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1. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Tom Clancy - Debt of Honor
2. WHAT TIME IS IT?
10:24 am

3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE MAT?
my mouse - the one thats not in my pocket

4. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?
risk

5. YOUR FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?
Girls in Bloomers
6. BABIES?
all grown up

7. FAVOURITE SOUND?
moans and groans (hey!!! its almost halloween)
8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
unrequited love for another

9. FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING?
is today saturday?

10. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
as many as it takes to frustrate the telemarketers

11. FUTURE CHILDS NAME?
rex

12. FAVOURITE COLOUR?

blue

13. WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE?
family and friends
14. FAVOURITE FOOD
fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cream gravy, corn on the cob and hot peach cobbler with a scoop of ice cream (i know thats a whole meal, but what the heck

15. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
the radio (a man has to know his limitations)

16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
only when im trying to keep the police from passing me
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?

myself

18. STORMS - cool or scary?
Cool, unless they have names attached!
19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
a faded gray Volkswagon beetle

20. WHO IS THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK WITH?
my father

21. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
i cant name an un-favorite one
22. WHAT'S IN THE BOOT OF YOUR CAR?
my pickup doesnt have a boot (who put this together. a limey??)
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?
theyre poison - just like tomatoes
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
fireman
25. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
im not sending it to anyone

26. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
on several occasions

27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY?
i spilled my glass
28. FAVOURITE MOVIE?
Girls in Bloomers - the video

29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?
of course
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
i sleep on a mattress on the floor

31. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER?
74

32. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH?
texas aggie football

33. SAY AT LEAST ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
she saved me

34. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
on the shore of an island (one that doesnt get named storms; refer # 18

35. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING


the last one that falls off of her

36. Beach and mountains. City, no way.
beach
37. TECHNOLOGY or ART?
art
38. COMEDY or HORROR?
comedy

39. FAVOURITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?
curves!!!!!
40. FAVOURITE TIME OF DAY
beer:30
41. THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?
Bonnie Raitt - luck of the draw

42. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED?
i dont take massages very well - i give great massages (but if i had to choose, ummm. . . . there - ya know!!)
43. WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU. STRONG IN MIND or STRONG IN BODY
mind
44. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
after 6 a.m except on weekends - then i sleep in til 7

45. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE KITCHEN ITEM?
Ronco swivel sweeper

46. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY?
irrational women

47. WHAT DO YOU PREFER, A SPORTS CAR or 4x4?
my 4 x 4vette
48. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE?
Yes.
49. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SEASON?
Summer

50. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
xray vision - hmmmmmmmmm
51. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
im ink deficient

52. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
no
53. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE DAY?
the one i wake up in

54. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI or HAMBURGER?
hamburger
55. FROM THE PEOPLE YOU E-MAIL THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?
Im not sending it to anyone - i told you already - werent you listening
56. WHO DID YOU RECEIVE THIS FROM?
wanting
57. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE CARTOON?
animated "Girls in Bloomers"

58. FAVOURITE MEAL?
dinner ( or refer to # 14 )

59. IF YOU COULD TAKE A VACATION ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
Israel

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
Yes

A Departure

the house was hers for the evening – the storm was far away, but even now she saw the lightning flashes, heard the distant rumbling – every one had left, so she decided to pamper herself for the evening – the quiet was enjoyable enough, but her plans included more that quietude – much more – little did she know how those plans were to change.

her evening began with wine – one of his favorite bottles and she relished the thought of drinking it all by herself, knowing the feeling she got from wine – even more that she was drinking it without him – she laid the fire, ready to light when she was ready – the snappling crack of the fire catching was almost as nice as the warmth it gave off – she finished preparing by lighting a number of candles around her bedroom, turning off the lights in the room and running her bath – hot!!! the way only she liked it and the way she so rarely had a chance to enjoy – to just steep without the constant interruptions – stripping, she paused to admire herself in the mirror and with her wine glass refilled, took a long hot bath, soaping her sensitive spots, briefly playing, tempted to continue, but the water was losing its heat and she wanted her play to last – she had all night – her bath finished, she briskly toweled herself and put on the soft lace gown that was her favorite; it was long, white and practically see thru – and coming out of the bath, she lit the fire and sat within its warming embrace to finish drying her hair – to finish her glass of wine – to feel the warmth spread thru her body – it was all having its effect; the wine making her giddy – the fire and the soft gown kept her warm – and the memories the gown held, and the brief play in the bath kept her warm elsewhere.

with her glass of wine, she stood by the picture window – watching the storms approach, looking at the lightning – it was less distant now and occasionally lit the woods behind the house – and then she noticed her reflection; in the glass of the window and again from the mirror behind her - she felt sexy (the effects of the wine) and turned again and again to admire herself – first in the window, the mirror and then back again – and as she admired her form, her hands began to move, to run over and down her body; enjoying the feel of the lace against her skin – stroking over the softness – she paused and massaged her breasts, firm, proud and sensitive – fingers grazing over the material, delicately running the tip of her nails around each nipple – and in swelling, they became darker, harder, and it showed thru the transparent material – a low moan escaped her throat as the stimulation added to her arousal – the storm sounds drowned it out to all but her.

setting her wine glass down on the table, and admiring the image reflected in the window, she placed her foot on the chair next to her – she pulled the lace slowly up her leg, exposing her calf, then her thigh – and as it brushed over her skin, it sent chills into her – the contrasts thrilled her, the warmth of her hand, the softness of her gown – and cupping her hand, she played the material over her mound – stroked it into her slit, not yet wet, but still sensitive – the lace gently brushed over her clit, and she caught her breath at the feeling – she pulled the gown further up between her legs, and when she was exposed, she once again looked at the window to admire herself – her hard nipples poked thru the fabric, the soft laciness falling down over her stomach and framing her pubis – she cupped the palm of her hand over her mound, her fingernails lightly scratching her thighs, between her legs; exposed – her hand traced its way back across her now swollen lips, teasing in her curls and she moaned softly – and the lightning lit up the back yard, coming ever closer.

and as continued teasing herself, a movement outside caught her attention, back in the trees, like someone ducking out of sight – could she be seen through the window? could they see that she was touching herself? how naked she was? how excited she was becoming? and the thought that they could excited her even more – her one hand continued to massage her mound, the soft lips becoming wetter with each touch – the other hand caressing her breasts, lightly pinching her now very erect nipples – the reflection she saw in the window thrilled her, she looked as sexy as she ever had in her life – and the idea that she was showing herself to a total stranger, that she was teasing whoever it was, made her moan and her fingers dug into her yielding flesh.

feeling a rush of excitement she had never experienced before, she continued exciting herself, while attempting not to give away the fact she was watching as the person moved closer – she was suddenly chilled, and moved toward the fireplace for its warmth – and closer to the other windows in the room – so she could follow where her watcher was going, or to let him see her more clearly she didn’t quite know – was her voyeur attempting to come right up to the house for a better view? she moved seductively, well lit by the fire as she turned, hoisting the gown again - exposing her legs again, up over her thighs, her trimmed pussy – her stomach tightened as she pulled it higher, exposing her breasts, her nipples erect and starving for attention – and finally she pulled the gown over her head, fully exposing herself – and running the almost silky softness of the lace over her body, covering, then uncovering her body – watching her reflected image in the window as she walked – and getting more excited from the feel of the lace against her – she sensed the stranger was closer still and she stopped caring if the excitement she felt was from being seen – and as the lightning flashed, her skin tingling, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye – closer still.

and the gown fell to the floor – naked, her hands swept over her skin, plucking her stiff nipples, squeezing her breasts, stroking into her wetness, offering herself, her actions an invitation – she moved to and opened the doors onto the patio, letting the night in and she felt the storm sweep in on her – its winds caressing her naked skin, blowing through her hair and returning the chill she had earlier felt – her shiver did not quell her excitement as she moved back to the fire – its warmth drawing her back – feeding the warmth she felt within – and as she continued to tease her body, she realized that she had begun performing for him – hoping her actions were exciting him, she stroked her hands over her body, arching her back as she her fingers found her clit – a long groan escaped her lips as she caressed it – her body suddenly aching for someone else to touch her – and as she turned her back to the doors, she almost hoped the person might come in, if he was excited enough – if he was as excited as her.

she continued to stroke her wet slit with one hand, the other stroking over her thighs, caressing her flat tummy – she could sense her voyeur was in the room, heard their soft steps behind her – and a brief concern for her safety, was swept away quickly as her finger scraped over her clit – she continued swaying to the rhythm her fingers were creating, and wondered if he would touch her, run his hands over her body – and as her eyes closed, she felt a warm breath on the nape of her neck – her watcher was right behind her – a brief moment of panic was swept away when a soft kiss touched her shoulder – then she felt his hands touch her – soft and delicate at her waist, then straying to her ass – all too brief contact, much in contrast to the hard embrace she was touching herself with, squeezing her breasts, fingers rubbing over her nipples, her other hand becoming wet from her arousal.

as their hands began to explore her body, soft lips kissed her shoulders, the nape of her neck, a kiss that sent shivers thru her body – she melted back against the stranger, swept away with the thrills that the additional set of hands gave her – waves of passion swept over her, four hands touching, exploring, teasing – tormenting her – she felt her orgasm welling up deep within her, and she surrendered completely to her lover – a sigh of release as the stranger continued to caress her – one hand stroking her thighs, tangling in the wiry hair of her sex, the other brushing across her stomach – finding and cupping her breast; teasing the hardened nipple, lightly pinching it – she slowly spread her legs, allowing the stranger access to her lips, soft and wet – the fingers pressed into her slit, parting the lips, pushing deep into her, dragging over her clit.

to this point, no words had been spoken between the two lovers – only her soft erotic moans, sighs of contented joy – both their hands caressing her breasts – squeezed hard by one hand, softly toyed with by the other – and as she approached her climax, her legs clamping around the thrusting fingers, she groaned – and sensing her release, the stranger quickened the pace of the strokes on her clit, wet fingers pressed against it – and with a sudden cry, she exploded into orgasm – her legs weak, she was held firmly as she regained her senses – she felt the fingers being pulled from her cunt – wet, slick with her cumming, fragrant with her arousal – she slowly opened her eyes, looking to the mirror to see the two of them locked in embrace – noting the slight build of her lover – and a her climax subsided, the finger withdrawn from her cunt was at her lips – inviting – and as she sucked the wet finger, she realized that this was not the big, strong finger which her lovers had – it was smaller; dainty – it was then that she realized – and as the stranger spoke, she heard a soft feminine voice whisper, "Please! Don't make me leave."

it is at this point that the story stops - as a man, my thoughts would be that the two of them would quickly shed clothes and inhibitions, make love wildly and be "caught" - by a man of course who they quickly entice to join them - but i would like the thoughts of the ladies who read this - please leave your comments here, or if you have more to say about doing this "wicked" thing, you can email me - i will certainly keep your wanton secrets secret - and maybe in that way, bring an end to this tale