Welcome to Hell.

[DariusD]

Even more color rose to pale cheeks at the thought of him just so... More so as stuttered giggles poured forth more poses to her minds eye .

Mr Clean?

Captain Jack Sparrow?







Oh... boy... Eventually I'd like to get off this floor.

Not bald.

Think more along these lines.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

First there is a scent~ sandalwood, vanilla, a touch of musk and fur.

Next, there is a sound~low giggles, the click of heels the throb of a heartbeat.

Finally, there is an appearance~

she's here~in the shadows.

Watching as the kitty and the tall man, in pink no less, banter back and forth.

A small hand cradles a shot glass filled with Stoli.

A white smile which gleams from the depths of the dark corner.

 

[Nina327]

Not bald.

Think more along these lines.

-snorts-

-Eyes close and she takes a moment to compose herself-

-The visual, well it worked-

-She rose to her feet and was engulfed in flames, vanishing and returning a time later almost exactly the same way she was before she left with the exception of the threat to her bladder-

-She crossed back to the bar watching the pale skin of her legs flash through midnight black fabric fluttering around them.-


Thank you for that. Do I now have a good reference of your hair then?

-This time she chose to take a seat at the bar and hopped up in one only to remind herself she really should have the whole bar shortened to suit her instead of taller patrons-

 

[DariusD]

-snorts-

-Eyes close and she takes a moment to compose herself-

-The visual, well it worked-

-She rose to her feet and was engulfed in flames, vanishing and returning a time later almost exactly the same way she was before she left with the exception of the threat to her bladder-

-She crossed back to the bar watching the pale skin of her legs flash through midnight black fabric fluttering around them.-


Thank you for that. Do I now have a good reference of your hair then?

-This time she chose to take a seat at the bar and hopped up in one only to remind herself she really should have the whole bar shortened to suit her instead of taller patrons-

The man snorts, an amused but dismissive sound.

Absolutely not. Muscular men who don't look like Fabio don't rock long hair well most of the time. I prefer to keep mine just enough to look unruly and rakish when I exit the shower or bed.

Sensing a new presence, or perhaps a renewed one, in the room, the man made an acknowledging nod in that direction. He was gradually coming to realize that he felt a sense of slight anticipation whenever both women were in the room together. Not unlike fireworks, still sheathed, near a lighter.

 

[Nina327]

The man snorts, an amused but dismissive sound.

Absolutely not. Muscular men who don't look like Fabio don't rock long hair well most of the time. I prefer to keep mine just enough to look unruly and rakish when I exit the shower or bed.

Sensing a new presence, or perhaps a renewed one, in the room, the man made an acknowledging nod in that direction. He was gradually coming to realize that he felt a sense of slight anticipation whenever both women were in the room together. Not unlike fireworks, still sheathed, near a lighter.

-Grinning deeply she turned back to him-

You said that just so I would imagine you naked.

Eyes him from head to toe doing just that.

Tall dark and naked... Just the way I like them.

 

[DariusD]

: smirks, clearly amused:

 

[Nina327]

Wonder what else would make you smirk like that other than a woman in a silk bath robe imagining you naked.

 

[DariusD]

Wonder what else would make you smirk like that other than a woman in a silk bath robe imagining you naked.

He claps both hands together, then smiles an eager - albeit wicked - smile.

This sounds like a great opening for Truth or Dare! Keep wondering and you'll have a mound of excellent questions, when the time comes.

 

[Nina327]

He claps both hands together, then smiles an eager - albeit wicked - smile.

This sounds like a great opening for Truth or Dare! Keep wondering and you'll have a mound of excellent questions, when the time comes.

-It was her turn to be amused-

Of course that would make you smile. I suck at that game!

 

[DariusD]

-It was her turn to be amused-

Of course that would make you smile. I suck at that game!

At that game or...insert dramatic pause... during?

Cue hopeful little, playful leer.

 

[Nina327]

That...

She groaned inwardly and outwardly even had that bit of eyerolling even though her smile never left her face. She went so far as to beseech the heavens momentarily for tormenting her with the curse of having a very unhealthy attraction to dorks, punny ones at that. Rubbing her face she returned to the conversation.

that would be both.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The click of booted feet along a dingy floor that somehow seems to be more disgusting than usual.

Stupid succu-bitches. Kitty has got to encourage them to get to work.

Door thrown open, the door from the nether depths leading to the entrance of Limbo.

Ah. A shot.

The scent of sandalwood and fur, brown skinned dynamo, short hair wet and leaving tiny curls trailing a wide forehead.

Stoli. You know the drill.

Boosting herself into a seat with a sigh. Waiting. Fingernails marking an impatient tattoo on hard wood.

Thanks.

Bowl. Shot glass. Lemon and lime wedges, sugar. All there. Waiting. She preps the first shot. Takes it. Sighs.

 

[DariusD]

The impish delight flickering in the man's eyes, now edged with pleased anticipation as the newcomer arrives. Settling back in his chair, he steeped his fingers before him, letting the tips rest against the hint of beard on his chin.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Turning now, second shot in hand, finding him. A small grin, dimple flashing, full lips tilting up, crinkling the corners of her brown eyes.

Hi ya. You gonna make yourself a home here as well?

Small muscular frame slips from the stool, carrying all of her things on a stolen tray...so that she doesn't have to stay at the bar.

My home is most of the fifth level. The place of Wrath.

Voice drops into the lower register, eyes sparkle.

I have a bit of a temper.

A seat magically appears, close to the fireplace and she drops, ass first, into cushioned softness with a sigh.

Ahhh. This is the life. Where's Kitty? have you seen her?

 

[DariusD]

He canted his head to the side, studying the woman as she walked and spoke. Gentle approval showed on his otherwise immutable, hard face as he took in the graceful, expressive lines of her body. A woman who emoted through and through, he guessed as he read into her behavior. At her questions, he hesitated, considering his words carefully. A woman like this deserved a thoughtful response, he knew. Passion was dangerous with a woman like this. The chemistry could be explosive, one way or another. As a man whose core was so often overwhelmed by passion, he took his deliberate self-control seriously. Thus, the pause lingered until long after she finished speaking.

I like this place, though it lacks some of the perks of Lust. Then again, less moisture on the floors to worry about. As for Kitty, no, I have not. Perhaps some nip could summon her?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A nod, head tilted just so.

I used to want a home on Lust but my sin home is definitely Wrath. I have a bit of a vengeance streak.

A smirk.

I am a Scorpio. It's our one failing. We rule the sex organs which means (for the most part) that we are entirely sexual and all about anything to do with the sensual arts. The flip side of that is jealousy, possessiveness and temper.

A shrug.

The first two, I worked through~ long ago. You can not be interested in open relationships nor in bedroom games involving pain/pleasure and more than two people if you harbor an inkling of either of those faults.

However, temper? That one is harder to work through.

A sigh, the second shot emptied. Small fingers moved deftly~ sugaring the rim, popping a bit of lemon into her mouth, pouring the vodka. She took the shot.

A grimace as heat hits her belly.

And Kitty will come, I am sure. This is one of her heart home's. It wouldn't be Hell without her.

She places the tray on a nearby stand and motions for one the wait staff to retrieve it.

Anyway, tis a pleasure to find you here.

 

[DariusD]

And yourself. The more I know, the more pleased I am to know you.

His soft words are feathered with the deep tones of sincerity. Not honesty, for the man was always honest, and in all things this was the case.

I understand some of where you come from. I met a couple at the Munch last night - a Lifestyle gathering, if you're not familiar with the term - a sub and a switch, just now beginning to investigate other relationship avenues. A certain emotional maturity is required for the core relationship to succeed or thrive.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A small giggle.

Long ago, I used to be the go to girl for rope work demonstrations. (The bottom, if it pleases you.) More recently, I have been the go to girl for ambi~flogging. (Bottom and Top). I haven't attended a lifestyle event in years, mostly because~well, for me BDSM in all of it's forms is no longer a lifestyle for me. It's an addendum to the fun things I do in the bedroom.

A shrug

I very rarely bottom these days and I am not~by any stretch of the imagination~ very submissive. I miss the gatherings, though, and the play parties.

A broad smile, dimple flashing in the flicker of firelight.

However, I have found that most gatherings are more comfortable for those deeply involved in the lifestyle. Which sucks.

A sigh.

And yes, maturity is required. Knowing one's own limits and working through them is needful. Most people are so busy metaphorically peeing on what's theirs that it makes open relationships seem saner to me. As the trust, the compassion, the knowledge has already been worked toward and earned.

A giggle.

Eep. Sorry I do seem to go on and on. And I am not much for flirting. I tend to want to converse, to know, to discover...and that takes serious talking, not random words tossed at each other involving sex and nudity.

A husky laugh.

Though sex is a great conversation to have, once the people indulging in talks have some knowledge of one another.

Turning to face him more fully, honey brown eyes tracing form and face with unabashed curiosity.

So then, have you found some co-writers yet?

 

[DariusD]

The division between hardcore Leathers and Kinksters can be pretty big, but Kinksters - people who are casual about the lifestyle - seem to be a growing majority. At least where I'm from in the South East.

His smile carried through, clearly enjoying the conversation.

Brit has taken up a thread with me. And I have one other. Neither has posted yet, but I have hopes.

 

[Nina327]

She herself poured up from the floor in flames that she delicatly stepped out of. A low growl eminated in her breath.

You know, If i had the energy I'd field dress something while it was still screaming.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The division between hardcore Leathers and Kinksters can be pretty big, but Kinksters - people who are casual about the lifestyle - seem to be a growing majority. At least where I'm from in the South East.

His smile carried through, clearly enjoying the conversation.

Brit has taken up a thread with me. And I have one other. Neither has posted yet, but I have hopes.

Oh I will be reading the thread you have with Brit with EVERY evidence of enjoyment. She is an awesome little writer who can evoke feelings easily.

A soft sigh.

I wish I could do that with co-writers but more and more, I find myself more drawn to solo bits, rather than full on stories.

A grin.

Maybe one day I can talk you into a short short in the cavern...cuz I bet that would be...entertaining.

She herself poured up from the floor in flames that she delicatly stepped out of. A low growl eminated in her breath.

You know, If i had the energy I'd field dress something while it was still screaming.

Honey brown eyes watch as flames rise, forming a Twin.

Her words bring a giggle.

You are so very evil, love...

Though field dressing should be saved for some one...NOT something.

 

[DariusD]

Interest flaring

Short story? Cavern? Hrm?

Glances over at the newcomer, pleased to see her arrive

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The Cavern in the main SRP forum is where I post most of my solo pieces as well as short scenes with writers that I want to...craft something with...

It's also where I go when I wanna work out my maso-fixes when I need them and can't get them in real life.

 

[Nina327]

Reads the transcription of Hell and is caught up.

Evil or no.. you are right, it would be a someone and not a something but sometimes that someone in particular is not a someone but a fucking waste of a thing.

Taking a moment to survey the seating plan she decides she doesnt like it, his chair, with him in it is moved closer to the fire as she walks closer to twin. Reaching the fireplace she smoothed the gossamer fabric she chose to nearly cover herself with and sat on the hearth.


The cavern... yes. She has a special place for violence so she doesnt spread it around.

-giggles-

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Reads the transcription of Hell and is caught up.

Evil or no.. you are right, it would be a someone and not a something but sometimes that someone in particular is not a someone but a fucking waste of a thing.

Taking a moment to survey the seating plan she decides she doesnt like it, his chair, with him in it is moved closer to the fire as she walks closer to twin. Reaching the fireplace she smoothed the gossamer fabric she chose to nearly cover herself with and sat on the hearth.


The cavern... yes. She has a special place for violence so she doesnt spread it around.

-giggles-

Well you let me know if and when you find the perfect sacri-...um something...
I have new pointy pretties that need used so i can check their...edges.

nods, and reaches out one handed to grope a kitty booty.

And yes, that was the main point of the Cavern.

My violence and sexy times need to be contained.

happy sexy times...in my Haven.

Brutal sexy times? Haven basement or Cavern. Depending on whether I am Top or bottom.