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Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Samantha saw the slight offense of the language and blushed and looked down smiling. Sorry, I always forget to edit my motto and make it PG. She smiled and chuckled softly. She then looked at him and bit her lip and frowned. I am sorry, at least they know you care. I mean, someone who doesn't care doesn't just send money for school. She smiled comfortingly to him and then sat back looking around. It was dead at the diner. I am going to school to get my masters in Literary arts and a minor in English. She laughed and blushed. I am a huge fan of the written word. No other medium can put you in another world completely. Samantha found herself attracted to Tom. She was not sure what it was. It had been forever since she last had a boyfriend and she found herself wondering what it would be like to have an older man take care of her and hold her when she got lonely at night.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Tom shook his head and laughed when she mentioned making her motto PG. Fuck it. I like it, he said, flashing her a smile before taking another bite. He listened to her speak of college and he nodded his head approvingly. Way back when he was going to school, he contemplated English. He'd always been a big reader, his face always in a novel. He was a lot more of a bookworm back then. He still picked up a book every now and then. Since you're such a fan of written word, how about you grab me your order pad and we can communicate through little written messages for the rest of my meal. I want to impress you somehow, he said sarcastically, liking the playful rapport he shared with Samantha. Not only was he incredibly attracted to her, but he was getting good vibes from her in general.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

She laughed and leaned a hip against the counter and watched him. Sugar, what makes you think I am not impressed. You don't need to write of affections or love when it is coming off you in such strong waves, I don't know whether to tread water or give you the bill. She teased right back. Samantha realized it was borderline flirting, but she did this with every lonely guy that came in didn't she? No not truly. She smiled and turned and poured him more coffee. She then went back to cleaning and stocking cups under the counter.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Tom smirked and took a sip of his freshly poured coffee. Did I make it that obvious? It's just that since the divorce and with how much I've been working lately, I haven't had time for much of anything, let alone putting myself out there again. So, being in the presence of someone as beautiful as yourself, I feel obligated to flirt mercilessly,' he said with a laugh, giving her a quick once over. He must have been crazy thinking a woman her age would want anything to do with him. She was flirting, but that seemed ingrained in waitresses who banked on tips to get them by. He just hoped something could possibly come of it because he couldn't remember ever being so attracted to someone before.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Oh please, flattery will get you so far. She giggled softly to him with a wink. You are quite handsome yourself. She admitted.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Tom grinned and then finished off the rest of his food, taking a deep breath once the mammoth omelet was gone. So, what time do you get off? I'm going to be around these parts for a long time now that we just started construction. Maybe this old man can take you out sometime, he said, knowing he was probably crazy for even bringing it up. After all, he was at least twenty years older than her and he was sure she was just being nice because that's what waitresses did.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Samantha chuckled when asked what time she got off. Around 6. Enough time to go home, take a shower, then head to school. She smiled as he asked her out. She had tried going out with younger men that had always disappointed her. But then again he had girls around her age. She warred with the thought until finally she smiled and nodded looking at him. I would very much like that. She soon confessed and pulled out his bill and scrawled her phone number along the tipp and ripped it and gave him both. That's my phone number, don't loose it. She winked and looked at his plate and cleared it.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Never, Tom said with a smile, a little surprised that she'd accepted his offer. He took the piece of paper and tucked it into his wallet before pulling out the money for the check and enough for a very generous tip. He placed all of it on the counter and then lifted himself to his feet. It's been really nice meeting you Samantha. I'll keep in touch, he said with a smile, tucking his wallet back into his pocket. Maybe I can take you to the senior center on our first date, he added sarcastically. He nodded towards the door. I should be getting home, though. It all starts again tomorrow morning. Have a good night, he said, heading out the door into the cool air to head home.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Sounds fun. She waved at him. You too sugar! She watched him leave and smiled. She then looked around and went back to work. She was let off early so she went to her apartment to rest and get some last minute studying in. She laid on the couch and thought of her older Romeo. She continued her day as normal.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Tom grinned as he headed out to his truck. He'd just done the improbable and was on top of the world in that moment. He hurried home for some much needed rest and awoke the next morning for work feeling relaxed and refreshed. After a shower, he headed back off to the job site and got to work again. The day was long and as stressful as always, but it helped knowing at the end of his shift he could stop by the diner or give Samantha a call. He couldn't wait to see how things might actually end up when they spent time outside of the diner. During his lunch, Tom decided to shoot Samantha a text. Hey sweetheart. When are you free to see me? I can't stop thinking about you.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

She sat at home reading literature when her phone buzzed. She smiled picking it up and reading his text. She thought about it. She soon sent him back a text. I have been up all night and just finished classes. I will be free at 5. But for now I was thinking of sleep. She cleared lunch and grabbed her book moving to her bed that was just a mattress on the floor. She closed the heavy blinds in her apartment and laid there thinking of Tom. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. To feel him crawling over her naked body. Feeling him sink in her. She blushed and reached down and began to stroke herself as her thoughts continued.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Tom smiled as he read the text and then sent one back quickly. Okay. Let me know when you're awake. Sleep well. He ended it at that, not choosing to mention that just merely texting her as he sat at his desk and gotten him hard. He couldn't help but think about her constantly, still wondering if she'd agreed to see him as a kind of pity date or if she was genuinely interested in him. He hoped the latter, because he knew in the back of his mind he could please her better than anyone she found around her own age. Tom wanted to be afforded that opportunity. Badly. He finally tucked his phone back into his pocket and looked over the blueprint with a sigh. It was going to be another long day.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

She fell into a deep sleep thinking of him. When she woke up, she was wet and extremely horny. Groaning she found her phone on a stack of books and texted him that she was up and asked him what he would care to do? God she kinda wished he was here now touching her, doing whatever he liked to her. Getting up, she took a quick shower in which she pleasures herself, shaved herself bald on her pussy, and made herself smell beautiful. She hummed as she dried off keeping her phone on so she could hear him when he called. She walked to get some tight jeans that made her ass and legs look good a bra and shirt and went to brushing her hair.
Thread: The Older Man [Crusade & loneiysong]

Tom kept glancing down at his watch as he patrolled the work site. Things were starting to take shape and it made him feel like he was actually accomplishing something, which made him feel like it was worth it. Finally. As things died down and he glanced at his phone, he saw that Samantha had texted him. I'm going to be done here in about an hour. I can stop by and pick you up, but there's not going to be a lot to do this late. I mean, I can take you back to my place if that's not too forward. I'm up for anything. He sent the message, hoping he wasn't coming off like a creep, but he really just was desperate to see her. He'd been thinking about her all day and was literally counting the minutes until he could leave the site.
Thread: Looking for a Mentor, Master...

I would love to teach you. Just PM me what you are into.
Thread: Looking for a Mentor, Master...

Would very much like to mentor you . Older male of 60 here. Not into daddy or rough dom. How does this scene sound to you. Older male on his quarterly trip to vegas. As he sits in the lobby of the Flamingo hotel he sees a lovely young lady walking though. She is plainly dressed but he sees something in her, he is intriged by her. She approahes the sitting area and sits next to the gentleman. He turns to her and gazes at her and speaks hello how are you today.
Thread: Looking for a Mentor, Master...

Dropped you a PM hushed...
Thread: Nefarious' Thread- Go on, click me~

I wasn't able to use the internet for a few months due to some unfortunate IRL circumstances but I'm back now. I just re-read my initial post and.. ugh. I should apologize for the obnoxious use of french. Bumpity-bump!
Thread: Nefarious' Thread- Go on, click me~

Back after a long reluctant hiatus. Real life can be very demanding sometimes. Who knew? Oh and I also edited out the obnoxious use of French from the original post. Better late than never. Anyway- Bump.
Thread: Nefarious' Thread- Go on, click me~

If your roaming the female request threads take a peak at my requests. Perhaps we can get a story going.
Thread: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

ATTN Natasha Romanoff CODENAME Black Widow FROM Nick Fury SHIELD Black Op Assignment YOUR TARGET Andres Astardo Formerly Colombian Army colonel. Went rogue and established independent base in the Highlands. Known as LA BESTIA, or The Beast, due to his cruelty. 6' 3, former boxer, scarred in attempted assassination. Charismatic sociopath. Compound is luxurious villa surrounded by dense jungle and steep mountains. Inaccessible by road or foot, all travel and supply is done by helicopter. Security and staff number about 30. Target can only be killed onsite. OPTION ONE HALO jump into area. Infiltrate compound and eliminate target. Escape in captured helicopter. OPTION TWO Approach target when he visits casino in nearby city. Escort him back to compound and enter that way. Eliminate and escape. Good luck Nat. This is a tough op so I saved it for my best. I wouldn't insult you by sending along support. Nail this creep and I'll see you at the debrief - NICK
Thread: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

RE Black Widow Assignment Colombia Cant a girl catch a break? She said to herself, popping her phone back in to her pocket and giving the dummy in front of her a last flying kick to the head. It split open, ripping off with the follow through before rolling in to the corner of the room. A smirk came over her face as she held her fists up in the air still in combat mode. Working up a sweat, Natasha then grabbed a towel before making her way upstairs. Patting her face with the piece of material, she wiped away the sweat and proceeded up to her bedroom where the shower was. Getting undressed, she turned the shower on felt the hot water sting her body as it trickled down her. Hissing in a little pain, she liked these conditions, it made her tough and not easily beat. The woman had a few scars on her body through all the combat, reminders that she was human and could easily be caught if not careful and quick. These markings were all when she was young though, Natasha took pride in not being physically scared in the last five years. No one ever got that close now, she wouldn't let them. Once out and quickly dried, she slipped on an outfit which she was most famous for. The tight fitting costume or uniform that made her the Black Widow. She was sure she was stronger in this outfit, although it could never be proven. Putting on the finishing touches, like leather gloves and her boots, she walked down to her basement again and to a wall which seemed rather bare. Moving to the left hand corner she pushed against the surface and the wall swivelled around until she ended up in a room behind it. A vast amount of weapons were now available to her. Shotguns, Pistols, Grenades and Sniper Rifles. She took her favourite, the two pistols and placed them on either thigh in each holster. But they weren't ideal for her and the mission, they were just an insurance policy in case things went wrong. The Widow needed something more silent and stealthy. Then she saw a bow, and thought it would be rather cool to give it a try on a mission. Placing it over her head, she carried the string against her chest and put a quiver on her back to carry nearly a hundred arrows. Collecting a few more gadgets she put them on her belt and left the room, calling for a chopper to come and pick her up. Meeting the pilot on top of her roof on her helipad, the Black Widow was on her way.
Thread: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

RE Black Widow Assignment Colombia A crisp freshness hung thick in the rarefied air of the Colombian mountains. The cruel glare of the sun's baleful face was tempered by the cooling moistness, with a pleasing balance that was more than livable. After years in this soothing climate, there was nowhere Andres Astardo would rather live. He found it a welcome change from years of sweating in less agreeable parts of his homeland. Standing on his immaculately maintained grounds as the sun set, he savored a potent cigar and admired the vibrant peach-coloured sunset. A colony of bats, heading home for the night, made an eerie cacophony of squeaks as they passed in the distance. Astardo smiled in smug satisfaction, feeling every inch the patrn of his hacienda. He turned to admire a row of carefully maintained rosebushes. Standing among them, like some kind of ghastly garden ornament, was a steel spike adorned with a freshly severed head. Astardo drew languidly on his habana, the pungent blue smoke making an uneasy blend with the fragrant flowers and decaying remains. He admired the head as if it were an artwork of great wealth, his granite face and reptilian eyes as impassive as ever. Flies buzzed urgently about, and he dispelled them with a handwave as he straightened the glossy black hair that hung down from the grisly trophy, still showing signs of careful maintenance days after the head that bore it had been savagely separated from its owner. Take a look at that sunset, Carolina! he said with a drawl. You always did like a nice spring sunset. Such a shame you were so partial to some other guy's cock as well, eh? He drew deep on the cigar again, fighting down his easily ignited rage with a long exhale. Well, he made good sport for the dogs. I know you didn't like that much, but it was better than what we did to you, eh? His callous laugh, like a gurgling cackle, sounded out in the encroaching darkness. I always said you gave good head - look at you now! Utterly amused at his own joke, he laughed so hard it provoked a coughing fit which took him a moment to recover. He was still laughing softly to himself as he entered his villa. You are in good humor, patrn! grinned his portly butler Lupez, brandishing a tray of aguardiente. Astardo knocked back a bolt of the stomach-burning aniseed liqueur with experienced ease. Just making sure my bitch of an ex-mistress got the point!. He filled his glass and took another shot. Sadly, this leaves me alone for the evening. I'm in no mood for town, I think I'll head up to my office and do a little work before an early night. Have Freda make something light and bring it up, will you? Oh, and the bottle too. He replaced the glass on the silver tray with a clatter, before heading up the massive staircase to his wood-laden colonial study. Two of his bodyguards, bristling with weapons, saluted crisply and threw open the double doors that led into the heart of the villa. The thick oak doors shut tight with a thud behind him, and he sat down in his leather throne like a cocaine king.
Thread: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

Climbing from tree to tree, she was moving around the large fencing and managed to pass the cabin the men had wondered in to. The jungle was alive with sounds, birds were singing as well as monkey's chanting. Even a small insect such as a cricket could be heard as Black Widow found an entrance to the camp. The trees had been stripped to make way for a road. Counting her luck, she saw two bright headlights coming up towards the complex and thankfully it was a massive truck which must of been carrying supplies. Jumping from the tree, her footsteps brushed against the grass and twigs as she ran towards the vehicle while staying out of sight. Jumping in to the back of it, she saw a guard gaze at her with a puzzled look. Lifting her hands to a bar on the underside of the roof, she jumped and let the momentum carry her feet to the man's masked face. He fell down on to his back and Natasha quickly went over to him, grabbing his head in to a headlock before snapping his neck. Carrying the body, or rather dragging it, she hid with it behind a crate and felt the truck move on, driving in to the complex. Not knowing where she was being taken, she would sit there on top of the dead body behind the crate until the journey's end. The back of the truck, which was the only source of light from the outside suddenly went dark as she entered some kind of warehouse. The truck stopped and the engine was killed off. Staying behind the crate, she didn't hear any footsteps but rather some words. Leave it until the morning. There isn't any rush for it now said one man, his voice rather deep. Natasha moved slowly towards the back of the truck and looked out of it to see two men walking away from the vehicle. Peering outwards on either side she saw men up on metal staircases and balconies. She clearly liked to challenge herself. Climbing out of the truck she moved to the side of it towards the front. Hiding behind another large crate behind a set of stairs, she had to think about what she was going to do.
Thread: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

Astardo felt his mood lift swiftly as the potent cocaine took effect. For a few moments the room swam in a sea of sparkling diamonds. All gloomy thoughts of betrayal were gone, and instead he found his mind wandering to the question of a new mistress. Obviously a trip to the casino would be in order, perhaps as soon as tomorrow night. It would be a pleasant enough task, he thought with satisfaction. Hopefully there would be a blonde there he hadn't had a blond gringa since his men caught that CIA agent nearly a year ago. The memory of her brutal dispatch brought a smile to his face and he was lost for a moment recalling what was done to her. Suddenly snapping out of his reverie, he tried to focus on some paperwork laid out on the tabletop. But in his addled, distracted state the words on the page seemed to twist and intertwine like barbed wire. With a sigh of disgust he got up and turned to stare out the window into the endless gloom of the jungle night. The sudden drop of the valley just beyond the end of the compound seemed like the edge of the world. Somewhere in the grounds he heard to rattle of the a truck engine, its distant headlights faintly illuminating the inky black of the sky. Then it went silent, and Astardo knew everything was now locked down for the night. Somewhere, like faint headache, he felt a nagging concern that something was wrong. His hardened instincts were trying to warn him of something. But he ignored the concerns, attributing them to coke paranoia. Instead he drained his glass and left the study, heading down to his bedroom. His suite was larger than most small houses indeed, the nearby villagers could never have imagined such opulence. It continued the Spanish colonial motif. Astardo removed his leather shoes and lay out on the day with an irritated sigh. He was restless now, and unhappy about it. Grabbing the nearby remote he flicked on the huge flat-screen TV that was in front of him, flipping through the channels.
Thread: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

Looking around in the dimly lit warehouse, she tried to figure out how many men were inside and what their patterns were. For at least five minutes she stayed behind the crate under the stairs and viewed the two men who got out of the truck. They made their way out of the warehouse which made things a little easier for Natasha. Creeping away, she went to the headlights of the truck and peeked around the corner to see one guard on the top balcony and another on a ladder climbing down. Looking back up, she saw the one on top turning around to look at the view through the roof window. It gave her a quick second to draw her arrow and place it in her bow. As the guard left the ladder a clear shot presented itself to which she took. The arrow flew through the air and hit the man in the head, pushing his body with force underneath and out of sight. The noise of his corpse falling drew the attention of the other guard up above. Hey you didn't fall did ya? His English very broken and sounding more Hispanic. Another teasing of her bow string caused another arrow to shoot up and pierce the metal roof of the warehouse. Of course given her aim, the man's head was attached to it. His corpse just stood there, held up by the bow between his eyes. Given the room was dark, people would think he was standing and doing his job. Circling around the room, the girl stayed under the metal balconies, keeping herself in the dark until she came around to the first casualty. She took back her arrow and then searched the man. He had a radio on him, something which would come in handy she thought. Suddenly, two men came in, the ones who brought the truck in. Not wasting any time she quickly moved over to them. Given her agility she did three backward somersaults and on the last kicked the first in the chest before swinging her leg around and catching her boot in the other's face. Both were knocked to the ground and Natasha snapped one of their necks before the other got up.