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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[One of the best turning points they've had.]
Hmm...I've never tried without it, but it would help with the friction.
[She imagines a massage without it wouldn't be too bad as long as it was gentle and didn't last long...]
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[ Most of the other ones are pretty depressing. ]
Mm, that's true...
[ And Rita likes things a little rough, so friction would become an issue. He grabs the oil and positions his legs on either side of her. Just going to put some in his hands and warm it up first... ]
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[Yep...But everything got them to where they are now, too.]
I think it'll be easier...
[She settles down, listening to the rustle and waiting patiently (for once!) for him to start.]
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[ That makes it worth it! ]
Then I'll use it with you...
[ With a little hesitation, he lightly presses his hands over her lower back. ]
Is this the kind of oil you like?
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[They won't change anything!]
Mm...
[She shivers a little but also lets out the little hum.]
It's pretty good...better than some of the other flowery stuff.
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[ Yes~! ;v; ]
[ Oh, he sort of likes that reaction... He presses his hands into her back more firmly as he moves up her back. It's definitely intimate, he realises now as he looks down at her. ]
I guess I'll try to get a bottle of it for myself, then... So you don't need to bring one every time.
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[Oh, she definitely likes it--especially not that he presses more firmly (she would've told him to do that if he hadn't, anyway). He gets another pleased little groan from her, though she can't seem to decide if she wants to be relaxed or excited from the feel of his hands on her bare back.]
...Yeah...We're gonna do this more often. I have a different one I like, too--I'll bring it next time.
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[ If she were excited, he'd feel better about being excited himself. It's hard not to be excited that he's free to rub her back and that she likes the way he's doing it. He runs his hands up to her shoulder blades and follows the curve of the bone up to her shoulders. ]
You should- We can try that one together next time...
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[It's like she can't not be excited, even as that makes her take a deep, content breath.]
I'd like to...You know, you said you were bad, but I sure don't believe that.
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[ Hearing her say that makes him swell with pride and put some more effort into the massage. And maybe blush a little.
He can't believe just rubbing her back can be this nice. It's as good as when she gave him the massage (though in a different way). He slips his hands over her shoulders and gives light squeezes along them until he reaches her neck. ]
I just didn't think I could be as good as you.
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[She flexes her shoulders a little, just loving the attention he gives them. It's different from the massage Estelle gave her, but certainly not in a bad way--Rita couldn't say one's better than the other.]
Mmm...I can't really compare. I can't give one to myself. But this is...really good.
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[ He takes her flexing as an invitation to be a little firmer with them, but he's mindful to not dig his fingers into her skin. Which is really, really soft, he thinks. The more she compliments him, the more smug he is. ]
Maybe I won't read a book on how to do it after all, then.
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[And that's good enough to make her hum again and grasp the sheets in her fingers. It takes her a second to manage a reply to that!]
Th-think you're already the best?
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[ Best. Reactions. He works his hands away from her shoulders again, making little circles below her neck with his thumbs, as he leans closer to her. ]
You're the one giving me that idea.
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[He has good hands! ...Very, very good. Another breathy sigh from her as her flingers flex.]
Ah...Am I...?
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Yeah.
[ His voice is a little breathy himself. It's hard to resist the urge to lean down a bit down more and kiss her, but he pulls back and returns to moving his hands down to press his thumbs into her spine anyway. He can't let himself get too excited. ]
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[As much as she's focused on his touch, she catches the tone of his voice--he must be enjoying it at least as much as she did when she did his. And it feels amazingly good when he presses her spine like that.]
Mmm...
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[ Tyr just loves how much she's enjoying this. He won't doubt his skills again. He works his fingers down her spine slowly, almost kneading with his thumbs, to work out every knot.
As he does, he leans down to whisper in her ear- ]
If you fall asleep, you'll definitely be my bed later.
[ He's a true romantic. ]
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T-Tyr...!
[It's a half-groan half-squeak as she's both embarrassed by that and really, really enjoying those touches.
The most romantic. And a great masseuse.]
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[ Not the kind of reaction he was expecting! He's never heard his name said like that before. With a light laugh, he kisses the lobe of her ear as an apology.
He tries to be both of those things! He'll massage her spin slowly until he gets to the waistband of her shorts.
Even if going that low makes his heart beat pound more. ]
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[His kiss gets a tiny gasp out of her--that was...weird. But sort of good.
And he does a pretty good job! Rita's own heart races a bit, though she isn't sure if it's just from his hands going lower. She is comfortable with it too, though.]
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[ He doesn't usually kiss her there for sure. It felt weird to him, too, but that's all the better for him not to get too excited.
As long as he's doing a good job (based on her reactions), he'll keep doing whatever comes to mind. Once he's finished with her spine, he slides his hands over her hips and up her waist to get her sides with the tips of his fingers. ]
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[His touch is really good...She shivers a little, but as long as he doesn't touch her too lightly, it won't be ticklish. Just...really great.]
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[ He'll definitely not go too light. He thinks she likes it best when his touch is firm, and that's just how he keeps it as he moves back in towards the center of her back. ]
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[And he's absolutely right. She sucks in a breath, flexing her fingers again, and then lets it out slowly. So, so good...]
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