Perplexia's Pool Palace

[Annisthyrienne]

*Making my way quietly to my own room, peeking in on my way past Plexi's room and breathing deep of the scent of sex and depravity, chuckling knowingly.* I'm sure glad they used her room and not mine. I'd have to sleep in the wet spot! *Continuing on to my own room, I strip off my clothes and slip into bed, stretching cat-like in luxuriant self indulgence before curling down under the covers, my eyes closing as my cheek nestles a comfortable spot in the pillow.* Good night, Litworld Denizens.

 

[Britwitch]

The witch comes up from the dungeon for a quick swim, she needs to wake herself up ready for the day ahead and the cool blue waters have been calling.
With a smooth dive, she enters the water and starts to swim lengths, body cutting through the water,sending ripples dancing across the pool's surface.
All is quiet, as it should be after last night, she thinks with a grin.

 

[Britwitch]

The witch pulls herself up out of the water and after pausing to dry herself off a little with a towel, putting it into the basket to be laundered, she pads back down the Dungeon, leaving wet footprints on the tiled floor, the only sign that anyone had been there at all...

 

[Britwitch]

Skips into the pool area, making short work of shimmying out of her clothes and easing onto a lounger on her stomach before covering herself up with a large fluffy towel and waiting, with a smile

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Skips into the pool area, making short work of shimmying out of her clothes and easing onto a lounger on her stomach before covering herself up with a large fluffy towel and waiting, with a smile

Walking in wearing a large and loose set of trunks. Holding a bottle of massage oil and Gently warming a small puddle of wildflower scents.

Thighs I said right? But I think here is the better spot to start.

Gently working fingers into your lower back with a soft but insistent push. Starting at the spine and slowly working out in circles. Easing all the tension that comes from carrying such a heavy burden upon your shoulders each day.

 

[Britwitch]

Walking in wearing a large and loose set of trunks. Holding a bottle of massage oil and Gently warming a small puddle of wildflower scents.

Thighs I said right? But I think here is the better spot to start.

Gently working fingers into your lower back with a soft but insistent push. Starting at the spine and slowly working out in circles. Easing all the tension that comes from carrying such a heavy burden upon your shoulders each day.

sighs heavily, feeling tensions and strains virtually melting beneath your touch

Ooooh, that feels nice...that feels very nice...

The scent of the oil is delightful, gently stimulating the sense as your hands stimulate my muscles.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Well I know that it's a heavy load. Sometimes you just deserve to get pampered."

The obliques, always stiff, and with stiff thumbs working the curve of your back just before that hidden bottom. Rolling up towards those supple swells, of soft flesh, and back down as my hands grip tightly onto your hips, and then gently begin to work lower, Trailing just under the tower, pulling it that tiny bit to give me the barest hint of a cleavage from a spectacular bum.

And smiling like a gentleman once I have reached the kneecap out side of your thighs, I return and pull it gently back up to cover you one more time.

"Just gently if you would."

With a small extra towel draped between your legs, and with care as I gently lift a leg and push my hands through the silky flesh of your inner thighs.

"Spread for me please."

 

[Britwitch]

It feels like every bone in my body is turning slowly into mush. Every rub, every push of fingers into flesh makes my sighs that little bit longer. My eyes drift shut as I let myself slip into the delicious sense of relaxation.

Your hands drift lower towards my rear and my cheeks pink a little against my forearms, not that there's any need, your hands stop well before reaching anything too risque. Not sure if the blushing is now frustration or relief.

"Of course..."

Comes the slightly muffled reply as my thighs spread and allow you the access you need.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Both hands scratch down the smooth flesh softly. Not therapeutic. But certainly fun. For a moment I wonder at removing that little towel, and peeking, but that would smack of impropriety. I wonder if it would get me smacked too.

But I behave, after my fun, and squeeze gentle at first, and then tense. Deeper into sore quadriceps. Massaging the stiff muscles deep in your gorgeous thighs. Fingers tightening and thumbs rolling. Up and down, from knee to hip, and gently teasing sweeter flesh.

"Not wearing anything underneath are you. Naughty witch."

Making my final passes down your legs and to your feet. Holding each one separate to work fingers into your heel, and rub firmly, bringing my knuckles in to grind the old hurts away. Fingers to smooth your arch, and help your foot curve, a gentle little bite at the blade of your foot, to be playful, and rolling thumbs across the sole and ball of the foot. Until finally your lower body is slick and covered in oil.

I leave just that moment to go bring you a sweet natural brewed tea, Iced, and chilled with Lemon.

"Enjoy, and when you sleep, I'll cover you, and take you back down to your room. Rest easy Miss Witch."

 

[Britwitch]

There is a soft gasp as nails catch on flesh, it's not unpleasant, just a surprise. I try to lay still though as hands return to their amazing work. My legs are worked over, one at a time, every pass of hands increasing the feeling of calm that is steadily taking over my core.
Another blush, this one a little more obvious, as fingers tease and words reveal their discovery.

"Well, I didn't want to risk hindering your work at all with pesky clothes..."

Comes my attempt at a demure answer. We both know I fail, I don't think either of us cares. The sighs give way to groans as feet are treated to the almost magical touch of your hands. The dregs of tension are steadily forced from my body.

I realise you've left me and that I've almost drifted into dreaming when I suddenly smell the delicious tea in your hands.

"Thank you...that was amazing."

I sit up a little, trying to maintain some sense of decorum by pulling the towel around my body in the process. I sip the tea and a smile curves my lips.

"And this is lovely! Thank you, again."

I smile and sip the tea, letting my eyes drift over the sparkles dancing across the pool. Before long the cup is drained and my eyes feel suddenly heavy. I settle back against the lounger cushions, intending just to rest my eyes but before long, my breathing has slowed and my eyes haven't opened for a long few minutes. Thoroughly relaxed my body has decided here is as good a place as any to sleep.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Staggers in, needing somewhere to plop down after his exercise, sweat pouring from his brow. He falls down on the sink... ...water... He opens the spout over his face, some of it pouring off his chin as he glugs some more down.

Uhh...I need to keep this up year round...3 miles today almost killed me....

Finds himself a bottle of water and drops into a seat, catching his breath for a bit before he heads to take a shower.

 

[dragonrazor]

Hmmmm. It's funny, but a recently watched anime gives me the urge for a vampire/human romance thread.

 

[dragonrazor]

*waits quietly for Plexie to enter so he can poke her*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

* I pad on silent bare feet to the room set aside just for me. Too tired to travel to my own abode, and unwilling to be alone in my remote home, I slip out of my clothes, letting them drop where they are. I'll worry about clean up in the morning. For a moment, I look at my empty bed, the covers turned down on one corner. Then with a shrug, I turn and stumble down the hall to pause in the doorway to Plexi's room.

I know it's her private sanctum. I know I have my own room. I could even slip into Cheska's bed if it wasn't so short that my feet would dangle over the bottom. But something draws me here, to her sleeping form.

Silent steps lead me forward, my head reeling dizzily, and this time it's not just from being blond. My medicine is kicking in hard, making it hard to think, hard to walk, hard to do much of anything except crawl up on her bed and slip under her covers, curling up next to her to spoon as my eyes close to sleep.*

G'night, Plexi.

 

[Perplexia]

* I pad on silent bare feet to the room set aside just for me. Too tired to travel to my own abode, and unwilling to be alone in my remote home, I slip out of my clothes, letting them drop where they are. I'll worry about clean up in the morning. For a moment, I look at my empty bed, the covers turned down on one corner. Then with a shrug, I turn and stumble down the hall to pause in the doorway to Plexi's room.

I know it's her private sanctum. I know I have my own room. I could even slip into Cheska's bed if it wasn't so short that my feet would dangle over the bottom. But something draws me here, to her sleeping form.

Silent steps lead me forward, my head reeling dizzily, and this time it's not just from being blond. My medicine is kicking in hard, making it hard to think, hard to walk, hard to do much of anything except crawl up on her bed and slip under her covers, curling up next to her to spoon as my eyes close to sleep.*

G'night, Plexi.

Oh my sexy Thyrie how I adore you

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

**KNOCK...Knock***

*Slipping in though the pool door.* "Any one home?"

 

[Perplexia]

*Slipping in though the pool door.* "Any one home?"

hey stranger.. wheres my post? lol

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The Dew Drop Inn?

I closed the Dew Drop Inn.

 

[Perplexia]

I closed the Dew Drop Inn.

sorry to hear that

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Poor me!

My last writting partner dropped me.....to me I "Was a good writer just not for her)....I got pissed off.....closed Dew Drop.....

 

[Perplexia]

My last writting partner dropped me.....to me I "Was a good writer just not for her)....I got pissed off.....closed Dew Drop.....

ahh well you have our thread to continue if you want to.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

ok

I'll look for it!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Stumbling my way to Plexi's room to wait for her, intent on warming her bed for when she seeks it. I leave a trail of my clothes, sure that I won't need them anymore. Crawling into her bed, I lay my head on the pillow and seek my sweet oblivion.* Good night, Plexilicious.

 

[Perplexia]

*Stumbling my way to Plexi's room to wait for her, intent on warming her bed for when she seeks it. I leave a trail of my clothes, sure that I won't need them anymore. Crawling into her bed, I lay my head on the pillow and seek my sweet oblivion.* Good night, Plexilicious.

cuddles up w/ my sweetness and holds her tight. Running my hand down her side as i spoon her. Cupping one of her breasts and kissing her soft neck. Goodnight sweetness.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The kitchen was huge and equipped with everything that he needed. And more. The pantry was stacked with goodies. The refrigerators were full of vegetables, fruits, dairy, and all kinds of meat. He hadn't shaved his mustache completely this morning. It would take a few days to fully achieve the required look. The lacy apron went around his waist. He didn't mind even though his eyes rolled once before a light blush swept across his cheeks as his mind wandered for a minute. Clearing his throat, he turned his focus to the job at hand. The residents would be waking up soon. It was his first day. He didn't want to be late. He aimed to create a good impression. She had graciously offered him the job and he was not going to let her down.

The bacon slices disappeared into the oven, placed side by side on a baking sheet. It would be nice and crispy. Potatoes were washed thoroughly and cut, still unpeeled before being thrown on the skillet along with some diced garlic, onions, and bell peppers to be fried to a lovely golden brown color. It would take some time and attention, but they would turn out just as required. Adjusting his hat with one hand, he started preparing for the next dish.

Salt and butter was mixed in boiling water in a heavy saucepan followed by the stone ground grits, while he continuously stirred the mixture, reducing the heat until the grits thickened slightly. This was followed by addition of milk, and then more stirring, making sure there were no lumps. The rest of the milk was added on simmer before the grits were soft and creamy. Pepper added. Topped off with butter. Ready to serve.

The potatoes were ready. So was the bacon as he pulled out the strips from the oven. Four pieces of bread popped out from the toaster and were buttered lightly. The sourdough bread was grilled to perfection. Eggs were cracked and dropped into a bowl, shells thrown away, before being beaten to a pale yellow color. Milk was added along with salt and pepper before he whisked the hell out of it, putting as much air into the mixture as possible. He watched as the butter melted on the pan. He looked around for a spatula. The wooden one would have its use later. A wicked grin formed on his lips. He grabbed the heat resistant rubber one for now. The omelet was cooked to a light brown color, but not as dark as the potatoes, garnished with fresh herbs, and then gently placed between two slices of the sourdough.

Everything was plated. He knew where it was to be delivered. Only two of the residents had ordered breakfast this morning. And he knew they were both in the same room. He wasn't sure what the rest of them wanted. Maybe they were out. Or busy with other things. He would cater to them when necessary. He placed everything on a tray, along with a large pitcher of orange juice, some glasses, and dragged the cart over to Miss Plexi's room.