Sasha's Dream Beach (By Invitation Only)

*turning to my side, arm around your waists and resting my head on your breast, my hair covering my face, curling up just slightly*

I love that idea! My character has been watching yours on TV, following, cheering the hometown star, perhaps slightly jealous, but also glad to be out of the spot light.

Each of the two friends believes that the other one has the kind of life they'd like to have, or at least get a taste of for a time. And their shared past gives them a place to start for their reunion. Maybe my character is playing the state fair or something, and takes a little detour for a little vacation in her hometown.

*Slender fingers stroke your hair away from your face enough to press a kiss to your forehead. Bringing my other arm around to hold you, and lifting one leg to slide my thigh along over the top of yours.*
 
Each of the two friends believes that the other one has the kind of life they'd like to have, or at least get a taste of for a time. And their shared past gives them a place to start for their reunion. Maybe my character is playing the state fair or something, and takes a little detour for a little vacation in her hometown.

*Slender fingers stroke your hair away from your face enough to press a kiss to your forehead. Bringing my other arm around to hold you, and lifting one leg to slide my thigh along over the top of yours.*

*sighing, and closing my eyes again, feeling your warmth, the soft wet sand, the salty water and the sun's rays, feeling absolutely content*

The question is where to they first meet again. Is it a random encounter?
 
*sighing, and closing my eyes again, feeling your warmth, the soft wet sand, the salty water and the sun's rays, feeling absolutely content*

The question is where to they first meet again. Is it a random encounter?

*Holding you, just holding you, in my embrace, feeling how precious a gift it is to have this intimate contact.*

I'm thinking that my character is driving back to her hometown in a rental car in the beginning post. She is remembering her friend on the way, in between cell phone conversations with her agent who is trying to talk her out of taking this break and instead he's trying to schedule her with more appearances. She just played the state fair or some concert venue that is only a couple hours or so from her hometown. She doesn't know is, but her best childhood friend had come to see her perform the night before.

When she reaches her hometown, she stops at a small grocery or diner or something, and her friend spots her there.

The problem I foresee with this approach is that a lot of history will have to be told through memories and flashbacks. We may have to give this some thought together and work it out.
 
*Holding you, just holding you, in my embrace, feeling how precious a gift it is to have this intimate contact.*

I'm thinking that my character is driving back to her hometown in a rental car in the beginning post. She is remembering her friend on the way, in between cell phone conversations with her agent who is trying to talk her out of taking this break and instead he's trying to schedule her with more appearances. She just played the state fair or some concert venue that is only a couple hours or so from her hometown. She doesn't know is, but her best childhood friend had come to see her perform the night before.

When she reaches her hometown, she stops at a small grocery or diner or something, and her friend spots her there.

The problem I foresee with this approach is that a lot of history will have to be told through memories and flashbacks. We may have to give this some thought together and work it out.

True enough. How close were they in high school? How did they part? Was there much thought of the other in the years parted? How many years have passed since seeing each other? EEK!

*buries my face in your breasts, placing soft kisses on them*
 
True enough. How close were they in high school? How did they part? Was there much thought of the other in the years parted? How many years have passed since seeing each other? EEK!

*buries my face in your breasts, placing soft kisses on them*

When I first imagined the story, I thought they would part at about the age where their sexual maturity is beginning to develop, say at the end of middle school, just about to enter high school. Your character develops along the more traditional sexual role, while mine is exposed to big city life, lots of 'other' lifestyles, and develops a more wide ranging, free spirit, experimental kind of sexuality.

*raises an eyebrow* Do you two need me to give you some alone time :D

*Grins*
 
When I first imagined the story, I thought they would part at about the age where their sexual maturity is beginning to develop, say at the end of middle school, just about to enter high school. Your character develops along the more traditional sexual role, while mine is exposed to big city life, lots of 'other' lifestyles, and develops a more wide ranging, free spirit, experimental kind of sexuality.

I love it. I've dated, slept with a boy early in college but found it wasn't that great. Stayed single after that.

*kisses up to your neck, suckling softly*
 
I love it. I've dated, slept with a boy early in college but found it wasn't that great. Stayed single after that.

*kisses up to your neck, suckling softly*

*A slight shiver as the tingle of pleasure races through me, making me squeeze you a little tighter reflexively, a hand going to the back of your head, fingers entwining in your hair, holding those kissing sucking lips to me. My other hand trails a light caress down your side, over the outline of your ribs to the sexy curve of your waist. My hand comes to rest on the flare of your hip, thumb brushing lightly over that warm soft skin between hip and the mound of your sex, one of my favorite places to touch.*

And my character has dated a lot in high school, even had a same sex encounter or two, maybe in college, or at least in her early show business career. But she has no time or room for a serious relationship in her life so far. But now, show business has become kind of tiresome and she longs for a deeper connection with someone. She remembers how close she was with her childhood friend, and finds herself thinking of her a lot.
 
*nibbling right behind your ear, giving a shiver and a moan between little kisses*

And my character has watched every concert, episode of American Idol to see you, thinking of how much you've changed, how beautiful and talented you are, and wishing for a little glamour, feeling small, and country and mousy.
 
*My hand slips over your lower tummy, gliding slowly back up your body mid-line, caressing over your navel, feeling the softness of your skin. A lingering touch there, and then a slight shift upwards, cupping your breast. My fingers draw together in a featherlight convergence over your aureola, plucking the nipple slightly.*

I like how this is coming together. And I love the feelings that are stirring within me. I like stories where I can explore emotional content and development between the characters.
 
*My hand slips over your lower tummy, gliding slowly back up your body mid-line, caressing over your navel, feeling the softness of your skin. A lingering touch there, and then a slight shift upwards, cupping your breast. My fingers draw together in a featherlight convergence over your aureola, plucking the nipple slightly.*

I like how this is coming together. And I love the feelings that are stirring within me. I like stories where I can explore emotional content and development between the characters.

That's also when I'm at my best, though I always ride the line of getting too emotionally involved. I've felt my tummy tighten if the story goes in a bad direction, intended or not.

*moaning a little louder, dragging my lips back to your cheek, then laying my head on your breast again, drawing shapes over them*
 
We can take it slow and talk it through. But already I am feeling the longing that my character feels to be with her friend in a way they never had before. Neither of them realize that's what they want, but they'll figure it out. :heart:

*My lips turn to meet yours, drawing you into a longer, deeper kiss. I lay my palm flat between your breast, wanting to feel your heart beating under my fingers.*
 
Last edited:
(Not sure what happened to my post.)

*My hand glides over soft skin, moving upwards over your tummy. The sexy contours of your navel intrigue me, and a finger circles around it before continuing upwards. Fingers close around and cup your breast, then come together in a featherlight convergence over the aureola, plucking the nipple slightly at the very last.*

I think this idea is coming together nicely. There is still a lot to cover of their past and why they both want to reunite, but we have a good start. I love the feelings that are stirring within me. :heart:

*murmurs, my arms going around you and holding tightly, sucking a small hickey just beside your nipple*

I think it's going to be wonderful. Now I have to think of the right look. I tend to created women who are like myself, but I don't want to do that this time.
 
I agree. The role of a jet setting rising star close to burnout and needing a break for something simpler, more basic is one that will be challenging for me. In real life, I would be the conservative, shy, down home type. But that's what role playing is about, stretching our boundaries.

It's not a bad bit of creativity we've managed tonight. Not too bad for having a terrible headache. :eek:

*A gasped hiss of air, sucked through clenched teeth at the intensity of the sensation, my fingers curling and clenching in your hair, wanting to hold you there, encouraging more.*
 
I agree. The role of a jet setting rising star close to burnout and needing a break for something simpler, more basic is one that will be challenging for me. In real life, I would be the conservative, shy, down home type. But that's what role playing is about, stretching our boundaries.

It's not a bad bit of creativity we've managed tonight. Not too bad for having a terrible headache. :eek:

*A gasped hiss of air, sucked through clenched teeth at the intensity of the sensation, my fingers curling and clenching in your hair, wanting to hold you there, encouraging more.*

*hissing softly and rising up* Headache? *growls softly, and quickly switches position, resting your head on my breasts and admonishing you with a pluck at your nipple*

I let my shyness out here and at home, because out in the real world I cannot be that.
 
*hissing softly and rising up* Headache? *growls softly, and quickly switches position, resting your head on my breasts and admonishing you with a pluck at your nipple*

I let my shyness out here and at home, because out in the real world I cannot be that.

*Turning slightly to take advantage of the new position, my tongue snaking out to wrap around a delicate nipple, pulling it in with a gentle suction. I feel comforted and safe in your gentle embrace. The feelings engendered by your plucking fingers brings a low moan to my lips, transferring the sound via vibration to your nipple.*

Here on Lit, I play. I try to keep it lighthearted. I'm a lot more shy in real life, but independent too.
 
*Turning slightly to take advantage of the new position, my tongue snaking out to wrap around a delicate nipple, pulling it in with a gentle suction. I feel comforted and safe in your gentle embrace. The feelings engendered by your plucking fingers brings a low moan to my lips, transferring the sound via vibration to your nipple.*

Here on Lit, I play. I try to keep it lighthearted. I'm a lot more shy in real life, but independent too.

*drawing you into a tighter embrace, circling your nipple with my fingernail, breathing deeply, feeling a tingle grow through my breast*

I think I could easily be draw out by the right woman, be more forthright if she were shy. I feel I have that in me. Plus an instinct to care for another...
 
*drawing you into a tighter embrace, circling your nipple with my fingernail, breathing deeply, feeling a tingle grow through my breast*

I think I could easily be draw out by the right woman, be more forthright if she were shy. I feel I have that in me. Plus an instinct to care for another...

*Turning to face you more directly, not letting your nipple leave my mouth, My hands move to your waist, then slide around under your bottom, squeezing and clutching.*

We have that last in common. It's hard to know someone we know is hurting isn't it? We just want to help them so bad.
 
*Turning to face you more directly, not letting your nipple leave my mouth, My hands move to your waist, then slide around under your bottom, squeezing and clutching.*

We have that last in common. It's hard to know someone we know is hurting isn't it? We just want to help them so bad.

*leaning over and kissing your forehead, as if it could cure your headache* I wish I could take you to bed with me, so I could hold you until you slept, no long bothered by your pain.

It's bed time for me, sadly, but I thank you so much for a relaxing time.
 
*leaning over and kissing your forehead, as if it could cure your headache* I wish I could take you to bed with me, so I could hold you until you slept, no long bothered by your pain.

It's bed time for me, sadly, but I thank you so much for a relaxing time.

*Kisses you deeply.*

Yes, for me too. Five thirty comes all too soon. And the Motrin is making me sleepy and fuzzy headed. But I did love this time with you. I hope we can do it again when we can spend more time together.
 
*lays down next to Dragon, laying a head on his shoulder* No need to rush the story if you aren't feeling creative. It's okay to just relax.
 
Back
Top