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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[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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Good. So you like it harder here?
[That's a good sign, and it makes her feel better. She tries pressing a little bit harder to see if that's any better.]
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[ As long as it's not too light, he likes it. He presses down into the bed more to accommodate her more, slowly getting back into the mood he was in before. ]
Yeah, but a little...
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[So not too rough--of course, she doesn't want to hurt him. So her touch firm as she works the muscles there, seeing if he relaxes more.]
How's this?
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Nice...
[ His voice isn't as sleepy as before - he's woken up a little bit - but it's still heavy and calm. After a few seconds, his muscles relax again. ]
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[She wonders a bit about the tension before, but she's just glad to see him relax again.]
Good.
[With her smile returning a bit, she works his lower back for a little longer, and then moves upwards to his mid-back again.]
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[ Tyr won't ever give her an explanation. It would ruin the massage.
Besides, he's more happy to hear the smile in her voice again. As she moves up his back again, he releases a breath slowly. Much better. ]
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[She might ask another time...But not today! She wants to make him relax as much as possible again, so she concentrates on his mid-back, moving her hands back and forth over his skin, and then up his spine again.]
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[ That just...feels really, really good, and he decides he likes it just like that. His fingers grip at his arms as he stretches with her touch, whispering her name happily. ]
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[Now that's much better. Her heart beats a little faster, and she decides to repeat the movements--working his mid-back, then rubbing his spine. Her voice is soft as she speaks-]
Better?
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[ His voice is almost a purr: ] Perfect.
[ He could get used to this fast. The way her hands work his skin and the sound of her voice - her - are all too great. ]
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[She likes the way he sounds and how he feels, and she can't help but respond-]
Good. This won't just be a one-time thing, either...
[And again, up his spine--and now she moves her hands out to his shoulders, giving them a good massage.]
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[ A smug grin comes to his face when she says that. ]
It better not be. Just this is amazing...
[ He wants this all the time. ]
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She smirks, too, though "just this" makes her wonder about what else she could do...Maybe another time.]
You like it that much?
[She knows he does, but she wants to say it anyway as her hands run over his shoulders.]
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[ Full-body massage....... Though he meant the way she was rubbing his shoulders. ]
I love it... You must've worked on this a lot...
[ He has no problem giving her compliments. ]
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[A not-normal massage....And Rita certainly notices that he does seem to like having his shoulders rubbed. Even if she doesn't do the whole back massage all the time, he'd probably like the shoulders...]
I had a few days, and Estelle helped...But it's good, huh?
[She is pretty smug! And working the tops of his shoulders now.]
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[ Yep... She wouldn't even have to take off his shirt to do it... Not that he'd just ask her to do it randomly, as much as he's enjoying it now. Humming happily, he nods against his arms. ]
I can't believe you have to ask that...
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[Maybe sometimes she'll just feel like doing it randomly, anyway...and she doesn't mind him having his shirt off, not at all.]
Yeah, well...Maybe I just like hearing you say it.
[She might as well be honest. And she'll keep her attention to his shoulders for now. Aside from his arms, on which he seems pretty comfortable resting his head, she's done pretty much everything. She just doesn't need to stop quite yet.]
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[ Tyr wouldn't object to taking off his shirt for her now, either...She makes him feel like he looks good without any curses.
Oh, Rita. He can be honest, too. ] Then you're amazing at this.
[ He doesn't really want her to stop, either. He's awake and he could give her a massage right now, but he can be greedy. ]
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[Rita definitely thinks he looks good. She can't even deny that she really likes this.]
I knew you'd like it.
[Smug, but she blushes all the same. And Tyr can be greedy for a while, because she'll keep it up for now!]
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