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He leaned in and kissed her long and lovingly. “God I Love You!”After a minute of tongue play, Linda said. “Are you just going to stand there and waste a perfectly good hard-on? What are you going to do to me? Stretch me some more on your ‘authentic’ Medieval Torture Rack? Or something worse! Something... depraved, I hope!”
“Do?” He said as he ran his tongue around the delicate shell of her ear. ”Why, the three T’s, of course!” He said delightedly.
“The what??” she said, starting to laugh. “All right, I’ll bite; what are the ‘three T’s’?” Then, imitating the classic ‘damsel in distress’, she added, “What are you going to do to me? You...you cad...you, fiend!”
“I want to Teeeease you, Tiiiickllle you, and Torrrrrture you, my luscious wench!” said Chris, answering in his best Snydely Whiplash voice.
Tickle her? She hadn’t thought of that as a torture.“Oh, no…Christian!” She said fearfully, realizing just how helpless she was. “You wouldn’t tickle me while I’m like this would you?” Then she saw his smile. “Christian, please! I’m serious; please, please, please don’t tickle me!” she implored. “You know what it does to me!”
”You know, it’s very arousing when you plead.” He said, as he slowly untied the flannel belt that held Linda’s robe closed. “Even more arousing…when you’re naked.” He added, opening the flaps, and exposing her magnificent torso, with her firm, magnificent breasts, profound navel, and cleanly shaven pussy. “I think I’ll start the three T’s, on your luscious 40D’s.” Said Chris, as he began to fondle her large, supple breasts: lightly tickling them with his fingers, and arousing her nipples by slowly swirling his tongue around her swelling aureole. “I love that you have big tits…” he murmured, between licks.
She squealed, “NOOOOOOOOO! Oh, NO! Please…Christian, you knoOOOOOHHHHHHH, HAH…HAH…Haow sensitive I am there!”
“Yes.” He began rapidly flicking her stiffening nipples with his fingers. “I know…”
She moaned as his fingers sent tiny shocks through her tingling nipples, and he smiled as he saw her hips begin to pulse with an all too familiar rhythm. “Faster!” she gasped, “Oh, please…faster!”
His fingers moved like lightening across her nipples, bringing her closer and closer to climax.
“Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AAAAAAAHHHH… “
Just as she came, he dug his fingers into her ribs, squeezing and wriggling them.
“…HHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOOO!! NO! NO! NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! She pleaded, as she futilely bounced and squirmed, trying to escape his fingers.
Chris grinned with sadistic delight. “Admit it, babe, you love this.” He said, moving his wriggling fingers up and down the sensitive sides of her ribs. “You haven’t laughed this much since we were inBillings, and we were both high.”
“EEEEEEEEEEEYYYYAAAAAAAAA!!!” She screamed. “Please, Christian, PLEASE STOP!! I caah…caah…caahn’t TAKE ITT!!!“Sure you can.” He laughed, squeezing her large, erect nipples between his fingers “You’re a tough cookie from “Da Bronx”,remember?’
“I lied!” she gasped, as he began stretching them. “I’m really from…from…Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh…JERSEY!!!!”“Ooo, you lie like a cheap, K-Mart rug!” he said, moving towards his workbench. “Little girls have to be punished for lying!”
“Punished…?” she said, in a feeble voice.
He returned with a jar full of various brushes, a handful of wooden clothespins, and slim cords of varying lengths and sizes. “Yes, punished…” he grinned, and placed the items on the edge of therack, right next to her head. “…and I never thought I’d be
using these to do it.”
“Oh, noooooo…” She pleaded. “Please, Christian, not those!!!”
“Necessity is the mother of invention.” He chortled, as he deftly clamped one of the clothespins around Linda’s’ erect nipple.
Her entire body stiffened with pain.“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! OHGODOHGODOHGOD….”“God has nothing to do with it.”, he said, as he clamped her other nipple.
Linda gasped and bucked wildly, trying to dislodge the vicious clamps.
“This won’t do at all.” Said Chris, as he moved to turn the iron crank. “Let’s stretch you some more, shall we?”
The heavy iron ratchet clicked, and Linda felt herself being pulled fractionally across the bed of the rack.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH…AAHH…AAHH…AAHH…!!!” she cried, her ribcage lifting, her breasts rising slightly, and her stomach hollowing. Another turn, the ropes creaked, and Linda felt her arms and legs drawn tauter between the rack’s boundaries.
“For every turn,” she heard Christian’s voice whisper, “you are stretched barely one-tenth of an inch. Not very much…is it?”
Another turn, and she winced as an ache began to spread in her shoulders and arms, echoing the slight ache in the small of her back.
“AAAAHHHHH…” Was Linda’s only reply, her breath now coming in short gasps. The clothespins pointed straight up.
Then he sat down next to her. “Yet according to my research, therack is at its most effective over a long period of time. In fact, I’ve read accounts of this kind of torture being drawn out over a period of hours…days even. Patience was the name of this game” Then he thought for a moment. “We’re not doing anything this weekend…are we?”
“No, not that I know of…” she gasped, then realizing…”You’re not going to keep me here all weekend!!!!”
“You said you wanted to stay home and finish painting, didn’t you?” He said, reaching for the jar, selecting two small brushes. “Here’s a good spot to start ‘painting’.” He said gleefully, moving to the soft, smooth hollows of her armpits.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAH! HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH! HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” she shrieked. “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! PLEASESTOPPLEASESTOPPLEASESTOP!!”
He paused briefly. “I wonder if Bob Ross started out like this…?” he mused. “Oh, well!” he added happily, as he continued to brush her reddening armpits, alternated from lightly stroking to digging deep with the brushes smooth, wooden handles.
Linda shrieked, writhed, and shook the entire rack in desperate attempts to escape Chris’s tickling.
After many minutes he finally stopped, leaving her sobbing, gasping, and soaking with sweat; her hair spread across the platform underneath her.
“Enough...Enough...please…!” She tried to say between breaths, “I ca…can’t take an…ymore…”
“Sure you can.” He said as he cranked the gears to the rack again.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Linda screamed, as her fettered hands were raised a half an inch off the bed of the rack, her bare feet now pulled tightly against the steadfast stocks.
Another cruel turn of the crank, and the pain surged in her shoulders, instigating a throbbing in her hips. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth open wide in silent reaction. She felt her limbs drawn to their limit, but didn’t know how many more turns of the crank she would be able to endure. “Please...Christian …Please!” was all she could say.
“Do you really want me to stop?” He said, his face suddenly filling with concern. He tripped a gear-catch, and let the ropes go slack, and then he removed the clothespins.
She winced deeply, and looked at him with tear-bright eyes. “Kiss me.” She answered.
He bent down and kissed her hungry mouth, her tongue drilling deep, swirling around his in wanton abandonment. Her breasts were still heaving as their mouths finally disengaged, and Chris gently kissed his wife’s tingling nipples. “Please…please…Don’t stop…” she said, licking her moistened lips.
“Don’t stop…?” he said, surprised.
“…teasing me…tickling me…torturing me…please…” she rasped. “You have…no idea…how this turns…me on…”
“Are you sure?” He said simply.
Linda nodded. Even simpler. Chris moved to the crank and began to pull the ropes taught again. “We’re about to enter undiscovered country.” Another nod…and that smile.
One notch, then three more, and Linda screeched in pain.“Mercy!...Mercy!...please…” she pleaded through her tears as she felt her helpless body stretched further than before. He moved swiftly, re-attaching the clothespins to her rapidly swelling nipples.
The ratchet turned again, the rack creaked, and Linda screamed once more…but not for the last time, for her loving husband would continue to stretch her slowly, mercilessly…all night long!

...to be continued
 
The museum idea is a neat way of getting the rack into the present day. I like it
I hope its going to get plenty of use before being shipped off.
Arousing too . . .:p
Poops
 
Chapter II​
( More than a mouthful is wasted…)​

Linda moaned. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWhhhhhat…what…time is it?”
Christian looked at the old, stained electric clock above his workbench. “Just past one.” He said.
Her eyes widened. “We’ve only been down here for an hour?”
“Time crawls when you’re having fun!” he laughed.
“Some fun…” She panted. “Maybe for you…”
“What…? You’re not having fun?” He said playfully. “Well, it’s early…”
Despite the dull pain of her racked body, she giggled. “You have far too much time on your hands…Mr. Hyde!”
“Oh, so now you’re laughing at me? Is that any way to treat your loving husband?” he said in a mock-hurt tone.
“My loving torturer, you mean…” she countered.
He smiled, “Is there any other kind?” He reached over and began pulling on the newly-reinstated-clothespins attached to her aching nipples. “So…are you having fun, my love…?”
“AAAHHH…AHH…AAAAHHHHH…!” Was all Linda could muster.
“I can’t hear you, babe.” He said, slowly pulling them upward.
“EEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYAAAAA…YESSSS! YESSSS...OHFUUUCKINGGGGYESSSSS!!!!!!” she wailed, as he pulled further, stretching her breasts to their limit, and causing her to arch her back in a futile attempt to relieve the pain.
“What delicious 40D’s you have, Grandma!” He said in a ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ voice. “The bigger and better to stretch them, my dear!” he answered in a ‘Big Bad Wolf’ voice, pulling them tighter still, and then suddenly releasing the unforgiving clamps.
Linda yelped as her breasts bounced back. Her nipples were throbbing as she tossed her head from side to side “…please…please…” she gasped weakly.
He ignored her pleas, sat down next to her, and began tickling her breasts, tracing his brushes around the swollen, rosy borders of her aureoles, down and around their smooth undersides, which caused her to squeal and thrash about more violently, bouncing her ample breasts in all directions to escape.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHH! AHHH! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OOHHHHGGGGOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!!” she howled as she flinched and writhed, trying futilely to escape.
“Wait, I have an idea.” He said, getting up, and going into the small basement utility closet. “Don’t go away…”
“Oh…” She said between breaths. “And I was going to do…the laundry!”
He chuckled as he emerged, holding some kind of wooden contraption.
“What’s that…?” She said, warily.
“I use this to hold lacquer cans steady when I’m on a ladder!” He said proudly. “It’s my own design. See, two cans go here, in these two holes between these thick wooden pieces. Then I close them around the cans, and tighten them with these wing-nut screws, locking them in place.”
“Like stocks for paint cans.” Linda ventured.
“Yes, exactly babe!” He exclaimed. “Like stocks. Only…I’m not going to use them for paint cans!”
“What…?”
He moved quickly, and within seconds Linda’s breasts were encased between the wide wooden sections.
“Now, let’s see if we can make them a little more…snug.” He said, as he turned the wing-nut screws, tightening the stocks around her helpless breasts.
“AAAAAHHHHH!!...NO!NO!...PLEASE!!!...PLEASE!!!” She wailed, as the stocks constricted around her tits, squeezing them between the unyielding wood.
“Much better!” He finally said. “Now…let’s have some fun!”
Christian tickled-tortured Linda’s luscious tits for the better part of an hour, alternating from brushes, to fingers, to two sharp knitting needles he used as paint stirrers: tracing them up and down her armpits, pausing every so often to tighten the stocks further, which caused her breasts to bubble out of the top. He spanked the tops of her breasts with the flat sides of wooden paint stirrers, and jabbed and rapidly brushed her engorged, thumb-sized nipples vigorously with the stiffest bristles, sending her towards near insanity.
“Still having fun?” he asked, pausing in his toil. He leaned over and tightened the screws a few more turns, then sucked greedily at her nipples.
Linda could only nod, having no breath left to answer. Tears were streaming down the sides of her face. Her breasts had turned a bright red, and her nipples were extremely sore.
“What’s the matter, babe? Cat got your tongue?” he said with an evil grin.
She was still panting as he moved to the head of the rack. “I know what will loosen it.”
Another turn of the crank, and Linda was stretched another tenth of an inch.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! MERCY! PLEASSSSE… ”She shrieked. She was stretched tighter than a bowstring, and the pain was starting to grow, spreading down her sides, her belly, in her hips. This was not the sudden, sharp pain of a traumatic injury, but a dull, relentless, throbbing pain; the result of the gradually increasing and deliberate force of the chains pulling on her wrists, while her ankles remained locked in place. She started to moan. She understood now how ‘patience was the name of this game’, and Chris had always been a patient man. He was taking the time to stretch her slowly, mercilessly, and oddly enough, she was loving every toe-curling moment of it.
“I can’t believe that I’m doing this!” she thought. “I’ve never felt like this before!”
She was also acutely aware of how aroused she was.
“I can’t believe that I’m so…Horney!” Then, she looked up at her loving husband. “And I can’t believe that he is as excited as I am!”
Chris was entertaining similar thoughts. “I can’t believe that I’m doing this!” he thought. “This is a dream come true!”
From his vantage point he saw Linda’s magnificent body stretched out before him; lying on her back, her arms framing her beautiful face, her breasts bubbling out of his makeshift ‘tit stocks’, her legs spread out wide, and her long, polished toes visible over the top of the rack’s stocks. Sweat covered every inch of her bare, alabaster skin; glossing her breasts and heaving belly, her long and taut limbs, her throat and face. He began to run his tongue down her neck, over the tops of her aching breasts, towards her helpless navel.
“Oh god…no…no, not there!” Linda sobbed, at the thought of his tickling her down there.
For the next twenty minutes, his tongue did just that, drilling deep into its crevice, dancing around its edges, while his fingers lightly tickled her sides, her thighs and most of all, her smooth, newly shaved pussy.
Her entire body quivered, shook and spasmed as the torment continued. “I…I….CCCCCAN”T…T…TAKE…OOHH, OOHH…MMMUCCHMMMMOORRRE!! AAHH! AAHHH! AAAAAHHHH!!!” she managed to gasp.
His tongue moved further down, and began to lightly flick her pussy, tasting her musty wetness.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.” He hummed, “Somebody’s still awake.” He grasped her inner lips with his fingers and spread them wide, exposing her ripe, vulnerable vulva, with its innermost treasure crying out for attention.
“Let’s see what kind of damage I can do down here.” He said, licking her clitoris, which resembled a dark pink, open rose. He licked gently, rhythmically, until her hips began to pulse in tandem, gaining momentum as her breaths came shorter and shallower.
“Ohhh, ohhh, oohhhhh… oooooohhhhhhhhh…” she purred, from deep in her throat.
The tip of his warm tongue tickled her there, swirling back and forth, up and down, and in and out of her moist, unprotected vagina, exciting her feelings of lust once more, so that, despite her being stretched tightly, her hips began to undulate in rhythm with his vigorous licking. He gently kissed, and sucked on the little red button, flicking his tongue rapidly across, bringing her to the brink of climax, then ceasing, leaving release just out of her reach. She groaned her frustration as he continued in this manner for many minutes, building her up, and then letting her fall back into the empty abyss.
“Oh please…” she rasped, “Please…let me cum…”
 
“You want to cummmmmm?” He said, as his lips grasped her quivering, hypersensitive clitoris. He started humming again, his lips sending the vibrations through her like electricity, causing her to clench and spread her fingers and toes in involuntary spasms. She gasped in rapid successions as her pulsing became more insistent, and her breathing earthier.
After only a few moments, she realized that he was humming “The Star Spangled Banner”. “Oh my God!!” she thought, “I’ll never be able to go to a Yankees game again!!”
She threw her head back, opened her mouth in a silent scream, and came. Wave after wave of spasms rippled through her body as his entire mouth worked lustily, devouring her throbbing vulva. She bucked, thrashed, and screamed, as he held her clitoris between his teeth, squeezing the little inflamed nub, which sent her cumming again and again, gasping for air and coughing out a plea to stop this new torture, before she succumbed to asphyxiation.
“OH CHRISTIAN!!OH CHRISTIAN!!PLEASE…PLEASE…PLEEEEEASE….”she begged.
Just as she thought she would go insane, his mouth released her clitoris, which continued to quiver and pulse in the aftermath of her countless climaxes.
After a few moments, he leaned close. “Still with me, my love?”
“Forever…” she whispered, still panting.
She screeched in surprise as he turned the crank another notch tighter, then climbed back onto the rack between his wife’s stretched, spread legs.
He unbuckled his jeans, and slowly unzipped. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this!” He rasped.
“Then fuck me…please, fuck me!!!” She gasped through the pain.
The first touch of his cock sliding easily into her sent Linda into further spasms of pleasure, the like of which she had never experienced in her life. Chris pumped her pussy furiously, and scarce seconds later, exploded inside her, crying out as he came.
“CCHHHRRRRISTINNNAAATTEEEEAACUPPP!!!!!...jesuschristjesuschristjesuschristjesuschrist…”“I thought we were atheists?” Linda said, thoroughly fucked.
“We are.” He responded. “But you have to yell at somebody! And your Aunt Nancy doesn’t fit the bill.”
They laughed as he climbed off the rack, reached over, and tripped the ratchet release that held Linda’s body taught. The ropes holding her wrists suddenly went slack, and Linda cried out in relief as the tension was released.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!Ahhhh….ahhhh…ahhh…” Her voice trailed off, leaving only the sound of her heavy breathing.
“I’ll bet that’s the most orgasms you’ve ever had in a row, babe!” He said in awe, releasing her poor, tortured tits from their prison.
She exhaled deeply, “Oooooohhhhh…It beats Billings by a mile…” Linda said, weakly through her smile.
They laughed at the memory of their honeymoon night. They were supposed to be in Aruba but fate and a “heep o’ snow” turned their “direct” flight into a “not-so-direct” flight, and they found themselves stranded in Billings…Montana.
“Boy, what we did to that hotel room…” mused Chris.
“What didn’t we do…” came a small voice below him.
He stared down at his naked, voluptuous, half-tortured wife. “We never did this!” He laughed. “But I know something we haven’t done for a looooonnnngg time!” He climbed on top of the rack, kneeling between her still out-stretched arms.
“Oh…!” whispered Linda, as his large errection hung inches over her head.
“We haven’t been down ‘Route 69’ for a while.” He said as he stroked the long length of his shaft.
“No…” she said, tilting her head back, “Let me…”.
He gently guided his cock into her open mouth, and felt her warm, swirling tongue explore every inch of its head. Linda loved having him in her mouth, her skillful tongue making him cum that first time in the darkened movie theater in Billings, and then every time since: and Chris, well, he never had been a complainer.
“I love torturing you.” He said, as he lowered himself down to “feast” once more. “I love torturing your tits and your delicious, wet pussy…” he said, stretching her soft, inner lips wide again; his tongue flicking her aroused clitoris. “Why didn’t we do this years ago?”
“MMMMMMUUUUMMMMPPPHHH!!!!MMMUUUMMPH!MMMUUUMMPHH!!! ” was all she could reply, for he was rhythmically pumping his cock deeper and deeper into her eager mouth.
After only a few minutes, he felt her tongue flatten out against his shaft, and her mouth squeeze tighter and release in tandem with his pulsing, as her hips started to quiver. He knew that they were both nearing climax, and redoubled his efforts; sucking and licking. Then she let out a long high pitched scream that sent an electric shock down his cock, pushing him over the edge to orgasm.
Needless to say, they came together.
“OHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMYYYYGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!” It was Christian’s turn to scream, as he shot what seemed to him like gallons down Linda’s throat. “Uhhhh…I LOVE when, uhhh…you’ve got me in your mouth, uhhh, uhhh…and you cum…” he tried to say.
“MMMMMMMM!!! MMMMMMMMMMMM!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” She gulped in response.
He was still pulsing gently in and out of her mouth, lightly scraping it along her teeth, sending little shocks into him, which started getting him hard again.
“Uhhh, uhhhh…Let’s see whaaahhhhttt other sounds you can, uhhhh… make with me in your muh-muh-muhouth…” he tried to say, as his hand reached for the brushes he was using to torture her before.
“I love…you…” he said, as he began to lick her yet again,
Linda moaned a passionate approval…then felt the stiff bristles scrape her sides, and burst out in series of high pitched screams. “EEEEEE!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! MMMMPPHHH!!! UHN UHN! CREEEESHHENNN!!! PPPWWWEEEEEEEZZZZZ!
“Ohhhhhh, I love it when you say ‘please’…” He said as he intensified the tickling, while pushing himself deeper down her throat, gagging her.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRGGGGGG!!! MMMMPPPHHH!!! MMMUUUUPPPPHHHH!!!! OHHHHHHHHH PPPPWWWEEEEEEZZZ!!!! NNNUHHH,NNNUUUHHH MMMAAAWWWWWW!!!...” she begged him.
He pushed himself in as far as he would go and she squeaked in terror as he continued tormenting her, alternating between licking her till the point of climax then tickling her sides, belly, and thighs.
“MMMM, MMMMMM, MMMMMMMMMAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!! NNNNUHHHH!!!! EEEEEEE!!! AHHH!! AAHHH! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” was like music to his ears.
Then, he hit upon an idea, and reached over for the jar of brushes.
“This will do nicely.” He said, as he selected his longest bristle brush (actually, it looked more like a small pony’s tail) and began wickedly whipping his wife’s pussy with it.
“MMMPPHH!! MMMPPHH!! MMMMUMMMMUMMMMMUPHHH!!! PPWWWEEEZZ!!! MMMPPHH!!CREEEEESHHHHENNNN!!!! MMMPPHH!! PPWWWEEEEEZZZ!!!!! MMMPPHH!! MMMPPHH!! MMMPPHH!!...” “Git along little pussy; git along, git along. Git along little pussy, git along…” he sang, as he rhythmically whipped her, pumping his cock deep into her throat. He could see her long, burgundy painted toes clenching and spreading over the top of the stocks, and it made him harder still.
“You’re next, my ten little friends.” He thought, as he whipped Linda’s pussy faster and faster; zealously cumming again into her mouth.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!MMMMMMPPHH! MMMMMPPPHHH! MMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!!”Linda also came, her glistening pussy now a bright shade of crimson.




...to be torturously continued.
 
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linda r said:
...to be torturously continued.
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Linda, use another textcolor type this lettertype is not readable in the default-setting....................

Hansi
 
admihoek said:
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Linda, use another textcolor type this lettertype is not readable in the default-setting....................

Hansi
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True - but it's well worth the effort of switching to Blackend for this story!​
(or just run the cursor over the text to reverse the colours)​
 
linda r said:
Better...?
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'fraid not Linda, can't see it at all in Default.​
On the whole, it's best to use boring old white on black in Blackend​
which switches to black on white on Default, for long stories​
 
I'm confused; my screen is dark grey, with light text...like a blackboard. Is this not the standard?
 
Eulalia said:
'fraid not Linda, can't see it at all in Default.​
On the whole, it's best to use boring old white on black in Blackend​
which switches to black on white on Default, for long stories​
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So I should just let the screen dictate the color of the text?
 
linda r said:
So I should just let the screen dictate the color of the text?
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Yes, that's certainly the "safe" way.
Some of the brighter colours show up okay on both styles, but you need to experiment and check in both styles before posting.
 
Eulalia said:
Yes, that's certainly the "safe" way.
Some of the brighter colours show up okay on both styles, but you need to experiment and check in both styles before posting.
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As you wish...;)
 
and I'm very quiet now girlies:D
 
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