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 groans and arches her back as he touches her, and then it turns into a loud gasp. She's almost embarrassed by how shameless that was, but it doesn't stop her from pressing and moving right back up against him.]
T-Tyr...
[And she won't forget what he likes--his back gets more attention from her nails, her touch rough though she tries to be careful not to hurt him.]
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[ If she wasn't returning it just the same way, he'd be ashamed of himself. But now, there's no way he could be.
Her nails definitely don't hurt - or they don't hurt enough to snap him out of it - and he presses up to move against her nails as he continues playing with her chest.
Still- ] Rita?
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[She's becoming so addicted to his touch. She shifts her legs a little restlessly, still gyrating her hips lightly agaist him as she lets up with her nails and presses her fingers into the muscles of his back.]
Mm...Yeah?
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[ Now it's like a massage again... It feels really good. He shifts a little and slips a leg between hers. ]
More like this?
[ He loves the way her skin feels, too - under his hands, under his stomach, on his back - and he doesn't want to stop. ]
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[It only takes her a second before she moves her legs to accomodate him, nodding.]
Yeah...More like this.
[His touch just feels amazing everywhere...She continues kneading his muscles as well as she can, though she wonders if there's something else he'd like.]
How about you?
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[ He's not entirely sure what else he wants. The way things are going now is nice enough. He hums as she massages his muscles and lowers his face so their noses just about touch. ]
I like it this way...
[ Not that he might not want more... He just doesn't know what "more" is. ]
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[She looks at him, her eyes half-lidded as she feels his breath on her skin.]
Me too...You're--you're really good.
[And maybe to hide her blush, she leans forward and kisses him. He's too close for her to resist--and it gives her time to try and decide what "more" for him could be, though she's getting some ideas...]
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[ Hiding her blush would be pointless since he's kept his eyes open this entire time - aside from when he couldn't keep them open because of all the sensations from her touch.
Before he can respond back to that, though, he kisses her back passionately. Even if she's liked how he's played with her nipples with his fingers, he lays his hands flat against her chest and starts kneading gently. ]
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[She moans right into the kiss, pressing her chest into his hand. That feels really nice, in a different way. It's like a massage again, except--they're going more for the...full-body one.
Her hips shift against his leg a little, and she moves her hands down to his lower back, kneading the muscles, occasionally using her fingers while she keeps kissing him.]
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[ And if it was a massage, he'd probably have done this in the opposite order... But next time, they can do it like a real full-body massage. Right now, he likes the way she's working his back already, humming softly against her lips. He's not even embarrassed about how low her hands are; when his are moving over her chest and massaging her breasts like he massaged her back, he can't be. ]
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[And she's fast getting used to a massage like this; it simply feels amazing. Her hands work their way down a little more, to the waistband of his pants, and then back up again while she sucks on his lip. She just...loves everything about this.]
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[ If she could see his face now, he'd be the one blushing more. Everything about this is amazing, and he doesn't want it end. He shifts more against her hip, probably making his excitement obvious, but he really wants that much more contact. ]
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[And she eagerly presses against him, just as excited and looking for more contact. More contact...Her hands keeping roaming, though she moves them now to his sides and down to his hips.]
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[ His breaths become shallower as her hands move - or maybe as the two of them move. He starts to massage further down her chest reluctantly, going slowly over her breasts to give them one more touch. ]
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[She hums into the kiss and arches her chest into his hands. She never expected that to feel so good. And although she wonders if he would've liked similar treatment, she's a little set on her course of action right now...Her heart races again at the idea, but she wants to try it.
Her hands give a few moments' attention to his hips, and then she shifts a little and moves one hand experimentally down, over the front of his pants.]
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[ He wouldn't have complained in the slightest if she touched his chest, too, but he's loved everything she's done. And he really, really loves her chest...
Even if it's what he's wanted (so much more than gyrating against her), he's still surprised when he feels her hand over his pants. There's something just as inherently embarrassing as it is exciting about having her feel how hard he is. It's too late to pretend otherwise, though. He automatically moans against her lips and presses his hips forward. For the moment, though, his hands freeze. ]
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[Maybe she can check out his chest another time. As it is, she probably shouldn't be surprised by how hard he feels, but it still takes her off-guard. For a second, she's overcome with embarrassment, and breaks the kiss to swallow the lump in her throat.]
T-Tyr, you...
[He's really excited. For her. Once she collects herself, she rubs her palm over him to get a better feel.]
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[ If he was embarrassed before, her reaction makes him more so. He stays frozen over her, body tense. How should he even respond to that?
She manages to collect herself faster than he can, though, and his automatic response is only a deep, needy moan. He can't believe she's actually... He squeezes his eyes shut, and when he finally finds what he wants to say, his voice is heavier and shakier than it was before. ]
Let's... Let's keep going...
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[At first, she wonders if he's okay with it despite his obvious arousal, as fascinated as she is as she watches the expression on his face and hears his moan. His reply makes her feel a bit better--if still a little embarrassed over what she's doing--and she runs her hand over the fabric with a little more firmness.]
Yeah--how's that?
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[ Now he knows how embarrassed she must have been when he was feeling her breasts. He almost doesn't want to talk in case he can't hold in all the little sounds stuck in his throat. It feels so different when she's the one touching him.
Still, he can't help but act and sound just as excited as he feels. He buries his head against her shoulder, muffling his voice a little. ] Good--keep going.
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[It was certainly a mix of wonderful and embarrassing, though the former started to win. Now, as the one doing the touching, she's amazed just listening to him. How much can she excite him?
When he lays his head against her, she moves her free hand up to tangle in his hair while her other hand settles into a more rhythmic, circular motion. Feeling bolder, she then whispers in his ear-] More?
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[ He takes a deep breath, getting used to the rhythm she's started. He still wants to control himself a little though she's making it difficult. All he wants is more of her. ]
Please...
[ One of his hands slides off of her to give him support while the other moves over her breast again more roughly and less smoothly than before. ]
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[She can't believe how needy he sounds when she doesn't even feel like she's done much yet. It's kind of amazing...
She breathes in happily when he touches her, nudging her chest into his hand, and keeps rubbing him. But she needs to give him more...Her hand stops for a moment, and she licks her lips before slipping it inside his pants--shoving them down as she goes--to feel his warm skin.]
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[ She's done a lot before she even started touching him there. He's not selfish enough to ignore her when she pushes her chest up into his hand, and responses by massaging her there.
Or he wouldn't be. He shakes a little when the air hits him and her hand touches his skin, gasping quietly then swallowing back the lump in his throat. ]
R-Rita... [ He presses his lips shut against her neck to muffle himself. ]
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[More than she realized...She shivers a little at the feeling of his lips right there at her neck, but even that can't take her focus away from how he sounds and how she wants to touch him.
She shoves his pants down just enough so that they're not in the way, and then her hand drifts over him. She does it lightly at first, curious and a little awkward, and then reminds herself that this is supposed to be more, so she rubs her palm against him.]
How--how's that?
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