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[sashworth]

have you had sex with anyone other than your husband? have you ever wanted to?

Of course I have. I married my husband a few years ago -- I didn’t wait until I was in my thirties to have sex. For me, sex is part of a healthy relationship. For other people, it’s not such a big deal. But if you’re asking if I’ve ever had sex with someone else while married to my husband, the answer is most definitely no.

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Does Charles satisfy you?

He knows what he’s doing, and I’m lucky for that. But I have to admit, sometimes I wish the spark we used to have was still there -- there’s a difference between knowing what to do and feeling the passion behind it, if you know what I mean.

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What was the dirtiest place you ever had sex in?

God, probably my dingy studio apartment junior year. No, I’m joking. Probably out in the woods on one of those ‘mountain weekends’ I went on in college. But don’t knock it til’ you’ve tried it. 

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It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

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papers (charles)

She’d come to Charles’s office to bring him lunch -- a surprise, of course, considering he’d already brought the lunch she’d prepared for him earlier that morning. But truly, it didn’t matter if he had something to eat. The food wasn’t the point. With a polite nod and smile to the receptionist, Samantha brushed past the front desk and to Charles’s office, closing the door quietly behind her. She placed the takeout bag on the chair across from his desk before taking a seat on the corner of the desk, one leg crossed neatly over the other.  When he entered the office, a smirk came over her face. “Hungry?” 

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discrete (charles)

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

These kinds of functions were boring -- beyond boring. They were insufferable. And yet, Sam knew better than to let it show on her face, lest someone catch wind of her dissatisfaction and start a rumor about her. But as boring as they were, she was beyond grateful that she didn’t have to sit through them alone. As she pretended to listen intently to the conversation around the dinner table, she felt a warm hand graze across her leg. At first, she thought it might be an accident. But then she felt it again, moving up towards her thigh, giving her a soft squeeze. Without averting her gaze from the person she’d been talking to, Sam moved her hand to meet her husband’s, taking it in her’s comfortably, hoping to stop him from distracting her any further.

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ashwrths​:

“Just me? Why I’m so flattered you think of me in your spare time.” She put a hand to her heart in feigned surprise. Even if it was just to get a rise out of the other woman, it was worth it. She wasn’t even truly offended, she knew what Sam had meant and knew there was a difference between having a job and the errands she ran all day. But still, housewives deserved recognition. And she was going to at least make sure that Sam knew it as well. 

“Oh I know there are other ways. Pepper spray, self-defense and even prayer are all choices that one can use when in times of trouble. But if you are ever in real danger, I like being able to draw a weapon, to have control over my own fate. Being able to handle a weapon like that takes discipline and control. I’m in total control. Can you say the same about yourself?” Emily really was trying to listen to her sister-in-law, but the words coming out of her mouth were as interesting as watching paint dry. “Now is there anything else you needed or are you just killing time until Charlie comes home because you don’t have any friends that you can talk to or children to entertain? I however, have children, one of which is due home any minute so if you don’t mind closing the door on your way out.” Her words were anything but sweet, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by the blonde’s tone. All of it said between perfectly white teeth as she motioned towards the front door, just waiting for Sam to get the hint. 

“We’re family now, Emily, whether you like it or not. We might as well look out for each other. I know you’re always keen on sticking your nose in my business, so I thought it was only time that I return the favor.” Emily truly was infuriating. Sam could feel the other woman actively holding herself up above everyone else, and it was frustrating beyond belief that the woman didn’t know how to admit fault or flaws within herself but had no trouble pointing them out in others. It took every bit of self-control that Sam had to not let her guard down and truly come for the woman.  “I don’t need a gun to protect myself, and I understand the possible pitfalls of that choice perfectly, thank you. I feel like I’ve done enough to learn how to protect myself and that I have as much control as I should have. I don’t live in a world of ‘what-ifs.’ It must be exhausting, constantly trying to think of different ways someone might attack you, or even to think that you’re someone’s number one target at all. I can admit when I’m not the most important person -- I’m so sorry nobody taught you to do the same.” Taking her now-full measuring cup in hand, she turned towards the door as Emily gestured to it. “Oh, no, my apologies. Like I said, I thought it might be nice to make small-talk with my sister-in-law. I never meant to take time away from your children. Have a wonderful day, Em.”

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nsfw prompt list .

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.

butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.

claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.

dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.

freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.

hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.

silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.

steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.

talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.

tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.

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gabriellaruthford​:

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Gabriella rolled her eyes to the back of her head. Tough day at the office was fine, it was what she strived for and how the day moved forward. The meetings with her husband were something that seemed to put her out of place. Never in a million years did she think she would find herself in that place. Yet, here she was, stepping out of her usual bubble. “The office was fine. It is my meeting with Ruthford that makes me yarn for a different location all together.” She pushed herself off the wall and smiled at her friend. “Come on, we will go to the bar and I’ll get you the best they’ve got. Got half hour to spare?” 

She could only imagine how difficult those kinds of meetings could be. Despite things not being perfect with Charles, Samantha at least was lucky enough to not be working through a rather nasty divorce. There was stull hope for them to turn things around, and if she could make it happen, she would. “Well, good thing I came along, then, isn’t it?” she smiled. “Don’t let him get to you. Soon enough, he’ll be out of your hair, and you’ll be free to spend that time however you want. You’ve got me for as much time as you need. But I need to know -- do you want to talk about whatever happened today? Or something else entirely?”

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"i didn’t mean it like that."

Then maybe you should think a bit more carefully before you speak. Insinuating that I am some dumb woman simply because of where I live and who my family is... is not only harmful, but will cost you dearly if you aren’t careful with your words next time.

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Do you always need to be right about everything (and let people *know* you think you're right)?

I don’t need to be right. I try my best to not speak on things that I don’t have any knowledge about. That being said, if someone is speaking out of line, I have no problem telling them that much. 

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What's your biggest insecurity?

If you need to know... I worry that I’m not doing enough. At work, for Charles, for myself... I’m always concerned that I should be doing so much more with my life than I am right now.

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do you have any regrets?

I try to live my life so that I don’t have regrets -- just lessons learned. But I’m not sure that anyone can actually live in a way that they don’t regret anything at all. I feel like people who say they don’t have regrets either aren’t taking risks and are very boring (in which case... there’s a regret for you to START having) or they’re lying to themselves.

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cnthelane​:

It was surburbia, Charles was willing to bet that half the women on their lane couldn’t remember when they’d done something exciting with their husbands - in fact he was almost sure that if you didn’t count Friday night dinner parties with the neighbours half of them hadn’t done anything together full stop. However, he knew his wife well enough to know that the argument would do no good in helping him with Samantha. When she wanted something, he was surely just better of giving it to her. At least it was only his time that she wanted this time, that wasn’t too much a struggle. And he could at least see her point - his presence was in fact a gift. “Whatever you want darling,” He agreed sweetly, his lips pressing against her temple. Maybe she was right, perhaps they should get away. A weekend could change everything. But did he want everything to change? That was the question. “What about the Brettanion? We could just haul up in all by ourselves, order some room service, raid the mini-bar?” He wasn’t sure that was exactly what his wife had in mind.

For a moment, Sam thought that Charles was going to be frustrated with her. She’d asked for plenty from him throughout their relationship, and sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder when he’d decide that he’d given enough. But instead of being angry, he gently kissed her head, and her worry started to melt away -- at least a little bit. “Careful with what you promise me,” she teased, a smirk starting to grow on her face. “My imagination can get wilder than you think.” His offer was at least a nice start. A weekend away, nestled in a hotel, away from any distractions, away from the fake perfection of their suburban life... in theory, it sounded lovely. “It could be anywhere. Really. I just want to spend more time with you -- you’ve been working so much lately, and I know it must be stressful. So whether it’s the Brettanion or a trip to Hawaii, it doesn’t matter. I think we just need quality time together. Don’t you?”

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gabriellaruthford​:

Location: Somewhere outside in the streets

Open to: All

@wisteriastarts​

It was already late. Gabriella had just finished the meeting with the lawyers. It was never a good day when she had to see her soon-to-be ex-husband. They were both dragging it on, if she were honest with herself. It was a whole year, yet here they were, nowhere closer to singing. But with Rose gone now, there seemed to be something that was different. Of course, thinking anything of the sort at this time was wrong. But how could one help it?

Gabriella sighed, leaning against the wall of a building. “If there was a time for a strong drink, it would be now.” Her voice was clear as she said it; she knew she was going to be heard.

Sam was out, running errands, trying to delay the inevitable. Soon enough, she’d need to be home. Dinner was already made, sitting in the refrigerator. But Charles would likely expect her to be home, too... so that they could sit miserably across from each other, exchange niceties, and pretend like there wasn’t some growing rift between them. She couldn’t help but wonder if the problems she saw were all in her imagination. Charles was good at keeping a warm smile on his face, at saying the right things at the right times. Maybe Samantha was the only one having these thoughts. “Well, if you’re looking, I’ll gladly help you find one,” she joked after her friend spoke aloud. “Tough day at the office?”

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it’s okay. i’ve got you.

Women like us need to stand by each other. Who else can we count on when the rest of the world wants to see us fail?

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are you… jealous?

And what do I have to be jealous of? Trading in my personal freedoms for somebody else’s happiness? I live the life I want to live. I don’t let other people’s standards set my expectations for what my life should be.