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Post by michio jun okinawa on Sept 24, 2008 17:01:23 GMT -4
Michio resisted the urge to laugh loudly as Emily made her comment about him being horrific at anything. "You would be surprised." He was actually bad at a lot of things. But dancing was one that was definitely at the top of the list. Along with paying attention, and being faithful in relationships.
Michio both inwardly and outwardly smirked as Emily commented on her dancing. So she had self-confidence. That was definitely a respectable trait in Michio's eyes.Michio could never tell the different between confidence and conceit. To him there was really no such thing as conceit. If you didn't love yourself, then how could you expect people to like you? Well at least that was Michio's philosophy on the matter. Michio chuckled a bit as she questioned him. Raising an eyebrow, Michio smiled coyly. "I think you should start it, because one I don't do the whole dancing thing." Michio raised both eyebrows. "And two, that's just something I'd enjoy seeing."
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Post by Emily Walker on Sept 25, 2008 16:19:55 GMT -4
Emily smirked at Michio. He already knew that she worked down at Emperor's, so she was rather used to the people watching thing. Working in a place like that, shame wasn't a trait that was tolerable by the manager.
"You know, if you really want to see a dance you'll come by tonight." she said teasingly, raising one eye brow, almost daring him to show up. Not like he wouldn't get to see it before hand. Hopefully she'd get a look too.
Emily began to circle him again, slowly this time, walking more then dancing. She gave him a good look over before stopping infront of him again. "I think you'll do fine." she said, honesty riddled in her voice. "I don't see why more boys dance. Alot of girls running around in tights and short shorts. And those damned sports bras with their lack of support. It's alot of nice too look at." she playfully said, though it was the truth. Little girls in little clothing, and barely a male to be found. A pity.
She took a step back from him, slowly swaying with the music as she did. Her hips made fluent figure eights. "I think it would be your turn now." she said, voice soft with hints of seductiveness (if thats a word).
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Oct 14, 2008 21:31:30 GMT -4
Michio definitely noticed the perk of Emily's eyebrow. It was almost daring him in a way to go. And Michio could never resist a dare. Good thing he had that night open, because if he hadn't he probably would have cancelled whatever it was he had planned anyway. He could never resist a good lapdance, and possibly something more. Oh, how he had missed those days. Screw monogomy. From now on Michio was going to screw every piece of ass that was made available to him.
"Well you see, as much as I love the dancers..." Michio's hips started to sway in time with the music. That was about the real extent of his dancing. He didn't really 'get into' or 'feel' the music 'coursing through his veins'. He could grind, and he could make a total fool out of himself, but when it came to actual dancing, Michio was pathetic. He could barely even do dances like the 'macarena' or the 'Soulja Boy'. "I'm really not all that great at the dancing part."
"Emily sweetheart, you're going to have to tell me exactly what you're looking for here." Michio's hips continued to sway with the music as he spoke to Emily."Are you looking for a strip-tease?" Michio's eyebrow perked curiously. "Because you know I can do strip-teases. I have become quite good at those." The truth was that Michio had become good at almost anything that involved taking his clothes off. After all, he was the epitome of a male prostitute. But Michio didn't go to the bother of selling his body. If the person wanted it they could have it. After all, sex was no fun if one was by oneself.
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Post by Emily Walker on Oct 19, 2008 9:48:02 GMT -4
Emily stepped back to him, putting her arms in around his waist. She matched the way his hips moved, gently gliding her body against him. She looked up at him, her brown eyes frinding his. She leaned in and pressed her mouth against the smooth skin of his neck. She pulled from him gentlly, not stepping away, just putting a bit of space between them.
She looked up at him again. "Maybe you should take your clothes off for me." she said, voice soft but wanting. "Then I could return the favor." She was good at the clothing removal thing. Thats what she got paid to do. Doing it for some one not stuffing bills down her tong made it even better.
She pressed her mouth back against his, her lips melding in against his. No need for a relationship when you can just have casual sex with sexy guys. And, she had every intention of that. Hopefully he didn't say no.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Oct 22, 2008 17:23:18 GMT -4
Michio smiled as Emily stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. His arms snaked down and wrapped around her waist as well. His smile twisted into a smirk as he felt her grind gently against him. Now THAT dancing was definitely more of his style. His smirk only got wider as he felt her lips on his neck. Ah the neck. Michio's eternal weak spot. Not many females figured that out so early on, and Michio definitely had to give Emily props for that one. But before Michio could realize and react properly, Emily had stepped away from him, putting entirely too much space between them. Michio openly frowned at her, giving her a 'What'd you do that for?' look.
Michio's smirk didn't change at Emily's comments about his clothing. "Well, love all you need to do is say the word..." Michio stepped forward, shrinking the gap between their bodies. Not all the way, but enough for them to be able to feel each others body heat. He craned his neck, placing his lips dangerously close to Emily's ear. "And they'll be gone." Michio's fingers played at the bottom of Emily's shirt a little bit. He wanted it gone. He wanted all this unnecessary clothing gone. He wanted Emily now, and definitely later too. Kissing Emily's ear gently, Michio retreated back to his original spot.
A moment later Emily's lips were on him. Perfect, just perfect. She was delicious and Michio liked that. He ceased the movement of his hips so he could focus all of his attention on kissing Emily. Michio's grip on Emily's waist tightened a bit as he closed the gap between their two bodies entirely, pressing them tightly together. Biting at Emily's bottom lip a little bit, Michio reached a hand up holding Emily's chin gently. It was something that he normally did when he was making out with people and most often it went over well. Pressing his lips a little harder against Emily's, Michio grinded his hips a bit against hers. Nothing like a little heated friction right?
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Post by Emily Walker on Oct 26, 2008 14:13:29 GMT -4
Emily's own arms tightened on Michio as he tightened his. His hand was smooth on her face, lightly holding her chin. She pressed herself against him, holding herself as close to him as she could. The only problem, there were still layers of clothing seperating their bodies. She wanted more of his bare skin touching her bare skin. She gently slid a hand along his pant line, slidng her cold fingers along his lower back.
She pulled her mouth from his, and gently pressed it onto his neck. She ran her lips gently over his neck, from bellow his ear to the base of his neck. She turned back up to look at him, smiling devilishly. "I'd say the word. Only problem is, I don't know the word."
She pressed her mouth back against his with force, meshing her lips back onto his. She pulled him against her. There wasn't space left between them. The only space was filled with fabric. She pulled gently at the back of his shirt, wishing that it would just fall apart and stop covering what she wanted at this point.
Him.
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Post by michio jun okinawa on Nov 3, 2008 22:38:42 GMT -4
A shiver ran down Michio's spine as he felt those cold fingers against his incredibly warm skin. It was a different feeling, it was a little strange. But Michio liked it. Michio liked sex. And Michio liked Emily. Why not combine the two and make them both happy? Michio felt himself smile a bit as he felt Emily's lips on his neck. Yeah, by that point he was pretty much gone.
Pulling his head back and removing his lips from Emily's, Michio looked at her with a smirk playing on his lips. He chuckled a bit at the hand that had been playing with his shirt. "You have to make sure to say please before any of this fabric goes away." The truth was that at the point Michio was just teasing, something he did often even though it pissed him off when people did it to him. Michio knew what Emily wanted, because he wanted it just as much himself. But it wasn't very healthy to give into temptation too quickly.
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