The voyages and adventures of the Connectus and the Singulus ( Archived) (886)

pebblesbamban: I need my glasses.. beg or bed....

seekndestroy: some things are better left unsaid....plus im not one to toot my own horn !!!!

Sommerauer71: Hello Captain, it is hot today, yes.

On my balcony now after a swim and emjoying the story, very much.

You have not offended me at all, so remove that thought from your head.

seekndestroy: ... the cpt calmly walks around to her side of the bed and then back to the other, all the meanwhile looking at her with a grin on his face and mischievous eyes, he is pondering where to start. as he walks he pulls the feather up to his face and lightly strokes it to aling all the tiny threads... everytime Sommer looks at the feather her unclothed body trembles in anticipation whilst at the same time taking a deep breath and holding it as if preparing for the inevitable. then the Cpt walks away to the desk once more and she breathes out in relief.

this time as he comes back to the bed, he brings the rum bottle with him. he then takes a good swig out of it and offers the bottle to Sommer. she lifts her head off the pillow and he gently holds it as he pours some elixir into her mouth. then suddenly he again grabs a firm hold of her hair as he puts the bottle on a nightstand. he turnes back to her and places a velvet thread around in her mouth tying it at the back of her head while muttering: "so you dont wake the crew, my darling wench"...

he runs the feather down the lenght of her body milimiters away from her skin... her body tightens in anticipation. finally the feather makes contact to the bottom of her right foot, she slithers around violently while letting out muffled screams through the gag..

then the next foot, and slowly the feather starts moving up the right leg in a zigzag motion from the inside to the outside and back in. as he reaches the knee she is almost exhausted from all the violent spasm. the good Cpt is amused at the rythmic movements of her bossoms as she wreaths....

he stops just for a few moments which he uses to remove some of his clothing

to be continued....

seekndestroy: already then....

im debating if i should finish it now or do it later after i get up??????

hmmmm... decisions decisions !!!

Sommerauer71: It's my turn. Be patient.

Sommerauer71: Oh god!

Now where do I go? Some of your clothes?

Sommer takes a deep breath...

Audience, you ready for this?

SummerUK: Beg!!! Bed!!!

Whichever! Both sound good to me

pebblesbamban: I can't stop with this poem... for u guys..

"Hate and Passion"

I shall seek and find u...
I shall take u "Bed" and control u..
I will make u ache, shake
and sweat until u grunt and groan..
I will make u "Beg" for mercy..
I will exhaust u to the
point that u will be
Relieved when I leave u...
U will be weak for days
after I'm gone.....

SummerUK: Wow Pebs...I Love that

Wish someone would say that to me