Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Pour House Tavern Tales - *Tease*

One night, at the Pour House Tavern, located in an old quiet town in the middle of Tennessee, a man looked at a woman as she stood there, circling an old chair, trailing her hand over its back.  She wore a black and white mini dress, black ribbon tied heels, and on her thigh was a white garter, laced in black, holding a Dillinger pistol.  He sat back, his drink in his hand, and did nothing more but study the girl.  Her long dark tresses cascaded over her breasts, then flailed about as she spun--sitting in the chair, kicking her leg to the side.


Echoing against the walls, "Wet" by an artist named Nicole Scher- zinger could be heard, and she moved with a purpose, showing her sensuality in a way he had never seen. She slid over the chair smoothly, teasing it, toying with it, and in the most fluid of ways, sat down, spread her thighs across the seat, and looked into his eyes. It was then he knew he would have her, as her eyes, to him, dictated that she was his.


He stood up, and made his way to her, as she stood in front of the chair, gyrating slowly.  His drink in one hand, his other free, he reached for her, but she, being the tease she was, spun about and just out of his reach.  A grin slid over her lips, and he chuckled as she waggled a finger at him to give chase. An inviting scene to watch as it became a playful game of cat-and-mouse, until she finally dipped by its side and slowly stood, only to find her hair seized by his grip, his lips near hers, and the soft growl of him proclaiming, "Mine."


Well, Nayeli and I watched this sexy display of sensual torment take place that night, and we are proud to say that we confiscated that chair, as well as a trunk, a milk stool, and a keg, and had them tested to see what kind of magic they beheld.


Introducing.. the Pour House Tavern *Tease* by Firestorm Creations. Seven animations in four low prim items, designed to ignite the lust in any one that beholds its dancer.  In Trunk, Milk Stool, Chair and Keg form, it is sure to delight, not only the dancer, but the voyeur as well.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Pour House Tavern Tales - *Tease*


One night, at the Pour House Tavern, located in an old quiet town in the middle of Tennessee, a man looked at a woman as she stood there, circling an old chair, trailing her hand over its back.  She wore a black and white mini dress, black ribbon tied heels, and on her thigh was a white garter, laced in black, holding a Dillinger pistol.  He sat back, his drink in his hand, and did nothing more but study the girl.  Her long dark tresses cascaded over her breasts, then flailed about as she spun--sitting in the chair, kicking her leg to the side.


Echoing against the walls, "Wet" by an artist named Nicole Scher- zinger could be heard, and she moved with a purpose, showing her sensuality in a way he had never seen. She slid over the chair smoothly, teasing it, toying with it, and in the most fluid of ways, sat down, spread her thighs across the seat, and looked into his eyes. It was then he knew he would have her, as her eyes, to him, dictated that she was his.


He stood up, and made his way to her, as she stood in front of the chair, gyrating slowly.  His drink in one hand, his other free, he reached for her, but she, being the tease she was, spun about and just out of his reach.  A grin slid over her lips, and he chuckled as she waggled a finger at him to give chase. An inviting scene to watch as it became a playful game of cat-and-mouse, until she finally dipped by its side and slowly stood, only to find her hair seized by his grip, his lips near hers, and the soft growl of him proclaiming, "Mine."


Well, Nayeli and I watched this sexy display of sensual torment take place that night, and we are proud to say that we confiscated that chair, as well as a trunk, a milk stool, and a keg, and had them tested to see what kind of magic they beheld.


Introducing.. the Pour House Tavern *Tease* by Firestorm Creations. Seven animations in four low prim items, designed to ignite the lust in any one that beholds its dancer.  In Trunk, Milk Stool, Chair and Keg form, it is sure to delight, not only the dancer, but the voyeur as well.