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"No problemo." Hands settled upon her cheeks, allowing her head to rest while she observed the topless boy. Hips playfully swayed from one side to another behind her, concealed thankfully by the back of the couch. "I wonder what else ya haven't unpacked." Once the new tenant was finally dressed Emi rolled off the bed and to her feet! Arms stretched out overhead. It was a pleasant show while it lasted. "Yep! Shall we?" And with that she turned to lead the way out for her apartment! They weren't too far. Room 123 was their ultimate destination. Upon arriving she'd unlock the door and lead the way in, waving for Dorian to ent

Giselle could barely see behind the stacks of papers and art supplies she was carrying in her arms. She rushed to catch the elevator, the jogging she was doing was dangerous for several reasons: her lack of vision, the teetering pile, and the heels she was currently wearing. “Hold the elevator!” She shouted, to whoever had beat her to the door. “Please!” She added, thinking that might sweeten the deal. She gasped when she made it, only to have her items spill over once she was inside. “Oh no!” She cried, bending down immediately, her skirt riding up at the action. “Gosh, it’s gonna take forever for me to carry this up to my apartment.” @

As Serenity continued to wander the grounds of the motel, she kept in the back of her mind her intent to find witnesses. She wouldn't imagine it to be uncommon to find victims of blackmailing right here in the motel, especially considering the discovery she'd made in her room. No doubt, information was being recorded on guests to this museum and she already had a small checklist of people to question. However, she had to be very careful who she spoke with and where. After all, if she revealed all of her cards at once, she could only imagine how quick word would get to Ghost. If that happened, it would be game over for sure. If she was too upf

After being told to stand on the stool, Natia placed her small feet on the block one step at a time. Standing on such a small platform was a little bit scary considering she wasn't in direct control of it, but it wasn't much different than riding on Baellator, and she wasn't nearly as high up. Still, she didn't have anyone to lean on, so the somewhat shaky footing was enough to make her a bit nervous. While she watched Glenda search for the string, she failed to notice the sadness in Rowan's eyes. When she felt his hand stroking her head again, she blushed in embarrassment as she realized that, even while standing on this stool, she was still

It was as if she just knew what Max loved. Dirty. Talk. As much as he doesn't do it he loves to listen to it and even more so from her as her voice strikes down on Max and he suddenly felt a small rush and adrenaline down his length, he could feel his legs starting to fidget as he gripped the sides of the tub and uncontrollably spewing his warm and thick seeds inside her and kissing her again. @Harmony Frost

"Caramel bananas..." Dorian's eyes widened as his brain painted the image and his stomach agreed, "Yeah.. do that, please." he requested, watching Emi get busy cooking. Perhaps he should have offered to help, but as he saw how meticulously she collected all of her ingredients and utensils he figured he probably would have just gotten in her way. Dorian's mind, as it is often prone to, began to meander. Slow, funky jazz began to play in his mind with a smooth saxophone wail over top amidst visions of caramel banana pancakes as Emi began to move in slow motion and then--- He snapped out of his haze as he saw a figure move past him. It

Max laid back in the tub as she rode him and the water beneath them getting warmer as they did it, Max like last time with his back arched and head in the sky as he gasped when she started but he intended on not finishing as fast but due to how tight she was he had a sliver of chance of going on longer, he couldn't handle her walls as it wrapped around his dick, he never knew he could be this hard, and got harder inside her and never knew he'd grow to these lengths, Max to show sort of his dominance placed his hand on Estelle's neck and squeezing but not tightly since he was too focused or too into the pleasure ride he was getting from her.

Location: Village of Ryn’tur. Glenda gave a large smile when Natia seemed agreeable to the kind of dress that she had thought of, “Fantastic, dear. I promise, you will love it!” She beamed, putting her basket of tools down before she disappeared behind the counter and picked up a stool which she brought out front again, putting it down on the floor nearby, “Stand on the stool dear so I can take some measurements.” She said, kneeling down on the floor by her basket and rummaging around it, muttering to herself, “Now where did I put the string…” After a few moments she pulled out a string with evenly placed knots that were clearly meant to

"Bananas? Sure! What, you want em inside? Or on top? I could do some caramel bananas. Or I could just stuff em right in here." Ah yes. Innuendos. The highest form of comedic art, clearly. Regardless of what type he desired they would need to be chopped up, and so after preparing the batter she'd get right to work on that! A couple of bananas were peeled and chopped into coins. Then she set them aside as an ingredient to either add into the pancakes or to top them with! A large skillet pan was set up over a few of the stove's burners to heat up. Butter was carefully applied to allow for a proper non-stick surface. It also helped with

Max had no experience in the love department, well the "making love" department to be more precise, is this how all girls are usually when they open up or was Max just that special? He questioned silently at the back of his mind during the kiss. Max slowly licking her nipples and biting them softly and circling them with the tip of his tongue, teasing her and then sucking on them, he wished the room service came late or never even, so he could have fill of her first before going for breakfast and the beach as planned, Max tracing his fingers from her thighs went for her wet entrance, slowly sticking his finger in and out repeatedly as he kept

Upon hearing Rose's pleading, Anhara frowned and slowly nealed down closer to Rose's ear to whisper into it again. "When I do this, this family won't matter anymore." Anhara gently brushed her finger through Rose's hair again to make sure it was all perfectly lined up. "Do you not believe God is all-powerful? Do you not believe there is a greater purpose in all of this? Perhaps a lesson to be learned, or an obstacle for you to climb in order to discover yourself for who He really created you to be~? You think this is wrong because it doesn't fit in your narrow understanding of the world. You're no different than all the mindless cattle on the

Dorian followed Emi out of his apartment and into the hallway, which didn't seem as imposing this morning as it had the previous night. His eyes couldn't help but wander and check her out as she walked ahead of him. It wasn't too far away to their place as he followed her in. Their place seemed relatively simple and efficient and no sign of a nude roommate so far. Emi had promptly entered the kitchen and began preparing. Dorian stood awkwardly for a moment before taking a seat at the dining room table. He thought for a moment when she asked him a question, "Hm.. do you have any.. bananas?" he chuckled, at hearing how strange that so

Oddly, passing her arm through his reduced his nerves. She clearly had decided she was comfortable around him. That made me smile despite himself. "Disaffected photographer. I'm hoping to become a journalist but finding work that pays and is for anything other than fringe, partisan publications is difficult. I'm faced with that classic dilemma of every job needing experience but needing a job to get said experience. But I'm not giving up on that dream. Sooner or later, as long as I keep trying, something will come up." He looked at her as they reached the elevator. "What is it you do?" @Harmony Frost

Divine? Mmm....well he certainly knew how to flatter a woman. That was different from what most men would say. “Thanks Grant,” making up her mind and linking her arm through his. She may have been nervous earlier about going for drinks with a stranger, but Grant was a nice guy. She could tell. And she had mace in her purse. “So tell me what you do? I want to get the small talk out of the way,” Giselle remarked. “I thought I saw a camera bag with you earlier?” @MarshallWalker

Grant's heart caught in his throat as he saw her. He was stunned by her beauty, and her attire. His eyes went from neckline to stockings and back again. He regained his composure. "Oh, you are quite special, I can tell already." His cheeks flushed as she walked past him. He was already getting excited. "You look simply divine." He almost didn't want to take her out and instead just bring her back to his apartment. @Harmony Frost

At the knock she grinned, a small thrill shooting through her body. She opened the door and licked her lips, drinking in his appearance. “You clean up nice,” Giselle smirked, catching a whiff of his cologne. God, he smelled good. “You’re on time too. I like that. Well I’m ready. First round’s on you,” she giggled, grabbing her bag and heading out the door. “So do you always have drinks with strangers or am I special?” She asked, half-kidding. @MarshallWalker

"Sorry for the wait.." Dorian apologized as he looked through some of the various boxes he had scattered around. "Guess I haven't unpacked all my clothes yet." After finally finding the box where he stashed all his shirts, he pondered for a moment which to wear, though it was mainly an exercise in futility considering a majority of them were black t-shirts with a band logo. Figuring it didn't really matter, he just grabbed a random one and threw it on. Taking a moment to evaluate everything, he turned back to Emi whom had been watching him from the couch. "Er... we done in here, then?"

By 7:57, Grant was already in front of Giselle's door. He left the three buttons of his black dress shirt undone. He sported a dark great suit that hung off his slim figure. He hoped that his cologne wasn't too strong. He took a deep breath. "Nothing to it," he whispered to himself. He knocked twice. @Harmony Frost

“8 o’clock sounds perfect. Gives me enough time to get ready. Thanks again Grant,” she smirked walking him to the door. She had a good feeling about him and if he met up to her expectations, they could have a lot of fun. Later. She was more than ready for some relief. It’s been years actually. After her horrible relationship her freshman year, she swore off me. Temporarily at least. But if nothing happened, she wouldn’t mind getting to know her neighbors. The hours seemed to fly by. She truly didn’t know what exactly she was anticipating. But as Giselle pulled on her tight, red dress, she knew she was at least dressed up for a good time.

Her grin made him cock an eyebrow. Something about her is different, he thought. That excited him. Helooked forward to getting the scoop on this one. "I could make that happen. How does 8 o'clock sound?" @Harmony Frost

“Drinks?” She echoes, sizing him up. He looked sweet, docile even like those boring men her friends set her up with. But then she noticed it, that glint of mischief. Giselle grinned, “Okay, that sounds like fun. I honestly could use the company too. Are you busy tonight?” She asked, wondering if she was being too forward. But then again she could use her gratefulness for his help as an excuse. “I could be persuaded to come out after I finish my lesson plans.” @MarshallWalker

Grant eyed her apartment with the same admiration he had for her curves. "It's no trouble at all, Giselle," he replied, finally meeting her eyes. Her smile make him tingle a little. A blush crept into his cheeks. "If you ever want to talk about what's stressing you out, I'd be happy to meet you for a drink sometime. I don't have a lot of friends in the area so I could use the company." His eyes had a hint of mischief behind them but he was otherwise courtly and sweet. @Harmony Frost

4th floor. It was a wonder that she hadn’t seen him before. “Haha, Yes, I’m sure I need to walk too,” she replied purposely switching her hips as she led him to her place. Giselle smirked once she reached her apartment, fumbling with her keys briefly before opening the door. “Just set the stuff on the dining room table,” she directed, doing the same. Her home was neat and tidy. Mostly white furniture, accented with pastel pinks, blues and greens. She had big, fluffy pillows on her couch and a frilly one in the shape of a flower. “This really means a lot. I’ve been so stressed out lately. I really can’t thank you enough,” she turned to him smi

“Grant....” Giselle purred, as if tasting his name on her tongue. When he offered to help her to her apartment her eyes lit up. “Oh thank you, that’ll be great. I’m up on floor 3,” she answered, thinking it was pretty safe at Ecchi Apartments and he seemed like a nice young man. “Where do you stay? I hope I’m not making you go too far out of your way,” she added gently. @MarshallWalker

"A pleasure. I'm Grant." He picked up the remaining items. Canvas, a miniature easel, brushes. As he gathered them up, he took her in. She was hauntingly beautiful, with a voluptuous figure that could only be the result of taking excellent care of herself. His eyes lingered on her frame before he met hers again. "Here, I can give you a hand. What floor are you on?" He shouldered his camera bag and moved to press the keypad by the doors. @Harmony Frost

Natia nodded at Glenda's acknowledgment but didn't say much more to contribute. Still, Glenda went on to talk about what she would do to the ones who hurt her, which only caused her to smile and giggle slightly. It was surprising not to hear an immediate threat of violence. She simply wanted to scold them. Natia really appreciated that and even looked up to make eye contact as she felt Glenda's finger gently brush her cheek. She smiled, slightly amused when Glenda called her a child. She giggled softly, wanting to correct her, but now didn't seem like a good time as Glenda quickly changed the subject back to their service. It did occur to her

His piercing blue eyes made her gasp. Such a handsome man, sweet too. “Almost. I’m a preschool teacher. These are for my kids,” she explained, gathering her stuff. “Thanks for your help. And for holding the elevator. It’s been a hassle trying to carry all of these around from my car. I shudder to think about how I’ll make it to my apartment door. Especially if this falls again. My name’s Giselle by the way,” she smiled, taking the things he handed her and adding it to the pile. @MarshallWalker

Oh my. Steamy. With such a quick shower Emi repeatedly was forced to clear away her glasses. But once Dorian exited she was treated to a fine show. She almost whistled in approval! However she was able to just hold herself back. Legs pressed together, squeezing in glee at the thoughts that came to mind. But she didn't want to keep all the fun to herself! Besides, once the boxers were on the show was essentially mostly over. And so she crept away, flopping onto the man's couch to await his return. When she heard him exit Emi sat up on her knees, peeking up over the back of the man's couch. "Oooh. Nice. A show."