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 better be locking it, too. Tyr is the smuggest person in the City now. ]
That was just an experimental massage. I have it figured out now.
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[Locking it? Absolutely. And Rita is so looking forward to this.]
So you're perfecting your moves now, is that it?
[She smirks, and then glances to the floor where her lighter shirt is lying in a heap. The dress she's wearing right now isn't really good for a massage, and she'll get warm way too quickly...It has to come off one way or another. She blushes a little, but looks back at him.]
So...should I change?
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[ Tyr is looking forward to it, too. He nods, grinning. ] That's right.
[ But... He didn't realise she took off her shirt before. For as smug he was before, that realisation makes him flush. ]
Yeah... I'll just...
[ Looking away now... ]
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[Rita flushes too, but she nods and turns around, feeling just a little self-conscious as she pulls the dress off and tugs the shirt on instead. She fumbles with it as quickly as she can.]
There--got it. This is better.
[And she turns back around, back in her shorts as well.]
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[ He never really cared about people getting changed in the same room as him until now. Probably because his thoughts weren't exactly innocent when they came in here.
He turns around with a small smile. ] More comfortable?
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[Knowing that this probably won't be a normal massage, there's a part of Rita wondering if she should have even put the other shirt on...But that might be too much. She is more comfortable like this, and nods at him.]
Yeah. So...
[She reaches out for his hand again.]
Ready?
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[ He wonders if he won't try to take it off again in a few minutes. It would be less awkward to do it when they're both laying down, though, wouldn't it? Right.
He takes her hand and walks to the bed with her. ]
I'm ready if you are...
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[Right. Probably...Her heart skips a little as she pulls him towards the bed.]
Yeah...I am.
[And she sits down, scoots back. She should lie down, huh...On her back again? That was how she was before, so...She tugs him down with her as she lies back.] This is how we were, right...?
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[ He climbs on the bed after her, straddling her even more closely than he was before. His heart is pounding more than it should. ] Yeah...just like this.
[ Now that he's over her, he can't help but admire her face, neck... He licks his lips. There's no reason to get shy now. ]
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[She think she must like this, too...She feels a little nervous, shifting her legs a bit underneath him, but excited too, and she reaches her hands up to his face to pull him in for a kiss.]
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[ This time, he doesn't even want the kiss to start out light. When she pulls him down for a kiss, he returns it fiercely. His hands are just keeping his balance at either side of her now, though. ]
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[She's only mildly surprised by his passion, and she crushes her lips to his just as roughly. This is exactly how she likes it right now.]
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[ He thought she usually liked it this way. His hand moves up to hold her jaw, nudging it down a little. ]
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[She certainly does--and especially right now, like this. At his prompting, she tilts her head a little and parts her lips so her tongue can dart out at his.]
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[ He hungrily meets hers right away. He's just about forgotten about how awkward they were a second ago. ]
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[The excitement definitely trumps the awkwardness now. Rita's kisses are fierce and eager, and she lets her hands wander, like she did before--over his shoulders, rubbing into the muscles there.]
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[ He rolls his shoulders into her touch with a pleased hum. She definitely knows how to do a massage. His hand slips down from her jaw, over her neck, across her shoulders- less like a caress and more like a grope. ]
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[And she likes showing off her skill with him, though her touch is rougher and less precise with how excited and eager she is. She likes the way he touches her, too, and shows it by sucking on his lip.]
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[ It feels good all the same, and it's not he realises he should have taken off his own shirt--or would that have been too bold? It's getting hot as it is, and he's not even wearing a sweater. He presses his hips more against hers, hands moving over her sides roughly. ]
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[That movement of his hips sends a little jolt through her, and she squirms a little against him. It felt--good, exciting. And his shirt is starting to feel like it's in the way to her, so she starts tugging at it to get at his skin underneath.]
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[ The feel of her hands under his shirt makes him shiver; he almost wants to tear his mouth away from hers to take it off completely. Just feeling her squirm under him is enough to make him kiss her more roughly and take her upper lip between his as he shifts against her. ]
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[She gasps into the kiss, yanking his shirt up to his shoulders and running her hands roughly down his bare back. That's better--though it it'd be nice with his shirt off completely--and she can't keep still, shifting her legs and moving her hips like they can't get enough contact.]
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[ That's much better. He moans against her lips, stretching up into her hands. It's not long before he can't stand the way things are, though. Especially with her legs moving like that. He breaks the kiss with the same roughness he was kissing her with. ]
Rita...
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[It leaves her breathing heavily, and she cracks her eyes open, face flushed.]
Good--get this off.
[And she stops rubbing his back to pull on his shirt again. If he's going to break the kiss, they might as well use this moment.]
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[ He's not in any better state than she is even though they've just started. He lifts his arms for her to take it off of him! Helping to tug it off and toss it anywhere that's not on them. ]
There...
[ Now back to where they were- with a kiss on her cheek. ]
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