Rita Mordio (
negativegate) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-01-31 09:27 pm
[audio]
[There’s no visual, but as you open this feed the first thing that can be heard is a low moan of a woman, obviously sounding relaxed, but also very pleasured.]
…Please, do that again.
So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?
Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…
All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]
[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!
[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?
Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]
Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.
Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]
I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.
[...and then audio shuts off]
[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]
…Please, do that again.
So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?
Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…
All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]
[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!
[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?
Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]
Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.
Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]
I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.
[...and then audio shuts off]
[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]

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[ All her practice clearly paid off. Even if it isn't absolutely perfect, her hands feel so warm on his skin and the oil really does make her movements feel flawless. Or maybe he's giving the oil too much credit. With or without it, he doubts that he wouldn't hum appreciatively or arch his back into the bed when she presses into his spine like that. He had no idea how much he needed that.
His eyes start to slip shut as he cuddles into his arms, his words turning into a mumble again. ] Just like that is good...
[ He can't stop blushing, though. The fact she's the one doing this and she learned just for him is always in the back of his head. ]
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[Her face flushes just a little; she's very aware of how warm and close they are, but she's so pleased by how much he seems to be enjoying it...]
I figured you'd like it like that. [So she pays more attention to his spine, pressing and drawing her hand right up to the back of his neck to work out the kinks.]
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You did?
[ His voice is more curious than anything as soft as it is. Since he can't see her, he wants to hear her voice more, even if it's to answer a ridiculous question.
He takes in a deep breath as she reaches the back of his neck, but to his own surprise it actually feels really nice. As it is, he's stretching out more as he hands press into him. ]
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Yeah. From when--you know, the day we...got together. I remember you liked it...
[Her voice is almost as soft as she presses to either side of the base of his neck. She doesn't think anything of it, but she expects that he'd tell her if he was uncomfortable with anything she does. She only holds her hands there for a moment, and then glides them over his shoulders.]
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[ When her hands move away, he lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. Talking to her has him distracted enough, and remembering that time makes him smile. ] You were good then, too...
[ Although he's not thinking that much about his neck, having her hands on his shoulders feels so much better. ]
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[She figures he's continuing to relax as she gets to each area, and she wants to concentrate on his shoulders a little bit, going over them with firm touches.
--That gets her to blush a bit again, though she's pleased to hear it.] So were you, you know.
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[ Rubbing his shoulders really does get him to relax. He almost turns boneless as she works on them, his eyes closing completely.
A little blush comes to his face as well, but there's nothing embarrassing about it to me. ] You just went the extra steps afterwards... You're really good at this.
[ Maybe he should pay attention to what she's doing so he can imitate her later. ]
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[She smiles, and even if he can't see it, it can practically be heard in her voice.] I made certain to learn it thoroughly.
[This is just how it should be--Tyr relaxing, as comfortable as he can be--and she goes ahead and presses a bit harder, working the tops of his shoulders and down to the the bottom of his shoulder blades.]
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[ He can fully understand why Estelle reacted the way she did now. He takes in a deep breath as he cuddles into his arms more. It feels so, so good. His voice comes out a little sleepy and breathy when he replies. ]
And it shows... You're amazing. [ She has every right to smile and be proud. ]
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[And she keeps smiling, even as she leans down a bit closer to tell him-]
Thanks. But don't fall asleep, or you'll miss out.
[She lets her hands move down his back again, still keeping her touch firm.]
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[ Oh. He shivers a little as she moves down again, her hands pressing just as firmly as he likes them. ]
I won't... This is too good to just fall asleep on...
[ Even if he is feeling so lazy. ]
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[She can't help but put all her focus on his little movements and his words; Tyr's really enjoying it, but so is she. She can't help that think Estelle was really, really right--this is pretty...intimate.]
...Good. I'll have to keep it up to keep you awake.
[And still firm, she pays some more attention to his spine once again.]
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[ He had no idea his back was so tense until she started focusing on it more. His breathing grows more shallow as she goes, just concentrating on how her hands move on his back and the way her voice sounds. ]
That's right...
[ Even if he dozed off, he doesn't think he could stay like this. ]
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[Despite what she said, she wouldn't entirely mind if he went to sleep--she'd rather he stayed awake, but if he's happy and comfortable...
And after making a few more strokes up his spine, she moves down to his lower back to work the muscles there.]
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[ Being touched like this makes it hard to really fall asleep. Trusting Rita completely doesn't mean he's used to being touched so much, even if they're relaxing touches. As her hands move to his lower back, he gasps quiet, tensing up slightly. ]
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[She's focused enough that she notices the light tension and pauses.]
Tyr?
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Yeah?
[ He can't really help it. He opens his eyes and tries to look over at her. ]
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[She leans enough to look at him, catching his gaze as she moves her hands over the area again.]
You're okay?
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[ When she repeats the movement, he knows what she means. He swallows a lump in his throat in his throat. ]
Yeah... Just a little nervous again.
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[She pauses again. If he's not comfortable with it, she doesn't want to keep doing it.]
So is this spot no good?
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[ He's quick to shake his head. ] That's not it... It feels good.
[ With more of a smile- ] Keep going.
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[She tilts her head a bit curiously, and then presses her hands to his lower back again.]
Okay. How's this?
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[ He closes his eyes again, taking a deep breath. ]
A little harder...
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[Harder it is, then. She runs her hands back and forth more firmly.]
How's this?
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[ An appreciative hum escapes his throat. ]
That's great...
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