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as he continued to unapologetically axe the inches between them, the dancer felt herself continue to thaw under the heat of his smoldering gaze, those poignant observations, that scalding touch —

she closed her eyes as she felt him pull her closer by her waist, as if she was bracing for the impact of her own horrible decision not to retract. her mind and her body were a crazed blood-bath of contradictions; whilst the former was screeching for her to run out of the room and back to her self-constructed gilded cage, the latter was reacting embarrassingly to his firm grip on her waist and his breath teasing her neck. her core throbbed between her statuesque thighs, demanding his attention, as well — had the circumstances been any different, her dress would’ve already been reduced to a fabric puddle on the floor.

feeling his tongue connect with her skin pulled a shocked little sigh out of her. she had to quite literally bite down the weak moan that wanted to follow, teeth pressing into her inner cheek as if it was a juicy peach, ripened for consumption. her body was quickly filling with a feverish desire that threatened to incinerate her from the inside out. it quickly burned through whatever traces of resistance were left in her overstimulated system and managed to make a mockery of all the effort she’d put into constructing those defenses — specifically against this sort of a situation. she’d been reduced to sparkling putty in his hands, moldable to his desires, and to her own, for that matter.

she managed to pull herself together tightly enough to respond to his inquiry, voice surprisingly stable given the firestorm ravaging her insides. “ there are plenty of other ways to lose myself, ” she simply answered, pulling back a tad so she could force herself to peer up at him. she didn’t doubt the quality of his product, rather, she doubted her heart’s ability to withstand the bagged stimulant given its current racing state. had he offered her a cannabis-infused gummy bear, however, her answer would’ve been a tad different; she obviously indulged in recreational substances between seasons.

after a few moments of holding his gaze captive, she leaned back in, her lips conducting an almost exploratory graze of his jawline. they stopped once they reached his chin, where upon she strategically angled her face up so their respective bottom lips were just barely touching. in that moment, she was convinced that touching him was the closest she would ever come to touching the sun, the outcome just as deadly. the control she’d maintained over her voice just seconds before had seemingly collapsed and floated away with misshapen fragments of her self-respect, leaving her words uneven as they settled against his lips. “ ... maybe you should lose yourself completely. " words acted as both a suggestion and a challenge simultaneously — she desperately needed the unbreathable pressure between them to be ruptured and doubted her ability to break it first.

alejandro could see paloma breaking down piece by piece. her stiffened posture, her closed eyes, the way her head instinctively nuzzled into his touch despite every effort to resist—it was all unraveling before him. the tension in the room was suffocating, but it wasn’t new. it had been brewing for months, thickening every time they were near each other, every time their gazes met. now, it was at its boiling point. her whispered question hung in the air, laced with vulnerability. alejandro felt a flicker of something darker, something more dangerous than lust, stirring within him. it wasn’t just about wanting her anymore. it was about breaking past that final barrier, pulling her into the inevitable chaos they had both been dancing around. he didn’t answer right away. he let her question simmer between them, let the tension mount as his thumb brushed slowly against her lips, tracing the soft curve with a deliberate slowness. her breath was shallow, shaky. he could feel her resolve hanging by a thread, and he wasn’t about to let her off the hook.

“us?” he echoed, his voice a low rumble. his eyes were locked on hers, even though she tried to hide behind her closed lids. he could feel her slipping deeper into the sensations she was trying so hard to resist, and that only fueled him further. he tilted her chin up slightly, forcing her to face him even if she refused to open her eyes. “there’s no end to this, and you know it,” he said, his voice a blend of calm and intensity. he leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing hers. "i’m not looking for an escape plan, and neither are you." his hand slid from her chin to the side of her neck, his fingers curling around her skin, feeling the pulse of her racing heartbeat beneath them. she was so close to giving in completely, he could feel it. she just needed that final push.

he pressed closer to her, the heat between them almost unbearable. "you want to know what us is?" he whispered, the words deliberate and dangerous. "it’s everything you’ve been too afraid to admit. everything you’ve wanted but couldn’t ask for. it’s this." he pressed his lips softly against her neck, testing the last of her resistance. "and you already know there’s no going back." a hunger that alejandro had been holding back for far too long finally broke free, like a wolf with no prey left to chase but the one standing helplessly in front of him. he couldn’t restrain himself any longer—the tension, the forbidden attraction, the electric pulse between them all came crashing down like a wave he no longer wanted to fight. his hands tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her even closer, and without hesitation, his tongue darted out, grazing the soft, vulnerable skin of her neck. he tasted her, warm and sweet, the scent of her perfume mingling with the saltiness of her skin. it sent a shiver of heat down his spine, igniting a desire he had barely been holding at bay. the softness of her skin was a stark contrast to the intensity of his actions, and it only made him want more. alejandro’s lips pressed against the spot where his tongue had just traced, and he felt her pulse race beneath them. his breath came out hot and uneven against her neck as he whispered, "you taste just as good as i imagined." there was a dark satisfaction in his tone, a sense of victory he didn’t bother hiding. he continued, his mouth trailing along her neck, tasting, biting lightly as if to claim what he knew was already his. his free hand slid down her waist, fingers teasingly tracing the curve of her hip before slipping into his pocket, retrieving the small bag of powder he had offered earlier. he pulled back slightly, just enough to lift the bag in front of her, holding it between his fingers like a taunting reminder. his voice, low and dangerous, filled the space between them. "you sure about this?" he whispered, his lips still brushing the skin of her neck as he spoke. "you don’t want to lose yourself completely?"

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curious, russet brown eyes peer up at the man from beneath voluptuous lashes. his words trickle through her amused mind, causing her to tilt her head to one side as if attempting to dump them out. “ who said i had to…? ” her knees pressed down into the floor beneath them, centering her position before him.

open to: f, nb, m (side, if m) muse: kai anderson (40) is a literary editor in a loveless, sexless marriage. he is a submissive you can find out more about here plot: any!

"Hey, listen, when I said you could make it up to me, I didn't mean you had to do this..."

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gory sounds of the beloved horror classic fell into the dim background as all of liz's senses honed in on the femme next to her. despite her perceptive hues being focused on the large screen before them all, she was much more interested in the scene that her peripheral vision was capturing. kat’s delicate touch against her bare thigh acted as a welcome encouragement for liz to proceed, to push against the already-flimsy boundaries struggling to stand between them. at some point during the innocuous debauchery, her diligent index finger was joined by her ringed middle one, digits teaming up to collaboratively pleasure what she deemed as hers. kat's rebellious retort instantly brought about a smirk on the brunette's face. had they been in any other section of the house, without the extra sets of eyes around them, liz would've already had her petulant best friend harshly bent over either her lap or the nearest surface with her pretty cunt exposed to her. this secretive escapade, however, provided a novel thrill that was perhaps even more satisfying than the aforementioned. she was convinced that if the television's volume was even slightly lower, they would all hear the squelches of delight that kat's pussy was providing in response to liz's corruptable touch. as fingers began pumping into her eager hole with more vigor, liz casually leaned over and rested her chin atop kat's shoulder, eyes never leaving the screen. her words filtered out through the softest whispers, only audible to her best friend. " i bet part of you wants me to just wreck you in front of them...show them how wet you get for me. " she emphasized the theory with another swift pump of her digits deep within her silky core.

The pleasure that Liz was already giving her made it feel like the room was empty. Sure, she heard the sounds of the movie in the background but to her... nothing or anyone was around. Her body was filled with pleasure, breathing increasing as her fingers pumped in and out of her. Kat was holding back a moan as she was so close to letting one slip. Kat's hand quickly grabbed onto Liz's thigh, just wanting to touch her, feel her closer to her. Kat was close to kicking everyone out of her place. She wanted to be loud, moan, scream, end up between Liz's legs just to taste her. Liz knew how to drive her crazy and this situation was no different... if anything, she was driving her more insane than she ever had before. "Make me," Kat grumbled under her breath towards the other woman as she spoke. Every time Liz's fingers would pull out of her dripping hole, Kat would let out a soft whimper, her hips bucking into her hand. Even though the feeling of her playing with her clit took over and electric shocks of pleasure taking over her body, she was wanting the feeling of her fingers inside of her, filling her. She wanted to cum around her fingers and coat them in her juices so she could later clean them off of her digits.

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he was closing in on her, like a determined wolf circling the object of its hungry desires, cutting off its possible exit routes in the process. his eerily calm and almost clinically calculated encroachment made her think about what a lamb must’ve felt like in her final moments, if she knew that the end was ringing over her head like funeral bells under the watchful gaze of her pursuer. of course, the imagery was horribly juvenile. paloma wasn’t some innocent, helpless creature at the non-existent mercy of its attacker — she had been just as complicit in this odd cat and mouse game they’d been playing as he was. was she the mouse? was he the cat? did it even fucking matter? alcohol always did swell the whimsical storybook narratives residing inside her head, serving to romanticize even the most tragic of situations.

she found herself violently resisting the innate urge to melt into his touch, agile body artificially stiffening further under his hands’ inappropriate caresses and brushes. her own posturing felt unnatural, for as strongly as she attempted to resist him, she didn’t exactly put herself into any sort of motion to pull away. this simple inaction further secured her status as unclean. in that moment, she despised him for confronting her with the truth. she knew that she had cursed herself the day she began allowing her gaze to linger against his and the night that she found herself actively looking forward to going out with mando, because she knew he would be there, too. their respective bodies breaking what should’ve been impenetrable boundaries now, well, that was simply another shiny nail in the coffin that contained her and mando’s relationship. or what was left of it, anyway.

she sealed off her gaze with heavy lids, as if not maintaining that line of sight would somehow lessen the corrosive betrayal seeping out between them. this decision worked against her, for cutting away her visual access to him somehow intensified her other senses. this illusion caused his breath to feel like pure fire as it brushed against the side of her neck, smoldering sensation flooding up into her flushed face once she felt his touch make a home there. if her muscles weren’t so intent on maintaining a statuesque rigidity, she was sure that her knees would’ve easily buckled out from under her in response to his breathtaking proximity to her.

us. pesky word taunted her with the assurance of calvary to come, but also with a misleading sense of hope. she was far too submerged in her internal panic and external stimulation to make sense of the latter. instead of attempting to do so, her head instinctually nuzzled into his touch, lips barely grazing against his thumb as she met his pointed statements with a simple set of inquiries. “ us…what’s us to you? what’s your end goal, ale? ”

alejandro watched the inner battle play out across paloma’s face, every flicker of doubt and fear as plain as day to him. she was losing the fight with herself, that much was obvious. her defenses were crumbling, and the more she tried to scramble for something to hold on to, the more fragile her resolve became. when her soft voice finally broke the silence, her words came out as more of a plea than a statement of conviction. he didn’t flinch at the mention of armando, nor did he look away. the weight of what she said was undeniable, but alejandro wasn’t swayed by it. he’d already crossed lines he could never uncross, and whatever guilt he might’ve felt had faded a long time ago. armando’s name was a dull echo in the back of his mind now—a man who, truthfully, hadn’t earned the loyalty paloma was still trying to cling to. alejandro let the silence hang between them for a moment, letting her words sink in before he spoke. he took a step closer, his body nearly pressing against hers, his hand still resting on the small of her back. his thumb traced slow circles there, a subtle reminder of the magnetic pull between them.

"i haven’t forgotten who he is," alejandro said, his voice low, almost a murmur. "but you’re here. right here, with me. that’s the only thing that matters right now." his tone was steady, unflinching, as if he were stating a simple fact rather than addressing her concern. he could see the way her body reacted to his closeness, the way she seemed to fold under the pressure of his presence. it was intoxicating, knowing that no matter how hard she tried to resist, she couldn’t deny what was happening between them. and it wasn’t just lust—it was something darker, something born out of frustration, betrayal, and the kind of attraction that was impossible to walk away from. alejandro’s hand slid from her back to her waist, pulling her just slightly closer, enough for her to feel the heat between them. "look, i get it," he continued, his voice still soft but insistent. "you want to do the right thing, keep this clean. but we both know this stopped being clean the second you started looking at me like that." he leaned in again, his lips hovering near her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "you’re not a cheater, right? that’s what you’ve been telling yourself." his voice dropped, almost mocking, though not unkind. "but if you really believed that, you wouldn’t be standing here trying to convince yourself otherwise."

alejandro pulled back just enough to look at her again, his eyes searching hers. he wasn’t asking for permission—he wasn’t the type to wait for that. he could see the answer in her already. "you’re not here because of him," alejandro said, his voice taking on a more serious, almost gentle tone now. "you’re here because of me." his fingers tightened slightly around her waist, grounding her in the reality of the moment. "and as fucked up as this is, i don’t think either of us is walking away from it." he wasn’t rushing her—there was no need to. paloma was teetering on the edge, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she tipped over, whether she admitted it to herself or not. alejandro’s hand slid up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. "so stop pretending this is about him," he whispered, his voice barely audible but laced with intensity. "this is about us."

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his words acted as a blanket of cool assurance over the small prickles of concern that cropped up in her mind. of course, she too had pondered about the after — if only briefly. the girlish woman wasn’t exactly known for her contemplation of longterm consequences. some called her impulsive; she much preferred to think of herself as simply existing in the moment and floating on the pretty wings of whatever came her way. her version sounded better, at least.

“ you know what, it’s not gonna be weird, because i said so,” she declared, little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. with that bold assurance centering itself between them, she scooted a tad closer to him and happily resumed her practice, her mouth eager to make up for the time lost to their exchange. she adored how his cock twitched with excitement against her tongue, reaction a testament to her technique. perhaps her skills truly didn’t tarnish, after all.

just like before, her head sank a little further down with each enthusiastic bob, until a final swoop swallowed almost the entirety of his length up. she could feel his tip connect with the back of her throat, sensation birthing a few tears in the corners of her eyes from the tightness. she mentally danced through the pressure, determined to hold him there for as long as humanly possible until her animalistic need for breath overrode her desire to impress. the petite brunette rose back up, an involuntary gasp replacing his cock. as she caught her breath, her curious eyes traveled up and down his spit-covered length, admiring the glossiness she created. it was a brief detour, for as soon as her breath was regulated, she immediately dove back down to finish what she’d started.

Isaac giggled into a moan--

or moaned into a giggle--he couldn't be sure.

Either way, his hands fell on Gia's wrists, stopping her again. "You don't play fair," he said, his voice breathless, but deep. "How am I supposed to give you a well... well-thought-out answer if you're... doing that?" The smile on his face, however, and the way he throbbed and twitched and leaked in her grip said he wasn't complaining at all.

He gave her wrists another squeeze, but this one affectionate. "I honestly think this is great. We're talking, we're having fun--it doesn't have to be weird! The only weirdness would be afterward, when we both realize how much we liked doing this. Together." He waved the thought away. "But we can deal with that later because... I really want this, please. And I'm down to do anything that helps you practice and... that you might enjoy."

He wasn't quite sure what he was suggesting, nor did he care: he was having too much filthy fun with his best friend and he wanted more.

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the brunette bit down into her lower lip, as if to hold back the wave of exhilaration that threatened to drown her. she was more than pleased to discover that kat was already soaked for her, cute little cunt practically crying for some attention beneath their shared blanket. even if the luxurious fabric hadn’t been draped over their respective chests, the rest of the crew were huddled together on the floor before them and apparently already enthralled with both the film and the myriad of snacks neatly arranged on the coffee table, their attentions collectively captured. both of the aforementioned combined with the film’s refined sound filtering out from the tv’s quality speakers rendered the two girls on the couch virtually invisible. liz used these factors to her upmost advantage; her middle finger settled against kat’s needy clit and delivered some generous rubs against the hardened nub before eventually descending into her drenched hole. her own cunt throbbed in response to the wet feeling, her walls clenching around nothing. “ you shut up, ” she half-whispered back, words containing a double meaning considering the situation she ignited. her middle finger continued that pattern, migrating from pumping into kat’s slick hole to silently assaulting her clit.

Just being near the other and feeling their legs touch was enough to have Kat get wet. The more her fingers trailed her legs to her shorts, the wetter she became. The touch that came from Liz just sent electric pluses through Kat's body. Kat typically wasn't the type to be quiet when it came to being intimate with someone. She always tried her hardest, but with how good it felt, she always wanted the other to know how good they made her feel. Her eyes were on the television, but she wasn't paying attention to anything that was going on the screen. "Shut up," she muttered to Liz as she spoke, her hips continuing to move against her hand. She knew that she was in trouble with Liz and having so many people around them, she wasn't sure how she was going to control herself. Her legs spread a bit more, just giving Liz more room for whatever she wanted to do with her under the blankets. Her green hues scanned the room briefly to make sure nobody was paying attention to them or the movement that was going on under the blanket.

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paloma wasn’t a cheater. at least, that is what she used to be able to confidently assert if she ever had to. her dating history was freely devoid of any sleazy emotional entanglements, let alone physical infidelities. unfortunately, she wasn’t able to say that about all of her prior partners. hell, she didn’t even know if she could guarantee that about mando. whilst both had access to the other’s phone, there were hours of unaccounted time in mando’s days that often left the femme feeling uneasy about his whereabouts. the few times she tried to put voice to her concerns, the man quickly shot them down before they could even properly lift off the ground. according to him, her murky past was clouding her image of him, and he was the one who had more to worry about given her close proximity to male dancers.

perhaps he was right. perhaps she wasn’t seeing clearly and this distorted viewpoint was rocking the boat, leading them both towards treacherous waters. and yet, concerns remained latched to the back of her mind like wind chimes; the slightest of whisper of potential threat sent them obnoxiously clinking into the forefront of her waking thoughts.

another hard swallow. despite imbibing more than her fair share of lemon-limey, vodka-infused bubbles, she suddenly felt as if she hadn’t consumed a beverage in hours, throat dry and threatening to constrain around unspoken words. velvety richness of his voice paired with his breath grazing her pearl-adorned neck ignited a new wave of goosebumps, another grand betrayal of her convictions. did she even have a hold of them anymore, or did they take off on the sharp winds of his callout? she didn’t resist his fingers’ guiding of her chin, her silently-distressed gaze meeting his own once her head came to a halt. she was instantly reminded of why she didn’t allow her gaze to linger against his own for too long; he could’ve pierced a gaping hole clean through her soul with that darkened stare.

the dancer desperately scrambled through the depths of her mind for a response — any response — to his remarks, but fell short under his watchful eye. finally, defeated, she abandoned her quest to form any cohesive defenses, mouth instead pooling out her flimsy-yet-poignant worry. “ ale…he’s not just my boyfriend…he’s your best friend, too… ” she knew that he didn’t need reminding of the painfully obvious. however, she hoped that by highlighting that basic fact, she could deter him from proceeding — this was her only hope of maintaining her clean record.

alejandro’s eyes remained locked on her as she spoke, watching the subtle shift in her expressions—how she fought to maintain control, but her body was betraying her. the flush on her skin, the goosebumps that rose beneath his fingers, all told him exactly what he already knew: paloma’s resistance wasn’t about him, it was about her struggle with herself. her words said one thing, but her body was screaming another, and alejandro wasn’t one to miss the signs. he let her comment about him not being an errand boy roll off with a faint smirk. that was just the surface banter—paltry cover for what was really going on. as she looked away, searching the room for some distraction, alejandro stepped closer still, closing the already narrow space between them. her admission—this needs to stop—hung in the air like an awkward apology. he knew she didn’t mean it, not really. paloma could be a world-class dancer, a master of crafting a story with her body, but even now, she was terrible at lying. her voice faltered, and the moment she yanked her gaze from him, alejandro could see the doubt twisting inside her. he tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as if analyzing her every movement, the words she hadn’t yet said. this is fucked up, ale, she had said, and he couldn’t argue with that. it was fucked up. But that didn’t mean it was going to stop.

alejandro let out a low chuckle, stepping even closer so that the heat of their proximity was undeniable. his voice was soft, laced with dark amusement, yet there was a seriousness that crept beneath it. “yeah, it is fucked up,” he said, his tone calm, measured, as if he was contemplating it all for the first time. “but you and i both know you didn’t come here to tell me that.” he leaned in just slightly, enough to let his breath graze the side of her neck, making her shiver again. “if you really wanted this to stop, paloma, you wouldn’t have let it get this far. you wouldn’t be here, standing in this room, with me.” her attempt at pulling away, even verbally, was weak, and alejandro knew that as well as she did. his hand slid to the small of her back, not forceful, just enough to feel the tension in her muscles, the way she seemed to brace herself, conflicted. “you want this just as much as i do, maybe even more,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “and i don’t think it’s just the vodka talking.” he let the words hang in the air between them, the dangerous truth neither of them wanted to fully admit but couldn’t escape. pulling back slightly, he tilted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to look at him again. her porcelain features, usually so composed and controlled, were cracked open, revealing vulnerability she couldn’t hide. “so stop pretending this is about guilt or what’s right. you’re here because you want to be, paloma. and maybe that’s messed up... but it’s the truth.”

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for as much as liz enjoyed the halloween season, it was difficult to fully immerse herself in the spooks that were set up for their friend group to enjoy that evening. on and off throughout the entirety of the horror film rolling out on the screen before them, she found her mind drifting towards the body sitting within close proximity to her own on the well-loved couch. as usual, kat was looking enticing — too enticing to simply ignore in exchange for another rewatch of the texas chainsaw massacre. emerald hues briefly glanced over at the femme whom she was sharing the oversized sherpa blanket with before they migrated back towards the screen to take in the film’s opening exposition. she maintained her gaze steady ahead as her hand began to inch towards kat’s lap and eventually, between those perfect thighs. exploratory fingers teased light circles over the fabric of her shorts for a few moments before snaking beneath it, on a mission to spoil her clit with her sensual touch. she smirked at the feeling of the femme’s hips pushing into her hand, response being interpreted as approval to continue in liz’s lust-bitten mind. “ such a scaredy-cat… ”

muse: Katherine "Kat" Monroe - event planner open: m/f/nb connection: best friends, significant other, friend's significant other or sibling, anything tbh plot: here... just some smutty fun

Kat's mouth opened when feeling their hand between her legs. She let out a soft gasp not expecting it in the slightest. When feeling some eyes move to her, she cleared her throat. "Sorry... just a jump scare," she tried to play off as the movie had just began not even ten minutes ago. With it getting closer to Halloween and the group wanting to watch a horror movie, Kat was fine with it. Horror was something she loved... but what she didn't expect was the person beside her putting their hand down her shorts underneath the blanket they shared. Not that she wasn't welcoming it, if anything, she moved her hips against their hand in a way to tell them to continue while the others turned their attention back to the movie. She knew that this was going to be a challenge to hold back any moans, but she was willing to give it a shot.

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just like before, gia came to an immediate stop once she felt his hands come to rest on her shoulders. she unlatched her tongue from his member, gaze migrating upwards to find his where she left it. fuck. perhaps this was a completely silly idea, after all. how could it not be? this wasn’t some sterile science experiment or a sport (well, the latter could be argued in gia’s world), of course their respective bodies would react to the stimulation. and she certainly didn’t alleviate any fires by peppering her naughty words between sucks and licks. but what was the alternative? remaining silent? to her, that would've felt even more awkward and certainly unnatural, therefore rendering the entire idea useless.

“ hmm, ” she mused, lips puckering with contemplation. “i would say…i would say it’s a good thing to get turned on? like, if you’re enjoying it, then clearly i’m doing something right, ” she rationalized. perceptive hues trailed back down towards his cock, hardened and tempting as it stood at attention for her. “i mean, it’s just us, you know? we’re not hurting anyone…but maybe this is too weird, ” she acknowledged. she often had to remind herself that not everyone fostered as free spirited of a relationship with sexuality as she did; a blow job could quite literally just be a blow job in her blissful world, without mandatory assignment of greater meaning attached to the act.

she spoke again after a few moments of silence floated between them. “ okay, okay — how about this? why don’t we both just…enjoy it, then? like fully, no judgments? just let it happen and go from there? ” her hand instinctually reached for his cock again and wrapped itself securely around his base to hold him still, action concreting her point. other hand joined in so it could preside over the rest of him, fingers resuming their pumping in an almost questioning way. " what do you think...? "

Isaac moaned and his hands went back to Gia's shoulders.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait..."

As much as he didn't want to, he needed her to stop again. "Sorry sorry sorry," he dropped to one knee before her, trying to catch his breath, trying to walk back from the brink.

"I just... I'm not sure..." He laughed breathlessly. "I... can enjoy this, right? Like, that's part of your practice? It's not just... I'm not just giving you a cock to practice on." He squirmed. "As... hot as that could be," he added, giggling.

"Because your mouth, your hands, your... dirty talk," he whimpered and squirmed. "It's... goodness. It's turning me on so much, and I hope that's okay."

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rachel was keenly aware of the pretty surprise that was awaiting her — and the rest of the partygoers — in the closet. what she wasn’t prepared for, however, were tje enticing series of curves that greeted her upon the brunette pulling the door open. golden light from out in the hall momentarily illuminated the figure on the floor and pooled over those lucious tits before rachel extinguished the sight, door closing with a satisfying click behind her.

“ wow…they’ve really outdone themselves. where did they find you…? ” the question was more-so rhetorical, left to hang in the balance between them as she crouched down and sat on her knees by the fuck doll. “these are just…” she marveled, sentiment trailing off as one of her delicate hands reached over and grabbed a full breast. her expert fingertips grazed over her nipple, savoring the hardened nub. “ absolutely precious. ”

muse: libby. plot: in source –– we love a fr.ee us.e style plot ! connection: literally any !

the pitch dark of the closet only added to the anticipation. the blonde’s wrists were tied above her head, having been stripped of the barely there clothing that she’d worn to the party in the first place. the suggestion of seven minutes in heaven had been one that she’d jumped at, though she hadn’t realised at first that everyone was having their time with her. the first hadn’t stepped in yet –– they’d let the anticipation build for her. the darkness meant that she wouldn’t be able to tell who it was that would take first use of her, at least not right away. perhaps when they started talking she might recognise the voice, but perhaps it was the not knowing who wanted to take advantage of her slender frame that had her hole growing wet in anticipation. it could be anyone from the party. she hadn’t even been touched yet, but still the thoughts of what ifs had an ache growing between her thighs as she heard the door of the closet swing open.

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she was blissfully yanked out of her deep sleep by the feeling of teeth gracefully gracing her warm skin. the much-welcomed disruption was like clockwork; liz exchanging some of her slumbering hours for red-hot intimacy beneath her linen sheets. “well good morning to you, too,” she half-murmured, half-purred, blissfully unaware of if the clock had even transitioned into the early morning hours just yet. a shaky sigh tumbled out from half-parted lips, hips complying with carla’s desires by raising so the femme could yank down her sleep shorts. once the garment was tossed to the side, leaving both liz’s core and her creamy thighs exposed for the woman, she parted her knees further to allow carla better access. her cunt was already throbbing with anticipation of carla’s touch, nipples hardened beneath the thin cotton of her oversized sleep shirt. “ let me feel that pretty mouth, i need it… ”

OPEN: m / f.

PLOT: this.

the　pulsating　between　her　legs　grew　too　intense　to　ignore　.　which　seemed　to　happen　frequently　as　of　lately　.　as　the　tiny　femme　crept　down　the　hall　,　danity　digits　loosely　closed　around　her　roommates　door　handle　.　with　a　smoothly　twist　of　her　wrist　,　the　door　open　and　she　silently　made　her　way　into　their　bedroom　.　something　that　carla　had　found　herself　doing　every　night　for　the　past　month　.　as　she　gracefully　squirmed　her　way　between　her　roommates　legs　,　head　lowered　just　enough　for　her　teeth　to　gently　nip　at　their　soft　flesh　right　above　their　basketball　shorts　.　her　own　hand　slid　between　her　thighs　,　slender　digit　teased　her　own　drenched　cunt　as　carla’s　other　hand　worked　the　loose　fabric　off　her　roommates　waist　.　

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“ being honest with me would be a great start … ”

muse: percy castro. 24-29. professional hockey player. ♡ open to: anyone !

"what do i have to do for you to take me back?"

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one of the primary reasons why paloma captured the hearts of audiences was her uncanny ability to tell a story through her expressions. this skill lived and thrived hand-in-hand with her powerhouse athletic prowess: distinctive features working in perfect harmony to bring to life the magic written and choreographed for dancers and audiences by the greats of generations past. this ability was a double-edged sword, for as useful as it was on the stage, paloma could rarely power it off once curtains were drawn. she was especially at its mercy when under the influence, wires in her sharp mind crossing and tangling together to cut off access to the control she could’ve mustered up when sober, or even just mildly tipsy.

his honey-dipped voice filled the room with its rich timbre, causing her the tips of her ears to flush roseate pink under her platinum locks. she forced herself to behold him, pulling her gaze from the floorboards and fixating it on his sharp features dimly illuminated by the limited lighting in the room. “ you? an errand boy? never. ” though her tone came out lightly twisted through a braid of sarcasm, her words were authentic. of the many ways she could describe alejandro, 'errand boy' was certainly not on her bullet-pointed list. alcohol-washed hues observed the way he stepped closer, not rupturing their visual connection until he came to stand directly before her. a tidal wave of goosebumps instantly raised her porcelain skin where his fingers traced it, anther colossal betrayal of the inner war she was battling with herself.

she swallowed, hoping desperately that if she ignored the way her body reacted to him as if under an electric spell, he would, too. “ you’re right…completely, actually. ” she yanked her gaze away, suddenly focused on finding literally anything else in the room to fixate on except him staring down at her. “ i didn’t come here to sulk…i came here to tell you that this needs to stop. this is fucked up, ale. ” a horrible lie. okay, not the fucked up part, but her reasoning for departing from the party out beyond the closed door. almost immediately, an avalanche of regret swept her under its frigid weight. she knew that with that vague statement, she just opened herself up to a new series of questions from the enticing man before her. that fourth vodka-sprite-zero surely set her up to fail whatever this confrontation interaction was.

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alejandro watched her closely as she spoke, arms crossed, her expression dripping with disdain. he could see the frustration in her, the anger she was holding back. paloma was always so poised, so in control, but tonight she seemed off-balance. it was almost satisfying to see her unravel a bit, to know that whatever perfection she portrayed to the world, especially to armando, was beginning to crack. he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips. her sarcastic jab about armando not showing up in person was like music to his ears. he let her words hang in the air for a moment before responding, his voice laced with mock amusement. "yeah, well, you know mando," alejandro said with a chuckle. "he’s great at sending people to handle things for him instead of dealing with it himself. guess i’m his personal errand boy tonight." his eyes flickered with amusement as he let the weight of the sarcasm linger between them. he could sense the tension in her, the way her gaze dropped to the floor, her shoulders tense despite her words trying to project indifference. the room felt smaller now, the air thick with something unspoken. she might have been trying to keep up appearances, but alejandro could tell there was something more going on beneath the surface. he pushed off the wall and took a step toward her, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on hers. "but let’s not pretend that’s what this is about," he said, his voice dropping lower, more serious. "you’ve been staring at me all night, paloma. and i don’t think it’s just because you’re upset he didn’t show." there was a pause as he reached out, his fingers grazing her arm lightly, testing her reaction. "so, what do you really want?" he asked, his tone taking on a dangerous edge. "because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like you came in here to sit and sulk alone." her deflection wasn’t fooling him. alejandro had seen that look in her eyes too many times tonight, the way her gaze lingered when she thought no one was watching. he wasn’t buying her indifference—he knew better.

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she wasn’t expecting to run into paula that night. perhaps that was silly, for even the largest of cities held the potential of funneling down into small worlds after the right amount of time. luckily, isa was certainly dressed for the occasion that was encountering an ex in the wild: little floral number clung tightly to her ample curves, cotton-candy pink locks winded into loose waves that swayed past her tanned shoulder with every saunter of her hips. she found herself cocking her head to the side, gaze locked into its quintessential, observant way of viewing the world, and the people inhabiting it. “ and you? how has everything been? ” her tone was devoid of resentment or malice, rather, it floated on an air of genuine curiosity about her former lover’s wellbeing. the corners of her lips twitched under the weight of the smirk she was attempting to hold back — in typical paula fashion, the beautiful woman before her was failing to dull the daggers trying to pierce through the plastic sentiment tossed before isa. once upon a time, isa’s favorite hobby had been to call out these repressed emotions of paula’s and tease them to the surface. unfortunately, this was no longer an appropriate pastime.

open: m/f/nb muse: Paula, 25, she/her, pansexual, weather person connection: exes, ex-friends, affair partener, up to player.

Paula didn't like this side of herself they brought out in her. She was jealous and spiteful in a way that made her stomach twist in on itself. But love had a funny way of doing that to you, particularly when you were busy denying it. Her dark eyes narrowed as her jaw set. "So you're doing well," she said trying to hide the sharp edge in her tone. "I'm glad to hear that," she breathed feeling the weight in her own words.

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part of the fun in spending time with a fellow designer was having access to others’ creations and discussing the creative process itself. rachel thoroughly enjoyed pouring fashion, regardless of the kind; it was as necessary for her wellbeing as breathing and iced coffees. it was for that reason that when her bestie with benefits whipped out her spring collection catalogue, the brunette was all too enthused to sit down next to her fellow artist and admire what she came up with.

she knew that whatever olivia showed her would be a beautiful, handcrafted display of passion and timeless elegant; rachel had come to expect no less from the woman. what she wasn’t expecting was to be presented with pictures of olivia herself rocking her own designs in a variety of sultry poses. perfectly sculpted brows shot up as her intrigued hues poured over the polaroids, attention drawn more-so to the femme’s figure as opposed to the lingerie that was on it. it wasn’t as if she’d never seen olivia bare, but the unexpected sensuality in the photos had her at a momentary loss for words.

seconds pooled together before she finally strung together her authentic reaction. “ wow, olive…if you want my honest feedback, you’ll have to give different photos…you know, ones where i can actually focus on the designs? ” her lips birthed a smirk at her own commentary, gaze drifting down to the polaroids strewn about before her once more. “ fuck…i mean, i would love these for myself…for no particular reason. ”

open starter: muses 21+ connection: friend, new boyfriend/girlfriend, fwb, sibling of a friend, roomie, etc. muse: olivia rose / lingerie designer / soft, sweet / switch plot: olivia has just finished her next lingerie collection and is showing photos of it..the photos just happen to be of her in the lace. cheaper then hiring a model, you know?

"Well what do you think?" Hopeful eyes scan across the polaroid pictures spread across the table. It's a range of pictures in a range of different lingerie options - the spring collection for next year, all pretty pastels and lace and ribbons, that all happen to be hugging her skin.

"I really like this periwinkle set, but I'm not sure if the emerald is too deep for Spring," Olivia explained softly, glancing up at them as her hands land back in her lap, baby pink nails toying with the fabric of her skirt. She's not nervous, well maybe a little, she's never gotten their opinion of her work before. They've seen her don a few options but these are examples that haven't even been sent off to be made yet, these are just samples, and well, she's put so much work into them.

Her smile falters slightly, taking in their expression and the silence, and she hesitates. "..If you don't like them, you can be honest.."

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isaac’s nervous giggling kickstarted gia’s own giggles. she instinctively raised one of her hands to her mouth, back of her hand masking her grinning mouth as the laughter tumbled out between them in melodic, little waves. she’d anticipated the potential awkwardness that came attached with this ask, which was yet another reason why isaac was the recipient of her voiced favor. if there was anyone she could ride out the nerves, hesitations, and fumbles with, it was her roomie. the weight of his compliment — whether or not he meant it as one, or if he was simply voicing an observation, she couldn’t be sure — pushed a light flush out of her cheeks and the into tips of her ears. “ oh stop, ” she retorted regardless, waving off the words using the same hand she’d masked her giggles with. “ …or maybe don’t. it’s cute, either way. ”

she met his suggestion with an enthusiastic nod, showcasing their place on the same page. “ i like where your head’s at, communication, ” she agreed. the limited practice thus far concreted her confidence in her decision to ask isaac for this favor, allowing her to sink her mouth back down onto his length with an emboldened swoop. just like before, she caressed his head with her full lips for a few moments before allowing her tongue to swirl around it, tastebuds familiarizing themselves with his smoothness and the taste of his pre-cum. she closed her eyes, wanting to devote the entirety of her attention to feeling him and familiarizing herself with her practice cock. was it wrong to call it that? she could debate the ethics of it later.

her sole hand wrapped around his length focused on showing the lower half of his cock some attention whilst her lips continued their journey down, mouth taking more of as she descended. she paused about halfway down his length before bobbing back up again, on a mission to find a rhythm that would pull the right series of moans from him and confirm that she was indeed acing her practice. with every descent, she took more of him on the way down, until she was finally forced to come back up to catch her breath.

upon her release of his cock from her mouth, a translucent string of her spit intertwined with pre-cum linked his head to her pouty bottom lip. she giggled upon making the realization, hand not ceasing its pumping of his cock’s lower half. “ looks like we’re both going to be getting messy, ” she remarked through a new series of giggles. her hand migrated to the top of his cock as she leaned back down, as if drawn in by a magnetic energy. as her hand stroked over his head, she glided her tongue flatly up his cock’s underside, traversing the terrain that was his length. “ fuck, you just taste so good, isaac…lucky for me. ”

or, perhaps not so lucky. the dry spell she’d been under — hence her inabilities to refine her skills — had led to a perpetually turned on state for her, and therefore ensured that her teeny sleep shorts were rapidly soaking with her own desire. she attempted to push the developments out of her mind, for that wasn’t the purpose of this practice and would surely make things awkward if what they’d done so far didn’t, already.

“…Oh that’s so naughty.”

The words came out of Isaac in a breathless moan. His hands went to Gia’s shoulders, not to stop her, but almost to anchor himself. “I think… that would be a lot of fun,” he added, flush and giggling. “But I’m okay. I think I’m okay. The shock… I just wasn’t prepared for how much I liked feeling your mouth on me. Oh goodness…”

Hearing the words out loud made his knees weak. “I-If…” He licked his lips and swallowed thickly, adjusting his glasses on his face as he tried to collect himself. “If I’m gonna cum, I’ll warn you. For now, let’s just focus on you practicing, okay?”

This was going to be almost impossible. Isaac wanted to be a good “lab partner” for Gia, but the better a partner he was, the naughtier, dirtier, hotter this became; and the naughtier, dirtier, hotter it became, the more he wanted to be a better partner. Suffice it to say, this was going to get messy, and he was going to do his best to just enjoy it.