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Playtime

The door slowly opened, he stood in the glow of the candlelight, his shirt sleeves rolled up, displaying his brawny arms, he knew how she adored his arms, she had told him often enough, the strength, power and passion that dwelt within them, "Brandy sweetheart?" she asked, and offered him a glass she had already poured, "Thank you", he replied with a smile, quickly she side stepped his hands as they made a sudden grab for her, he laughed playfully, "Oh, like that is it?" he asked, she glanced towards the table that held centre of the room, then looked back at him, grinning that seductive grin, the one he found irresistible, "Playtime" he whispered, and placed the brandy glass upon the mantle piece. Her look told him all he needed to know as he made his way closer to her. The table was adorned with linen and silk. She backed closer to the table and pulled a chair out saying, “Come, have a seat, my dear.” He complied with a smile as she then gestured to keep quiet. She never pushed the chair back and neither did he as she turned to him. Looking at him, again, with a playful but sultry look, she…

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Date: 1/29/2009 3:59:00 PM
And? And? Good grief, how could you leave us dangling? ARGH! Lovely, provacative write, Michael. Hugs, Donna G.
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Date: 1/28/2009 5:45:00 PM
Oh Brother! I guess we could treat this like a "finish the story"....she said..."please take out the garbage".. smile...BG
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Date: 1/28/2009 1:01:00 PM
Whoooohooo Michael......!!! you can't leave us just abrubtly like this.....no fair!!! :)
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