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ultraflavour · 1 year ago

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7 Fantasy RPGs to fill the D&D-shaped Hole in your Life

So. It finally happened. Either Hasbro, or Wizards of the Coast, or someone else associated with Dungeons & Dragons finally did something so fucked-up that you've decided to swear it off entirely.

The problem is that for decades, there has been one obvious answer to the question of "What game with Dwarves, Longswords and Wizards in it should we play" and that was D&D, every time. Even their strongest rival in the past couple of decades was just an older version of D&D with a spit shine.

Now you find yourself adrift in a sea of possibility, with no signposts. There are names you've heard, but you have no idea which ones you'd actually be interested in, because you had always just assumed you'd be playing D&D until the heat death of the universe.

So let's take a look at a few games that want to fill that D&D-shaped hole in your gaming life, and examine what they're offering.

Disclaimer: I'm not covering the entire breadth and depth of the TTRPG industry here. I'm specifically going to be covering Fantasy RPGs that should appeal to D&D fans here. So if I didn't cover your favourite indie RPG, sorry. But there has to be a "First step" outside of the D&D bubble, and each of these games should fulfill that need.

The Other "Kitchen Sink" Game: Pathfinder

If you can't bring yourself to keep playing the corporate game, but you still want something that offers as close to that gameplay experience as you can possibly get, your best bet at the time of this writing is probably Pathfinder 2nd Edition.

I say this as someone who very much did not vibe with the original Pathfinder, or its "D&D in space" sister product Starfinder. But at this point, I'd absolutely tell a newcomer to jump into Pathfinder 2E before I recommended they buy any WotC product.

To their credit, the 2nd Edition of Pathfinder does much more to, uh, find its own path by diverging from 3.5 edition and implementing new systems that take it into uncharted territory. The "Two Actions Per Turn" paradigm is often cited by its proponents as being a meaningful improvement over the 5E way of doing things.

The "TTJRPG": Fabula Ultima

One of the biggest success stories of the early 20's was Fabula Ultima from NEED Games in Italy. It came seemingly out of nowhere to win the ENnie Gold Award for Best Game of 2023. Since then it's become notoriously difficult to find in print, though it's still freely available as a PDF.

Fabula Ultima is a "TTJRPG," modelled after Japanese fantasy video games like Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, Phantasy Star, Breath of Fire, etc. While it's firmly planted in the Fantasy genre, its gameplay will also very recognizable to fans of those types of games.

The major benefit of this conceit is that you can probably already picture how combat in FabUlt works in your mind: Two rows of characters take turns jumping and slashing at each other, or casting magical spells to harm, heal, or apply status conditions. There's no concept of "Spacing," but the game still manages to be mechanically intricate with lots of varied class abilities and status effects to apply.

D&D refugees looking for a game where you simply pick a class and fight some monsters, but aren't too particular about how they do that, will find a lot to love here. FabUlt leans much more heavily on storytelling mechanics than D&D does, so players who've been looking for something a bit more "Theater of the Mind" should be well taken care of here.

Final Fantasy Lancer: ICON

Like Fabula Ultima, ICON is a TTRPG that takes heavy inspiration from JRPGs, specifically tactical games like Final Fantasy Tactics and Tactics Ogre. It's from Massif Press, who also authored the surprise indie Mech combat hit Lancer.

And like Lancer, ICON is a game with two very distinct rulesets: Outside of combat, a "Fiction-first" narrative system inspired heavily by Blades in the Dark; In combat, a grid-based tactical skirmish game reminiscent of D&D 4th Edition. All backed by the gorgeous art of its author Tom Parkinson-Morgan, who also writes and illustrates the comic Kill Six Billion Demons.

ICON separates its "narrative" class system from its combat class system, giving each character two distinct character sheets that come into play at different times. Because those two systems don't have to cross over very much, each can be as intricate or as rules-light as it needs to be to promote the type of gameplay most appropriate for the situation.

The Old-School Gateway Drug: Shadowdark

If you ever took a few steps outside of the walled garden that is D&D in the past few years, you will likely have read or heard of the OSR, or "Old-School Revival/Renaissance." Proponents of the OSR are players who yearn for an older style of Dungeon Crawling Survival Horror game that hearkens back to the early days of D&D, before the players became akin to superheroes.

Shadowdark aims to be a game that bridges the gap to that style of gameplay, without being totally unfamiliar to players who only ever learned 5th Edition mechanics. It's "Old-School gaming, modernized."

Aside from simply being a modern take on a D20 fantasy game, it freshens up gameplay using a mechanic called the "Torch Timer." It turns light into a resource that dwindles in real time. This serves to elevate the tension of the game as every minute that passes is one less minute of light on your torch. And when the torches run out, well... You can probably guess what happens next.

5th Edition with the Serial Numbers Filed Off: Tales of the Valiant

Tell me if you've heard this one before: Wizards of the Coast introduces sweeping changes to its "Open" license model, leading existing 3rd-party content creators to create their own version of an older ruleset to protect the viability of their backlog. It happened in the past, but what are the chances that happens a second time? Ha!

Well... It did happen again. This time, playing the role of the "Paizo" in this scenario is Kobold Press, who loudly declared that they were "Raising the Black Flag" in response. In order to ensure that there would always be a "Core Fantasy" ruleset that would remain compatible with their content, they announced Tales of the Valiant, which would essentially duplicate the 5th Edition ruleset with a bit of a spit shine, in much the same way that Pathfinder did for 3.5 Edition.

Tales of the Valiant will be the game for the D&D player who just wanted a rules refresh of 5th Edition, but also doesn't want to keep throwing money at the corporate hegemony. It should end up being "The 5E you can feel good about supporting," and that matters right now.

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Matt Colville's Big Bet: The MCDM RPG

Kobold Press was not the only publisher of third-party D&D content to have a strong reaction to the OGL fiasco. Unlike Tales of the Valiant however, Matt Colville's response was to announce a fully new Fantasy RPG system, with no expectation of backwards compatibility with any edition of D&D.

MCDM's sights are firmly set on the "Post-Kitchen-Sink" future, and to that end their game is explicitly not trying to be the one game for every possible playstyle. It's Tactical, meaning you'll need a grid to play it on, and it's Heroic, meaning characters should feel powerful, and not like they're constantly one critical hit or failed trap-sensing check away from being decapitated.

This approach might seem like a massive risk considering how insanely powerful 5th Edition became at its peak. But a record-breaking crowdfunding campaign backed by over 30,000 people shows that there is at least an appetite for something new, and that there is a like-minded community of players ready and waiting to join you.

The Critical Role Game: Daggerheart

If the Kobold Press announcement was a shot across the bow, and the MCDM crowdfunder was a bomb dropped, then Daggerheart is a full-blown asteroid, streaking straight towards Wizards of the Coast HQ.

Daggerheart is an original Fantasy RPG from Darrington Press, the publishing arm of the Critical Role media company. That by itself should mean something considering how important CR is to the D&D brand, but there's more to talk about here. Though it superficially resembles D&D in a lot of ways, it has some extremely important differences. Namely, its use of "Powered by the Apocalypse" mechanics such as "Fail Forward" dice rolling and "No Initiative" combat.

While "PbtA" has become somewhat of a loaded term in the D&D community, Critical Role has an opportunity to overcome that stigma with the sheer force of their platform. I've made this case already in the past, but if they were to use their power to do for themselves what they did for 5th Edition, it would be the most significant threat to the Hasbro Hegemony to emerge since Pathfinder. Let alone taking just a slice, Daggerheart has the long-term potential to take the whole damn pie.

And more!

The games I've listed here are all theoretically capable of replacing the Corpo game as your "go-to" long-term game. Not all of them are fully playable as of this writing, but they all represent one possible future for the "Sword and Sorcery" RPG genre.

There are of course a whole plethora of other games out there beyond the limited scope of "Medieval Fantasy" that are just as valid and just as viable, if you're feeling a bit more adventurous.

If you're looking for something explicitly tactical like a miniature skirmish game, but still in the RPG genre, and you're willing to expand your choice of genre beyond Euro-centric Medieval Fantasy even further beyond ICON, you might be interested in Gubat Banwa or the aforementioned Lancer.

If you want a game that promotes a slightly more streamlined, less mechanically-intricate approach to combat while still giving you tons of monsters to kick the shit out of, you might want to check out the "Illuminated by LUMEN" family of games inspired by the games LIGHT and NOVA from Gila RPGs. It might even inspire you to write your own RPG!

If you're more interested in the Old-School Renaissance, you might want to check out Forbidden Lands, Dungeon Crawl Classics, Old-School Essentials, or MÖRK BORG.

If you like the idea of "Old-School Roleplaying" but are also willing to step outside of the fantasy genre into Sci-fi territory, you might be interested in Stars Without Number, its Cyberpunk sister product Cities Without Number, or Mothership.

Finally, if you just want a game that focuses on telling the best story rather than mindlessly killing monsters and acquiring loot, you might want to check out Blades in the Dark, Thirsty Sword Lesbians, Girl by Moonlight, Coyote and Crow, and many more Fiction-First games in the Powered by the Apocalypse and Forged in the Dark genres.

But most importantly: Just play more games! Don't just buy them, play them! The point of this whole exercise is to replace the monopoly with a plurality, for the sake of the health of the tabletop gaming industry.

Because the next time Hasbro lays off a bunch of WotC employees, there should be a much stronger, more diverse industry for them to land in feet-first. We should all want for the people who build the games we love to feel safe in their career choice. Not just for the sake of the ones who are already there, but for future prospective designers and artists who want to make their mark.

It should be viable to be a tabletop game designer outside of just making more D&D stuff forever, because as we've seen, it's not safe to assume that we can all just keep doing the same thing we've been doing and not get bit on the ass by it.

If we want that future, we have to take it into our own hands and build it ourselves. But if there's one group of people that knows about building something very big from very little, it's TTRPG players.

#ttrpg #icon rpg #icon ttrpg #mcdm #pathfinder #fabula ultima #kobold press #tales of the valiant #daggerheart

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spyridonya · 1 year ago

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I have no idea if this will be a two part post or a series of things, but I wanted to write a little about Forgotten Realms for new BG3 fans. I decided the best start was here:

Baldur's Gate Primer: Fantasy Kitchen Sink and CRPGs

The Forgotten Realms began as an official campaign setting for Advanced Dungeons and Dragons ("1e") in 1987 and published by TSR Inc, the gaming company that originally published D&D.

Since its introduction, the Forgotten Realms' world of Toril has been wildly popular, jumping over the then more established Greyhawk, Dragonlance, and several other settings whose influences were based High Middle Ages Northern and Central Europe (and the unfortunate implications of Central Asian Nomads with monsters such as orcs and goblins). Ed Greenwood is the loving (if slightly horny) creator of the Realms, though many authors have written stories within the setting for several good reasons.

The Realms is an excellent Fantasy Kitchen Sink.

While Toril has several European influences, it has little to do with High Middle Ages in world building and more to do with 19th century based on nation states with the aesthetics of the Late Renaissance in terms of art, culture, and technology.

Toril also took inspiration from other cultures with their nations and continents:

The first of Toril's continents written about was Kara-Tur, which was introduced before the 'official campaign book' and heavily focused based on East Asian.

Another continent based on Central Indigenous nations (Mayan and Aztec) called Maztica, who are giving the Faerun colonists hell due to their magic and their immune systems, and consider themselves the 'True World'.

There’s the nation of Zakhara that’s based between Faerun and Kara-Tur, making it a touch on the nose since it's based on Arabian Nights.

The nation Chult is based after the Congo Basin rainforest, though it really seems like whoever made this development slept through Heart of Darkness. (It went away for a little while, but it's back now.)

Meanwhile Calimshan and Mulhorand are based after Morocco and Egypt.

Bear in mind, despite good intentions that Ed Greenwood and TSR had, a lot of the old lore comes off as Orientalist, and WotC hasn't done much to update it save slapping a disclaimer on PDF files and not much else with these settings save a bare description.

However, if some dork-ass tells you that Wyll and BIPOC are going against the lore accuracy, tell them to fuck off. The Forgotten Realm was introduced with a BIPOC setting despite it’s flaws.

Due to the diversity of the 'Realms', the setting has attracted writers, artists, and campaign designers who developed some of D&D's most iconic characters and thus influenced a lot of how D&D's multiverse structure. Players loved the lore of the Realms and the feeling their characters could be from anywhere and do anything. This is in contrast to Greyhawk never really growing past it's War Game boundaries as a world and Dragonlance's creators being highly protective of it's inflexible plot with the lack of multiple settings.

So it made sense when TSR approached the game developer SISI with their Gold Box Engine with the Forgotten Realms in mind. SISI's first D&D based game is called Pool of Radiance, and the game took place in Faerun’s Moonsea region in the ruins of Phlan, where adventurers fought off undead and fiends to help give a new city a fighting chance in rebuilding. While SISI would dabble in Dragonlance and Dark Sun (a post apocalyptic setting that is so fucking grim dark, Githyanki ran away from Dark Sun's world of Athas screaming), most of their games were based in Forgotten Realms.

For those curious about the Gold Box Game series: when BG1 was my 13 year-old-heart's special interest, I played them. It's really, really weird because so much of the story is in the manual and clunky as fuck. But I was itching to play anything DnD at the time.

In 1997, TSR was purchased in 1997 by Wizards of the Coast (WotC), though it allowed the continued development of yet another CRPG set in the Realms by a then unknown company called Bioware. In 1998, Bioware released Baldur's Gate and using the Infinity Engine Bioware, Black Isle, and WotC would continue to make several games including BG2, BG:TOB, and Neverwinter Nights before parting ways in 2006 with Bioware. Bioware would then focus on its own wildly successful CRPG IPs.

By then, WotC was owned by Habsro (since 1999) and after two decades of excellent turn based CRPGs, they stopped focus on the genre when Neverwinter Nights 2 didn’t do as well as its predecessor and focused on different genres such as Hack’n’Slash, Action Adventure, and Boardgames - though they were all set in the Forgotten Realms.

However one of these games would reach the popularity of the Gold Box, Infinity, or Aurora engine based games (BG, Icewind Dale, and Planescape Torment) . The only turned based CRPGs that were released from 2007 to 2020 were remakes of the Infinity Engine games by Beamdog Studios who attempted to get the rights to make BG3.

WotC declined Beamdog, deciding to approach Larian studios instead for Baldur’s Gate 3 in 2016, likely wanting to approach a style closer to Neverwinter Nights rather than isometric. Due to D&D new popularity, both companies expected that BG3 would do well, but neither company had any idea how big Baldur’s Gate 3 would be.

I'm likely going to do a post on the important historical events in the Realms mentioned in BG3 - and some that are not.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate #d&d

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homo-rashi · 1 year ago

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Roommates (Original Work) Ch 1.

The Start of Something (contains Omorashi)

Read it on my Ao3 here: Link

Augustine truly did not think this through. When the idea came to him a few nights after his parents sat him down and broke the news, He thought he was an geneious! It would solve everything. Having to see his mom and dad go though the whole process of selling the house and moving out. Not to mention, alternating weekends with his mom…Right now and for the foreseeable future, he would do anything to avoid that. August could only imagine it being unpleasant at the least and mildly suicide inducing at the worst, if he is feeling dramatic.

Which he was, feeling dramatic that is. Something about the cold, silent air of August’s bedroom at three in the morning, The feeling of time being liminal, like nothing else exists outside of the four poster-ridden walls, always makes his brain think he can do anything, like suddenly out of nowhere deciding to become a five-star Chef by binge watching every single episode of bon-appetit test kitchen. Or randomly gaining the motivation to transform his physic two weeks before break ends by following a single Chloe Ting workout video, but skipping all of the jumping because well, it's three in the morning and his parents are asleep downstairs.

This time however, his three in the morning delusion led him to his current reality. He will admit, going to his mom with the cheesy powerpoint presentation he made about why boarding school would be the best thing for him after he refused to talk to her for a week, was probably teetering on the edge of being manipulative. But at the time, he found little shame in his well-devised plan.You can pretty much justify any morally-unjust action when your Mom recently admitted to her sixteen year-old son and her husband of 25 years that she had been unfaithful in their marriage with her boss of all people.

It all went a lot faster than he had envisioned. They broke the news during summer, that way the move wouldn't have interfered with August’s school work and thanks to his somewhat good grades and rather impeccable attendance record (Just because his dad didn't know about the cheating didn't mean being at home was all that great…His mom didn't cheat for no reason, and school was always a great way to escape hell for a few hours) He was able to apply for a scholarship and get accepted to attend the one boarding school he found online that was still accepting new students this last into summer. St.Milton’s Academy for Boys.

Getting to St.Miltons was already too much for August.. The stress of getting on a plane without his Mom or Dad made him restless. Having never left the west coast before, Jumping on a plane with nothing but himself and his duffle bag from summer camp, trading coasts to live in Maine sounded fake. But here he was, duffle bag in tow, his childhood stuffed shark plush hanging out of the mesh outer pocket for everyone to see, boarding a charter bus to take him to his new life. Actually, being just stressed in an understatement, August is terrified.

“Augustine Harrington?” The scary women with the crooked nose called his name seconds after him and twelve other boys, who were definitely younger than him, offloaded their things from the bus and lined up outside the large, intimidating brick building adorned with gold cross embellishments knockers on both of the large black front doors.

“Yes?” August sheepishly puts up his hand, of course all eyes gravitate to him,

“A simple ‘present’ would suffice.” The woman says with a slight twinge of annoyance in her voice that immediately steals August's ability to speak. He simply nods in response. The woman finishes taking the roll. Everyone else gives her a firm ‘present’ in response to their names being called following August’s blunder. He has never wished someone named Aaron Anderson would have been by his side more then in this moment…

“My name is Priscilla Constentine, But to all of you, I'm Mrs.Constentine or simply enough, Headmaster Constance.I make the rules here at St.Milton and enforce them, so see to it you follow them…” The headmaster looks down the row of students, Her beady black eyes stopping on August. “The lot of you, besides you, are all freshmen. The head of your floor and the person who you will come to with any questions you may have about your living situation is waiting for you just past those doors on the first floor, you are dismissed.”

Augusts watches as every single one of the other boys bealines for the two large black wooden doors, disappearing behind them without even looking back. The Headmasters eyes still laying rest on him.

“Follow me. Since you're our only new sophomore, I'll just show you to your room myself, no use bothering your RA for one student.” August once again just nods and follows the women through the same black doors, but instead of going straight, She abruptly takes a left, leading to a large wooden staircase. “The sophomore dorms are on the fourth floor, don't ask me why, I make the rules not the floorplans, and yes, before you ask, there is no elevator, this building was constructed before such frivolous things were put to use.”

The trek to the fourth floor is less than pleasant. Still carrying his duffle bag on one shoulder, combined with the lingering heat of summer and the humidity everyone back in California warmed him about, makes for his entire person to be coated in a thin layer of sweat by the time they reach a door marked 301.

“What the fuck! Come on-no your left!---Your other fuckin left you cock-suckin piece of-” The headmaster opens the door with out announcing her presence, the loud screaming from beyond it stops abruptly. “I gotta go.” August follows in her footsteps, taking his first glance into the room, seeing a boy with start black hair taking off a gaming headset that's glowing red.

“Mr.Wright. I do hope you atleast completed some of your summer reading and chores before you started playing…whatever that is?” She motions to the computer monitor tucked away on a dark oak corner desk.

“Counterstrike.” The boy replied casually, rolling his desk chair away from his desk and towards one of the two lofted beds taking up most of the room. “This him?” He motions to August, before bending down and opening something under his bed, and pulling out a large green and black energy drink.

“Augustine, meet Maxwell, Your roommate and the constant pain in my side. Be nice, and get along. He is in most of your classes besides swimming, so i'm sure you will be more than happy to help him out when classes start?” Maxwell offers a tilt of his drink to the Headmaster, who just shakes her head at the gesture before making her exist, leaving August awkwardly standing in the middle of the room.

“You can call me-Aumax” The two boys words intersect into one jumble of words,

“August,”

“Max,” They both say, this time being able to understand each other. “Okay look, This is my side, obviously. There should be uniforms and shit in your wardrobe, I had to clean my shit out with very little notice thanks to you so If it's a little sticky, it's just from spilled booze, confiscated now, of course. Didn't get the chance to clean it, not like I would have anyways… but yeah, If i'm not back before lights out, cover for me yeah?” August can barely move out of the way before Max is walking past him, quickly grabbing a gray and blue suit jacket off of the back of the door and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Hold on! What time is light’s out?” August asks quickly, his voice feeling tense in his throat,

“Whenever our lame ass RA decides he is done studying!” Max shouts, halfway down the hallway. The door slowly creaks shut, closing out any of the cold air that the breeze from the hallways opened windows was letting in.

August lets out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The air that left his lungs was probably what was left inside of him of california. The reality of where he is and what he is doing seems to settle into the quiet loneliness of the dorm room.

“Maxwell Wright…Sounds like a rich-kid name but…” August says to himself, looking around the furnished side of the dorm. The computer is clearly the main focus of his roommate's side. The desk has multiple empty cans of energy drink placed randomly, not a care in the world for the faded circles the cars have clearly left all over the dark stained wood desktop. Nothing about him screams 'vaguely religious private school kid’ besides his name.

Random posters line the walls above Max’s bed. The largest one being a spiderman:homecoming poster, with Tom Holland front and center. August takes a second to appreciate his roommate's taste in movies…or more his taste in men. At Least that's why August has seen any of the Spiderman movies from 2016-present.

August looks closely between both of their beds, noticing they share the same bedding. Clearly, it's been provided by the school. This brings his attention to his side of the room, and he decides its best to take advantage of having his room to himself for the afternoon. He wastes no time throwing his duffle down and stripping the bed.

At first he thought he could get away with it. The color difference between his special white sheet and the default white that bed was made with aren't that different, but the texture is far too obvious. If he wasn't to make his bed completely one morning, someone would be able to tell the sheet he was sleeping on is more coated, rubbery and thicker.

He begrudgingly puts the thin cotton sheet on top of his waterproof sheet, being only slightly annoyed that that means when the invendible happens, he will have more laundry to do then he would have liked. But he quickly accepts that hiding his nighttime problem is more important than reducing his trips to the laundry room.

He finished unpacking, giving his very sticky wardrobe a wipe down before placing his runners and shower shoes in the bottom of it. The only decoration he technically brought is his stuffed ikea shark. He decides it's not as embarrassing as a teddy bear and throws it up by his pillows, making a mental note to look for a magazine or two at the store (do they even get to go off campus to the store?) to get some posters to hang up. Feeling content with his side of the room for now, and feeling like his skin is going to ment off from the lack of air-conditioning, he decides he should have a look around and find out where a few other important rooms are.

His floor seems to be all bedrooms. He looks around every corner of the large square building but finds nothing but wooden doors with gold number plates, the occasionally one having a funny/mildy crude doormat placed in front of it. There is a small common area at the top of the stairs with a microwave oven and fridge, but other than that, nothing.

He ventures down the next three floors and finds the same thing. The only difference he spots between the two is that floor three has different flooring then the rest, possibly due to a renovation that was done at some time, not what he was looking to find.

When he gets to the first floor he spots his first sign of life. A guy with blonde hair similar to his is sprawled out across one of the large green sectionals in the common room. Immediately when stepping into said room he sees the sign for laundry. Not ideal, but better than it being in a whole different building. He would have to be sneaky, so as to not get caught running through four flights of stairs with soiled bedding, but it wasn't the end of the world.

“Hey! I thought everyone arrived earlier? Did you need help finding your room?” August is started by the high pitched voice seemingly addressing him. He turns around and sure enough, the lounging boy is now sitting up with a bright smile on his face.

“Oh- No! I got here earlier, I'm on the fourth floor…” He awkwardly motions upwards, as if it's not obvious that's where the fourth floor would be.

“My bad! I thought you were one of my freshmen, but still, Can I help you with anything or are you just exploring?” The boy laughs gently, standing up from the sofa and walking over with his hand outreached, “I’m Rowan.” August reaches out and introduces himself, the one question he has lingering in his throat.

“Floor four you said? Were in the same year then! Sophomores are always freshman R.A’s, Juniors are Sophomore R.A’s, Seniors…well they are their own R.A’s but between you and me, they don't really do much besides routine candle checks.”

“Candle checks?” August asks, not the questions he wanted to ask, but it's what slipped out in his curiosity.

“Banned item. You know like Hair straighteners,” Check, August thinks to the red and blue mini flat-iron he uses for his bangs every morning sitting on his desk in his dorm currently., “Candle and incense,” He brought the lavender incense his aunt gave him as a parting gift to ‘help him sleep in the dorms’ when she found out he was coming here…”and like hotplates and other cooking things that heat up, Basically if it can make a fire, you aren't allowed to have it.”

“Oh okay, yeah don't have anything like that.” August smiles awkwardly, Rowan doesn't skip a beat in keeping the conversation going.

“Hey, if you do it's none of my business, remember, Freshman RA, not my floor…not my problem.” Rowan winks, August immediately feels less awkward and afraid, He seems normal unlike his seemingly rouge roommate.

“Um speaking of floors, Where is the bathroom on our floor because I couldn't find it.” August finally asks, the words no longer stuck in this throat.

“Oh! yeah…Apparently like ten years ago there was a bad flood on floor three that caused like thousands of dollars worth of damage to the building's old ass structure, so the only restroom is on this floor, down the hallway opposite the stairwell.” August looks back to make sure he heard that right and sure enough, he sees a small arrow pointing that direction with a small stick figure of a man on it.

“One bathroom for…how many of us?” August asks, in disbelief.

“It's really big! Don't worry! You only run into issues in the mornings for the first like two weeks and then everyone falls into a routine. You barely even notice you sharing a shower with seventy-five guys after a while.”

“Seventy-five guys…okay I'm gonna go check it out.” August say turning around rather abruptly,

“I'll come with you, don't want you getting lost!” August freezes in place. Red flags going off in his head.

“No that's okay, I was just gonna take a shower, You dont wanna have to wait for me.” August lies, again. He figured he would be doing a lot of that considering his issues, but two times within the first hour is crazy.

“Dude… You’re sharing with seventy-five teenage boys. Trust me, you don’t want to do that without shower shoes and the school doesn't provide toiletries so you have to bring your own shampoo and shit.” August sighs, he knows that, hence why he has all of that and a shower catty he bought at Target shoved in his wardrobe. He would have brought them if he was actually planning to shower… But he isn't. He was planning on finding the laundry room and then having a quick piss, a quick piss he can only take if he is alone.

“Yeah, okay I'll be back then.” August says as friendly as possible, trying to distract from his obvious annoyance. He turns the other way, up the stairs deciding he will just wait. He isn't desperate, no. He knows better than to let himself get desperate in an unfamiliar setting, but he still just got off a long bus ride from the airport and indulged in a few in-air ginger ales to calm his nervous stomach.

“Dinner is at six, Just follow everyone and you should be good!” The callout is faint from the bottom of the stairs, but echoes up the tall empty space. August doesnt say anything back, but instantly devises a plan. When he sees everyone leaving the dorms for dinner, He will get to pee in peace, without fear of locking up because everyone will be busy eating in presumably, a whole different building.

The problem with that plan is, it's currently three. That means roughly three hours, give or take however long it takes for everyone to get out of here and go to lunch. August isn't desperate right now, but in three hours…The problem is that he doesn't have a problem. It's not like he is sick or has some sort of condition, well not one that would normally cause issues of his kind. It's just anxiety. From his pee-shyness to the bedwetting. It's all brought on by stress and anxiety. No matter what meds doctors have given him throughout the years, starting when he was 10 and was still consistently wetting the bed, none of them really worked.

Sure, they took away the surface level feeling of anxiousness that he lived with constantly. That was nice, but he was still worrying, constantly, deep down. The bed wetting and various other bathroom issues never got better, if anything, the meds not fixing him like the doctors swore they would, only made him stress out more, in turn making everything worse. So he was stuck like this.

It’s manageable. He has found ways around the bed wetting. At home he would often wake up just as it would start and could manage to get to the bathroom with only having to change his boxers. He wouldn't even consider that an accident at this point in his life.

His pee-shyness is a little more tricky, but he has found solutions…ones that aren't so practical when you have a roommate. If his dad was cleaning outside the bathroom at his house and he needed to go he would simply go to his room a whole floor away and find the nearest empty fast-food cup or coffee mug he had ‘conveniently forgotten’ to take out of his room and make use of that. Nobody would ever think he was peeing in his bedroom so he could always, without a doubt, pee in there. It's only in bathrooms he has trouble actually going.

He instinctively looks around his dorm once he closes the door. The steps having jostled his bladder far more than he would have liked, making him realize he would like to not feel like this for longer then he has to. There aren't any cups he would pee in, mostly because they aren't his, He isn't really picky. There are plenty of energy drinks cans he figures if worst comes to worst he could use, it's not easy but he has done it before.

Knowing his roommate, Max, isn't going to be back until what he insinuated was going to be well into the night, August decides he will try to wait it out. If he starts to feel desperate at all, then he will use the can and throw it out on his way to dinner, disposing of any and all evidence. The perfect plan.

* * *

The perfect plan that depended on one thing. His damn roommate. The roommate who made such a big deal about not being back till ‘lights out’ who just so happened to walk through the door the second August decided he was past the point of desperateness.

He admittedly waited too long. The want to wait till six was in the back of his mind, along with the anxieties about someone coming into his room, Mac, or an RA for a ‘candle check’ or whatever it was Rowan mentioned. Both sort of froze him with anxiety, instead of working through it, August chose to sit on his bed and scroll on tiktok for the last two hours, becoming increasingly aware of his legs becoming crossed, and then his hand slowly slipping between his legs. The moment he felt the first bit of wet tricking into his boxers, he jumped up and grabbed the energy drink can.

“Hey- Did you get into my stash!?” Max, because of course he would, barged through the door, immediately making eye contact with August who had the empty can in his grasps, getting ready to figure out the best place in the room to pee in it would be.

“What? N-no! I was just cleaning up!” August quickly looked around the room, spotting a small metal trash bin under Max’s desk. He bends down and chucks the empty can inside it, trying not to squirm around as he does so.

“Okay…In case you didn't get the memo, My side” He points to where August is currently standing, “ And your side. We don't ‘clean’ each other's sides, got it?” His tone was less than savory. August just nods in response, quickly going to his side of the room and sitting down in his desk chair at his empty desk. He watched Max bend down and plug his cell phone into a charge by the side of his bed, before plopping down at his own desk.

“I-I thought you were gonna be out all night?” August asks, seeing Max grab to slide his headphone on and power up his gaming computer.

“Phone died, would be bored as shit without it, plus, it's almost dinner and I slept through breakfast. Now if you don't mind.” Max slipped head headphones on, tuning his back from August, who immediately shoved both his hands between his legs.

‘Okay this is bad, very bad! Can you make it down the stairs?’ August thought, Even if lunch wasn't for another forty-five minutes, He could just go outside. Find a nice secluded tree and water it. He decided to stand up- ‘no! Nope! Bad, Bad, Bad!’ immediately his brain and body decided that was the wrong idea because not a little, but a lot of warmth coats the palm of his hand upon standing.

Panicked, He jumps forward less than gracefully, practically throwing himself onto the lofted bed and under the covers.

“What the fuck was that?” August rolls over to look at Max who now has one headphone off and is staring at him with an annotated look. “Your fuckin weird, Are you taking a nap? You know you have to go get dinner when they say right? You can't just go to the cafeteria whenever you want.”

“jetlag…I'm not hungry, just gonna have extra breakfast tomorrow.” August feels very, very proud of that lie. His best one of the day. He is just glad he got under the covers before Max was turned around because his hands are the only thing keeping him from squirming around like an idiot.

“Where are you even from anyways?” Max asks, August does not want to talk right now, He wants to pee, He needs to pee.

“San Diego, it's a town in Califor-”

“I know where San Diego fuckin is-Wait, doesnt that make it like what, 2:00pm there? Shouldn't you be the opposite of Jetlagged?” August curses under his breath, That is true, He searches for an answer and finds it staring right at him, behind Max,

“I stayed up late gaming the last few weeks with my friends, my sleep schedule is all messed up.” August does not in fact play any videos games, if anything they make him anxious and a little nauseous.

“Oh, well, Fix it because I'm not gonna wait for you if you sleep in next week when classes start.” Max turns his attention back to his game, slipping his headphones back on.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is bad. He isn't gonna leave until dinner? What should I do? I can't hold it that long and I can't walk all the way downstairs to the bathroom like this!’ August panicked, Internally freaking out while laying completely still under his covers in his bed…

‘Piss in the bed.’ His brain leapt at the idea, causing his body to force a long spurt out of him, this time no doubt showing on his clothes. Now he really can’t get up…But he couldn't just wet the bed while awake…He doesn't do that. Sure while he is asleep it happens, more than he would like to admit but doing it on purpose, that is a whole nother level of terrible.

He rolls over so his back is facing away from Max after making sure he looked like he was really into whatever game he was playing.

‘If I pee I have to do it slowly and make sure it doesn't get on the comforter, only the sheets.” August reasons with himself, because realistically, it's his only option. He spends another few minutes deciding if he should actually take himself out of his jeans and piss directly into the sheets, but decides he already has to wash his pants so he might as well use them to soak up some of the accident.

With nothing but the sound of his roommates tapping away at his keyboard, August slowly removes his hands from between his legs. At first, when nothing happens he thinks either he misjudges how desperate he actually is or his pee-shyness that only exists inside the restroom extends to peeing while in a bed with someone in the room, something he has obviously never tried to do before. Both theories are thrown out the window when a thin stream starts to leave his slit.

August bites down on his lip, trying to get control over the speed of his release. He can feel his pee soaking into his pants and then his leg and then the thin cotton sheet. Usually when he wets the bed like this, he is asleep and only wakes up to the smell of ammonia and the uncomfortable cold wet feeling that comes after, he has never felt himself actually fully wet the bed.

It's painful. It's actually painful to release his abused bladder as slowly as he is, but the waterproof sheet does not absorb much, that's kinda the whole point. So he has to wait for his accident to spread out and be absorbed by the sheets to avoid it pooling and getting on the comforter or worse, spilling off the side of the bed.

After a few minor lapses in control causing him to release far more than he meant to, he finally started to feel relief. It feels amazing. It shouldn't because of the circumstance, but he really left it far too long this time. He is usually better about this, or well, back home it was easier to go if he let it get this bad…here he is realizing that it's not considering he is actively purposefully using his bed as a makeshift toilet, something he doesn't ever want to do again.

He finally feels his stream beginning to taper off. When he is finally done, he feels the familiar feeling of cold, itchiness up his legs. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment he usually wakes up from the discomfort. It's slightly disheartening how soon after his accidents he must be waking up. He always thought it must have been hours ago he had wet the bed and only noticed when his body started to wake up. Its annoying to know he was waking up less than a minute after pissing himself, meaning it could be avoidable if his dumb brain would just wake him up.

“You awake?” August stifles a jump at the quiet of the room suddenly becoming not so quiet. He doesn't respond, immediately slamming his eyes shut. He hears a few sounds followed by a faint dial tone. “G, I’m on my way— No, it still needs to be charged. I’ll have to get it after dinner.---- No! fuckin lame ass you dont have to save me a seat, what are you a fuckin fag? wanna hold my hand too?---- yeah, no.----Shut the fuck up, i'll be down in a sec.” A few seconds later and August hears the door slam shut.

‘Shit. He is homophobic??? He has the spiderman poster because he genuinely likes Marvel movies not because Tom Holland has a great ass… He didn't think he would have to deal with Homophobia as much here, considering it's an all boys school…He mentally notes that his sexuality is now on the long list of things he has to lie to people about at this school.

His bout of self pitying is pushed aside when he realises just how gross he feels and he starts to actually smell the fact that he is covered in his own pee. His mind switches its train of thought instantly, when he looks over and see’s Max’s phone sitting on his desk on the charger but he remains Frozen in place wondering just how the hell he is gonna do all of this laundry and remake his bed before Max gets back from dinner…

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It’s Mardi Gras. Welcome to The King Cake Drive-Thru.

A tire shop parking lot has become a popular destination for those craving the beloved treat. The only problem: Which variety to choose?

By Rick Rojas

Reporting from Metairie, La., and the kitchen of Joyce’s Sweets in Ponchatoula, where he sampled a praline-filled cake fresh from the oven.

Of course Mardi Gras is about boundless revelry: the weeks of balls and the parades that shower the streets of New Orleans with beads. But beneath all that, it is also a period of metamorphosis.

A midwinter Tuesday transforms from the most mundane of days into a festival of frivolity and vice. People shed the cocoons of their regular lives and emerge plumed in feathers and sequins.

And this year, just outside New Orleans, a tire shop that for as long as anyone can remember sold only car parts has become a bustling marketplace offering king cakes, the delicacy of the Carnival season, in just about any conceivable flavor.

All you have to do is drive up.

“Any idea of what you want?” Tiffany Langlinais asked a customer who pulled up on a Friday afternoon.

It is a daunting question at the King Cake Drive-Thru. Flaky or fluffy? Filled with cream cheese? What about strawberries, ice cream, even crawfish — or nothing more than the traditional plastic baby? Cakes from more than a dozen bakeries are on offer.

Others have had the idea to sell king cakes culled from various local bakeries, at one location, like King Cake Hub in the Mid-City neighborhood of New Orleans. But the innovation of the King Cake Drive-Thru, which Ms. Langlinais opened in January with her fiancé, Mike Graves, is the added convenience of accessing that bounty of options without even needing to get out of the car.

The drive-through has drawn nurses headed to morning hospital shifts, parents with cars full of children, tourists on road trips and people with limited mobility or weakened immune systems keeping them from easily browsing bakeries. Even the food writer for the city’s main newspaper, The Times-Picayune, passed through.

“I’m surprised nobody thought of it before you, Mike,” David Scripter told Mr. Graves as he dropped off an order of dozens of cakes from Bittersweet Confections, a bakery started by his wife.

“Sometimes,” Mr. Graves said, “the best ideas are right in front of you.”

The drive-through, which takes over the parking lot of Duckworth Tires in the suburb of Metairie three days a week, often has a line of cars waiting when it opens at 7 a.m., and has sold out its inventory well before 7 p.m., its listed closing time.

King cakes have always been a staple of the Carnival season along the Gulf Coast, a crown of pastry served during a burst of gluttony and good times before the austerity and fish fries of Lent. (King cake season begins on Jan. 6 — known as Twelfth Night, Epiphany or Three Kings Day — and ends with Fat Tuesday, or Feb. 13 this year.)

A king cake, in what many consider its purest form, is a ring of brioche-like dough with a dash of vanilla, a crunchy coating of purple, green and gold sugar and a small trinket known as a fève — usually a plastic baby — baked inside.

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“It’s almost blasphemous to get cream cheese in it,” Pam Carr said the other day as she placed an order a staunch traditionalist never would: a pair of cream cheese and chocolate cakes to share with her co-workers at a warehouse store. “Those are the ones I like!”

King cakes are another front in a familiar New Orleans divide. There are those who believe that adhering to tradition means refusing to budge from how things have always been done, and those who maintain that experimentation and interpretation are not an insult to the past, but a tribute.

“Anyone can put anything in a king cake now,” Bridgett Saylor Meinke said as she surveyed the drive-through’s selection.

She grew up on old-school king cake but has been cautiously open to trying some newfangled varieties, like the bananas foster from Brennan’s (“Absolutely delicious,” was her take) and the strawberry cream cheese from Joe’s Cafe.

“That’s the one I’m on the hunt for today,” she said.

The drive-through’s menu varies some week to week, written on a white board by Ms. Langlinais. The couple buys the cakes from bakeries at a wholesale rate and sells them at a markup, with prices ranging from $17 to about $50 per cake. (They come in a range of sizes, too.)

On a recent weekend, there were plenty of traditional options, as well as the Bavarian cream from Caluda’s, an almond cake from District Donuts, boudin or crawfish varieties from Clesi’s Seafood, and lemon curd and vanilla bean cakes from Paw Paw’s Donuts.

The one with Vietnamese coffee filling from Dough Nguyener’s Bakery sold out quickly, as did the cinnamon cream cheese option from Tartine.

Ms. Langlinais wanted to lure customers with their favorite offerings from well-known spots but also nudge them toward cakes they may not know. Those from Joyce’s Sweets, a bakery in Ponchatoula, almost an hour away, are a prime example.

Joyce Galmon is known for her pralines, but she has made king cakes for 25 years, stuffing them with a filling made from broken pralines she could not sell.

“Miss Joyce has no social media,” Ms. Langlinais said. “You can only call her. She has no website.”

In past years, Ms. Galmon would sell as many as 90 cakes in a season. With the King Cake Drive-Thru, she has sold more than that in a single weekend.

Hers is a labor-intensive process, teasing out the dough, lathering on the praline filling, and then letting the cakes rest and rise for several hours. The result: a gooey, crunchy eruption of cinnamon and sugar.

“It’s got me on my toes,” Ms. Galmon said after delivering a fresh batch to the tire lot. “It was a hobby for me, but they’ve made it bigger.”

For all the excitement the drive-through has caused, it is a simple operation. From the street, it almost looks like a Covid testing site.

“No frills, as you can see,” Ms. Langlinais said, “with our tent and tables and Mike’s van.” She was referring to a raggedy but reliable 2007 Kia Sedona missing its middle seat.

Jimmy Duckworth, the owner of Duckworth Tires, gave them a pretty good deal on rent: a king cake a week. Last week, he got his favorite, the cinnamon cream cheese kind from Tartine.

“I’ve been very lucky in life,” he said. “Give them a break — why not?”

He nodded at Mr. Graves, who was busy helping customers.

“Look at him,” Mr. Duckworth said. “He’s all happy.”

A few years ago, Mr. Graves, 35, had been a lawyer in Manhattan, working in finance. Then he moved to New Orleans and started a novelty ice cream business called Bof Bars. He had no ties to New Orleans — he grew up in Chicago — but now he cannot imagine leaving. He and Ms. Langlinais are planning to get married in March.

Ms. Langlinais, who also owns a marketing business, grew up in a shrimping family in Biloxi, Miss., immersed in the elaborate world of Mardi Gras.

She became something of a king cake connoisseur. She has tried more than 100 varieties. She keeps a spreadsheet with detailed notes. (“Enjoyed the light filling but would want x3 for me to be truly happy,” she wrote of one encounter.)

“I know that it’s not a super refined operation,” Ms. Langlinais, 33, said, “but we want it to feel like us.”

There have been setbacks. One day last month, Mr. Graves woke up at 3 a.m. to find someone had busted a window on the minivan and stolen 100 cakes.

The whole endeavor has been exhausting: The excruciatingly early mornings hustling to collect the cakes at bakeries or rendezvous points in random parking lots. The 12-hour days on their feet at the drive-through. And there have been the urgent after-hours calls and texts.

“My kid didn’t tell me she got the baby!” said one friend desperate for a last-minute cake. (According to tradition, the one who finds the baby is responsible for supplying the next cake.)

The drive-through is usually open on Fridays through Sundays, but customers have asked if the couple would be selling cakes on Fat Tuesday.

Not a chance.

Duckworth Tires will be a tire shop again.

“I’ll be partying,” Mr. Graves said.

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faegoddessog · 2 years ago

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 7/41

Chapter 7: Pretty Shades of Pink

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, spanking, light restraint, fingering, unprotected PIV

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 7: Pretty Shades of Pink

You wake up in the morning alone, but with a hot cup of coffee on the bedside table. You sip it as you go to the bathroom. Magically, your toiletries are already there. You mentally thank Austin, he must have woken up early again.

After a shower, and teeth brushing, you spot your little sun dress hanging on the back of the door. But there are no panties or bra, just the dress. You consider just walking out naked, but then you hear Austin singing “Island of Love” from Blue Hawaii in the living room. Realizing what scene he is setting, you quickly put on the dress and your best pouty face. Crossing your arms, you walk out.

“Good morning Elanor,” he is wearing workout shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and definitely is in character.

“What’s good about it?” you sneer.

“Well the sun is shining and I got good sleep, even if I woke up early,” he says in a cheerful Elvis tone.

“What a bore,” you sit down on the couch next to him in a huff. He even smells like coconut sun lotion. Damn he is good.

“Well I'm planning on having a good day,” he says matter-of-factly.

You dramatically open your arms, splay them across the back of the couch. Slapping a smile on your face, you press your chest out and cross your legs in 60’s screen seduction style.

“Why, do you have some action planned?” you throw your arms around him and steal a peck of a kiss, “or we could stay in,” your giggle is old Hollywood fake.

He grabs your hands and places them firmly in your lap. “I think you are getting too big for your britches,” he says quickly.

“I’m don’t wear britches,” you smile, remembering the line from the movie.

“That’s enough outta you,” he admonishes.

“You hate me, everyone hates me,” you put on the pout again and cross your arms.

“You know what you need, a good old fashioned spanking!” He declares.

“You wouldn't dare!” you say in a shocked voice, trying so hard not to smile.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you over to him. "Wouldn’t I dare, wouldn't I?” he says looking lustfully into your eyes, then pushing you over his lap.

First a trial tap with a cupped hand, then a bit harder, the sound muffled by your dress. It doesn't really hurt at all, but you squeal in character without actually resisting.

“This is gonna make us both feel a lot better," he says. Not everyone catches that line from the movie.

He slaps a couple more times, the hem of your dress coming up about half way up your ass.

“Oh, lord have mercy, no panties,” he says, raising your dress to reveal the roundness of your cheeks. He slaps, it stings. He peppers one cheek with little stinging slaps. It starts to feel warm.

“What a lovely shade of pink here,” he drawls, “let's make the other one match darlin’."

You are loving that he is staying in character. It’s like Elvis himself is spanking you. Dreamy.

As his attention turns to the other side, you can feel a twitching coming from his lap. Your squeals have turned into little intakes of breath.

He leans down toward your head and says, “There now, those match nicely. Now you are warmed up for it little girl, here’s the real thrashin'.”

He hits you harder, the slap loud. The second one sends electricity to your core.

“Oh” you exclaim involuntarily.

He begins smacking, then rubbing your ass to sooth it. He makes sure to change spots every time. You can feel your cunt getting wet, your hips start to squirm in his lap, feeling his hardness under you.

“Now we can’t have any of that, this is for your own good." He pulls your arms out from underneath you, grabs your hands and holds them behind your back in one hand, pressing you down as he smacks you hard with the other hand.

You squeal, for real now. Being restrained makes this even hotter.

Your head is down on the couch, hips pushed up, pussy lips just peaking out. He moves his attention lower down to the crease of your ass and thigh. Peppering there with lighter taps, rubbing back to your cheeks and slapping harder.

He lets go of your hands and is massaging the skin with both hands, pulling apart your cheeks a little, then spanking again. Sensations pulsing to your asshole and pussy. Your legs can’t help but open to him.

”What have we here, darlin’, ” he pulls your lower cheeks apart, exposing your wet entrance, “Oh my, another pretty shade of pink." He dips his finger in just barely and rubbing the wetness around. It makes you moan in delight and rock your pelvis. He pulls his hand away and slaps again, You whimper, partly from the spank but mostly from the removal of his finger.

“You are being a good girl now, showing me all this pretty pink, you know it’s my favorite color.” He slips two fingers barely in and you push back at him just a bit.

“Oh, you like ‘at naw'? “ his drawl going deeper, "you wan’ more?”

You nod, moaning into the couch.

His hard cock is pushing into your stomach. He rubs and smacks your ass with his other hand as he slides his fingers in a little further than before and wiggles them a bit. You can't help by try to fuck yourself on his fingers. You love the dominance he is asserting.

“Oh at’s good, baby.” he pulls out a little and turns his hand over so his thumb is right on your clit.

Oh fuck, this is gonna make you cum, bent over here on Austin/Elvis’ lap with your red hot ass in the air. He starts moving in and out, gliding over your clit.

“Now, you gotta tell me ‘afore you cum, got it,” it's Elvis finger-fucking you, you would swear by all that's holy.

You nod. He continues at a good rhythm, with an occasional slap of your ass with the other hand. After a few minutes, you feel the lightning start to course up your spine.

“Oh fuck, Elvis I’m gonna cum,” you moan out, giving into the illusion.

He quickens his pace and as you start to scream, into the couch, he begins spanking you in earnest again raising your orgasm to new heights with the sensations. You are screaming into the fabric of the couch.

"Oh fuck yeah," his hips can’t help but push his hard cock up into your belly rhythmically as you writhe on his lap.

“Oh sweet lord, I gotta have that pink," he says.

One arm scoops under your chest and lifts you while the other pushes your legs off his lap and to the floor. Still riding the peak of your orgasm and a bit clumsy, you are now on your knees bent over the couch cushions. He slides, cat-like behind you, pressing your legs apart with his knee.

“Come 'ere babeh.” He pulls your hips back toward him, gripping your red ass with thumbs, displaying your finger-fucked pussy.

“Mmm. Now 'at is the most gorgeous sight I’ve seen in a loong time, babeh.” He reaches into his shorts and pulls out his cock. You rock your hips back, mewling just a bit, your body is begging for more.

“Damn Darlin', 'at is so hot the way you wiggle 'at ass. You are all drench'd and wantin', waitin' fer me to fill ya. Do ya wan' me inside yeh? "

You furiously nod your head, hips shaking.

He leans over your body and places a hand on the back of your neck. "I want to hear you say it, tell me you want me to fuck you," he demands.

"Oh god yes, Elvis, please, please fuck me," you hear yourself say.

You feel the head of his cock push into you. It feels so fucking good, like it was make to fuck you. He slides in deep and groans as he savors the sensation of your warm, wetness. He begins to draw himself in and out, faster and faster, gripping your hips. You snake a hand down to your pussy, rubbing and clasping your mons. Your red hot ass is slapping against him as fucks you hard from behind.

"Yes, Elvis, fuck me, fuckme fuckme!" you cry out over and over again lost in the fantasy, lost in another apex of pleasure.

It doesn't take long before he is groaning and drains into you, grabbing your sensitive ass, thrusting once, twice more just for good measure.

After a minute, he pulls out, Sits down and guides you onto his lap, holding you tenderly as you both catch your breath.

“You ok babeh?” He hasn’t shaken his Elvis voice or mannerisms.

“Yeah, I’m ok. That was intense,” you say, as he kisses your nose.

“Good intense or bad intense,” he asks with some concern in his eyes.

“Oh good, good for sure,” you grab his face and kiss him.

“Was I spanking you too hard? Too much?”

“No it was perfect how you warmed me up, and doing it when I was cumming… damn” you shudder, “and the Elvis dominance, it’s like he was spanking me. Fantasy fulfilled babe.”

“Oh good, I hoped it wasn’t too much to be in character like that. but when you started calling me Elvis.... It was a little surreal. ” He brushes a stray hair away from your face.

“If that is the Elvis energy you are bringing to the screen, everyone is going to want you. The world isn’t going to know what hits it, darlin."

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meredith-harper81 · 1 year ago

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Part Of Your World🫀

Welcome to Hollywood

CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x Elyse Harper

Word Count: 3k

📍April 2015

Elyse Pov

"DAMN!! Perfect, that's the one, Elyse," I hear Haley say.

I am too zoned out to even care what's going on.

"What is?" I say as she comes out of the other room walking towards me.

"Elyse the dress...It's the one, the perfect dress! I'll go tell Laura," Haley excitedly says, rushing off to go tell Laura, my stylist.

I'm standing in the fitting room, trying on dress after dress for the Oscars.

I had taken a red-eye flight from Miami to LA this morning. I have spent the past 48 hours in glam running the walkway for a Versace show, and now my body is starting to pick up on the exhaustion.

Once I wrapped the show...I headed to the airport to take part in this torture.

Two weeks ago, Haley informed me, that I would be co-presenting an Oscar, and I needed to get some fittings done. Not only are the Oscars two days away.

I also didn't listen to her earlier... I didn't want to do this, I've only been to the Oscars once and didn't enjoy myself... but without a choice, I have to do it again...

I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is in a ponytail. My eyes are bloodshot red. All I want right now is my bed and some sleep. I've been working non-stop this month and I'm craving a good night's rest in my own bed, not some shabby hotel room.

I'm wearing a gorgeous YSL gown. It's gold, with long sleeves and a V-neck.

I for the first time feel beautiful in a dress. I smile as Laura walks in and notes down some alterations that were needed.

I thank her, and she tells me she'll see me later, the day of the Oscars.

Soon enough after Haley helps me out of the dress she offers to drive me to the house.

As Haley is driving, I look out the window as we pass through traffic...

"Who am I presenting the award with?"

Haley's eyes pop out and she gives me this look as if I hit my head on a wall, or as if aliens appeared on the 101.

"Seriously Elyse, Chris Evans... You're Presenting with Chris Evans," she says all excited.

"Chris Evans as in Captain America?" I question as I roll my eyes.

"Yes! Elyse, Captain America, you'll be presenting the best picture movie this year," she says as she takes the exit towards my place.

"UGHHHH!!! Another hotshot," I groan loudly.

"Don't worry, it will be a quick in and out.. I promise you," Haley says, smiling.

"Yeah, right, once you spot Leo or someone, you'll forget all about me," I mumble under my breath, smiling back at her.

I am not looking forward to this weekend at all and I decided to text my best friend, Dakota Johnson.

I met Dakota through our dads... My dad was her dad's dentist and we would always have playdates, so we go far back.

I haven't seen Dakota in a while with her packed schedule.

She's flying back today from wrapping up a film.

I texted her to come over tomorrow and hang out, maybe catch up. It's been a while, and she can convenience me it won't be as bad.

I hope she is also attending and can help me with this misery.

...

Haley drops me off and tells me to rest.

"Yeah, yeah, Haley, I got it. Thanks," I say, rolling my eyes as I get out. Don't get me wrong but I like Haley but she can get on my nerves at times.

She smiles and waves as she pulls out of the driveway.

I grab my duffel bag and look at the house. I call my dungeon...

I hope it's not a full house and I can head to bed right away.

I open the front door and head inside and look around and it is too quiet after placing my bags on the steps of the stairs I walk around and look for Maria.

She's probably in the kitchen.

I sigh as I see a piece of paper on the entryway table. This can only mean one thing. I squeal on the inside.

Gothel and Scar are not home.

I pick up the note.

"Elyse, Tony, and I have gone on a little trip to the coast. Make sure you put your cheque in the box in our room. And we expect to see you on TV at the Oscars. DON'T MESS THIS UP!!! Don't expect us back so soon, also don't fuck this up, or you know what will happen".

I just stare at the note, expressionless at this point, but I'm glad Emily and Tony aren't here right now.

I'm used to them spending my coin, to go on trips and buy ridiculous things. I just need to get out of the stupid contract and end this.

After my parents passed, I really didn't have another choice as the word spread quickly through the news of my parents.

Elizabeth was my manager at the time and was quickly manipulated by my aunt and turned against me and the rest is history.

Emily and Tony started using me for my fame trapping me in deals and campaigns and would abuse or hurt me... I was just the puppet, and they had control of the strings.

They would place me in ads, movies, shows, or campaigns without consenting with me first, and call all the shots.

Emily and Tony seem to be really good at acting their love for me out of the house, for the most part. We seemed like a happy family on the outside but in reality, it was far from that.

I mean, the only people who work for me are Haley, my publicist and assistant, Laura, my stylist, and my manager, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth mostly stays in contact with Emily now. I rarely see her around the house or on a red carpet.

She's in charge of what job or modeling assignment... negotiating numbers more of behind-the-scenes stuff.

My team never beats an eye at Emily. In fact, they all call her Medusa. I mean, I see it. Hell if I try to avoid Emily as much as I can through my days.

This year things have been a little different and they are not at the house as often or I am away from work.

When I do see them, it is either to scold me or ask for the next pay cheque.

The only family figure I had was probably Maria.

Maria was our housekeeper. She looked after me. Maria is a sweet lady in her late 50s.

I can't even remember how old I was when Maria came to work for us. She slowly became aware of the abuse she tried to help me.

Eventually, she stopped and would do anything to help me or avoid something bad coming.

As I walk further into the living room Maria spots me.

"Elyse, come sit I made your favorite soup, mija," Maria says pulling me deep out of thought.

I smile and nod "Thank you, Maria," I say as I walk towards her and sit at the table.

As I finish my dinner. I let Maria know maybe Dakota will visit tomorrow morning.

...

I moan as I scrub some shampoo into my hair and give myself a little head massage.

I continue to clean my body.

The shower is probably one of the safest places where I feel.

It's like a warm hug to me, it reminds me of my mom's hug and how I used to feel safe.

I hum as I finish showering. I put my robe on and head to brush my teeth and hair out.

As I'm running my hands up and down my body rubbing lotion.

I graze under my left rib cage area. I have a long scar from when I was 13.

Tony whipped me with his belt since I didn't want to do this one bikini shoot. I was the only thirteen-year-old on set with older men and I was not comfortable.

It resulted in me needing to get some stitches... But leave it to Uncle Tony to pay off the doctor and stop the investigations. Money can truly buy everything.

I travel a little down to my right hip, where I touch the cigarette burn.

I have one on my right hip from Aunt Emily. I was told I was a toddler at the time when our families were close and I was playing around our play structure in the backyard.

Long story short Emily was not paying attention with her hands and burned my hip as she carried me inside, which was one of the reasons for why the family split.

I cringe at the thought that these scars are the only marks of "love" I have from my so-called family.

Nobody knows about these marks. I often think about how disgusting they are and maybe they define me.

I shake my head, trying to get these negative thoughts out.

I finish up and head to bed. As I'm lying in bed, I get a message. It's from Sebastian.

Sebby: Hey Ely :) How are you? I just got back from filming! I heard from Dakota you're attending the Oscars I'm excited to see you!!!

I smile as I read his message.

I met Sebastian way back when he was modeling.

We were both shooting a perfume campaign at the time, and he walked in on a break out between me and Tony about something stupid, about my scars, not covering up correcting for the shoot.

For only Seb to walk in with my eyes bloodshot and Tony yelling at me with broken glass every wear from the broken vase that was on the floor now.

When Sebastian saw the scars, I asked him to stay out of it and to promise me he wouldn't tell a single soul. Like- take it to his grave. He promised me but told me he's worried about me... He even helped cover my scars on the screen with his hand placements. And we've been good friends since then.

He keeps in touch, checking in from time to time.

Honestly, I wish it was Sebastian presenting with me and not Chris. I've never met the man, but he is always been in the media ever since becoming Cap.

Elyse: I'm doing better. The trolls are out of town so can't complain. I'm not looking forward to presenting, but you've lifted my mood now that I will see you in attendance!

Sebby: I'm glad to hear that! Don't worry Elyse, Chris is amazing at his job, Don't listen to the Hollywood gossip. He's much better than that. Try not to stress too much!! I'll see you on the red carpet. Goodnight.

Elyse: See you soon. Goodnight Seb!

I put my phone down and stare at the ceiling daydreaming about how I crave a different life than this. I've always been a reserved person. I don't like a lot of physical contact scared it will only hurt me more. I'm scared of getting hurt. I've built a wall around me.

I often think about if this is my forever life. I'm happy when I'm not here in LA and filming, or away on a shoot. Where I can play a different character and turn this all off. Get away from this hellhole called my "home".

I wonder if I'll ever be capable of loving someone who loves me back

From a young age, I was never allowed to date or be spotted with anyone in the media...Anytime a reporter would ask a question about my love life my team would shut it down immediately so I get it... I must be a freak or people threw themselves at me for my looks. I wonder if there is someone out there to love and accept me for who I am, and not just for my looks or money. I turn the fan on and turn over and close my eyes as exhaustion starts to set in.

Chris Pov

I check the time on my watch. I should make it to Ma's home just in time for dinner. I've just landed back in Massachusetts after filming for Avengers: Age of Ultron. I'm super tired and annoyed and the only thing I'm craving more than anything right now is Ma's made homemade food.

I'm fed up with eating only takeout and salads. I need some food made with love and Ma's French food has been calling my name ever since I landed.

I sit back and refresh my phone to find it exploding with messages and articles now just realizing about my current breakup.

I roll my eyes and open Twitter after Megan texts me, notifying the outcome of everything. It's been over five weeks since the breakup and it's coming out just now.

I see my name trending in so many hashtags and questions. If I'm off the market now? If it was my fault? Or if Willow, my ex, cheated?

Before going to Atlanta to film the last few scenes of the movie ... I drove to my girlfriend Willow's house to ask her if she wanted to come with me. Only to walk in on her cheating on me, I found her in bed with some hotshot guy from her friend group under her. I cringe at the memory.

I told her it was over, and to take her shit out of my house in LA... Rumors started to spread fast as she was seen by pap's leaving the house with a suitcase.

I sigh and sit back and wait for this car ride to be over. I searched my name on Google and to my surprise, it's trending.. "Captain America newly single." "Why did he dump his girlfriend?" Click our link in the bio to find out"... I groan.

I really hope Ma is home alone tonight...

As the driver pulls into the driveway. I see the lights are on and Carly's car is outside, which means the kids are here, which leads to the whole family.

"Great.. Full house" I mumble as the driver comes to a full stop.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my family, but knowing I'm going to see them after a while, and also mentioning I broke up with my girlfriend, I'm going to get a lot of crap from them.

...

I walk in, leaving my luggage in the mud room.

" Hey Ma," I shout. As I walk through the living room into the kitchen, it is indeed a full house everyone is already sitting at the dining table.

"Chris," Ma says, shocked.

" Uncle Chris, Uncle Chris! " Ethan shouts, and soon enough, all three of my nephews and niece attack me.

" Oh, Uncle Chwis, I missed you so much," Miles says. " I've missed you too buddy," I say as I give them each a big hug.

They lead me to the dining room, where everyone is getting ready for dinner.

Ma makes her way to me. " Oh honey, I thought you were going straight home, well this is a sweet surprise". She says this as she hugs me tight.

" I know Ma, but I was craving your food". I said, a little ashamed. She laughs.

" Lucky for you I made lasagna your favorite". I smile and slowly make my way around, greeting everyone.

We all sit down and start to enjoy dinner. They ask about how filming went. Ryan tries to get some info about the movie but, my lips are sealed... I explained how I wouldn't be staying long as I had to go to LA for the Oscars...

Everyone is quiet and starts to look around wondering who is going to be the lucky date this year.

" AHEM," Scott says, looking my way trying to get my attention. We all stare at him.

" Who are you taking since you broke up with Willow? " He says looking my way trying to get an answer out of me.

I sighed while rolling my eyes and looked down at my plate.

"Ow," he says as Shanna kicks his leg from under the table.

"No one... I'll be going alone. In fact, I am a presenter this year so it'll be a quick in and out," I say, taking another bite of some lasagna.

" Awww, that's too bad, Uncle Chris, Mommy, and Uncle Scott bet on who you're taking this year," Ethan says, smiling.

Everyone bursts out laughing as my family always ends up taking bets on my relationships as If it's some kind of game.

"Well, that reminds me Ma, you owe me some money," Carly says while laughing. I just look unfazed and roll my eyes and go back to eating.

...

Soon enough, everyone finishes dinner, and I say goodnight to the kids. Soon Carly leaves, and Shanna and Ma go to sleep as they have a big day at work tomorrow.

So I'm left in the living room with Scott.

" So who's the lucky presenter you're presenting with," Scott says as he brings me a beer,

"Well," I sigh taking the beer from Scott and taking a sip.

"I think it's Elyse Harper," I say as Scott starts choking on his beer.

"Are you okay?" I ask Scott and his eyes pop out.

"WHAT!" He says shocked.

"The supermodel Elyse Harper?"

"I think so," I shrug taking a sip of my IPA.

"Chris, how could you not tell me? I could have met Elyse.. Chris," Scott whines taking another sip of his drink.

I look at him, giving him a funny confused look.

" REALLY!... You don't know who she is do you?" He exclaims.

" No, I don't Scott," I say now annoyed.

"You are missing out bro... Chris, she's a supermodel, an actress, and only what like 4 years younger than you. How do you not know about her... She's in Fast and Furious, and Transformers?" He says.

I look at him and grab my phone, and do the only thing one would do.

I decided to Google her.

As the page loads, Scott grabs my phone out of my hands.

"Hey give that back," I say now even more annoyed than before.

" Chris, look at her," He says looking through the pictures.

I grab my phone out of his hand...and holy shit, I swear, I felt my dick twitch.

"She's beautiful," I say a little too loud for my liking.

" I told you, you were missing out... I may be gay but like wow...where have you been.. Get your head out from under the rock man". Scott now states proudly.

I'm staring into her green eyes on the screen, I slowly look at other features: she's tall, has a great ass, her hair is a light brown color, she has a light skin color, and her eyes her bright green eyes. I could get lost in them.

I hear Scott clear his throat. "Chris, you're drooling," he says.

I hit his arm. I wonder if she's single, and actually, a genuine person or if she just all looks.

Scott interrupts me, as I am deep in my thoughts.

" Chris, I know that look... All the best and you better not fuck this up,"

I sighed and put my phone away. I looked at the time and saw it was getting late.

After a few more beers Scott offers to take me home since he hasn't been drinking so much as me.

After Scott dropped me off...I head inside and to my room. I decided to take a shower before sleeping. I get in the shower and can't get Elyse out of my head. I don't even know the woman yet she has this effect on me.

I get out of the shower, brush my teeth, and look over at the empty sink to my right, and empty drawers in the cabinets. I can't help but feel sad.

I walk into the closet grab a pair of shorts and go lie in bed. I turn the lights off and get under the covers.

I'm staring at the ceiling thinking about how I need to get my life together and how lonely I feel. I can feel the anxiety creeping on me slowly.

I mean, I'm only 34, but I want all the things that life has to offer. I want to come to a house that feels like a home, and not barge in on Ma every time.

I want someone who loves me and waits for me. I want the bathroom sink to linger with her products and the closet to get out of control, someone hogging the whole bed... stealing the comforter from me at night, wanting to cuddle.

This is getting really getting old coming home to an empty house. This house doesn't feel like a home. It is missing something... maybe I should get a dog for now. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as my phone pings.

It's Megan, my publicist.

Megan: Chris, hope you had a safe flight home. I hate to break it to you, but we need to be in LA tomorrow afternoon for some fittings. I'm sorry... I'll call you in the morning. Have a good night.

I groan as I read the message, Great. I look at the time as it's 1:00 in the morning now. I roll over, trying to get some sleep.

I just end up tossing and turning. I can't sleep. She's still on my mind. I open up Google again and look her up again. I see she has a few interviews on YouTube, so I decided to watch a few. She's funny and has a natural charm, doesn't try to stand out too much, but her smile doesn't always reach her eyes in most photos, or press junkets.

I sigh, as she doesn't seem to be an attention seeker. Damn, she's too pretty. She's got to have a boyfriend right?

...

I groan as I shut my alarm. I don't remember what time I went to sleep last night. I check the clock on the wall and it reads 6:35...I get out of bed, brush my teeth, and head to the basement to work out.

Soon after I had a quick shower and breakfast. I'm getting ready to head out the door when my phone starts ringing, and it's Megan.

"Morning Chris, how are you doing? She asks.

"I'm good, a little tired," I laugh

"Yeah, Well I'm sorry to hear that. I've booked the ticket for LAX. You leave in an hour. I'm sorry Chris but I tried to get a later flight...,"

"It is okay thank you Megan I'll see you real soon, Take care," I say as I hang up the phone.

I head back inside and pack a little carry-on bag for a few days. I only bring the necessities, since I have most things there.

...

I walk into Ma's home. I smile, as it smells like home.

I enter the kitchen and I see Shanna and Ma finishing their breakfast.

"Hey Shanna, Morning Ma," I say as I grab myself water.

I explain to Ma what's happening as she and Shanna are both running a little late to the theater.

They both wish me a safe flight, to enjoy myself and not overthink and that they'll see me on TV. I smile and hug them both.

I call an Uber and head to the airport. The driver parks on the airstrip, and as I head inside, I'm greeted by the pilot and the flight attendant.

They tell me the flight is on time, and I should get ready for take off.

I lie back in my seat and try to read a book, but I just think about her. I can't wait to meet her in person, and soon the plane takes off.

...

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Thrill-Seeking Down Under: An Overview to Adventure Tourist in Australia

Australia is understood for its spectacular natural landscapes, diverse wildlife, and also unique outdoor adventures, making it a prominent destination for experience tourist. From surfing on some of the world's finest beaches to discovering the rugged wilderness and also diving in the Great Barrier Reef, Australia supplies a vast array of thrilling tasks for experience applicants.

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Traveling can be amazing and invigorating, however it can additionally be stressful as well as overwhelming. Caring for your mental health and wellness as well as health while traveling is essential. Some methods to advertise psychological wellness while on the move consist of practicing mindfulness, obtaining enough rest, remaining energetic, and seeking support from enjoyed ones. It can likewise be helpful to prepare some downtime during your journeys to rest as well as recharge.

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Keeping a healthy and balanced diet plan and staying moisturized are important for general wellness and health when traveling. In Australia, numerous scrumptious and healthy food choices are offered, such as fresh fish and shellfish, salads, and also fruits. Consuming lots of water is also crucial, especially in outside tasks or hot weather. See to it to carry a refillable canteen as well as fill it up routinely throughout your journeys.

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Computer as well as Technology Solutions

As we depend an increasing number of on innovation, it's important to have access to dependable computer and modern technology services. This is specifically real for travelers that rely on their tools for interaction, navigation, as well as enjoyment. In this post, we'll discover several of Australia's computer system and also technology solutions, including malware elimination, computer system repair service, as well as disk drive information healing.

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Malware, or destructive software, can create a great deal of damages to your computer system, consisting of stealing individual information, corrupting documents, and also slowing down your system. It's important to have an expert eliminate any kind of malware from your device asap to stop additional damages. Several computer system repair shops in Australia use malware removal solutions, including ones that provide especially to vacationers. If you're traveling to Brisbane, you can locate trusted solutions like hard disk drive data recuperation Brisbane and also malware elimination solutions at locations like Compensation Now and Computer Troubleshooters.

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Unfortunately, even the most trustworthy tools can break down or malfunction. Whether it's a broken display, a dead battery, or a hardware issue, it is essential to have accessibility to quality computer system repair solutions when you get on the roadway. Numerous computer system service center in Australia use same-day or next-day fixing solutions, so you can go back to utilizing your tool asap. If you're in Sydney, places like Sydney CBD Repair Work Centre and also Gadget Expert use quality computer system fixing solutions, including Apple items.

Hard Drive Data Recovery

Losing essential information from your hard disk drive can be a headache, specifically if you don't have a backup. Luckily, services are available that can recover information from damaged or damaged hard disk drives. This is specifically important for travelers with crucial documents or pictures reduced their gadgets. In Brisbane, services like Ontrack and Payam Data Healing provide hard drive data recovery brisbane services for people and companies.

In addition to these certain solutions, many computer and technology stores in Australia provide numerous other solutions, consisting of computer and also accessory sales, IT consulting, and also networking services. If you're traveling for company or require to remain connected while when driving, investigating the various options offered in your location city deserves researching.

When choosing a computer system and also modern technology provider, it's important to research as well as choose a reliable, reputable carrier with good evaluations and a performance history of quality service. You may likewise want to take into consideration elements such as rates, area, as well as hrs of procedure, particularly if you get on a tight routine.

In conclusion, computer and modern technology solutions are essential for travelers that depend on their tools for work, interaction, as well as home entertainment. Whether you require malware removal, computer repair work, or hard disk drive information healing, trusted companies in Australia can meet your requirements. So, before you hit the trail, understand where to turn if you require aid with your tool.

Verdict:

To conclude, Australia offers lots of one-of-a-kind opportunities for adventure as well as travel, from browsing as well as kayaking to diving and also snorkeling, white-water rafting, and also mobility scooter services and electric mobility scooter scenic tours in Brisbane. It's necessary to have accessibility to reliable computer system and modern technology solutions while traveling, consisting of malware elimination, computer system repair service, as well as hard disk drive data recuperation.

If you're preparing a trip to Australia, research the various journey tourism options available and strategy accordingly. Whether you're looking for adrenaline-pumping activities or simply intend to explore the natural elegance of this vast as well as varied nation, Australia has something for everyone.

Pertaining to computer system as well as technology solutions, it's essential to choose a reputable, reputable provider with great evaluations as well as a performance history of quality service. Think about elements such as pricing, place, and hours of procedure, particularly if you get on a tight routine.

On the whole, traveling to Australia offers a special opportunity to experience some of the globe's most breathtaking landscapes as well as exhilarating journeys. With the right planning and also prep work, you can take advantage of your trip and also create memories that will last a life time.

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vertokitchens · 1 year ago

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5 Innovative Trends in Modern Custom Kitchens

In today's fast-paced world, staying up-to-date with kitchen design trends is essential to creating a functional and stylish space that meets your needs. We are thrilled to share with you five innovative trends that are revolutionizing the way we design and experience custom kitchens.

From smart appliances to sustainable materials, these trends are sure to inspire and excite you as you embark on your kitchen remodelling journey.

Smart Appliances

The integration of smart technology into our daily lives has extended to our kitchens. Smart appliances have become increasingly popular in modern Gold Coast custom kitchens, offering convenience, efficiency, and connectivity like never before.

Imagine a refrigerator that can create shopping lists, control temperature settings, and even suggest recipes based on the ingredients it contains. Or an oven that can be preheated remotely, ensuring your meal is ready when you walk through the door. Smart dishwashers make cleaning up a breeze, allowing you to monitor the progress of your dishes from your smartphone.

With voice control capabilities, energy efficiency features, and seamless connectivity, smart appliances are revolutionizing the way we cook and interact with our kitchens.

Sleek Minimalist Designs

In today's fast-paced world, simplicity is key. Minimalist designs have become a major trend in modern custom kitchens, offering a clean and uncluttered aesthetic that promotes functionality and tranquillity.

Clean lines, simple colour palettes, and clutter-free spaces are the hallmarks of this design approach. By embracing a minimalist design, you can create a kitchen that feels open, airy, and inviting. The focus is on essential elements that enhance the functionality of the space rather than unnecessary ornamentation.

A sleek minimalist kitchen not only looks stunning but also provides a serene environment for cooking and entertaining.

Multifunctional Kitchen Islands

Gone are the days when kitchen islands were merely an extra countertop space. Today, kitchen islands have evolved into versatile workstations that serve multiple purposes. They are no longer limited to food preparation; they have become the heart of the kitchen, where family and friends gather to cook, eat, and socialize.

Modern custom kitchens Gold Coast are incorporating features such as built-in sinks, additional storage options, and seating areas into their kitchen islands. This allows for seamless transitions between cooking, serving, and entertaining, making the island a central hub for all kitchen activities.

Whether you're chopping vegetables, washing dishes, or enjoying a cup of coffee, a multifunctional kitchen island enhances both your cooking and entertaining experiences.

High-Tech Lighting Solutions

Lighting plays a crucial role in creating the right ambiance in any space, and modern custom kitchens are no exception. Advanced lighting solutions have transformed the way we illuminate our kitchens, providing better visibility, enhanced functionality, and energy efficiency.

LED lighting strips are a popular choice for under-cabinet lighting, allowing you to showcase your countertops and create a warm, inviting glow. Motion sensor fixtures are another innovative lighting solution that automatically detects your presence, ensuring that your kitchen is well-lit whenever you step into it.

These high-tech lighting solutions not only improve visibility but also add a touch of elegance and sophistication to your custom kitchen.

Sustainable Materials

As the world becomes more environmentally conscious, the demand for eco-friendly materials in kitchen design has skyrocketed. Sustainable materials are not only better for the environment but also for our health.

Bamboo flooring, for example, is a renewable resource that adds warmth and beauty to any kitchen while reducing carbon footprint. Recycled glass countertops are another sustainable option that offers durability, elegance, and a unique aesthetic appeal.

By incorporating sustainable materials into your custom kitchen, you can create a space that is not only visually stunning but also contributes to a healthier and more sustainable planet.

Conclusion

The five innovative custom kitchens Gold Coast trends discussed in this blog post are transforming the way we design and experience modern kitchens. From smart appliances that make cooking a breeze to sleek minimalist designs that promote functionality and tranquillity, these trends offer endless possibilities for creating a kitchen that is both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

The incorporation of multifunctional kitchen islands and high-tech lighting solutions further enhances the cooking and entertaining experiences. And let's not forget the importance of sustainability, as the demand for eco-friendly materials continues to rise.

With the ever-advancing world of custom kitchen innovation, we are excited to see what the future holds for this dynamic space.

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Foggy Sunday early evenings call for a good cigar and some whiskey. In this case, we have the Prideful Goat 6 year cask strength rye and a Rocky Patel 10th Anniversary box press cigar. There are really nice notes of butterscotch, jam, some dark chocolate, and rye spice. .... So I know there is some kind of annual Hollywood award show tonight, but I'm putting some smoke in the air and raising a glass to a different set of awardees. On Friday, the 47th Joint Culinary Training Exercise at Ft Lee was completed. This multi-service culinary competition challenges teams and individuals from the various services to cook their best against each other in hopes of winning it all to go on to compete against civilian chefs later this year. For the 3rd year in a row Team Coast Guard sliced, diced, and served up a win against all the other competitors bringing home 7 gold, 10 silver, and 5 bronze medals as well as Installation, Chef, and Pastery Chef of the Year, Best in Show for Mobile Kitchen (on Army gear) and Contemporary Food, as well as runner-up Student Team and Cold Food Buffet. Additionally, CS1 Danielle Hughes, CS1 John Toman, and CS1 Jeff Plotz were chosen to join the Army Cullinary Arts Team for the Cullinary Arts Olympics in Germany. Way to go Team Coast Guard! Congratulations! .... "The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential... these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence." ~ Confucius ... #uscg #uscoastguard #coastguardculinaryprogram #cigar #CigarLover #CigarAfficionado #cigarphoto #cigarsnob #cigarlife #cigarsmoke #pssita #sailorandsticks #rockypatel #TapThatAsh #whiskey #ryewhiskey #pridefulgoat #whiskeylife #WhiskeyLover #whiskeyphoto #WhiskeyNeat #WhiskeyAfficionado #whiskeygram #quote #quotestagram #raiseatoast (at Coastal San Pedro) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cptk53RL0TN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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stainsolutionsgc · 5 days ago

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Tile and Grout Cleaning Gold Coast: Why Professional Cleaning is Essential for Your Floors

Tiles are a popular flooring choice for homes and businesses on the Gold Coast, but maintaining their cleanliness can be challenging. The grout between your tiles can trap dirt and moisture, which can lead to discoloration, staining, and even mold growth over time. That's where Stain Solutions comes in, offering professional tile and grout cleaning services to restore your floors to their original condition.

Why Choose Professional Tile and Grout Cleaning?

While regular mopping can help maintain the surface appearance of your tiles, it often fails to reach deep into the grout lines where dirt and grime settle. Over time, grout becomes discolored and stained, leaving your floors looking dull and dirty. At Stain Solutions, we use high-pressure cleaning systems and specialized cleaning solutions that break down the dirt and grime embedded in your tiles and grout, leaving them spotless and shining.

The Benefits of Our Tile and Grout Cleaning Service

Enhanced Appearance Grimy grout lines and stained tiles can make even the most beautiful floors look unkempt. Our professional cleaning services bring back the shine, enhancing the overall look of your floors.

Improved Hygiene Grout lines often collect bacteria, mold, and mildew, especially in moist areas like bathrooms and kitchens. Our cleaning process removes harmful microorganisms, ensuring a cleaner and healthier environment for your home or office.

Increased Longevity Regular professional cleaning extends the life of your tiles and grout by preventing dirt buildup that can cause irreversible damage over time. We also offer sealing services to protect your floors and keep them looking great for longer.

What Makes Stain Solutions Different?

At Stain Solutions, we pride ourselves on our attention to detail and commitment to quality. Our team is highly trained and uses only the best equipment and eco-friendly cleaning solutions. We understand the unique challenges of tile and grout cleaning on the Gold Coast and tailor our services to meet your specific needs.

Whether it’s your kitchen, bathroom, or outdoor spaces, we have the expertise to clean all types of tiles, including ceramic, porcelain, and natural stone. We also offer sealing services to protect your grout and keep it looking new.

Tile and grout cleaning doesn’t have to be a hassle. Contact Stain Solutions today to schedule your professional cleaning and enjoy the benefits of fresh, clean floors that enhance the beauty of your home or business.

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googleblogs123 · 8 days ago

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Joint Sealing Gold Coast: Rhino Construction Services Got Your Back

Have you ever wondered if your DIY project can truly handle the challenges of the Gold Coast climate? While taking on projects yourself is fulfilling, some tasks—like joint sealing—are better left to the pros. When it comes to safeguarding your property from water damage and ensuring long-lasting durability, Rhino Construction Services is here to help. Our expert joint sealing Gold Coast solutions are designed to enhance your hard work and deliver results that stand the test of time.

How Rhino Elevates Your DIY Projects

At Rhino Construction Services, we know the passion and dedication you pour into your DIY projects. That’s why we’re committed to helping you achieve exceptional results. Unlike competitors, our premium-grade sealants are specifically designed to withstand Gold Coast’s harsh climate, offering superior durability compared to generic, store-bought alternatives. With our skilled team and expert precision, you can count on us to deliver clean, long-lasting seals every time.

The Benefits of Professional Joint Sealing

Joint sealing offers more than just aesthetic appeal—it’s an investment in the longevity and protection of your property. Here are some key benefits:

Waterproof Protection: Keep water out and prevent damage that could cost you in the long run.

Long-Lasting Durability: Our high-quality materials are built to withstand the Gold Coast’s challenging weather.

A Safer Space: Properly sealed surfaces reduce cracks and uneven spots, making your property safer.

A Sleek Finish: A professional seal doesn’t just work better—it looks better too.

Save Money Over Time: Avoid costly repairs and rework by choosing durable solutions from the start.

Where Joint Sealing Is Essential

Sealing joints isn’t just about looks; it’s a critical part of protecting and maintaining your property. Here’s how our professional joint sealing Gold Coast services can make a difference:

Driveways and Pathways: Prevent cracks and water damage in outdoor surfaces.

Bathrooms and Wet Areas: Ensure waterproofing and stop mold growth.

Kitchens: Protect countertops and splashbacks from stains and moisture.

Patios and Balconies: Shield outdoor spaces from weather damage.

Commercial and Industrial Spaces: Maintain structural integrity in high-traffic areas.

Let’s Seal the Deal Together!

For expert joint sealing Gold Coast, Rhino Construction Services is your trusted partner. With eco-friendly materials, skilled craftsmanship, and proven durability, we ensure your property is protected and looks its best. Ready to take your project to the next level? Call +61 1300 744 661, visit us at Shed 3/9 Charlston Pl, Kuluin QLD 4558, or head to Rhino Construction Services to learn more.

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pestfreespaces · 12 days ago

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Why is bond cleaning essential when renting a property on the Gold Coast?

Bond cleaning is one of the most important steps taken when renting a property in the Gold Coast (or any other place) for some very important reasons. You will be able to comply with your lease, get your security deposit back and leave a good impression to your landlord or property manager. Here's why bond cleaning is so important:

To Get Your Full Bond Back The primary purpose of bond cleaning is to make sure you get your bond money back. Landlords and property managers expect the property to be returned in the same condition as when you moved in, minus normal wear and tear. If the property is not cleaned to their satisfaction, they may withhold part or all of your bond to cover the cost of cleaning or repairs.

Fulfill Lease Agreement Requirements Most of your lease agreements have a condition requiring you to leave the property "clean and undamaged". You may face penalties or loss of your bond if you do not comply with this condition. This is where bond cleaning will come in handy in order to fulfill your contractual requirements.

Avoid Disputes Bond cleaning ensures that the house is returned in the best state possible, thus saving the tenant from potential arguments with the landlord or property manager. If the house does not get cleaned properly, then areas of attention are highlighted to the tenant by the landlord, which can cause bond refund processing delays and possible tiffs.

Assist Your Property Manager to Inspect the Property Bond cleaning prepares the property for the final inspection. A thorough clean allows the property manager to assess the condition of the property without being distracted by dirt, stains, or mess. This makes the inspection process smoother and increases your chances of getting a positive outcome.

Avoid Additional Cleaning Charges If the property is not left in a good condition, the landlord or property manager may hire a cleaning company to clean up. You will pay for these services, probably more than if you had done the cleaning yourself. Bond cleaning saves you from those extra costs.

Good Rental History Returning the property in good condition after bond cleaning will show that you are a responsible tenant. A clean property shows that you respected the property and cared for it during your tenancy, which may help you get a positive reference for future rentals.

Leave the Property in Good Condition for the Next Tenant If you want to leave amicably, bond cleaning will ensure that the new tenant has a clean fresh property to move into. This creates goodwill with your landlord, but it can also contribute to a faster rental turnaround for both parties.

Higher Property Value For landlords, maintaining a clean property helps the value of their property last longer. By cleaning the bond, the property will be kept in good condition hence reducing the possibility of costly repair or restoration.

Professional Standard Cleaning Bond cleaning may demand a professional level of cleanliness, especially in the kitchen, bathroom, and carpets. It is difficult to achieve a high level of cleanliness by yourself in these areas, and it may take much time and effort to clean them. A professional cleaning company will ensure that the job is done at a professional level, and your chances of passing the final inspection will be high.

Stress-Free Move-Out Process The moving out process is very stressing, so having ensured the property is well cleaned frees the burden on you. Bond clean gives you time to engage yourself in other areas such as packing without the hustle of last-minute cleaning duties.

Fulfill Your Local Rental Laws In some cases, local regulations or industry standards on the Gold Coast may require tenants to ensure the property is cleaned professionally at the end of their lease. This ensures compliance with local rental laws and helps avoid any legal or financial complications. In summary, bond cleaning is important because it protects your security deposit, meets the requirements of your lease, helps avoid disputes, and leaves the property in excellent condition. Investing some time or hiring professionals to thoroughly clean the property increases one's chances of getting back the full bond and successfully moving on to the next rental without any issues.

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polishedconcreteexpertsgoldcoast · 13 days ago

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Top Reasons to Choose Polished Concrete Floors in Gold Coast

Polished concrete floors are now the leading choice for any home, business, and industrial space in Gold Coast. Their sleek appearance, durability, and low maintenance make this flooring solution versatile. This is a great option either when renovating a property or building from scratch. Here is a look at the reasons why polished concrete floors are ideal for your Gold Coast property.

Durability and Longevity Polished concrete floors are very durable and can handle heavy traffic in residential and commercial settings. The process of polishing the surface actually strengthens it, so that it can resist wear and tear, impact, and scratches over time. This makes it a practical solution for areas that experience high traffic, like living rooms, hallways, retail stores, and warehouses. Unlike traditional flooring alternatives that may require frequent replacements or repairs, polished concrete floors maintain their integrity for years with minimal upkeep, providing long-term value.

Low Maintenance One of the most significant advantages of polished concrete floors is that they have low maintenance requirements. While carpets need to be cleaned frequently and wooden floors require refinishing periodically, polished concrete just needs to be swept and mopped occasionally to look its best. Its smooth surface resists dust, dirt, and allergens, making it a great choice for homeowners and businesses seeking an easy-to-maintain flooring option. Polished Concrete Floors Gold Coast do not need waxing, sealing, or coating, hence saving more time and money involved in maintaining them.

Design

The polished concrete floor is so admired for the modern glossy look. Polished concrete floors bring into a place a touch of sophistication and modernity as they support a wide array of designs in the interiors. This finish enhances the natural looks of concrete, revealing delicate patterns and colors that create character to the floor. This material can be further customized with sheen levels ranging from matte to high-gloss and also stained or dyed for a different look. Because of its versatility, it is excellent for residential interior applications and commercial showrooms.

Eco-Friendly Flooring Solution Polished concrete floors are the answer for eco-friendly flooring in the city of Gold Coast, where sustainability is becoming a concern of high priority. It does not require additional materials other than the existing concrete slabs, thus minimizing the quantity of waste generated from such installation. In contrast, polished concrete floors are relatively less chemical-intensive when installed, unlike other flooring installations. Besides, polished concrete floors contribute to energy efficiency since they can reflect natural and artificial light that may reduce additional lighting needs in your space.

Cost Effectiveness Polished concrete floors are not only durable but also cost-effective. Their long lifespan saves you money on replacements and repairs, while their low maintenance reduces ongoing cleaning expenses. Additionally, polished concrete does away with extra materials such as carpets, tiles, or wood, cutting down on the initial costs.

Moisture Resistance The smooth and dense surface of polished concrete floors makes them resistant to moisture and stains. This particular quality is very useful on the Gold Coast, where the weather is humid, thus possibly affecting other types of floors. Polished concrete flooring is less likely to hold on to mold, mildew, or water damage. Such a floor is very durable, hygienic for areas like kitchens, bathrooms, and outdoor spaces.

Versatility for Different Spaces Polished concrete floors are versatile and can be used in various applications, from residential homes to commercial spaces like restaurants, retail stores, and offices. They can also be used in industrial settings because of their durability and resistance to heavy machinery and equipment. This adaptability makes polished concrete a go-to flooring solution for a wide range of projects in Gold Coast.

Conclusion Polished concrete floors offer a combination of style, durability, and practicality that’s hard to match. From their aesthetic versatility to their eco-friendly nature, they provide numerous benefits that make them an excellent flooring choice for Gold Coast properties. Whether you’re looking to upgrade your home, revamp a retail space, or enhance an industrial facility, polished concrete floors deliver lasting value and beauty.

#concrete flooring gold coast #honed concrete in gold coast #polished concrete gold coast

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faegoddessog · 2 years ago

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.25/41

Chapter 25: Be Brave

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, voyeurism, unprotected PIV (Play safe ya'll!), fingering, cunnilingus, tub play

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SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Chapter 25: Be Brave

It’s been a week since Elvis fucked you senseless. The countertop guys came and installed the granite countertops today. The flirty guy showed up, ‘to make sure everything went smoothly’. He asked you out on a date. You told him you were seeing someone. He backed down, but told you to look him up if it all went tits up.

You finished installing the sink today. Damn you are almost done with this kitchen! Appliances should be delivered this week too! You need a day off though, you’ve been working non-stop. You are hoping you can catch Austin soon. He has still been haunting you in the middle of the night, in the best possible way. You text him.

Me: Hey, when is your next day off? I have an idea!

You go to put your phone away, not expecting to hear from him anytime soon. Then your phone dings.

Austin: Day after tomorrow. What’s up?

Me: Do you want to go develop your film? You send a link to the Maud Street Photo gallery and Dark Room in Brisbane.

Austin: Yes please.

Me: I’ll book the darkroom.

Austin: You are a goddess.

Me: That is correct.

You book the space, and text him details. You get a thumbs up from him. Then nothing.

The next day at about 1PM, you are on your knees, installing the final trim around the living room when you hear the door open.

“Oh good! You are home!” Austin exclaims.

You stand up, brushing the dirt off your work pants and hug him tightly.

“Hi love! Oh no, you caught me in my actual work clothes,” you jest.

“Yeah but those knee pads though,” he kisses his fingertips and gestures towards the sky.

“They could come in handy,” you wag your eyebrows suggestively and laugh. “To what do I owe the honor of your presence so early in the afternoon?”

“Well,” he puts his arms around your waist, swaying side to side, ”I am off for the next two days, so go pack a bag, I’m taking you on a weekend getaway.”

“You are?!” you say excitedly, “Sweet! Where are we going?”

“Brisbane, I already set it all up, bring a nice dress. Wait, nevermind, I owe you one anyway. Can you be ready in like a ½ hour? You are driving by the way!” Austin is clearly stoked, thoughts tumbling out of his mouth as he backs towards the door, “I gotta go pack too, I’ll be back in 30 min!”

He shuts the door and you are standing there, then it hits you. He’s never taken you out on a date, let alone for a weekend. In public. Natural Bridge doesn’t count, you didn't’ encounter enough people for it to count.

“Ok,” you say to yourself, unstrapping the pads from your knees, “I guess we are doing this.”

It takes you 10 minutes to pack a bag, 10 in the shower and 5 to put on your long dress, Chacos and throw some mascara on. You are hastily tidying up your scraps from the day when Austin pops in the door.

“Ready?” he grabs your bag.

“I am, but…” you hesitate, unsure what exactly to ask, “what am I supposed to do in public? Do we need to walk separately, or something? I just don’t know what to expect and I’m all of a sudden nervous.” You hadn’t realized it until this moment just how green you are to all of this.

“Oh hunny,” he sets down the bags and enfold you in his arms, ”you don’t have to do anything differently. Just be yourself. I doubt anyone will even recognize me. If they do, well, most people are really nice. I love you and I honestly don’t care if the world sees us, as long as you are OK with that.”

“I want to say I’m OK with it, but I’m also not sure that I have any idea what that would mean,” you say honestly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t think about this, I was just excited to get away with you. We don't have to go if you don’t want to,” he says, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Hold up, I didn’t say I didn't want to go. I just need you to remember that I’m just a civilian here in your celebrity world. I really don’t give a fuck about what people might say about me or what they see. I just don’t want to mess with your reputation or image or whatever. Cuz I love you too.”

“Awww, Kitten, thank you.” he hugs you close, ”It will all be just fine. I haven’t seen any paparazzi around here lately anyway. The way I see it, it’s none of their business. If something happens, just follow my lead. They don’t get to control us.”

You take a big breath, “Alright, fuck it, let’s go have a great weekend.”

You manage to sneak Austin out like last time, although no one was there to see anyway, which goes a long way to soothe your fears. You just don’t want to end up not being able to go to the grocery store. You remind yourself that you aren’t dating a member of the royal family, so chill out.

The one and a half hour drive is easy in the afternoon. You spontaneously stop at a little hole in the wall place called Yatala Pie Shop. Mostly because, mmmm pie. They make homemade delicious gourmet pot pies and pastries. You share a chicken mushroom pie, a sausage roll and a caramel tart. You are feeling much more relaxed. You are just two normal, admittedly pretty, people out driving.

Austin has a roll of film to finish, so he periodically snaps a photo of you. Driving, eating, laughing.

You pull up to the swanky Emporium Hotel.

“Shit Austin, I don’t know if I’m this fancy… I’m not sure I’m gonna fit in,” you look at him slightly concerned.

“I get it, but Kitten, the key is to simply act like you do,” He winks as he gets out of the car. You nod to yourself as the valet opens your door and you hand your keys to her.

A bellhop grabs the bags. Austin is right there beside you, hand on your waist, sweeping you confidently into the lobby. A fantastic white sweeping staircase dominates the three story atrium in front of a wall of glass. A huge red sculptural wall abuts the lush living wall that provides the backdrop for the front desk.

Austin leads you up with a little of that Elvis swagger in his gait. It’s sexy as hell. He checks in under a pseudonym. Everyone immediately is treating you both with that deference you thought reserved for rich people. Maybe they know who he is?

Taking Austin’s advice, you just act like someone with money. ‘These old things? Yes, these are exclusive Chacos only for sexy people. This dress, yes it IS vintage, sustainability is so posh,’ you think to yourself, trying to act bored, as though you have seen all this before, even though you are ‘wowing’ on the inside.

“Ah, yes sir, and your tickets will be waiting at will-call tomorrow,” says the concierge with a smile.

Austin also asks for information on where the best shopping is. The concierge recommends a couple places and offers to call ahead for an appointment and an uber whenever you are ready.

The bellhop has your bags on a cart and takes you to your room. You get in the elevator and go up, up, up. He makes small talk, asking if you’d ever been here before and where you were planning on dinner. He recommends the hotel restaurant as well as a couple others near. The bell dings at the top floor and the elevator opens to a beautiful foyer.

“Welcome to the Exquisite Suite Sir,” the bellhop says as he makes a show of opening an elaborate set of double doors, flanked by Carrera Marble columns. You quickly realize why they were treating you and Austin that way. It’s not that they know who he is. It’s that he booked the best suite in the hotel

It is gorgeous. Floor to ceiling windows, balcony, a huge bed, well placed mirror walls, marble bathroom, a huge tub overlooking the city, a walk-in closet and a full on bar with chilled champagne in a bucket and chocolate dipped strawberries. The bellhop opens the champagne and pours two glasses.

Austin tips the bellhop and closes the door as you pull open the balcony doors and go stand at the clear railing, looking out at the amazing city view.

“Holy crap babe, this is splashy,” you tell him as he brings over the glasses and the strawberries, offering you one. You guys clink, drink and take a bite out of the strawberries. The chocolate, berry and champagne flavors mix in your mouth. It's decadent!

“I figure we have both been working hard and we deserve it.” He wraps his arm around you, kissing your neck.

“Well, what all do you have planned to do?” you ask.

“Apart from you?” he drains his glass and sets it down on the little table and pulls your shoulder strap down, kissing your skin.

“I hoped I would be on the list, yes” you smile, leaning your head to the side so he can kiss up your neck.

“Well,” *kiss* “ I want to take you to get a new dress for tomorrow night,” *kiss* “We have the darkroom tomorrow at one,” *kiss* “And theater tickets at 7,” *kiss* “Anything else is gravy.”*kiss* “We can do that wheel thing," he points out the window to what looks like a Ferris wheel, “ we can walk the gardens, do a museum, find a club, … whatever you want hun.” *kiss*

“Damn, I don’t know what I want to do first,” you say, “ strike that, yes I do.” You set down your champagne, turn around and hands to Austin’s face, press your lips to his. “Thank you Austin,” you whisper against his gorgeous, full lips.

He looks deep into your eyes and says with a straight face, “my pleasure.”

You fucking crack up. He does too.

“Ahhh,” he says on the tail end of his laughter, “no really, I’m so grateful you were willing to come with me.” He leans in and kisses you slowly, deeply.

Your hands are on his neck, playing in his hair. God you love kissing him. The breeze kicks up and your dress billows. Austin's hands land on your naked cheeks.

“Wait a minute, have you been bare under this all afternoon?” he asks, gliding his hands to see if you have on a thong or something.

“Yes,“ you shrug, ”I wanted to be ready, y’know, if we had a chance for a little quickie in the wild.” Your hand migrates to his covered crotch. You feel a growing bulge.

“Did you now,” he says, “Well I can’t decide if that’s naughty or nice.”

“Why not both?” You unzip his fly and pull out his half hard cock. You step back, turn around leaning forward on the railing and step your legs apart. You look over your shoulder at him, then lift up the back of your dress, revealing your naked bum.

“Oh hoh hoh, Kitten,” his hands are on you, one on your ass and one cupping your breast, his mouth kissing, sucking biting your neck. His growing cock rubbing on your bare cheek. His shorts and undies fall to the ground.

His hand slips down your front, between your legs, feeling your soft lips. He presses on either side, making your moist inner lips push out. He milks your lips, going wide and pressing deep, then pushing them together while he pulls away. It makes you suck in breath and breathe out shakily.

“How ready for me are you?” he asks, easily sliding a finger between your lips. ”Oh my, quite.”

He pulls away his finger glistening with moisture and brings it to his mouth. You watch him suck your juices off his finger from the corner of your eye. Twisting, you reach up and pull him down to your mouth. Your tongue flicking on his lip, tasting the slightly salty remnants of you there.

Both of his hands reach down to pull your cheeks apart. His now hard cock slides between your legs, along the line of wetness he created when he pinched your lips. His velvety soft tip feels exquisite along your smooth labia. Luckily you had just got waxed a couple days ago.

You seep more. He slides more. You moan softly. He quietly groans in the back of his throat. He slides his arms under yours, fingers playing with your stiffening nipples.

“Do you want me fuck you Kitten?” he growls in your ear, “out here in broad daylight, with your dress still on?”

“Oh gods yes,” you moan quietly.

You tip your hips just enough to slide him into you on the next thrust. From behind he feels even bigger than usual and the angle hits you just right inside.

Buried deep in you, he laughs low and grips tight to your shoulders from the front. His hips rock back, pulling his cock almost out of you, then thrusts forward, sheathing himself in you again. He hits that spot in you again, making you moan.

Suddenly you hear voices. You both freeze, trying to figure out where it’s coming from. It sounds like from below. You peek over and see a couple on the slightly larger balcony below you. You motion for Austin to look.

You both peer over, him still inside you. The couple start kissing, after a minute, she drops to her knees as he undoes his fly. Her head bobs forward and backward as she starts sucking his cock. It’s fucking hot. You are mesmerized.

“Do you want to go inside?” Austin whispers quietly in your ear.

You shake your head, no.

“Can you be quiet?” he whispers in your ear, you can hear the smile in his voice.

You just nod.

Slowly, he starts moving in you. Both of you are watching over the balcony.

The man has taken off his shirt, his pants puddled around his ankles. He is moderately muscular. She has added her hand to the stroking of him. He is moaning audibly, hands laced on the back of his neck. You hear “That’s it mama, take it deep, daddy likes your mouth on his cock.” She keeps sucking him, making choking sounds.

You swallow a moan, pressing your lips together.

He stands her up, spit has soaked the front of her blouse. He pulls it off and kneads her big natural breasts. She undoes the bra and he leans down to take her nipples in his mouth. She is beautifully curvy, with long brown hair that falls down her back as he leans her head back, eyes closed, moaning.

Austin’s thrusts become faster.

He is wiggling off her pants. She sits in the balcony chair, her legs over the arms.

“Yeah, you get down there and fuckin’ eat that muff,” she says.

He kneels in front of her and dives into her pussy. She is moaning loudly. “Yeah, get it daddy, tongue-fuck that fuck hole. YES!”

It is so hot watching them fuck with Austin inside you. He starts breathing a little harder in your ear.

You can hear her yelling, “I’m ‘bout to cum daddy, yes, finger me, yes, yes YES!”

You look back down and she has a hold of his hair, grinding her pussy into his face.

“Look at her cumming on his face,” Austin whispers to you, fucking you harder now. Your fingers are rubbing around your clit, you hadn't even realized you were touching yourself.

The man is rising up from his knees, stroking his cock. “Daddy’s gonna fuck that sweet cunt now. You ready for me?”

You feel heat rising from your core

“Oh daddy, give me that big cock.” He does have a big cock, you notice. She is bouncing, slapping her pussy with light smacks as he leans over her. “You are so fucking hot baby,” he guides himself into her and starts fucking her hard, planking on the chair.

You are getting close. Your free hand is clutched in Austin’s hair behind you.

“Watch how he makes her tits bounce,” his low voice quiet in your ear. Austin starts fucking you in earnest, as you flicker across your clit with your fingertips.

“Fucking take it mama, take my cock like a champ. Oh fuck, I’m gonna paint your pussy like a Pollak,” you hear him say.

You hear squelching noises, you aren’t sure if they are yours or hers.

Your chin tilted up to the sky, eyes fluttering, you are so close.

“No baby, “ he gently tilts your head down, “watch them cum,” he whispers.

You open your mouth in a silent O just as you hear her screaming “OOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUCK YEAHHH!!” He pulls out of her and jizzes all over her tits and belly.

Your orgasm mushrooms from your clit and g-spot and ruptures into your chest. Screaming silently, your whole body shakes. Austin is gripping you tightly, trying to hold you up as he slams into you, then leans back and thrusts deep, shaking as he silently pumps his cum into you.

“Fuck mama,” the man says, “ that was good, my little exhibitionist.”

“Yeah, I would love it if someone was actually watching us.” She says as they go inside.

“Should we tell them?” you ask Austin as he is pulling out of you, cum dripping down your leg.

“UM no,” he says firmly, “remember, shy.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I forget that about you.” You kiss him.

“Let’s clean up and go get you a dress. Although you may want to wear some underthings.” He smiles at you and playfully slaps your ass. ….

You guys uber to a fancy French boutique suggested by the concierge, who made an appointment for you. It’s one of those places that they give you drinks and bring clothes for you to try on.

Austin sits down on the viewing couch with his bourbon. The lady running the shop is painfully thin, even for a French lady. She brings a handful of evening dresses. You tried on a couple, but none of them fit right and they made Austin frown and shake his head.

The lady is unzipping the dress for you in the dressing room. She makes a rude comment under her breath in French about how your muscles were too big for her evening wear, but smiles at you in the mirror.

You turn around, mouth open “Excusez-moi?” you say quietly, “oui, je parle francais,“ then louder and in English, “ My body is kick ass and strong. I’m not gonna let you or anyone else body shame me, especially in a language they don’t think I know. Plus that fucking HOT man out there loves this body.”

You grab your sundress off the satin hanger and shoes from the floor. Confidently you walk out of the dressing room in your bra and panties.

“Et peut-être manger quelque chose, dame grincheuse,” you say to her. She just stands there, mouth open in shock.

You stand in front of Austin, and step into your dress. He is frowning, not at your lack of dress, but at what he heard you say in the dressing room.

“Will you please zip me up babe.” You say calmly, although you are fuming inside.

“Of course Kitten,” he throws his drink back, and stands up and zips up your back. “We will go spend our money somewhere else," he says calmly.

You walk out the door, completely ignoring the shop lady as she stutters out half hearted apologies in French.

Down the street, he stops you and hugs you tight. “I’m sorry love, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m ok, I just didn’t expect that, especially in this day and age," you blow out a big breath.

“What did she say?” he asks.

“That I was too big and muscle-y for her dresses but in French with a smile on her face, assuming I wouldn’t know what she was saying.” You say exasperated.

“What did you say to her before we left?”

“I told her to eat something, then called her a cranky lady,” he stares at you, you stare at him. You let out a puff of laughter and you both start laughing.

“You are right though,” he gathers you to him, “I do love your body.”

You try another shop, the man running it was amazing. He knew exactly what you needed and within a ½ hour you had a dress that made Austin’s eyes light up. It was deep sparkly blue, off the shoulder and curve hugging with a thigh slit that showed off your sexy leg. It fit you like a glove.

You told Austin he really didn’t have to pay for it.

“Oh no, I insist.” then in a lower voice, “so if I ruin it later, I won’t feel bad about it.”

He hands his credit card to the man, who pretends not to hear, but winks at you as he runs the card. Austin has the dress sent to the hotel. You decided not to look at the price tag, you didn’t want to know. You thanked him profusely.

“Oh you will thank me just fine later,” he says with a wink.

As you walk down the street you see a big sign that says CLUB X. You are intrigued. You walk right in and find a sex toy store. You are giddy! You love these places!

“I’ve never been brave enough to go to a place like this,” he whispers in your ear.

“Oh babe, these places are fun! People aren’t embarrassed about sex and you can ask all the questions.” You are like a kid in a candy store.

You two wander around together at first, then you separate and end up at the other side of the store.

“Can I help you find anything?” you hear the clerk ask him.

“Yes,” says Austin, ”um, I am wondering about these,” he indicates the display in front of him.

The clerk talks to him as you check out rainbow butt plugs and new clit suction toys. You decide to buy a fully submersible vibe, thinking of the huge tub in the hotel room. The clerk talks you into some water play lube and some toy cleaner, which you needed anyway.

“Just don’t use the silicone waterplay lube directly on the silicone toy, do you need some regular lube for it?” they ask, putting your purchases into a black paper bag.

“I definitely do not,” you look over your shoulder at Austin, who is walking towards you. “He keeps me wet enough pretty much all the time. Now if you have an electrolyte drink for sex….”

You both crack up as Austin comes up behind you and puts his arm around your waist. “Oh, wow, yes I can see why, lucky girl.” the clerk says to you quietly.

“You ready to go? I’m hungry,” he says.

“You two enjoy your purchases!” they say, knowingly, as you walk out hand in hand.

“Did you get something babe” you ask.

Austin just winks at you and walks on in search of food. You shake your head and hurry after him. Boys.

You come across an Argentinian grill called La Bocca Bar and decide to have dinner there. You head to the bathroom as you are waiting for a table.

As you step out the bathroom door, you notice a man do a double take and ask Austin if he is, well, himself. He shyly affirms. You keep back and let him do his thing. You are amazed at how kind he is, taking a picture with the guy and chatting. Shaking his hand as he departs.

Once you are seated and have a drink order in, he says, “See, that wasn’t so bad, He was a really nice guy, recognized me from Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. He’s a Quinten Tarantino fan too.”

You sneakily pay for dinner, you couldn't let Austin pay for EVERYTHING. He gives you a squinty-eyed, pursed-lip look and shakes his head. You just smile big and cute.

Walking hand in hand, you wander through the city’s botanical gardens as the sun sets. The gardens are gorgeous. He is gorgeous. You are fucking gorgeous too! As it gets darker, he pulls you into a dark little alcove behind a tree and plants a long deep kiss on you. His hand slipping down between your legs.

“Oh Kitten, if I were braver I would lift this dress right here and slip inside you,” he whispers into your ear.

“Fuck, be brave baby,” you whisper back, bunching up the fabric in your fist. His fingers, expecting to find the soft material of your panties, finds only your bare skin.

“Oh hohoh,” he breathes out with a curled lip, “you are so dirty, I love it.” He pushes his fingers inside you, “how are you always so damn wet.”

“You.” Your hands are wrapped around his neck, pressing your body close to his to hide this devious act from any wayward eyes.

He captures your mouth with his. Your hips rocking back and forth on his fingers, the knuckle of his thumb sparking against your clit..

“Fuck that feels good baby” you whisper in his ear. “Don’t stop.”

“You gotta be quiet again.” He lets you continue to fuck yourself on his fingers, kissing your mouth.

You can feel the sparks start to catch fire. Your breath comes short and sharp through your nose. His kiss fanning the flames. He pulls his fingers out and just starts flicking your clit with his fingers. It’s just enough to set you off, flames dancing across your nub and into your core. You quietly moan, muted by his mouth. Your hands grip his arms tight, fingers digging into his flesh. Your stomach tightens and shivers run up and down your spine.

He pulls away, both hand and mouth. Your dress drops, hiding your wet thighs. You lean your head on his chest. Recovering your breath.

You hear the crunching of feet on the pathway. You both freeze until the crunching fades. He lets out the breath he was holding.

“Fuck, that was close’ he says.

“Yeah, but thanks for being brave baby.” You lean up and lightly kiss his lips.

“Lets go back to the hotel,” he suggests.

“Yes please, I need a bath,” you declare, remembering your new toy.

“Yes you do, dirty girl” he says low, “and I need more of you.”

You decide to walk back to the hotel across the Good Will Bridge and along the river front walk. He buys ice cream from a street vendor. It is a perfect night.

Back in the room, Austin draws a hot bath. You put your hair up and sink into the freestanding, oversized oval tub. He turns off the lights and slides in behind you, the water rising to cover your tits. You watch the city lights creating contrasting highlights and shadows across your bodies. You cuddle in the hot water as he runs his fingers over your skin.

Once again, it strikes you how blissful this moment is: the feel of him behind you, the lines he is tracing on your arm and shoulder, the eddies of his breath on your neck; the warm water cocooning you both.

Fucking paradise.

You take in an enormous breath, burrow into him, and exhale the most rapturous sigh.

He hugs you tight to him, kissing your temple.

Bliss.

After a few minutes his deep voice rumbles in your ear, “Would you be willing to play a little game with me tomorrow?”

“What are you thinking?” you nuzzle your ear against his lips.

“Well, I am wondering if you’ll let me edge you all day,” he is cupping your breasts in the water.

Immediately you are intrigued, “Oh?”

“Y'know, play with you, get you all hot and bothered but not let you cum. At least not until I say so. I’m curious how you will respond to that,” his hand migrates to your labia, stroking you lightly under the water.

“Well, my demon may eat you alive… but I am game to try.”

“Your demon?” he asks.

“Oh, you have met her,” you smile, “remember that morning when you made me cum and cum and cum?”

Austin nods his head, “Mmm hmm, that was fun .”

“Well, right after I was squatting on your cock and came on your face,“ Austin growls appreciatively behind you pressing his palm into your vulva, “when you told me I needed to be tamed and knocked me down on the bed and I still demanded that you fuck me?”

“Oh yes,” he remembers, “ you had this wild look like I was prey or something.”

“Yeah,” you say a little self-consciously, “ you were. Prey. That was my sex demon. She can get out of hand sometimes. I usually keep her on a short leash, although you tend to bring her out.”

“I seemed to be able to handle her then, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he seems confident, ”and if it comes to that, I will just tie her down on my own short leash.“ He rubs his hand back and forth.

“Oh my, “ the idea and pressure start another warm fire behind your clit. “Ok, on one condition.”

“What’s that Kitten,” he rubs a thumb across your nipple.

“That we don’t start until tomorrow morning,” you sit up, reach behind the tub and grab your new vibrator, “cuz I gotta play in this tub!”

“Alright,” he says, pulling you around for a kiss to seal the deal.

His lips are unfathomably soft, the tip of his tongue tickling your bottom lip. You melt into his chest, momentarily forgetting about the vibrator in your hand. Your lips open, pressing together, creating a seal to one another, tongues rolling across one another before pulling back with slight suction forming into two mouths once again with the tiniest of ingressive clicks.

“God I love kissing you,” you say looking into his eyes, “please don’t ever stop kissing me.”

“As long as it’s within my power Kitten,” he agrees, “That’s one of the first things I loved about you, that first night when you kissed me back. I knew that any woman who could kiss like that…” he shakes his head in memory, “well I knew we would fit well together.”

You acknowledge with a soft “yeah” and nod, kissing him again, longer this time. While kissing you, he takes the vibrator from your hand, and starts rubbing it against your pussy lips under the water. It’s off, but the soft silicone covering and the friction feels good.

Your kiss becomes more passionate, leveraging against the side of the tub with your foot to twist and reach up farther to him.

You can feel his hardening cock trapped in an awkward position between your bodies. You lift away from him a little, allowing space for him to rise behind you. You nestle back down against him, reaching for the vibrator with him. You turn it on to the lowest setting and help him press it to your pubis.

The fingers on his other hand drift down to your opening. There is something about the warm water and the vibrations that just hits different, while his fingers swirling in little circle motions just inside you make it all the more.

Guiding the vibe side to side, you snuggle the end down between your labia up against your clit. A moan slips from your lips as your head falls back against Austin’s shoulder as a spike of pleasure arcs up from the vibe.

Your thumb clicks the vibe up a level. Your hips shimmy against the vibrator and his fingers.

“Oh yeah.” he breathes into your ear, pushing his cock against your shaking body. His fingers start moving faster.

Another spike of pleasure shoots through you, then another. Your pussy clenches and you jolt forward, curling around your core.

“Ohhohohoh” you moan, not exactly an orgasm, but close.

Austin extracts his hand from your crotch and lifts your hips. You grab the edge of the tub, dropping the vibe to stand up. You reach for the water play lube and decide to make a show of it, stand up in the tub and bend over really far, Austin’s hands automatically go to your cheeks, spreading them apart so he can see.

“You have the most beautiful pussy, Kitten,” he says.

Before you can put lube on it, Austin’s tongue is slurping at the water dripping from your labia, reaching forward, teasing your clit.

“God I love licking you,” he says, lips against your labia and mimicking you from earlier, “please don’t ever stop letting me eat your pussy.”

“As long as it is in my power, Mon Roi.” You mimic back.

He pulls your hips towards him and delves into you, licking and sucking. He. Is. So. Talented. You mentally thank any and all previous lovers who taught him and/or provided opportunity for practice. Your ass shakes on his tongue.

He pulls away, rubbing your saliva soaked lips and utters the best five words of the day: “I want to fuck you.”

You spread some of the waterplay lube onto just your opening, in case you want to play with the toy more on your clit.

“Can you get your cock out of the water?” He pushes his hips up and since the water is lower for you not being in it, you can slather his cock in the silicone based lube. You put your feet on the outside of his legs and flip your legs underneath you, pushing your ass back towards him on your knees.

“Oh yeah Kitten, slide down on me, “ he holds his cock as he guides you down, “oh my god that feels good.”

On your knees, facing away from him, you are impaled on his cock. His hands are pushing and pulling on your hips as much as you are bobbing back and forth on him. The lube is a game changer and doesn’t wash away. Water begins to splash back and forth in the tub.

After a few minutes, you decide you feel too detached from him. You rise off him and turn around in the tub.

Lowering down onto his cock again, you take his face in your hands and hungrily kiss him. Squatting on your feet this time, you glide up and down the length of him, taking him deep.

Fuck, it feels phenomenal be kissing him and to have him so deep inside you, to be so joined, connected together as one being in the watery chrysalis that is this tub. The beast with two backs, moving together in the ancient rhythm. Water sloshes up and over the thick side of the cauldron. Whatever magic you are making, it is intense.

He pulls away from your mouth, breathing heavily, forehead to yours, hands on your face. Your hips stop moving on him.

“My god Kitten, I feel so good when I’m with you,” he says, “not just fucking, but anytime I am with you. ”

“I’m so damn lucky to get to be with you baby, you are….. beyond words, “ you say, leaning in to kiss him hard. His ass flexes and thrusts into you. Your hips start up again.

Suddenly the water is rippling as Austin turns on the wand and pushes it towards your clit. You break away from kissing him and lean back to give him space. One hand around your waist, the other holding the vibe hard to your pussy, he kicks it up one, two levels.

“Oh fuck yes,” you moan out, head back.

“Keep going Kitten,” he commands. ”I want to watch you go to pieces on my cock.”

His words fan your flames. You are riding him like a galloping stallion, hard and fast, holding to the side of the tub. His hand keeps the vibe tight against you. Water is splashing everywhere.

Deep below and behind your belly the quickening rises. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth is open, the tip of your tongue flipping back and forth. Suddenly Austin’s wet finger is in your mouth. You suck it, rubbing your tongue vigorously along its length. Your strokes become short and sharp but he is still deep inside you.

“Do it baby, do it,” he says through clenched teeth. He clicks the vibrator up one more level.

The rising erupts over you like lava from your belly. Steam escapes in a full on scream around this finger as you cum. Your back is alternately arching and rounding on his cock. Water swirls, turbulent, around you both.

You are breathing heavily through your nose, humped over him, still sucking his finger.

“I need you out of this tub,” his voice is low and weighty.

You rise off him and he slips out from under you. You collapse into the tub. Getting out, he almost slips on the wet floor. He throws the towel down and turns to help you out. His cock dripping with water and lube in front of you. You look up, it’s gorgeous. Maybe it's the demon in you, but god you love his cock.

He hauls you up onto your feet and helps you get out, reaching down to grab the vibe. He walks you slowly, carefully backwards off the hard, wet floor, wrapping your wet hair around his loose fist.

“Oh Kitten, you got me so fired up,” he is looking you dead in the eye, lust painted all over his face, “making me finger you in public, sloshing up and down on my cock in the tub, the taste of your pussy on my lips.”

Once you hit the carpet, his hand tightens, pulling your head back. Your pussy drenches again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” his lips against your exposed neck, “and when you cum again, cuz you will, I’m not gonna stop, no matter how much you beg me to.”

You shudder in delight at the thought, your demon glinting in your eye. Fuck, you want him. Now.

He pushes you down on the foot of the bed, Your wet hair splays out behind you. The cool night air from the open balcony door turns your skin into gooseflesh.

“Come get me baby, make me beg,” your demon coaxes him on.

Then he is on you with a growl, hands again in your hair. His delicious mouth is on yours, his tongue flicking and playing with yours as he finds his way inside you again.

Your swollen pussy and clit are so sensitive already that you almost cum when he thrusts inside you. You know you are in for it now.

He’s nothing if not honorable and true to his word, starts slamming into you, but with a slow rhythm.

Gripping your hair tight, he stops after each thrust, savoring your moan and your body arching, before slamming in again.

Thrust- Arch- Moan- Pull.

Each stroke is deep and hard.

Each one just a little faster than the last.

Soon he is driving in and out of you with no pause, holding you down by your hair.

You are on the brink of cumming again when he sits back onto his heels and pulls your hips on to his lap. He thrusts the vibe into your hand. You click the button several times and shove it onto your clit. He pushes himself into you and holding on to your hips he continues, dauntless in his quest of ravishing your pussy.

You can feel the heat in your face, rising red. The pulsations on your pussy expand deep into you then explode into particles of pleasure that liquefy in your veins, every cell alight.

Austin keeps fucking you.

You are thrashing on his cock now, handfuls of sheets bunched in your fists.

And he keeps going.

Wordless screams roll from you in time to his thrusts.

He keeps going.

Tears stream out your eyes as your screams turn to sobs of “I can't, no, no, no”.

“Yes yes yes!” he snarls, and he keeps going.

It’s too much, you are flooding him, flooding yourself.

He keeps going.

You are swept away, lost in the erotic pain and pleasure that is the torrent of his pounding dick.

Suddenly, he falls forward on top of you, roaring into your shoulder, thrusting hard, harder, harder into you. You rattle your own teeth with the strength of your shaking under him, clenching down so hard onto his cock.

He lets out a string of profanity, as your pussy milks the cum out of him as you clench and unclench. He is laying on you exhausted, shivering and moaning.

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