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I'd like to come, very much....
But I have nothing to wear.....
falls out of a closet
whoa...how the hell did I end up in there?
waitwhat?
giggles and prances after
Finds the treats...picks up a single jellybean...
OOPS!
as it drops to the floor...fishing around under the table, fingers encircling a pretty ankle
delicate fingers are surprisingly strong
Oooo! What haz I have founded??
OW!
OW!
dives under the table
I CAN HAZ!
giggles, tonguetip lapping at nosetip...then nipping at naughty finger
Oh yeah?
scoops a dollop of frosting, depositing it along little Dream's collarbone...then licks it up, nibbling along the way
Well, now, you've made a mess, haven't you?
The tiniest of smiles
Well, I think there's only one appropriate person, don't you?
fingernail running along the pretty girl's lips
fingers moving into the girl's long, soft hair...nails lightly scraping along scalp...holding her to me
Good girl...
Gives the hair a bit of a yank...pulling the girl's head back, letting me stare down into her eyes...tilting my head a bit, with a smile...
I suppose thats all a matter of perspective now isn't it?
And you mine, little one...
whipfast hand finding a slender throat...fingers splayed along it, not QUITE squeezing...just hinting at pressure, at force...faces very close...breathing ragged with hunger
I arrive at a big wooden door and push it slowly open, the smell was immediate; old stale, it smelled of death. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stepped inside...
I peered into the semi darkness, just a single candle burned here, ohhhh the witch was good this seemed very very real.
Soft music began to play and I began to dance...slowly as if I were entranced, hips moving, belly inviting, arms beckoning to whatever inhabited the decaying room.
"Come dance'" I softly whisper...
"Come dance."
*Somehow the awkwardness of the high heels leaves me as I seem to glide forward as if not walking at all. Entwined in the movements of the dance, it is almost as if our movements echo our costumes. She is all grace, sultry rhythms, swaying, sexy. I am flopsy, prancing, playful. It is not my intention to be so......It is the room.*
Grinning at a Witchling.
I figured since I just watched Catwoman the other day...AND I am the token mulatto that could possibly pull this off at this time...
Well...
Glancing down at myself before returning honey brown gaze to her flushed face...
I figured it wouldn't go amiss...
(and it's what I wore to the strip club in the RW last evening)
Two steps closer, small hand reaching to caress belly before drifting upward to caress pretty chin...hand tangles in hair and tugs...so that warm lips can brush a kiss there...and there...and there....
How are you, pretty?