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I feel like you are fishing, but I will fall for it once.
I remember that one time a long time ago when pantherguy said this was impossible for a beta such as yourself.I could never.... If it had been an epic failure, I probably would've just made something up. But it wasn't.update coming....
Well since Stacey is not her real name does it matter. Maybe the EY people are annoyed at you non-ey ers!!!!
) and set my bag down. We sit on the foot of the bed and I pull her close to me and give her a slow, deliberate kiss. That goes on for a minute or so and he phone starts to ring. It's her son. 
He's just chitchatting with her (no emergency or anything thank goodness), and she listens for a bit and says "I'm out, so let's talk tomorrow" and gets off the phone, shaking her head. We start kissing again and a couple of minutes into it, she says "we should probably go to dinner." I cant my head to the side a little bit and ask why. She whispers in my ear "because if we keep going right now, I'm not leaving this room tonight." :chills: I give an evil grin ( 
) and say, "you're probably right and I'm starving, so let's do that."
We had some great conversation during this time. About Kate and her crew, family matters, dating, food, and music, to name a few topics, and we seem to have a good bit in common. We finish off our beverages and I pay the ticket and we head out. 
We make out some more and I start kissing her neck and she is arching her back in enjoyment. I grab her pajama top and pull it up over her head and onto the floor. I look her in the eyes, biting my lip a little bit (mocking her from minutes earlier) and say "nice body." She smiles and giggles a little bit. We kiss a little more and I grab the waistband of her shorts and slide them over her hips and down her legs. She grabs the back of my head and says very directly "take the rest of your #### off." 
Who am I to argue with a direct order? So I comply...... 
From my personal experience Stacey is more common, and most people I meet at work and stuff that see my named printed out often comment that it is different.
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Fantastic. AlsoI'm dressed and ready and still not quite sure where I'm going at that point, when I get a text from Stacy: Room 209. :chills:
With it being 5PM on a week day, I thought about calling the sheriff's office for a police escort, but decided they might not go for that unless I directed them to this thread first, but in the interest of keeping some of you delinquents out of the clink (looking at you, EG), I decided to navigate the perilous traffic on my own. I was able to do so without issue or major delay, and soon I'm out on the open highway towards Cougartown.
I walk down the hallway towards the promised land and think about leaving an apology note on rooms 207 and 211, but that would be too much of a delay. I knock on the door and Stacy greets me. We exchange hellos and I give her a hug (
I picked a local brewery and handmade pizza place that's not too far down the road and we head out. We enjoyed a couple of locally brewed Irish Red Ales while waiting on our pizza to arrive. The pizza gets there and we both have a slice, then she says that's all she wanted and watches with amusement as I devour the rest of it, while telling her about my "No pizza left behind" policy.
We get back to 209 and she grabs some comfortable clothes out of her bag and heads to the restroom. I take off my button-up and stretch out on the bed. She emerges a few moments later and joins me. She has changed into a cotton pajama top with matching boy shorts. She grabs my white t-shirt by the chest area and pulls me over to her and sticks her tongue into my throat. I reciprocate and it doesn't take long until I am at full attention and our pelvises are grinding into each other. She pulls my t-shirt up and over my head and I grab it and fling it onto the floor. She looks at the shirtless colonel and bites her lip and says "Nice body."
at leaving an apology note. Laughed aloud there. 
Ok, maybe I'm stupid but I can't figure out what's getting censored here. None of the traditional naughty words seem to fit the sentencesays very directly "take the rest of your #### off."
Take the rest of your #### off? You on that Dentist time with this chick?the vernacular form of feces
I like how he's so casual about it. "Hey I'm just reading the NY times over here... Oh what's this? Trump tweeted what? Oh that's right you naughty little slut, that's a good girl. Yes I'd like a coffee and the chorizo croissant please"
Mah man!!!!!!!!!!!!I'm dressed and ready and still not quite sure where I'm going at that point, when I get a text from Stacy: Room 209. :chills:
With it being 5PM on a week day, I thought about calling the sheriff's office for a police escort, but decided they might not go for that unless I directed them to this thread first, but in the interest of keeping some of you delinquents out of the clink (looking at you, EG), I decided to navigate the perilous traffic on my own. I was able to do so without issue or major delay, and soon I'm out on the open highway towards Cougartown.
I walk down the hallway towards the promised land and think about leaving an apology note on rooms 207 and 211, but that would be too much of a delay. I knock on the door and Stacy greets me. We exchange hellos and I give her a hug (
I picked a local brewery and handmade pizza place that's not too far down the road and we head out. We enjoyed a couple of locally brewed Irish Red Ales while waiting on our pizza to arrive. The pizza gets there and we both have a slice, then she says that's all she wanted and watches with amusement as I devour the rest of it, while telling her about my "No pizza left behind" policy.
We get back to 209 and she grabs some comfortable clothes out of her bag and heads to the restroom. I take off my button-up and stretch out on the bed. She emerges a few moments later and joins me. She has changed into a cotton pajama top with matching boy shorts. She grabs my white t-shirt by the chest area and pulls me over to her and sticks her tongue into my throat. I reciprocate and it doesn't take long until I am at full attention and our pelvises are grinding into each other. She pulls my t-shirt up and over my head and I grab it and fling it onto the floor. She looks at the shirtless colonel and bites her lip and says "Nice body."
If I did that she'd have to be on top. *burp*watches with amusement as I devour the rest of it, while telling her about my "No pizza left behind" policy.
At a pizza place where they give you a ticket that they wrote the order on, and not a print out like at a restaurant. So yes.
Not to mention the draft beers... i would be farting like a champ!!If I did that she'd have to be on top. *burp*
This is where you grab the back of her head by the hair, pull it close to you, stare passionately and confidently in her eyes, and whisper..."what's your Grubhub login, baby?".We start kissing again and a couple of minutes into it, she says "we should probably go to dinner." I cant my head to the side a little bit and ask why. She whispers in my ear "because if we keep going right now, I'm not leaving this room tonight." :chills: I give an evil grin (
Your name isn't Daisy?????!??? :mindblown:Just caught up from a few days ago. First you guys are all crazy. Second, no one is telling you to go away yet Pantherclub, just quit posting, no one likes THAT guy. Last QUIT CALLING HER STACEY!!!!This is coming from a girl that has the same name without the E and it is a huge pet peeve of mine and I would bet all women in general that have a name that is spelled differently from the normal spelling.
