 09:44:16 Canter -HEE Click-
I have mixed feelings about this RO, my best stud will be retired! |
09:43:54 | I just started on HEE this month and I'm excited for tomorrow :) |
09:43:35 Bazinga Force| 8 for y187 and 7 freshmen for y188, Ven! |
09:39:40 CC| I'm excited for the new event tomorrow! |
09:39:31 Ven| Seven WWW KNN freshmen is mind-blowing |
09:39:24 Fawn Ugh you beautiful disappoint
-HEE Click- |
09:38:55 Tosk's KNN| Yeah entered her in the giveaway before running the genetic test. Oh well. Lucky new owner. |
09:37:07 Tosk's KNN| Realised earlier that the wild WEE - W mare I gave away, is prlprl and Aa Ee. 😅 |
09:36:02 Tosk's KNN| It would be nice but wild boys are usually not as great. With the exception of National Treasure. But hey, we can dream xD |
09:33:23 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 09:32:33 Bazinga Force| Heimi just HAS TO turn out great - for a second top line |
09:32:07 Fawn| Heimi is a gorgeous beast |
09:30:11 | Oh ok. Thanks for the info. |
09:28:31 Myth/Crowley/Grinch| You can have unlimited premium accounts but only 3 free. |
09:28:09 Tosk's KNN| That's why I am praying for Heimi.. new blood x.x |
09:27:43 Bazinga Force sure, most of them are related and have at least one to 3 times Basquias in their lines.
But as I spy quite a few Ee genetics there will be a chance on red KNNs in the next generations... after years of just black based colors |
09:27:34 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 09:27:13 | Oh free accounts? So if they're premium is there a limit? |
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Sage watched her come closer, grin growing on his face as she neared him. His breath hitched when he felt her lips on his neck, and he cocked his head to give her more room, suddently finding himself on the floor. He wasn't quite sure how he got there, but that didn't really matter. He let out a breathy laugh in response to her comment, giving her a grin he knew she'd find attractive. "I think I'll manage," he hummed huskily, tilting his chin up so their faces were almost touching. He wasn't exactly in a position to tease her....she held all the power at the moment, but he didn't really care. He could make her want him even more. She could undo him in a split second, but he was ok with that. |
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As Jora stepped closer, she could practically feel the electricity crackling between them, that familiar thrill coursing through her veins. The moment her lips grazed his neck, she caught the surprise flicker in his eyes, and it made her heart race. She loved knowing she had that effect on him. There was something intoxicating about the way he let her take the lead, as if he relished the moment just as much as she did. When he ended up on the floor, She couldn’t help but laugh softly, a sound filled with mischief. His grin was like a beacon, pulling her in closer, and she felt a rush of confidence as she leaned over him, trapping him in this delicious game they played. His voice—huskier than usual—sent a shiver down her spine, and she tilted her head, savoring the closeness. “We both know you’re just trying to appear nonchalant,” she teased, her breath mingling with his, closeness blurring the lines between them. “But look at you now. Totally at my mercy.” It was thrilling, feeling so undeniably powerful while still craving the very closeness he offered, this intoxicating mix of vulnerability and strength swirling around us. She could see how much he wanted her, how the challenge excited him, and she loved every second of it. “Let’s see just how much you can handle,” She whispered playfully, playing her hand expertly, knowing exactly how to push the buttons that would make him want her even more. |
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The sound of her laugh sent another thrill down his spine, and his breath hitched as he savored the mischief in it. The knowledge that she could do anything she wanted to right now, and he'd have no defense against it. Her voice nearly melted him by then, and it was all he could do to chuckle, scrambling to put enough words together to give her a response. Try to act like he wasn't already undone enough for that, just at the thought of whatever she had planned for him. For them. "Try me," he finally breathed back at her, knowing his voice was affecting her too. Hell, he knew being there, pinning him to the floor would have her own desires a roaring flame, just as his were. She certainly knew what buttons to push, just as he did, but now she could push all of his, and he was...well, fairly limited. That was alright...they would both enjoy it. They'd been dodging around it enough for the day...now it was finakky time for something to happen. And judging by how she was holding him, she was going to make it big. |
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Nora allowed her hands to roam, teasing him. Her hands moved down the hard planes of his body, down to his most intimate and vulnerable spot, teasing him alert.She played with him, her hands greedy for more. She couldn't get enough of him. She wanted more. Just as she felt he was about to lose himself, she stopped. She removed her hand completely, leaving him vulnerable. She was depriving him of his pleasure purposefully, enjoying the control she had over him. "Bad boys don't get release" she says scolding him. She knew he couldn't do anything, his hands being bound and above his head. She pressed on his wrists, threatening him. |
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Sage had been enjoying himself - for quite a while at that. Her touch, her scent, everything about it was really quite lovely. Everywhere her hands went seemed to burn, in a good way of course. He could see the light in her eyes, feel how much she wanted him. He let out a sort of wheeze when he felt her stop, wriggling slightly in an attempt to do...something, pouting up at her in response to her comment. "Jora," he sort of groaned, though his voice held laughter too. He knew what she was doing...but the pressure she was adding to his wrists, the words she was cooing out....none of that was exactly helping him calm down. But she'd moved herself so he couldn't, as she'd stated, get any 'release' from her, and it was driving him nuts. "You're so mean to me," he huffed dramatically, though he stuttered the words out, his mind having gone blank. All he could think about was her...and she knew it. There was no getting around it this time. He really was at her mercy. He liked it, he really did, but now he was rather desperate for her touch again, and the desire was only growing. |
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Jora watched as Sage took control, her playful spirit shining through with every teasing movement. It was a beautiful sight, how she wriggled and maneuvered herself, asserting her presence as both lover and tease. The heat between them pulsed, a living entity, elevating the air around them until it became thick and intoxicating. Jora felt the warmth of Sage's hands leaving trails of fire on his skin, a delightful torment that sent his mind into a whirlwind, dizzy with anticipation. He was captivated—the way her laughter intertwined with her words, each syllable dripping with playful seduction. He couldn't help but respond to her lighthearted jab, even as frustration boiled just beneath the surface. Despite the playful nature of her dominance, every ounce of him thrummed with yearning, a contradiction he couldn't seem to shake. He searched her eyes, hoping to find a glimmer of understanding, a hint of the affection buried beneath her teasing exterior. "You’re so mean to me," he breathed, the words heavy with mock indignation, though a chuckle escaped him, betraying his true feelings. He wanted to break through the moment, to close the distance between them that she’d so capably created. But there he was, completely at her mercy, and a part of him relished the vulnerability. Still, the mounting pressure—his wrestling mind caught up in a myriad of thoughts, all relating back to her—made calmness feel like a distant shore he could barely glimpse through the waves of desire crashing around him. In that instant, Jora knew—knew he was hers entirely. The playful game they were entangled in only heightened the urgency of his needs, and he ached to feel her touch again, to reclaim the electrifying connection that made him feel alive, wild, and utterly consumed. So there he remained, caught in the chaos of want, a willing captive trapped in the enchanting web Sage wove around them both.
"How are you going to make it up to me? You were a bad boy, so you get punished" |
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Sage had noticed the grin that widened on her face in response to his comment. He fire that lit her eyes, and he knew she wasn't going to let him off easily. No, she was going to push his limits....make him work. All while his mind was a whirlwind, unable to form thoughts worth much in terms of anything but her. His eyebrows shot into his head in response to her comment, a laugh rising from his throat. He probably should have expected that...and he half did, though it had still surprised him a little bit. "How am I supposed to do anything from here," he mused after a moment. "Isn't letting you play around with my body making it up enough," he added, really just teasing a little bit, though his voice was definitely forced to stay as calm as possible. Though he wasn't doing a very good job at it. She'd caught her prey, and now she was playing. Playing before completely devouring it. He just had to hold on until she decided she'd had her fun. She couldn't wait any more. Though, sometimg told him it would be a while. He'd break before she was done with him. And that was exactly what she was hoping for. |
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Jora watched as Sage's expression shifted, the surprise in his eyes quickly morphing into laughter. She felt a thrill run through her; she had him right where she wanted him. The way his brows shot up in reaction to her playful comment only fueled her determination to push him further. He was a puzzle she was eager to solve, and each teasing banter intertwined them deeper in this dance. Her smile widened, the fire in her eyes flickering with excitement. "Oh, but Sage," she replied, her tone light but laced with mischief, "it’s not about what you can do from here, it’s about how you react to the game I’m playing.” She leaned in closer, relishing the intensity of the moment and the tension crackling between them. She could see the effort he exerted to maintain his composure, how he feigned calmness while his body betrayed him, pulse racing under her gaze. It was exhilarating, knowing she had that kind of power over him, like a predator toying with its prey. The thought of completely devouring him—metaphorically of course—made her heart race in its own right. Jora knew that she could keep this up for a while. He was strong, yes, but the way that tension hung in the air was almost tangible. She could sense his resolve wavering, and it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to the playful torment she had in store for him. "Just hold on a little longer, Sage," she thought, almost sweetly, relishing the knowledge that her fun was just beginning. |
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Sage had seen her grin widen in response to his comments, and he knew he was done for. He could hold on for a while, but she definitely had the upper hand here. And she knew it. He could see it in her eyes...she was enjoying this. Playing with him. He couldn't say he didnt like it just as much, but he was losing his mind. Well, what was left of it. The combination of her grin, and then the way her words hit him caused his body to jerk, an almost desperate movement, before he steadied himself, a desperate attempt to hold on. Even if it was just a little longer. The moment she did anything, he knew it would undo him completely. And that's what she was going for...he knew that much. Well, fine, if she was going to do it that way, then he'd give her everything he had. Let her undo him. Give her that absolute delight she got from doing whatever she wanted with his body. Give her more than she was expecting. |
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Nora could see the way his grin faded slightly as she leaned closer, the tension hanging between them thick like a charged atmosphere before a storm. Each teasing word she let slip was a carefully laid trap, and she relished the way he reacted—his body jerking in response, as if he were trying to fight against an invisible force pulling him toward her. There was a wildness in his eyes, a plea muffled beneath bravado, and she felt a rush of satisfaction knowing she had him so completely at her mercy. The raw truth was, she enjoyed watching the layers peel away one by one. He was trying to steady himself, trying to grasp onto whatever semblance of control he believed he had left, but she could taste his desperation in the air. It was intoxicating. She wanted to push further, to unleash whatever was swirling beneath the surface of his composed facade. She wanted to unravel him, to expose all the parts of him he kept hidden, all the pieces he thought he had locked away. And yet, his resolve twisted my anticipation into something deeper. She could tell he was willing to play this game, to let her pull at the threads of his restraint until he was left bare before her. That thought alone sent a thrill through her. Maybe she would give him what he craved, a chance to surrender to the kind of chaos she could create. She wanted to see him lose himself—the way she could take him to that edge, the way his breath would hitch, the pulse of his heartbeat drumming in her ears. It was more than just a challenge; it was a dance, a tantalizing push and pull where he might think he was leading, but in reality, she had the reins. She could sense the spark of electricity in the air, the way their bodies resonated with the unspoken promises hidden in the space between them. Yes, she could let him think he was giving me everything he had. But little did he know, she was ready to give him something he never expected in return. An experience that would leave him breathless and craving more, forever bound by the exquisite torment of their game. She edged him to his peak, with a knowing smile. "Release that tension, I give you permission to release" she says, "you've been forgiven for your bad deeds" |
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