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A Tale of Two Barbs: A Pirate Cay Adventure

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Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Soooo, Here we go again, fans. A tale … this time of two Barbs … not one … that takes us back once again to that lovely Caribbean Isle known as Pirate Cay, courtesy of yours truly in partnership with that scoundrel talented CF writer who calls himself Windar. Enjoy!

1.

Stepping out of the shower, water in her eyes and groping for a towel, she was surprised to have one handed to her. She gave a start, wiped the terrycloth hastily across her face, and opened her eyes to see her husband, Roger, grinning wolfishly at her.

“My God! You gave me a start!” she exclaimed. “I thought you were out of town until Friday!”

“Shut up and get back in that shower,” he said, giving her a gentle shove. He was naked.

“Whatever you say,” she chirped. “This had better be good, because I have a plane to catch. I’m flying to Washington DC today.”

“Really? I thought the campaign was over, Barb? Your guy got elected, Prez. You won. Game over.”

While she and her husband got many things right, politics wasn’t one of them. She was a flaming liberal, he a dyed in the wool conservative. As professional political operatives they mostly kept politics out of their marriage … well, maybe ‘mostly’ was putting it a bit too strongly … she being a highly argumentative sort … but at least it never came to blows. Love conquers all.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she said huskily, remembering that it had been a while, with both of them away from each other campaigning for opposite sides.

“Exactly what I intend to do,” he laughed, shoving her back against the wall of the shower stall with one hand and turning on the water with the other.

“Mmmmmmm” she murmured, eyes closed, as he cupped both of her breasts in his hands and began teasing her excitedly-erect nipples with his mouth, alternating back and forth from one to the other, sucking and nibbling each time. He knew that to be the kind of foreplay that drove her absolutely wild with desire.

“Now! Now! Do it NOW!” she demanded after several minutes, pushing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and attempting to lift herself high enough against his body to impale herself on his rigid cock.

Grabbing her tight little ass cheeks with both hands, he offered immediate assistance, boosting her up and slipping himself smoothly into her invitingly warm, open and wet pussy.

Later, as they lay side by side on the bed in the bedroom, she traced a finger playfully over his chest, and murmured, “It’s been a long time, Roger, but I gotta tell you … THAT was really good!”

He nodded, raising himself on one elbow to run a finger teasingly around the pebbled surface of the rosy pink areola surrounding one of her nipples.

“Mmmmm … oh God, I want to … but I can’t, Roger! I’ve a plane to catch. What time is it anyway?”

“Almost 10 AM.'

“Oh Shit! I’ve gotta run. I’m late. Quick call me a cab while I get dressed. Thank God, I’m already packed."


Grinning happily, he called a cab for her on his cellphone while watching her hop around getting into her black bikini panties and then leaning forward to slip her lovely tits into a matching bra. He loved to watch her dress … almost as much as he loved to undress her.
 
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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
“Shut up and fuck me,” she said huskily
It's nice to have the real Barb back!
“Now! Now! Do it NOW!”
Perhaps a bit too real?

A good start - hot, hot sex. No need for a lot of creativity here, Barb (and what's-his-name), just aim at the lowest common denominator!

The @Barbaria1 we all know and love
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Also, after a painstakingly long search, I uncovered that most rare of obscure finds - a clothed picture of Barb!
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montycrusto

Slave Trader
Good to start a story with a Bang!!
her husband, Roger, grinning wolfishly
Clearly a bit of jolly rogering is in the offing..
“Shut up and fuck me,” she said huskily
Short and to the point… :p
Grabbing her tight little ass cheeks with both hands
For safety reasons, you understand.. :rolleyes:
slipping himself smoothly into her invitingly warm, open and wet pussy.
Yes, definitely a cf story.. ;):D
Great to have the team back together.. but “TWO Barbs”?? That’s going to be interesting. And by interesting I mean holy shit. :eek:
 

windar

Teller of Tales
Carvelle and Mataline?
For those who don't follow American politics, James Carville and Mary Matalin are a married couple of political consultants-he is a Democrat who worked for Bill Clinton and she is a Republican. More recently we had Kelly Ann Conway who worked for a certain President, and her husband, George, who, though a Republican, was a leader of the opposition to him.
 

montycrusto

Slave Trader
For those who don't follow American politics, James Carville and Mary Matalin are a married couple of political consultants-he is a Democrat who worked for Bill Clinton and she is a Republican. More recently we had Kelly Ann Conway who worked for a certain President, and her husband, George, who, though a Republican, was a leader of the opposition to him.
But are their children demicans or republocrats? :confused:
 

twonines

Senator
Is that me or is it MTM? We Minnesota girls all enjoy having that wholesome look. Must be the long cold wi
Soooo, Here we go again, fans. A tale … this time of two Barbs … not one … that takes us back once again to that lovely Caribbean Isle known as Pirate Cay, courtesy of me in partnership with that scoundrel talented CF writer who calls himself Windar. Enjoy!

1.

Stepping out of the shower, water in her eyes and groping for a towel, she was surprised to have one handed to her. She gave a start, wiped the terrycloth hastily across her face, and opened her eyes to see her husband, Roger, grinning wolfishly at her.

“My God! You gave me a start!” she exclaimed. “I thought you were out of town until Friday!”

“Shut up and get back in that shower,” he said, giving her a gentle shove. He was naked.

“Whatever you say,” she chirped. “This had better be good, because I have a plane to catch. I’m flying to Washington DC today.”

“Really? I thought the campaign was over, Barb? Your guy got elected, Prez. You won. Game over.”

While she and her husband got many things right, politics wasn’t one of them. She was a flaming liberal, he a dyed in the wool conservative. As professional political operatives they mostly kept politics out of their marriage … well maybe ‘mostly’ was putting it a bit too strongly … she being a highly argumentative sort … but at least it never came to blows. Love conquers all.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she said huskily, remembering that it had been a while, with both of them away from each other campaigning for opposite sides.

“Exactly what I intend to do,” he laughed, shoving her back against the wall of the shower stall with one hand and turning on the water with the other.

“Mmmmmmm” she murmured, eyes closed, as he cupped both of her breasts in his hands and began teasing her excitedly-erect nipples with his mouth, alternating back and forth from one to the other, sucking and nibbling each time. He knew that to be the kind of foreplay that drove her absolutely wild with desire.

“Now! Now! Do it NOW!” she demanded after several minutes, pushing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and attempting to lift herself high enough against his body to impale herself on his rigid cock.

Grabbing her tight little ass cheeks with both hands, he offered immediate assistance, boosting her up and slipping himself smoothly into her invitingly warm, open and wet pussy.

Later, as they lay side by side on the bed in the bedroom, she traced a finger playfully over his chest, and murmured, “It’s been a long time, Roger, but I boots tell you … THAT was really good!”

He nodded, raising himself on one elbow to run a finger teasingly around the pebbled surface of the rosy pink areola surrounding one of her nipples.

“Mmmmm … oh God, I want to … but I can’t, Roger! I’ve a plane to catch. What time is it anyway?”

“Almost 10 AM.'

“Oh Shit! I’ve gotta run. I’m late. Quick call me a cab while I get dressed. Thank God, I’m already packed."


Grinning happily, he called a cab for her on his cellphone while watching her hop around getting into her black bikini panties and then leaning forward to slip her lovely tits into a matching bra. He loved to watch her dress … almost as much as he loved to undress her.
Great start, Barb, really hot. Nice context for when you are going through your paces on Providencia!
 
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