#( &. — anastasia lafontan threads. )

[voidedlux]

— open to: anyone as long as muses are 21+. — muse: anastasia lafontan, 45, ceo of a cosmetics company, in amarriage of convenience. — plot/connections: his loss is your muse's gain? strangers, employee, assistant, friend, friend of her husband, etc.

It was as though Anastasia had a sixth sense for when her husband was going to disappoint her. When her phone vibrated in her pocket she pulled the device out with the feeling that news of her being stood up would be on the screen. Sure enough, the text message said he wouldn't be able to make the event after all. There was some work emergency that would keep him. She knew that meant the secretary or his assistant likely had the night free, and Ana groaned as she dropped her phone back in her pocket while her eyes rolled a little. "Looks like my date found something or someone better to do," she announced to the closest person, "can you point me in the direction of the bar, please?"

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A moan parted her lips as her back arched and her head fell back, feeling the full effect of his thrusts deep inside of her. "Yesss," she breathed, "god, more, more." While he gripped her hips, guiding the up and down movements of her body and his below, Ana rocked them forward for greater friction. She was just starting to breathe heavier, really becoming lost in the pleasure Jasper delivered with each slap of his hips below.

What had come over her? Ana hadn't been sure. Her husband wouldn't be home for hours yet and Jasper had looked absolutely delectable in her kitchen. When her body came back forward, her hands went to his chest to steady her as she pushed back against each of his thrusts. Riding harder and faster. Ana's breathing had become pants and her moans were a chorus showing how lost she was in ecstasy.

open: anyone (35+, trans muses and milfs get bonus points as always)

muse: jasper heath, 27-32, assassin or professional chef (verse dependent),  logan lerm*n fc

plot: honestly this is just sm*t tbh, y/m is riding jasper. could be hook ups, boss, friend’s mom, family friend, neighbors etc. (no inc*st/stepc*st, and do not like my starters)

he let out a groan, bucking his hips up as he gripped their arse, slamming them down onto his c*ck with every thrust. “you feel so fuckin—” another moan cut off his words, jasper looking up at them with a lazy grin. “good.” he finally said, thrusts picking up the pace as he panted, chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. they were addicting, and it only caused him to move quicker. “c’mon baby, ride me.”

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What was a death threat or two? They built character and told Anastasia that she as doing something right. She really couldn't understand what everyone was so worried about, especially that husband of hers with his demanding of personal security for her. As they drove on, she was off in her own world, oblivious to the fact that her dress had ridden up and displayed her fishnet thigh-highs. But she did notice the way his hand re-gripped on the steering wheel as her fingers absently toyed up and down her bared leg.

"Oh," Ana said under her breath after Silas complained. The skirt of her dress was pulled down and the cosmetics CEO rolled her eyes at his harshness. "Do you like to get paid? I'd watch the way you talk to me," she warned, though she wasn't particularly ferocious. "The problem is I behave too much and it's boring. Ten more minutes could kill me." Without thought or hesitation she leaned over and took his face and kissed Silas full on the mouth.

open to — any f (25+) plot — silas works as personal security/your muse's bodyguard and she's been trying to seduce him for a long time and he's finally starting to cave. muse — silas holstrom, 38, bodyguard/private security

Keeping his eyes on the road was a task in and of itself; Silas could clearly see out of his peripheral as her hand travelled up along the exposed skin of her thigh and he cleared his throat as he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. They weren't far from her apartment. He just had to make it five more minutes, walk her to her door, and then put some space between them. "Do you think you could behave for ten fucking minutes?" He asked through gritted teeth, keeping his gaze pointedly on the road ahead.

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"Thank you," she told Isabelle, managing a smile for her. While she'd headed off to the bar, Anastasia went back into her phone and blocked her husband's phone number then deleted it from her device entirely. Never had she been one to be made a mockery of, so she would hit the man where it hurt — tomorrow Ana would speak with her lawyer. If he broke contract then so would she, only he had much more to pay out and suffer because of it.

"That was quick," Ana commented, accepted the glass of wine and easily followed her assistant away from the mass of people. By the time they'd made it up the stairs and into the private room she'd already finished her wine. Green eyes took in the details as the glass was randomly set aside after entering. "You don't have to hang out with me if you'd prefer to go mingle and have some fun at the event downstairs. I'll back in a bit, just need — a breather." The last thing Ana wanted was for the girl to feel like a babysitter to a grown woman. When she spotted the small drink cart with a scotch decanter, Ana headed for it.

Isabelle went to step away, but hesitated, glancing back at her with a smile. "Two drinks and somewhere private, you got it. I'll be right back," she insisted and scurried off towards the bar, her heels clicking against the floor.

To her credit, she was right back. Holding a glass of red wine for Anastasia, a mojito for herself and knowledge of where they could go - thank you bartender, she came up to the woman. "Here you go, follow me?" She offered sweetly, before leading her out of the room and up a staircase, pushing open the door to a private sitting room of sorts, with two couches, a television and large book shelf.

Isabelle fumbled for the light, before flicking it on. "Mm, here we go. Somewhere private,"

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The compliment he gave her turned her green eyes on her company, leaving Ana curious about him. The older she got the more she realized how much men desired the youth of women half her age, and perhaps it was for no other reason than they were easier to please than an older woman. Looks, Anastasia was used to. She knew she was beautiful, elegant, but also rich and powerful. Desired? Truly — well, that might be something else. As she thought about the fact that her husband ditched her for some thing half her age, she realized she too wanted to be hungered for carnally.

"You know why they look at me, don't you?" The question came after she'd smiled and acknowledged his praise. "Did you look at me when I first came in? Or was it just when I spoke up?" There was no real point to her queries other than finding out his interest, as she wasn't exactly in the mood for ass kissing and someone trying to rub elbows for business purposes. Lifting her fingers she ordered another drink and turned toward him, "whatever he's having is on me tonight." Ana told the bartender without peeling her gaze away from her company. "What's your name?"

Taylor was happy that she followed after him to the bar. Once there he slowly sipped on his drink while watching her order one for herself. His eyes travelled down her for another moment as he truly realized the severity. She was dressed in a stunning dress and some rather expensive jewelry on her. The type that robbers would certainly want to snatch from her. It was at that moment he realized that this wasn't some random date. She was waiting for a boyfriend or a husband which made him repulse the man even more. How could he stand his wife or girlfriend up for potentially another woman. He did not understand most men.

Hearing her words, he chuckled softly at her. "Between you and me I have been with other women who are younger than me. But let me tell you their beauty is nothing compared to you. I have seen a lot of men and women staring at you tonight. And honestly, I wouldn't blame them. " He said to her with a shrug. Taylor then finished his drink and smiled at her question. "You know that was going to be my question. Besides it sounds like you need it more than me. "

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"It's the running joke of this world," Ana agreed after nodding to the fact that he had only been trying for familiarity when mentioning his father. For a long moment, she simply blinked at Aurelio and the way he'd nailed it on the head. She supposed it wasn't the greatest mystery to solve, Ana still appreciated the perceptiveness. "Men always have to be the heroes of the story," the CEO finally said, finger pointing at him briefly with the empty tumbler in hand.

"It's fine," Ana said of his apology, appreciating she wasn't the only one who'd let the mask slip a little, "at least we're learning we're not alone in that, right?" After the empty glass was set aside, Ana contemplated another and decided against filling up with liquor too quickly. "No need, I always land on my feet and I'll figure it out. I was someone before him, someone alongside of him, and I'll certainly be someone after him." So much so that her companion might want to pay attention to the newsflashes in the future.

Although Aurelio was attempting to keep his composure, he was simultaneously entertained and shocked by Ana's candidness. Keeping a cool and relaxed demeanor added to his charm and seemed to be why a lot of people were drawn to him. No matter how much money, power or influence somebody had, he spoke to them like they were his equal. Nobody liked ass kissing.

"Oh, he's not here. Not involved with this lifestyle at all, really. Mostly just making a joke. Isn't it amazing how grown men refuse to take responsibility for shit that they agreed to?" He rolled his eyes as he relaxed in his chair. "You and your husband have a very...reasonable situation, and he can't even be bothered to play his role. What are you supposed to do? Sit here and play the part of the pretty wife, who's successful, but not so much that you overshadow him?" The more he talked, the more he realized he was letting his personal life bleed into their conversation. "Sorry. Dragged my own shit into that." Slightly embarrassed by the sudden display of emotions, he took a sip from his drink and tried to calm down. "But I'm assuming this isn't the first, nor will it be the last time he's let you down. Sorry to hear that."

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Wordlessly, Anastasia followed Isaac as he led her away from the bustling crowd of attendees and immediately appreciated the sanctuary the library provided. There was no noise, no glances, no questions on where Phillip was. For a few moments it would serve as a reprieve.

"You really think the library is a hiding spot?" Curiosity hung in her tone, perhaps in the way she glanced at the young host. The brunette turned herself to face him and took a step closer while in mused thought. Her green eyes scanned the room a little, taking in the book collections and how clean the shelves were. "This would generally be one of the first rooms people would find when seeking — a little alone time." With that, Anastasia meant a pair of people looking to gain a little privacy.

"Also not a big secret if the wait staff knows where to find me," she added, though stopped her forward movement in his direction.

"You don't have to leave," she shrugged, Isaac had already seen the flash of downfall. "This is your hiding place after all." An expensively adorned hand motioned somewhat absently, "what do you do in here when you escape? Read?"

"Oh, yes, of course," Isaac nodded.

While her initial outburst stung, in host mode, Isaac found he had a thicker skin for such things. He understood it wasn't his fault, and was able to take it relatively in stride. He said nothing as she collected herself, but then sprung into action.

After getting her drink order, Isaac grabbed a passing server, and told them where to find them.

"Please, Mrs. Lafontan, follow me this way." He led her away from the party proper and to a library. The sounds of the party were muted behind those doors, just as Isaac liked it. "At every venue," Isaac continued as he let her in, "every party, I scope out the hiding spots ahead of time. I don't really make a habit of sharing them with anyone--kind of defeats the purpose but... exceptions can be made." He smiled bashfully, suddenly very aware that he was alone with a beautiful woman. "Your drink should be here soon," he added, straightening himself up and adjusting his glasses on his face. "They'll knock. I'll... leave you to your privacy."

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Without another word Ana followed after the male that promised to lead her to salvation in a glass. Dressed to the nines and adorned with expensive jewelry, she thought about how much of a waste it was. The fact that her husband hadn't followed through on his obligation was only half of her disappointment.

When they arrived at the bar Ana immediately ordered something heavy, then looked at the male. "He is an idiot," she agreed. "Not even for something younger and prettier?" The question was somehow more playful than serious, despite being only forty-five Anastasia knew how men were and they were driven by their dick. Maybe the secretary or assistant knew a trick that Ana didn't, or maybe he'd just become aware she didn't enjoy the sex with him all that much. That wasn't what bothered her anyhow. They each fucked who they wanted, when they wanted unless it interfered with an engagement with one another. "Can I get you a drink?"

Taylor was at the bar after finishing his work. He wanted to grab a few drinks for himself before going home. He was alone at the bar and was looking around the place until his eyes landed on her. He didn't know what caught his eyes. Perhaps he was stunned by her beauty if not anything. For a moment he sipped on his drink and watched her closely. He could tell something was wrong. Perhaps she had been stood up or something judging by how she was checking her phone. It was strange to him as he couldn't believe anyone would stand her up. Especially someone so beautiful. He stood up and was making his way over to her when he heard about her words. Smiling at her Taylor nodded his head at her. "Yes, it's right this way. Let me lead you there. " He responded to her before starting to lead her to the bar. "And I am sorry about your date. He sounds like an idiot. If it was me, I would never stand you up." As he said that he led her to the bar.

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When Anastasia actually looked at the person she'd addressed, a single brow shot up as she took in the handsome young man. Not what she had expected. This event had only promised to be filled with stuffy folk, not someone young and vibrant. "Thanks," she muttered as she took a look in the direction he'd informed. Ana hadn't expected the company but she certainly didn't mind, either.

An order of whiskey straight for her, and Ana angled herself in his direction. "A name like that and you allow people to disservice it?" A playful kiss of her teeth and a small shake of her head, she gripped her drink when it arrived. "Anastasia, you can call me Ana if you want," she said after a near gulp of rustic amber. "Oh, my husband decided to hang back tonight and fuck his secretary. Or maybe his assistant," Ana glanced at him, "you get the point."

for a moment, aurelio wasn't sure if the beautiful woman was actually addressing him or just speaking aloud. he did a quick assessment of their surrounding and realized that he was clearly the only option available at the moment. whether or not she wanted to talk to him specifically or just the first person that came into her line of vision was to be determined. but he was honored to keep her company regardless. "yeah, sure. it's to your left over here." he nodded his head towards the correct direction and ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks. impulsively, he leaned back into his chair and gave her a quick once over. best to start with his name, right? "i'm aurelio, but you can call me lio. you gonna tell me why you’re here all alone, dressed like that?”

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Of all the complications in her life, Anastasia's marriage wasn't meant to be one of them and as of late it had become a headache. It seemed her husband was having early onset dementia given his memory loss issues with the way he slipped up when it came to the terms and condition of their union. Anastasia had rearranged her own calendar, or at least had Isabelle do it, to make sure she could be on his arm tonight in support. He'd proclaimed it's importance and had said it was an absolute must. There were clients that couldn't shoulder disappointment, yet suddenly all was easily pushed aside for a piece of ass.

"Uhh," her mind was whirling and calculating quickly, "can you get me a drink and find somewhere private where I can collect myself." A soft smile was granted toward Isabelle, the girl had been a godsend and she'd always been grateful for her. If she didn't break away for a bit and had to answer any questions on where Phillip was then it was likely someone's neck would snap. "Get yourself something too," she added.

Isabelle was hardly a party girl, or an event girl in this case. She was only here at request of Anastasia, that was the life of an assistant after all. She probably would have picked up a casual nanny shift anyway, so..work was work, right? The usual play was to make sure that Anastasia was alright, while lingering around, but Isabelle had hovered a little closer tonight, waiting until her husband was meant to arrive - the woman needed some company after all.

But Isabelle almost knew what the text was, before it came through, frowning ever so slightly. Anastasia seemed to not be too frustrated, but Isabelle knew she was annoyed. Isabelle slipped off of the little stool she was on, giving her a half smile. "Would you like me to take you to the bar, or would you prefer I bring you a drink?"

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"Tell me," she demanded with an otherworldly groan as Jasper continued to drive pleasure into her. Why had she waited so long to delve into temptation? The fucking was so frenzied and furious, Ana couldn't tell who was more desperate for that blinding white hot release. The type that nearly made your heart stop. It didn't matter if the world began to collapse around them, her body would continue to thrust back onto his pummeling cock and her hips would grind and jerk like a machine. She could feel every inch of him pushing into her body and Ana couldn't let that stop.

A panting, sweaty mess atop Jasper her body slid with ease against his. No matter what, the movements would continue, overwhelmed with pleasure and body contorting sensations be damned. The long thrusts were worse than his short, power pops as she could not only feel his entire length but also every ridge and vein. It was the full sensory of his cock as he continually made room for himself inside of her. This powerful woman had been reduced to moans and whines into his mouth as his balls repeatedly slapped against her. Ana's hand slowly gripped around his throat as a new wave of thrill shot through her when he spoke so dirty. Her husband would never dare to utter the word 'cunt' and it was instantly such a turn on. "Do you trust me?" Ana asked as she pushed herself somewhat upright after bitting down on his lip and pulling on it. She'd take his air away but give it back right as he'd cum.

It was truly mesmerising, watching Ana writhe and rock on top of him. If he wasn’t so desperate, so addicted to how she felt around his cock, he’d be more than happy to just watch her ride him. But he couldn’t stop his hips even if he tried, a carnal need driving his movements and thrusts as if each plunge kept him going. His hands continued to encourage her rocking movements, meeting every single buck of her hips with a thrust of his own. Jasper needed her, and his throbbing cock inside her proved that. “More than you know,” He groaned back in reply, breathing out his response.

When Ana collapsed onto his chest, he smirked to himself, using his grip on the older woman to lift her up a little to adjust his pace. His strokes became slower, but longer, pulling near all the way out before plunging all the way back in. In one time he’d already become obsessed with her body, desperately want more of her already. She felt far too good, Jasper kissing her back hungrily, showing her just how much he wanted her. “Mm, so is your cunt, gorgeous.” He moaned against her lips, smirking when he felt her hand on his throat. “You feel absolutely perfect around my cock.”

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At least she wasn't the only desperate one, fucking as if the world was ending and this was their last hurrah before it all imploded. Ana paid attention to the expressions on Jasper's face; the strains when he tried to hold pace and not succumb to the tight squeeze of her around him, and the sheer pleasure visible as he watched her body arch and writhe on top of him. The young man was hungry, relentless as he pounded into her and the fleeting escape of feeling so wanted was a huge rush, especially at his compliments. "Have you... wanted... me... before now?" The question came out in pants and with the force of their connecting thrusts.

The needy, domineering way he groped Ana's body was so carnal she nearly came at how good it made her feel. A passionless marriage was going to be the death of her, though now that she'd crossed that line with Jasper some new life had been thrust back into her. Moans grew louder and wilder, the pace had reached a maximum and she collapsed onto his chest with heavy breath as Ana slowed things down. Her body continued to rock and glide against him. "Your cock is like a fever dream," she mumbled against his lips and snatched them in rapture. One of her hands slipped up from his chest and rested on his throat.

Ana’s encouragement was near drunken high inducing. Watching her ride him like that, as if her life depended on it, as if she near desperately needed it, Jasper couldn’t help but slam into her harder. He wanted to pull more moans and sounds from her, wanted to watch her become a wreck on top of him. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Ana,” Jasper moaned, hips moving desperately.

He wasn’t sure how this had happened, exactly. All he knew was that the stunning older woman could have him however she wanted, because seeing her like this? He’d absolutely hope for an encore. Jasper’s hands kneaded her arse with a certain need, groping them for control and to appreciate her at the very same time. His thrusts continued at a rapid pace, plunging inside her with each buck of his hips. Chest rising and falling, his gaze stayed trained on Ana, not wanting to miss one of her delicious reactions.

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At the voice, Anastasia looked over at the young man, "do I look alright?" It was probable she appeared annoyed and bitchy. Not something she wanted to project toward the throng of people in attendance nor him speaking to her. It was a feeling that would dissipate soon, she just hadn't wanted to come and was only there because her husband had said it was important for him. Fucker.

After letting out a breath that was more of a release and sigh all wrapped in one, she offered a soft smile, "sorry, yes, I'm alright. Just got ditched is all for a younger model." Not that she was old or unattractive, Ana was still in her forties, and she and the husband never loved each other. Their marriage was an arrangement to stay wealthy, but even then, there were certain rules.

This was likely to wind up on the tongues of everyone in their social circle. The power couple in trouble. Ana regarded the young man as he introduced himself, and as he said the words it clicked. Isaac Gates. "Right, yes, sorry again, I guess I'm a little flustered, but I do remember you. You'll have to thank your parents for me, for the invitation to such a lovely party." One that she hadn't even fully entered nor enjoyed, politeness was important and she had a reputation to uphold.

"Umm," she smoothed a hand over her perfectly styled hair, "is there a quiet place I could retreat to with a drink for a few moments. To collect myself and all," she barely explained.

"Yes, of course, it's--" Isaac was about to point in the direction of one of the event's many bars, but then hesitated. "Excuse, Mrs. Lafontan, but... are you alright?"

She and Isaac had met once, in passing, much in the way he met everyone at the events his parents hosted--as the sole heir to the Gates family empire, Isaac had to put in his face time, and meet all the people his parents did business with, or wanted to do business with. By all accounts, Mrs. Lafontan was capable, fair, but assertive, though her husband was hardly her equal. The former was all too rare in their social circle, the latter, and the rumors of their marriage, however, were not.

"It's--I doubt you remember me, but I'm Isaac Gates, my parents are Hiram and Moira? The hosts? Anyway--I just, well..." He laughed softly. "If they're the host, I consider myself a host, and, well... is there anything I can help with?"

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Since she was there already the decision had been made that she might as well stay for at least one drink. The pleasure of handsome company just made it all the worthwhile, especially since he could hold a conversation and was witty. Those were things she liked it a person, especially a cool and easy confidence. Perhaps the young man was well aware of his good looks and charm and had come prepared to utilize those attributes. Which, they would be a waste if he didn't.

"Who's your father?" Ana queried before her drink was pressed to her lips once again. "It's highly possible." Her husband moved in many of the top circles, one of the reasons she'd agreed upon being his wife — they could use each other's connections and keep each other rich. The older male dipped his toes in politics, business, and liked the favor of a good social standing. "This was his fucking event," Ana nearly spat into the bottom of her glass just before she tipped back the remainder of it. "He'd been adamant of its importance and demanded we be here, then he decided last minute not to show up after all." Though, she liked the way Aurelio said it much better. It was pathetic and it was right that he wasn't fulfilling his obligations. "But I don't care about the cheating," Ana mentioned, making eye contact then. "We have an understanding," she cleared her throat gently, "it's not really a widespread fact." Hoping he caught her drift she signaled for another drink.

Honestly, Aurelio wasn't expecting Ana to entertain a conversation after he directed her to the bar. But he was pleasantly surprised to find that they had a natural banter with each other. The sole reason that he even bothered to show up in the first place was to meet a lucrative investor. The old man was notoriously difficult to find and difficult to please once found. Since Aurelio failed to locate him, he'd have to wait until there was another last minute social gathering - and then he'd have to move like a shark.

A blush came to his face when Ana complimented his name. It wasn't often that another person made him almost trip over his own words. But luckily for him, the conversation moved on, and he didn't have to embarrass himself yet. "What an asshole." He responded, wanting to laugh at the absurdity. "Sounds like my dad. Maybe they're friends." There was a comfortable silence as he took another sip of his drink. "Are you more annoyed about the cheating, or the fact that he didn't fullfil his obligation? Showing up is the bare minimum and he couldn't even do that. Pathetic."