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poly_chromatic2012-09-18 07:45 am
synanthrope) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-09-18 07:45 am
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I don't wear T-shirts.
[She does not sound pleased]
This one doesn't match anything. I will not be coming in today. Shop is closed. Go somewhere else.
The City could at least make this curse stylish.
[ooc: she won't be seeing anyone in person today because her shirt reads: I killed my father and ate him and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.]
[She does not sound pleased]
This one doesn't match anything. I will not be coming in today. Shop is closed. Go somewhere else.
The City could at least make this curse stylish.
[ooc: she won't be seeing anyone in person today because her shirt reads: I killed my father and ate him and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.]
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I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. After the change. Before I was a bit more restrained.
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[She undoes her jeans and tugs them down over her hips, and folds them at the edge of the bed.]
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[Of course she folds them. He kneels up to meet her when she's done, no more than making body contact, though his focus when he looks down at her is a little hazy.]
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[She touches his sides, his stomach]
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[His palms skim the backs of her thighs.]
Probably a few other reasons.
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I was a skinny thing. Only three years out of Africa, I still had a pronounced accent.
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[He'd get rid of the underwear but quite likes working his way around it, slipping fingers under the fabric.]
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Men like tits.
[She spreads her legs just a little, just enough, her fingers against his skin]
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Ever seen Kate Moss?
[Or his ex wife, or that cheerleader he used to know?]
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[She's not going to show him her tits though. She's keeping his shirt on]
But I'll accept that I was just easy. I had another secret, too.
[She leans over to nip his ear]
I couldn't control my pheromone.
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That sounds like an accident waiting to happen.
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[Well. For her. She's definitely responding to his touch, though, moving her hips a little]
Do you like the challenge of cloth?
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I like a lot of things. [He presses the fabric of her underwear between her legs until it's tight against her, then works his thumb over the wet cloth] Do you like friction?
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Yes, I like friction. And the rub of cotton.
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[A hand against the small of her back, supportive, while he brings her off. Most women wouldn't hold out too long before shifting away from the constant, direct pressure. Her limits are often different and he's patient in finding them out.]
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[She tilts her hips against his hand, and she moves one of her hands behind her back and down her underwear to meet where his finger is still pressing against her, and her other hand is going down the front of his trousers]
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You first.
[Multitasking has a limit, Satya.]
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[It doesn't take much longer before she shudders a bit, her orgasm pulling a sigh from her, her eyes focused on him]
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[He's grinning as he kisses her, finally consenting to drag her underwear down her thighs, his damp fingers catching against skin.]
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[She just kisses him back, shifting her legs so she can pull her underwear off, and her hands go to his trousers]
You won't deny me this, I hope.
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But it doesn't matter. She's very good with her tongue.]
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It's not directly on his mind now, but he'd be hard pressed to focus enough to say what was. His response is on his lips instead, low and strained, a stream of incomplete words that shouldn't have been part of a good catholic education.]
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