Alex focuses on the softness... and as she rubs her hip, she can feel that gentle warmth flowing within her... filling her chest and hips with... more softness. It's so soothing, that warmth... so gentle and refreshing. And with it, she slowly feels a tiny trickle of her strength return to her. Mmm, now that feels better.
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Carson sighs at the strange posture. But, if he doesn't maintain it, the suit will try to break him in half. He shakes his head and tries to relax... shifting his hips from side to side as he walks in the heels down from the loft to see what's for breakfast.
Curves of Steel
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Re: Curves of Steel
by muffinstud » Thu Sep 08, 2016 2:07 pm
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker
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Re: Curves of Steel
by Knight Errant » Thu Sep 08, 2016 2:17 pm
That does feel better... it was so frustrating to be stuck in this situation without her strength. But she needs... more. She frowns... trying to focus on that feeling of softness...
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The posture, while feeling unnatural, works like a charm for walking in heels... as he sways and clicks his way down the staircase to the main floor... She can see that adorable little garden table they sat at yesterday is once again set... though over by what must be the kitchen he hears melodic humming...
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The posture, while feeling unnatural, works like a charm for walking in heels... as he sways and clicks his way down the staircase to the main floor... She can see that adorable little garden table they sat at yesterday is once again set... though over by what must be the kitchen he hears melodic humming...
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.
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Re: Curves of Steel
by muffinstud » Mon Nov 07, 2016 4:16 pm
Mmm, it does feel nice. The softness is nice and warm... and as she keeps thinking about it, she can feel a strong pulse of warmth pushing from within her... pushing at her chest, and at her hips. With that pulse comes a surge of strength. She feels so... so pretty. So strong. It's... exhilarating.
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Carson grumbles to himself as he walks down the stairs. He passes by the table, sauntering and frowning as he peeks around the corner to the kitchen.
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Carson grumbles to himself as he walks down the stairs. He passes by the table, sauntering and frowning as he peeks around the corner to the kitchen.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker
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Re: Curves of Steel
by Knight Errant » Sat Dec 17, 2016 2:02 pm
Alex mmmfs... shivering from that warmth... that strength... that feeling of being... pretty? Her hands on those curves, she goes to watch herself in the mirror... Biting her lip.
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Carson navigates the stairs with ease... heading past the table and peeking over... there was Silver. Still in that tight suit of hers... but around her waist was tied a frilly pink apron. She twinkles about the kitchen... a wide, placid smile on her face as she moves with almost inhuman grace from one counter to the next. Hips wiggling side to side in time with the pretty melody she is humming... it was almost like something out of a fairy tale.
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Carson navigates the stairs with ease... heading past the table and peeking over... there was Silver. Still in that tight suit of hers... but around her waist was tied a frilly pink apron. She twinkles about the kitchen... a wide, placid smile on her face as she moves with almost inhuman grace from one counter to the next. Hips wiggling side to side in time with the pretty melody she is humming... it was almost like something out of a fairy tale.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.
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