All readers that post under the name "Anonymous" and are too frail and weak to represent themselves properly with a title, shall be deemed false metal poseurs for the remainder of their pitiful existence. Thursday, January 27, Mandatory Babes on Keyboard. Many seem bewildered that such a thing could happen to the same band twice. Just as George Santayana said, "Those who cannot learn from history, are doomed to repeat it. Although some are going as far as to say that this is no more than a Winds of Plague publicity stunt, but let's be real here The Winds of Plague gimmick has made itself painfully obvious some time ago: Of the six keyboardists they have had total, the last three were beautiful, young women.
He kissed over the soft skin of her neck then up to her jaw, as he did she turned her head and met him once more in a kiss, as before it started slow, soft and gentle, but the pace was far greater this time, it deepened faster and before either of them knew it, as they had been before, their tongues were dancing, mingling and exploring, they were clumsy, inexperienced and inebriated, but they didnt care.
He placed a hand on her bare thigh and squeezed the bare flesh, soft and giving, he caressed over the silkiness, her own hands grew bolder, one on his upper back, the other on his stomach, caressing, learning. She broke the kiss and his hands left him, he sat there, uncertain as to if she had gotten cold feet, Are you okay?.
he asked, breathily.
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