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Author: * Ingvoldr Folcwalding -
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Date: Dec 27, 2002 - 03:09
thought Ingvoldr, is that I like having my toes licked! Although she admitted to herself that it was the first time she'd ever a wolf lapping at her feet!
And Widimir!
Startled by his head nearly raising the table off its feet when he rose abruptly, Ingvoldr had been ready to lay into the big goth again.
But, the sight of his face, and the sound of his laughter had broken something quite giddy free in the Frisian lass's heart.
First, a small smile quivered at the corners of her lips. Unsuccessfully, she tried to smother the errant chuckles coming from her throat. Finally, she collapsed in a series of small yelps and giggles, pointing at her supposed attacker!
"You!" she giggled and clutched at her rosy cheeks. "You, know far too much about me for so short a time!"
As he continued to laugh, she launched herself at him, bowling him over onto his back.
As she triumphantly sat astride the still chuckling man, she smiled mischievously.
"So, my big brave warrior... " she whispered. "Now that you've seen my toes, what do you think?"
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