08-21-2008, 01:30 AM
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Table by Tammi!
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Ohman, so very. xD I wish we could make post-accompanying musical tracks. I want some 80's porno music.
But oh, not so quickly, not so simply. As the drugs ebbed into the periphery of her heavy-locked stare, Poe rested her weight into the broad hand that pleaded against her lower back, belying the noisy thuds of her heart, the quick pulse drumming out a beat under golden hands. She would hold out on him, tease him with hips and hands and gritty words before succumbing to growing desires. This encounter was a game, a test of the endurance of reality bleeding into intoxication into other-worldliness. Like a bold little kid in a candy shop, Poe played an indulged, like a drugged up game of sexual trick-or-treat that only became more fervent and greedy as the sugar high built up and up. Until it was all too far and she could only dive off right off the edge, leaving a trail brilliant, colourful shapes beating out shapes and breaths in her wake, and leaving her melted against the couch cushions that she had come to perch on in the beginning.
Broad pupils and soft curves, Poe lay in a crumpled pile of billowed dress and dirty pillows, absolutely content in any and all respects as her eyes wandered, followed the trails that she could have sworn she had sent into the blue sky. Her legs were folded up, resting along the side of Anslem's closest thigh, while her arms stretched and splayed out to her side and over her head. A few slow, steady bows of her eyelids counted out a deep breath, in and out, before resting shut for a mirrored length.
In a tower of steel Nature forges a deal To raise wonderful hell
Sex, drugs--all they needed was a bit of rock and roll to make this sunny, unassuming afternoon ridden with rockstar indulgence and sin. It was just the kind of recklessness that she craved right then, increasingly so in the presence of this unnamed stranger. He could have been the devil himself for all of her best guesses, offering her an escapes from the predicament that had kept her sullen and sleepless the night before, and perhaps that was what she would take from him regardless of who he truly was or what he actually offered.But oh, not so quickly, not so simply. As the drugs ebbed into the periphery of her heavy-locked stare, Poe rested her weight into the broad hand that pleaded against her lower back, belying the noisy thuds of her heart, the quick pulse drumming out a beat under golden hands. She would hold out on him, tease him with hips and hands and gritty words before succumbing to growing desires. This encounter was a game, a test of the endurance of reality bleeding into intoxication into other-worldliness. Like a bold little kid in a candy shop, Poe played an indulged, like a drugged up game of sexual trick-or-treat that only became more fervent and greedy as the sugar high built up and up. Until it was all too far and she could only dive off right off the edge, leaving a trail brilliant, colourful shapes beating out shapes and breaths in her wake, and leaving her melted against the couch cushions that she had come to perch on in the beginning.
Broad pupils and soft curves, Poe lay in a crumpled pile of billowed dress and dirty pillows, absolutely content in any and all respects as her eyes wandered, followed the trails that she could have sworn she had sent into the blue sky. Her legs were folded up, resting along the side of Anslem's closest thigh, while her arms stretched and splayed out to her side and over her head. A few slow, steady bows of her eyelids counted out a deep breath, in and out, before resting shut for a mirrored length.
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