The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[yeishia]

I lift the collar out of it's resting place, wrapping it around her neck and clasping it closed. I reach down with a finger to tilt her head up, kissing her firmly, my lips pressed against hers.

My eyes dilate as he approaches me, the final click as he closes the collar around my slender neck is absolute , at least for tonight........

His kiss as always is intoxicating and I have to work for my control, his fantasy must take president to my needs.

Smiling up at him I ask, "my master do you wish to begin our lessons?"

 

[Nessitude]

Smiling up at him I ask, "my master do you wish to begin our lessons?"

I smile back, resting a hand on her cheek "Of course pet, I've been looking forward to it all day" I give her another light kiss, then stand up.

"But first, I'm feeling far too over dressed, standing next to you... I want you to undress me, at least until we are wearing a similar amount of clothing" I wink

 

[monique_minx]

She is a vision, as she was before, a sultry little thing descending the stairs with a scissor of long, shapely legs. To her question there are two replies. The first comes as he extends his hand, reaching for the soft round of a feminine hip. Even in their sparse time together he knows, sensual and sure, that she is certain of his intent. A long, easy stretch of his rough fingers meant to trap her lean body in his grasp, drawing it towards him.

"I've needs." His reply. Blunt, as ever.

But the words unnecessary. The dusky glint in his pale eyes speaks more sharply than he could ever manage.

His fingers close around my hip, my eyes glowing as they stare deeply into his. I search for the desire, the unspoken lust hiding within them. I move near to him as he tugs me over, my drink unnoticed in my outstretched hand. His gruff and base reply leaves me with a soft smirk and I swing my leg out slowly over his lap, easing up until my pelvis rocks against his.

It's not even a sexual motion but more of a seductive, smokey body movement that I straddle him. I want him and I want him to want me. My tongue slips from between my lips and snakes over my upper lip slowly, I lift my drink up and sip from it - my eyes never leave his. Finally I decide to answer when I set my glass to rest against my thigh. My lashes fluttering as I ask him softly.

And what will you be needing from a Minx today sweet Light?

 

[yeishia]

"But first, I'm feeling far too over dressed, standing next to you... I want you to undress me, at least until we are wearing a similar amount of clothing" I wink

Smiling I stand in a single fluid motion; they were my thoughts exactly. With a almost magical efficiency using my teeth and had occasionally my hands I unbuttoned his shirt slipping it from his shoulders.

Blushing prettily I knelt before him and divested him of his pants, using my small sharp teeth to pull down his zipper and pull the fabric from his limbs.

Eyes wide I once again reveal his rampant manhood.

Naked he took my breath away... "Master please lay down upon my bed I would begin our lessons if it pleases you?"

 

[Nessitude]

Naked he took my breath away... "Master please lay down upon my bed I would begin our lesons if it pleases you?"

"It does please me, very much" I smile, stroking her cheek as she kneels before me. I turn away, making my way to her large, soft bed. I lay back on it, relaxing, tilting my head up so I can see my beautiful sub make her way over to me

 

[Light Ice]

His fingers close around my hip, my eyes glowing as they stare deeply into his. I search for the desire, the unspoken lust hiding within them. I move near to him as he tugs me over, my drink unnoticed in my outstretched hand. His gruff and base reply leaves me with a soft smirk and I swing my leg out slowly over his lap, easing up until my pelvis rocks against his.

It's not even a sexual motion but more of a seductive, smokey body movement that I straddle him. I want him and I want him to want me. My tongue slips from between my lips and snakes over my upper lip slowly, I lift my drink up and sip from it - my eyes never leave his. Finally I decide to answer when I set my glass to rest against my thigh. My lashes fluttering as I ask him softly.

And what will you be needing from a Minx today sweet Light?

Many things. Some sweeter than others. The bold and near-violent intensity of them twist and arc through him. His hand lifts, stroking calloused finger along the back of her cheek. Silk beneath his knuckles as he reverses his hand, uses the opposite side to repeat the tenderness of his caress.

She is a tiny thing in his lap. It is not that he is over-large so much as tall. And while he is strong, terribly strong, it is a rangy strength found in compact muscles that hug his rugged frame without bulk. Infact, from his broad shoulders his body forges an almost dramatic taper to his hips. The sharp planes and angles wholly masculine, accented by the sports coat and slacks. The navy of his under-shirt.

He won't rush through one to get to another. And so he leans, finds her lips with his, and paints them with the faintest of affections.

"Company, Minx. The soft red of your hair twined in my fingers and the soft curves of your shape close to mine. You've deft fingers, little one. Can they work a knot out of a man's shoulders?"

 

[yeishia]

"It does please me, very much" I smile, stroking her cheek as she kneels before me. I turn away, making my way to her large, soft bed. I lay back on it, relaxing, tilting my head up so I can see my beautiful sub make her way over to me

I follow him to my bed and sit upon it edge.

"Master I very much want you to know how it feels to give oneself over to another, to trust absolutely."

As I speak I trail one hand lazily along his stomach. "Will you trust me this night please Sir?"

 

[Nessitude]

As I speak I trail one hand lazily along his stomach. "Will you trust me this night please Sir?"

I squirm a little, ticklish, smiling. "Of course pet, I trust you. I want to learn whatever I need to learn to be a good Master, so I trust that you'll give me the knowledge I need."

I feel my manhood rising as I look at her delicate body in the dim light, sitting on the bed so close. I could have her right now if I chose, but instead I want to wait and see where this goes

 

[monique_minx]

Many things. Some sweeter than others. The bold and near-violent intensity of them twist and arc through him. His hand lifts, stroking calloused finger along the back of her cheek. Silk beneath his knuckles as he reverses his hand, uses the opposite side to repeat the tenderness of his caress.

She is a tiny thing in his lap. It is not that he is over-large so much as tall. And while he is strong, terribly strong, it is a rangy strength found in compact muscles that hug his rugged frame without bulk. Infact, from his broad shoulders his body forges an almost dramatic taper to his hips. The sharp planes and angles wholly masculine, accented by the sports coat and slacks. The navy of his under-shirt.

He won't rush through one to get to another. And so he leans, finds her lips with his, and paints them with the faintest of affections.

"Company, Minx. The soft red of your hair twined in my fingers and the soft curves of your shape close to mine. You've deft fingers, little one. Can they work a knot out of a man's shoulders?"

It's a struggle not to close my eyes as his hand reaches for my cheek, rough digits stroking my soft skin with a gentleness that belies his masculine exterior. I swallow as he switches sides and reverses his hand, my lids waver with relaxation.

The tiny, sheer lilac skirt of my outfit tickles my upper thighs as though itching at me to be removed. The purple thong beneath it is outlined clearly, I hide nothing from his sight, my nipples press the fabric of my braless chest, hard and wanton.

My breath catches as he comes near, his lips brushing mine ever so lightly and pressing the barest of touches to them. I exhale almost inaudibly, my hips betray my lust with a slight grinding motion, enough to go unnoticed by an onlooker but not by him. I lick my lips, they suddenly feel so dry as he asks a question, a soft yet dazzling smile forms on my ruby coloured mouth. My fingers tapping my thigh and the glass in my hand successively.

They can work just about anything out of a man, Light....

I murmur seductively, sipping my drink and setting it down on the nearest table. I clench my thighs around his legs tightly, lifting my hands to rest on his shoulder.

Feeling tense?

 

[yeishia]

I feel my manhood rising as I look at her delicate body in the dim light, sitting on the bed so close. I could have her right now if I chose, but instead I want to wait and see where this goes[/i]

Smiling I lean over and kiss him gently on the lips.

"Thank you my master"

Deftly I take each of his limbs and secure them to the corners of my bed using soft hand cuffs; he could escape easily if he had a mind to.

I admire my handiwork, a virile male spreadeagled and at my mercy. "Master you could easily escape please imagine you are held with ropes , that you are me, you cannot escape , you must trust the one which has bound you thus....

Before we begin do you have a safe word?

 

[Nessitude]

before we begin do you have a safe word?

I smile, playfully struggling against my restraints "Hmmm a safe word... lets use cat. It will be easy for me to remember"

As I lay there spread eagled, I couldn't help but picture what it would be like with our roles reversed. My sexy pet, bound tight on the bed, spread open for me and all my desires...

 

[yeishia]

As I lay there spread eagled, I couldn't help but picture what it would be like with our roles reversed. My sexy pet, bound tight on the bed, spread open for me and all my desires...

I grin delighted at his response, cat, a predictor I liked!

"Master it is this girls opinion that to be the perfect master one must experience to a degree what it means to to truly be a sub."

Watching for his reaction I unloosed my bra allowing my small but full breasts to spring free of their confines.

"Have you heard of Japanese Cover Clamps?"

 

[Light Ice]

It's a struggle not to close my eyes as his hand reaches for my cheek, rough digits stroking my soft skin with a gentleness that belies his masculine exterior. I swallow as he switches sides and reverses his hand, my lids waver with relaxation.

The tiny, sheer lilac skirt of my outfit tickles my upper thighs as though itching at me to be removed. The purple thong beneath it is outlined clearly, I hide nothing from his sight, my nipples press the fabric of my braless chest, hard and wanton.

My breath catches as he comes near, his lips brushing mine ever so lightly and pressing the barest of touches to them. I exhale almost inaudibly, my hips betray my lust with a slight grinding motion, enough to go unnoticed by an onlooker but not by him. I lick my lips, they suddenly feel so dry as he asks a question, a soft yet dazzling smile forms on my ruby coloured mouth. My fingers tapping my thigh and the glass in my hand successively.

They can work just about anything out of a man, Light....

I murmur seductively, sipping my drink and setting it down on the nearest table. I clench my thighs around his legs tightly, lifting my hands to rest on his shoulder.

Feeling tense?

He doesn't answer. There's no need. Beneath her lean little fingers the muscles along his shoulders are painfully tense, knotted back where the blades reach near his spine. Instead, he lifts his hands and grazes his fingers along the outside of her thighs, tracking the silk of her lean legs up beneath her skirt. The touch is an idle one. A gentle appreciation.

"Take me to Fantasy. Slip out of this. Let me stretch out and enjoy your hands. Is that acceptable?"

 

[Nessitude]

"Have you heard of Japanese Cover Clamps?"

I let my eyes wander over her body as she revealed her beautiful breasts, almost distracting me from her question "Mmm no pet... I have never heard of those, what are they?"

 

[monique_minx]

He doesn't answer. There's no need. Beneath her lean little fingers the muscles along his shoulders are painfully tense, knotted back where the blades reach near his spine. Instead, he lifts his hands and grazes his fingers along the outside of her thighs, tracking the silk of her lean legs up beneath her skirt. The touch is an idle one. A gentle appreciation.

"Take me to Fantasy. Slip out of this. Let me stretch out and enjoy your hands. Is that acceptable?"

I shiver beneath his fingertips as goosebumps crop up in the wake of his hands. I nod quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat as he asks me, I give a breathless...

Yes...

I take his hand from my thigh in a smooth sweep and lift up and back from his lap gracefully. I twist one ankle over the other and spin fluidly, his hand behind me as I lead him to the stairs; allowing him a lewd view of all that lurks beneath the sheer skirt.

The pure white door with gold trimming stands before us and I push it open slowly, biting my lip as I recall the last time this room saw the use of us. I grin a little, that poor door...

I gesture to the room and shut the door quietly behind me before I turn back to him and allow him the lead from this point on.

 

[Light Ice]

It isn't casual. It's practiced. Easy. That steady stride that takes him from the delicious view of her backside to the stunning image of her front and beyond, further into the room then she's managed while his strong hand abandons her own to work off his sports coat and begin with the buttons of his shirt. He speaks even as he undresses, meticulous. Thorough. The shirt subject to a crisp fold, his slacks hung over the back of a nearby chair. The room is a baby-blue and soft-cream lounge, a romantic setting that once again serves a contrast to his attire.

She, on the other hand, in lavender in purple lace. A baby doll, as it were, of more sultry inclinations. Thoughts whirl, clouded in his pale eyes. They're never spoken. Subtle hints lay in every action as he eventually pushes the boxer briefs down his thighs to reveal the proud, mighty length of his erection. It doesn't take much for her to provoke it and there's no attempt to hide it, even as a pearly drop gathers at the crease of the plump crown to hang and eventually fall upon the coverlet.

He lays out along his stomach and folds those large, rough hands beneath the pillow he draws into him for his head.

"There's no clothes allowed tonight, darlin'." A hint of slang. It's got a old-timer's cadence. It betrays years he hasn't yet reached. A stately twenty and six, going on fifty. A body of youth burdened by the fatigue of middle-age. That in-between period that weighs on so many having taken its toll on him.

With that his head cants, blond hair a tussled mess and his cheeks and jawline scruffy and unshaven. There's no hint of hesitation as his eyes rake her frame, soaking up what she parades. It's not a stranger to him now and still her beauty seems a pleasant surprise.

 

[yeishia]

I let my eyes wander over her body as she revealed her beautiful breasts, almost distracting me from her question "Mmm no pet... I have never heard of those, what are they?"

"Allow me to demonstrate,"

That said I reached into my toy box and withdrew a delicate pair of clamps each joined by a delicate silver chain.

Smiling into his eyes I took my nipple between my forefinger and messaged it until it was distended, then I took it in my other hand and pulled it into an impossible length, where upon I snapped on the wicked clamp. I repeated my action with my other nipple. Gritting my teeth at the exquisite sensations the clamps afforded me, I spoke again. " I am thinking you might enjoy."

Moving over closer to the bed I placed a blindfold over his eyes.

'Concentrate, welcome to the world of a submissive."

 

[monique_minx]

It isn't casual. It's practiced. Easy. That steady stride that takes him from the delicious view of her backside to the stunning image of her front and beyond, further into the room then she's managed while his strong hand abandons her own to work off his sports coat and begin with the buttons of his shirt. He speaks even as he undresses, meticulous. Thorough. The shirt subject to a crisp fold, his slacks hung over the back of a nearby chair. The room is a baby-blue and soft-cream lounge, a romantic setting that once again serves a contrast to his attire.

She, on the other hand, in lavender in purple lace. A baby doll, as it were, of more sultry inclinations. Thoughts whirl, clouded in his pale eyes. They're never spoken. Subtle hints lay in every action as he eventually pushes the boxer briefs down his thighs to reveal the proud, mighty length of his erection. It doesn't take much for her to provoke it and there's no attempt to hide it, even as a pearly drop gathers at the crease of the plump crown to hang and eventually fall upon the coverlet.

He lays out along his stomach and folds those large, rough hands beneath the pillow he draws into him for his head.

"There's no clothes allowed tonight, darlin'." A hint of slang. It's got a old-timer's cadence. It betrays years he hasn't yet reached. A stately twenty and six, going on fifty. A body of youth burdened by the fatigue of middle-age. That in-between period that weighs on so many having taken its toll on him.

With that his head cants, blond hair a tussled mess and his cheeks and jawline scruffy and unshaven. There's no hint of hesitation as his eyes rake her frame, soaking up what she parades. It's not a stranger to him now and still her beauty seems a pleasant surprise.

I watch as he undresses, hands sweeping across clothing as he speaks and I suppress a sheepish grin - barely. My own hands move to my back and tug sharply on the tie at the top of my purple garment. It releases with ease and I slip it from my body, placing it on a chair off to the side.

My breasts revealed to his sight entirely as he removes his slacks, I stifle an appreciative groan as his proud erection comes into view and somehow I know it's been caused by me. I slip the sheer skirt from my hips and place it aside as well. My shapely thighs and long legs make me proud, I sink my thumbs into the waistband of my G string. I slide it to my ankles and step out of it as he lays on the bed.

I kick my panties away and saunter over to his side, slipping onto the bed effortlessly. I reach for some of the oil on the bedside table, there's an array of different coloured candles, oil and incense there; this is the Fantasy room after all! I rub some onto my hands to ensure it isn't cold before my palms press against his back.

I work his shoulders first, rubbing hard and with a strength that surpasses my appearance; this is no strange task to me but one I am rarely asked to do around here. I work my hands meticulously, keeping my nails clear while my fingertips dig in and make spidery motions, applying mass pressure. I ask him softly

How's that Sir?

 

[Nessitude]

Moving over closer to the bed I placed a blindfold over his eyes.[/I

'Concentrate, welcome to the world of a submissive."

I shift a little on the bed as the blindfold blocks my vision, making everything a dark inky black. This is a new feeling for me, one I'm not sure I like. I have always preferred to be in control of the situation, but I could allow this.

"I'm ready when you are pet..."

(On hold until later zzzzzz)

 

[Light Ice]

I watch as he undresses, hands sweeping across clothing as he speaks and I suppress a sheepish grin - barely. My own hands move to my back and tug sharply on the tie at the top of my purple garment. It releases with ease and I slip it from my body, placing it on a chair off to the side.

My breasts revealed to his sight entirely as he removes his slacks, I stifle an appreciative groan as his proud erection comes into view and somehow I know it's been caused by me. I slip the sheer skirt from my hips and place it aside as well. My shapely thighs and long legs make me proud, I sink my thumbs into the waistband of my G string. I slide it to my ankles and step out of it as he lays on the bed.

I kick my panties away and saunter over to his side, slipping onto the bed effortlessly. I reach for some of the oil on the bedside table, there's an array of different coloured candles, oil and incense there; this is the Fantasy room after all! I rub some onto my hands to ensure it isn't cold before my palms press against his back.

I work his shoulders first, rubbing hard and with a strength that surpasses my appearance; this is no strange task to me but one I am rarely asked to do around here. I work my hands meticulously, keeping my nails clear while my fingertips dig in and make spidery motions, applying mass pressure. I ask him softly

How's that Sir?

He is a gentler client, he imagines, then those that so commonly frequent here. And still, a part of him is drawn to the knowledge that should he desire, she'd give. She'd let his hand mark her flesh an angry red or paddle her, bind her up and handle her more like a toy then a woman. And he would. He was certain. One night he'd wander in with a chip on his libido, a masculine urge to hurt something pretty and extract the seductive girl's pleasure through pain.

For now, though, her small hands ran along his broad shoulders and further along his spine. Muscles, corded and fit, slowly begin to ease from knots of tension that have clearly taken deep root. The oil gives his skin a warm slickness and turns the soft friction of skin on skin into something more sensual. She glides, rather than pushes, her delicate hands along his rugged frame.

"Straddle me." He answers. Not unkindly.

Infact, there is an appreciation in every action and every word as he lays beneath the nude vixen's attentions. But he wants her weight on him. He wants the warmth between her thighs to melt into his body and give him a wanted awareness of her. All the while, his eyes steal sidelong glances back onto her. Those young breasts proud and firm, nipples tight. Her long hair swept back against lean shoulders.

"And, Minx, if you wish... Don't hesitate to let your hips roll. The feel of your heat against my skin, and you taking pleasure just from being there, is something I want tonight."

 

[monique_minx]

He is a gentler client, he imagines, then those that so commonly frequent here. And still, a part of him is drawn to the knowledge that should he desire, she'd give. She'd let his hand mark her flesh an angry red or paddle her, bind her up and handle her more like a toy then a woman. And he would. He was certain. One night he'd wander in with a chip on his libido, a masculine urge to hurt something pretty and extract the seductive girl's pleasure through pain.

For now, though, her small hands ran along his broad shoulders and further along his spine. Muscles, corded and fit, slowly begin to ease from knots of tension that have clearly taken deep root. The oil gives his skin a warm slickness and turns the soft friction of skin on skin into something more sensual. She glides, rather than pushes, her delicate hands along his rugged frame.

"Straddle me." He answers. Not unkindly.

Infact, there is an appreciation in every action and every word as he lays beneath the nude vixen's attentions. But he wants her weight on him. He wants the warmth between her thighs to melt into his body and give him a wanted awareness of her. All the while, his eyes steal sidelong glances back onto her. Those young breasts proud and firm, nipples tight. Her long hair swept back against lean shoulders.

"And, Minx, if you wish... Don't hesitate to let your hips roll. The feel of your heat against my skin, and you taking pleasure just from being there, is something I want tonight."

He tells me to straddle him and he doesn't have to say so twice, I have an ache between my legs that could kill a horse! I lift my leg up and fold it as my body weight shifts, I rest it on the mattress and it crumbles beneath my weight. My pelvis now rests on the top of his ass, my thighs tightly clenched at his sides while I continue the massage; reaching up to the top of his back.

The pressure of the massage and the movement speed makes my breasts sway and my lower body rub and vibrate against his. I bite my lip, not such a good idea for relief so much as serving another's purpose to tempt me further. I lift my hand up and brush my scarlet waves back as they drip to my front.

I shiver a little as he tells me I may let my hips roll, if he's not careful, I could very well explode simply grinding against him. I mumble nervously

Yes Sir

My fingers splay out and start to work lower, my hands shifting to dig the bottom of my palm into his back every so often. I add more oil here and there as needed and continue the same spot until the oil is rubbed in completely.

My hips roll subconsciously anyway, they attempt to alleviate and sate the need built at the apex of my legs all at once. I lick my lips and ask myself silently why I like this, the small things...sure the big things are fantastic and I'd not live without them, there's no way I could get anywhere. But the little things make up a good deal as well. Why?

I like the idea of being an object, that's all a whore is after all. A sexual tool. Something to fuck and be sucked by and thrown away. Something that can be faceless should you choose it to be. I rub his back a little harder, squirming against him. I like all facets of sexual objectification, I know this now more than ever. I love my job. Fingers pulse against his rib cage.

I could talk to him, I could say something but what? And would it matter? Rubbing harder, faster, more vigorously. I know I don't care, I want his pleasure more than mine. Even though the closer I get to my pinnacle, the less I care about his - something to work on. I think to myself with a smirk.

 

[Light Ice]

"I want you to cum whenever it's there for you to," He says suddenly. His eyes sliding open again to look back at her.

The massage is ending. Already. And he rolls with it. The way the oil spills along his back and guides her hands to slip against his skin is delicious. He allows the sheets to embrace him and the oil to run where it will, glistening, sweet-smelling. It's far and away compared to the little minx grinding herself down on him, masturbating her delicious little slit against his back. Even here, like this, he can feel the tiny bud of her clit when she arcs down firmly.

"Because tonight," he begins. Suddenly turning, rolling beneath her thighs until she is straddling the hard planes of his stomach. Her hands now splay against his chest. He looks up through the mess of her red hair, silken strands partially concealing the elegant lines of her face. Even then he's moving, taking the oil in his hands, gliding it up her skin until they are both bound in an oil tangle of soft skin and heat.

"I want you to meet my eyes each and every time your body finds that peak."

 

[monique_minx]

"I want you to cum whenever it's there for you to," He says suddenly. His eyes sliding open again to look back at her.

The massage is ending. Already. And he rolls with it. The way the oil spills along his back and guides her hands to slip against his skin is delicious. He allows the sheets to embrace him and the oil to run where it will, glistening, sweet-smelling. It's far and away compared to the little minx grinding herself down on him, masturbating her delicious little slit against his back. Even here, like this, he can feel the tiny bud of her clit when she arcs down firmly.

"Because tonight," he begins. Suddenly turning, rolling beneath her thighs until she is straddling the hard planes of his stomach. Her hands now splay against his chest. He looks up through the mess of her red hair, silken strands partially concealing the elegant lines of her face. Even then he's moving, taking the oil in his hands, gliding it up her skin until they are both bound in an oil tangle of soft skin and heat.

"I want you to meet my eyes each and every time your body finds that peak."

He rolled and my hands slip with him, my body lifting up with a gasp as I settle on his muscular abdomen. I blush a little as I feel the juices welling up between my legs, I pray I don't leave a wet spot on his stomach. I nod my understanding and bite my lip nervously, I never get to cum as I wish anymore and I haven't cum in days so the order is enticing beyond belief.

Yes Sir

I breathe out and shake the hair from my face, slipping my hands over his chest as he covers my skin in oil as well. My eyes plead as my ass lifts up, I just want to impale myself on him so fucking badly but he's the client and I have to wait for what he wants...still the temptation! I lean down and bite his throat gently, asking for what I want in silence.

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[Leopald]

Its a quiet and lazy Sunday, and he opts for slightly more casual attire than his usual black suit and tie. Instead, he's sporting a smooth red button-up and khakis, as he strolls into the bar. Even his post-shower shave was skipped for today, and the early signs of scruff are telling of the fact. He grabs himself an amber lager from the bar fridge, the bottle prespiring almost immediately in the warmer summer air. Then he scoops up a napkin, pops the bottlecap on the metal edge of the bartop, and lounges in one of the plush chairs off to the side. Maybe some people would happen by, and he was the only one around to greet.

The first sip was always the best.

 

[monique_minx]

I wander down the stairs, carrying my dress so that it stays off the ground. My heels tapping loudly in the empty room as I make my descent and head straight for the bar, ignoring all else and reaching for the midori; determined to finish the drink I started yesterday and cursing the unfortunate circumstances that ceased the scene. Once I pour the lemonade in and twirl around, I notice Leo and smile, waving my fingers as I settle on the bar stool.

Comfy there?

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