Beach filled with vintage buildings, shops and restaurants. Although the sun is setting, the heat would be unrelenting and my sweat would return completely drenching my shirt and turning my entire backside into "swamp ass". Her shoes would start rubbing her feet again until finally she bleeds. We'd arrive at the hotel exhausted, and I'd call Muse2nopharoah to give her the play-by-play events of the evening. Oh my gawd, it would be sooooo hot | |
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Imago said: I would totally take her to Barton G.'s in Miami South Beach.
We'd take a liesurely stroll down Licoln Avenue and down to fith streeth in the balmy tropical air Then I'd realize about half way there that it was too hot for words, and my shirt would be drenched in sweat. Halfway there, her pumps would start to pinch her toes ad the leather would start rubbing against her skin causing them to be pink and raw. Then we'd sit down together once we finally arrived at the restaurant. She'll twirl her hair and pretend to like my jokes, giggling the entire time. Then we'd start gossiping about orgers who would probably be terrible in bed and stuff like that. Then the waiter would take our drink orders, and she'd order some Vintage Fru Fru mega-Fru SavingonFru drink and I would feign tiredness and order coffee cause I'd be too embarrassed to admit I don't know the first thing about wine Then we'd have some polite conversation, giggle, laugh, nibble on overpriced but very tasty food, and trip out over how nice the public toilets in the restaurant are. After dinner, we'd stroll through one of the famous alleys in South Beach filled with vintage buildings, shops and restaurants. Although the sun is setting, the heat would be unrelenting and my sweat would return completely drenching my shirt and turning my entire backside into "swamp ass". Her shoes would start rubbing her feet again until finally she bleeds. We'd arrive at the hotel exhausted, and I'd call Muse2nopharoah to give her the play-by-play events of the evening. Oh my gawd, it would be sooooo hot amessin. Who's your date? And you forgot the all cuddly, giggly and mushy intercourse part.. Allow me to introduce: Ms. Onder and Mrs. Donk! (o)(o)
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Imago said: I would totally take her to Barton G.'s in Miami South Beach.
We'd take a liesurely stroll down Licoln Avenue and down to fith streeth in the balmy tropical air Then I'd realize about half way there that it was too hot for words, and my shirt would be drenched in sweat. Halfway there, her pumps would start to pinch her toes ad the leather would start rubbing against her skin causing them to be pink and raw. Then we'd sit down together once we finally arrived at the restaurant. She'll twirl her hair and pretend to like my jokes, giggling the entire time. Then we'd start gossiping about orgers who would probably be terrible in bed and stuff like that. Then the waiter would take our drink orders, and she'd order some Vintage Fru Fru mega-Fru SavingonFru drink and I would feign tiredness and order coffee cause I'd be too embarrassed to admit I don't know the first thing about wine Then we'd have some polite conversation, giggle, laugh, nibble on overpriced but very tasty food, and trip out over how nice the public toilets in the restaurant are. After dinner, we'd stroll through one of the famous alleys in South Beach filled with vintage buildings, shops and restaurants. Although the sun is setting, the heat would be unrelenting and my sweat would return completely drenching my shirt and turning my entire backside into "swamp ass". Her shoes would start rubbing her feet again until finally she bleeds. We'd arrive at the hotel exhausted, and I'd call Muse2nopharoah to give her the play-by-play events of the evening. Oh my gawd, it would be sooooo hot *takes notes* Hey loudmouth, shut the fuck up, right? | |
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Mushanga said: Imago said: I would totally take her to Barton G.'s in Miami South Beach.
We'd take a liesurely stroll down Licoln Avenue and down to fith streeth in the balmy tropical air Then I'd realize about half way there that it was too hot for words, and my shirt would be drenched in sweat. Halfway there, her pumps would start to pinch her toes ad the leather would start rubbing against her skin causing them to be pink and raw. Then we'd sit down together once we finally arrived at the restaurant. She'll twirl her hair and pretend to like my jokes, giggling the entire time. Then we'd start gossiping about orgers who would probably be terrible in bed and stuff like that. Then the waiter would take our drink orders, and she'd order some Vintage Fru Fru mega-Fru SavingonFru drink and I would feign tiredness and order coffee cause I'd be too embarrassed to admit I don't know the first thing about wine Then we'd have some polite conversation, giggle, laugh, nibble on overpriced but very tasty food, and trip out over how nice the public toilets in the restaurant are. After dinner, we'd stroll through one of the famous alleys in South Beach filled with vintage buildings, shops and restaurants. Although the sun is setting, the heat would be unrelenting and my sweat would return completely drenching my shirt and turning my entire backside into "swamp ass". Her shoes would start rubbing her feet again until finally she bleeds. We'd arrive at the hotel exhausted, and I'd call Muse2nopharoah to give her the play-by-play events of the evening. Oh my gawd, it would be sooooo hot amessin. Who's your date? And you forgot the all cuddly, giggly and mushy intercourse part.. Mirrorsbestfriend of course. Who else would I spend so much money on? | |
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ultrablue said: and you are not holding them against their will.
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Ex-Moderator | Imago said: I would totally take her to Barton G.'s in Miami South Beach.
We'd take a liesurely stroll down Licoln Avenue and down to fith streeth in the balmy tropical air Then I'd realize about half way there that it was too hot for words, and my shirt would be drenched in sweat. Halfway there, her pumps would start to pinch her toes ad the leather would start rubbing against her skin causing them to be pink and raw. Then we'd sit down together once we finally arrived at the restaurant. She'll twirl her hair and pretend to like my jokes, giggling the entire time. Then we'd start gossiping about orgers who would probably be terrible in bed and stuff like that. Then the waiter would take our drink orders, and she'd order some Vintage Fru Fru mega-Fru SavingonFru drink and I would feign tiredness and order coffee cause I'd be too embarrassed to admit I don't know the first thing about wine Then we'd have some polite conversation, giggle, laugh, nibble on overpriced but very tasty food, and trip out over how nice the public toilets in the restaurant are. After dinner, we'd stroll through one of the famous alleys in South Beach filled with vintage buildings, shops and restaurants. Although the sun is setting, the heat would be unrelenting and my sweat would return completely drenching my shirt and turning my entire backside into "swamp ass". Her shoes would start rubbing her feet again until finally she bleeds. We'd arrive at the hotel exhausted, and I'd call Muse2nopharoah to give her the play-by-play events of the evening. Oh my gawd, it would be sooooo hot You big dork. My feet haven't been the same since. |
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Imago said: Mushanga said: amessin. Who's your date? And you forgot the all cuddly, giggly and mushy intercourse part.. Mirrorsbestfriend of course. Who else would I spend so much money on? Wonder where he's hiding.. Allow me to introduce: Ms. Onder and Mrs. Donk! (o)(o)
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Mushanga said: Imago said: Mirrorsbestfriend of course. Who else would I spend so much money on? Wonder where he's hiding.. Who knows? He created a racist alter-ego in M&M and accidentally posted as that character in here. He got banned with swiftness that day. I'm dissapointed in that character, though I though the mirrorsbestfriend alter was hilarious as hell. | |
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Imago said: Mushanga said: Wonder where he's hiding.. Who knows? He created a racist alter-ego in M&M and accidentally posted as that character in here. He got banned with swiftness that day. I'm dissapointed in that character, though I though the mirrorsbestfriend alter was hilarious as hell. Mirrorsbestfriend was certainly well thought through. And hilarious once you got past the troll-annoyance. I've never understood ppl who have the time and effort to create annoying, provocative characters on a bloody forum.. Just be yourself. Allow me to introduce: Ms. Onder and Mrs. Donk! (o)(o)
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Mushanga said: Imago said: Who knows? He created a racist alter-ego in M&M and accidentally posted as that character in here. He got banned with swiftness that day. I'm dissapointed in that character, though I though the mirrorsbestfriend alter was hilarious as hell. Mirrorsbestfriend was certainly well thought through. And hilarious once you got past the troll-annoyance. I've never understood ppl who have the time and effort to create annoying, provocative characters on a bloody forum.. Just be yourself. Lordy, chile, I know what you mean. Only the lord God can create alter egos of himself. And look what that got him. Strung up and crucified, bless his heart. | |
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BettyB said: Mushanga said: Mirrorsbestfriend was certainly well thought through. And hilarious once you got past the troll-annoyance. I've never understood ppl who have the time and effort to create annoying, provocative characters on a bloody forum.. Just be yourself. Lordy, chile, I know what you mean. Only the lord God can create alter egos of himself. And look what that got him. Strung up and crucified, bless his heart. Allow me to introduce: Ms. Onder and Mrs. Donk! (o)(o)
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him senseless | |
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ocean said: him senseless
Who? | |
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I would tell Althom to smell my feet. | |
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ocean said: him senseless
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Byron said: ocean said: him senseless
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ocean said: Byron said: I'm just surprised you said "him"...I figured it'd be Charlotte lol | |
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Byron said: ocean said: I'm just surprised you said "him"...I figured it'd be Charlotte lol I would never hit Char | |
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Imago said: I would totally take her to Barton G.'s in Miami South Beach.
We'd take a liesurely stroll down Licoln Avenue and down to fith streeth in the balmy tropical air Then I'd realize about half way there that it was too hot for words, and my shirt would be drenched in sweat. Halfway there, her pumps would start to pinch her toes ad the leather would start rubbing against her skin causing them to be pink and raw. Then we'd sit down together once we finally arrived at the restaurant. She'll twirl her hair and pretend to like my jokes, giggling the entire time. Then we'd start gossiping about orgers who would probably be terrible in bed and stuff like that. Then the waiter would take our drink orders, and she'd order some Vintage Fru Fru mega-Fru SavingonFru drink and I would feign tiredness and order coffee cause I'd be too embarrassed to admit I don't know the first thing about wine Then we'd have some polite conversation, giggle, laugh, nibble on overpriced but very tasty food, and trip out over how nice the public toilets in the restaurant are. After dinner, we'd stroll through one of the famous alleys in South Beach filled with vintage buildings, shops and restaurants. Although the sun is setting, the heat would be unrelenting and my sweat would return completely drenching my shirt and turning my entire backside into "swamp ass". Her shoes would start rubbing her feet again until finally she bleeds. We'd arrive at the hotel exhausted, and I'd call Muse2nopharoah to give her the play-by-play events of the evening. Oh my gawd, it would be sooooo hot Sorry but you lost me after "her" Oh, and where is this Barton G's? I'm going to South Beach for Memorial Day weekend. [Edited 5/4/09 5:36am] | |
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I would promise her yoga DVDs, then realize I can't burn them.
I suck. The Normal Whores Club | |
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ocean said: Byron said: I'm just surprised you said "him"...I figured it'd be Charlotte lol I would never hit Char oh u meant her ...well in that case ..Char's my girl | |
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I couldn't cheat on my wife, so I'd tie her up and let the wife have at her. Twisted logic, I know. | |
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Fauxie said: I couldn't cheat on my wife, so I'd tie her up and let the wife have at her. Twisted logic, I know.
So romantic | |
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ocean said: ocean said: I would never hit Char oh u meant her ...well in that case ..Char's my girl Yes, that's what I meant lol...I already know that the chairs are reserved for the guys and the "banana sex" is reserved for the women ... Ok, that sounded WAY too graphic lol ... | |
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Byron said: ocean said: oh u meant her ...well in that case ..Char's my girl Yes, that's what I meant lol...I already know that the chairs are reserved for the guys and the "banana sex" is reserved for the women ... Ok, that sounded WAY too graphic lol ... freak | |
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Ex-Moderator | FunkMistress said: I would promise her yoga DVDs, then realize I can't burn them.
I suck. awww... that's OK.. It was sweet enough of you to offer. That and I think I juts figured out I can stream workout dvds through netflix. So I may be saved anyway! |
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Cinnie said: ultrablue said: and you are not holding them against their will.
seems that i was busy doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before | |
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Fauxie said: I couldn't cheat on my wife, so I'd tie her up and let the wife have at her. Twisted logic, I know.
lke u wouldnt get anything out of doing that seems that i was busy doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before | |
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CarrieMpls said: FunkMistress said: I would promise her yoga DVDs, then realize I can't burn them.
I suck. awww... that's OK.. It was sweet enough of you to offer. That and I think I juts figured out I can stream workout dvds through netflix. So I may be saved anyway! The Normal Whores Club | |
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