Welcome to Hell.

-wiggles booty and climbs on her... or is it a slither... what ever it was it was her.. sitting,, then on her knees.. possibly her hands too. Up between thighs, which were ignored because she really didnt want to break eye contact. That climb kept up. Body touching, sliding the whole way up till lips could touch an ear. They didnt though. Touch that is. Just hovered there while fingers wound up hair.

You... tend to compartment a lot. Probably why you have me, Cause there is not a place to be top and bottom and sadist and maso at the same time. With me, you're all of it, cause you know I'd lick all your labels off.

A wicked smile and she skillfully avoided smacks, bites and retaliations as she hopped back onto her spot on the floor before offering the male guest a wink.

I like licking things... and she usually doesn't hold still!
 
A low whimper. Kitty is not playing fair.

Body to body and hands that corral fingers and other bits so that she can slither, slide, glide.

I want to bite her.

I will bite her...later.


I know I compartmentalize. I can not help it.

And that is why I have you...since you ignore my labels of the day and make me nuts.

A low groan as she eases away and resumes her seat.

BRAT!

Leaning in to bite her cheek/chin/lip.

And I would hold still if you would just tie me up!!

nodding, lots.

Do you see how she treats me?

Head turning to grin at the tall man.
 
-eyes glitter dancing between the two-

But... you know me...

Wait... Of course he sees.. he has eyeballs!

-snorts-

plus,

I like how much you squirm and TRY to hold still when you are not tied up.

-pale pale thighs squeeze tight for a moment. One of those moments. One that goosebumps rush in all directions and posture straightens and wriggles due to those chils on along her spine.

Though I do promise I will tie you down for safety sake while playing with pointy things.
 
Feral grin, honey brown eyes glittering in the fire.

I do not try, you know. The right tone of voice causes instant holding still of every body part.

Nods

You will see.

A low husky laugh.

And then I get to return the favor...but no rope for you, I think...

Instead I will just whisper wetness across your skin and bite when you wiggle.

Inner thigh clench....just...because.

And yes...we will need rope for pretty pointy shiny things...cuz...

shiver sigh...

yes.
 
Yes... voice..

I'll give you one.

and no.. you can use rope or not, it matters little.

HEY... that's not fair. I just might wiggle so you bite.

-Unasses the floor and crawls up into the empty chair the male vanished from, Curls up tucking chin over knees and settles into the leftover warmth-
 
Low delighted giggling.

Wide eyes watch as kitty rises and moves to the chair our errant guest has departed from.


He disappears so quickly.

Smiles.

Alas I will be too, eventually. Must take a bath and prepare for some sort of sleep...up early...(like 4 am) so i can sleep before work tomorrow night.
 
He nods slowly at the explanation.

This reminds me of Kushiel's dart. To me, a certain degree of dark, wicked, sometimes humiliating, play is par for the course. Intensity and exploration is part of fun times. Mutilation, scarification, and cutting are off the table for me though. Blood is dangerous. Might do needle play though.
 
He nods slowly at the explanation.

This reminds me of Kushiel's dart. To me, a certain degree of dark, wicked, sometimes humiliating, play is par for the course. Intensity and exploration is part of fun times. Mutilation, scarification, and cutting are off the table for me though. Blood is dangerous. Might do needle play though.

OMG!!

*happy bouncing*

You've read?? I have the entire friggin series.

All 6 books with Phaedre and Imiriel...

I would SOOO love to do a story line based on that alternate history.

*le sigh*

As for the scarification and cutting. I love them. Both to have done and to do. I guess I am odd. I like permanent reminders.
 
-giggles- And reappears quickly too...

Twin you should probably sleep..

As for you mister... Blood or no blood I still kinda like you. Which is not that common for me.

By the way... Where are you?
 
: he glances around at his recently moved chair, but responds to Luna as he does:

I read the main series. Poor Jocelyn. A good representation of how a person can have irrepressible needs not associated with traditional romantic love though. And I can understand the need for reminders. I have tattoos for the same reason.

Turning his attention back to Nina, he responds: Georgia.
 
-giggles- And reappears quickly too...

Twin you should probably sleep..

As for you mister... Blood or no blood I still kinda like you. Which is not that common for me.

By the way... Where are you?

Am going Twin, I promise.

Four o clock in the morning comes super friggin' early, you know it?

Rising from my chair, grabbing up the stolen tea tray and my never empty bottle of Stoli. Taking the whole mess of it back to the bar where I slip things into their appropriate slots.

Finally, a turn, a grin before booted feet carry me toward the door which leads down into the nether hells.


See y'all.
 
-perks-

Wait.. that was a book reference.

Tell me!

Jacqueline Carey

Look up under Kushiel. EXCELLENT series.

: he glances around at his recently moved chair, but responds to Luna as he does:

I read the main series. Poor Jocelyn. A good representation of how a person can have irrepressible needs not associated with traditional romantic love though. And I can understand the need for reminders. I have tattoos for the same reason.

Turning his attention back to Nina, he responds: Georgia.

I actually have every thing she's written so far. I tend to find authors i enjoy and collect em like a crazed person!

grins

And yes, I always loved him. He fit so many of the men and women in my life. I never found anyone who would willingly embrace all of my foibles and darker desires.

sighs

Lucky me, huh.

A yawn.

Georgia...I love Georgia.

And the women...

huge grin

Yum.

A quirked eyebrow.

Don't know anything bout the men besides my family but if they are like you, then I am sure...they would be worth the price of admission.
 
Don't know anything bout the men besides my family but if they are like you, then I am sure...they would be worth the price of admission.


The barest hint of flashed teeth, a wolfish grin backed by a slight tensing of muscles, the play of which is visible through his shirt as he takes in Luna's words. The irony of his response not lost on him, but neither does it soften his expression.

I am not for sale. The opportunity to play only comes to those who pass the screening exam.

He chuckled softly.

After that, there's no charge. Only the expectation of passing into sleep exhausted, satisfied, and sore.
 
sign posted by the door leading to Wrath

stay out.
Trespassers will be killed.

*door slams*
 
Muttering from the shadow-couch:

Ugh. Dressing up. Going into the office. Bleh. I may have to visit Wrath sometime today.
 
Intrigued by the fiery warmth beneath the flaming door, the woman reaches down and quickly yanks the door open. Her movements were swift, agile, well controlled. Playing with fire was one if her favorite past times. With the door open, she jumped straight down through it.

Black combat boots landed softly on the stone floor, a simple bend in the knees to absorb the shock of impact. Black BDU combat pants covered long, toned legs. A sleeveless black hoodie covered her muscled upper body, the hood covering her head and casting shadows along her features. Her toned arms were bare, tribal band tattoos wrapping around each bicep. A tanto blade rested in a sheath hooked through her belt loop, another blade tucked into her boot.

She walks down the dark tunnel, her gaze watchful and alert. Her movements were marked with an athletic grace and the stone beneath her feet passes quickly. She finds herself in the dark center room, the fire in the hearth burning and the couches and chairs looking inviting. She studies the room cautiously. Curiosity often killed the cat, especially when the cat enters a place she may not be welcome in. She leans a bare shoulder against the door jam, folding her arms across her chest. She would wait to see others before she crossed a thresh hold without an invitation from those who belonged there.
 
The barely dressed succu-bitch of the bar very cautiously approached the visitor, pausing far to often for any ones liking. She has become far more skittish the longer she stays in this employ, a slip of parchment offered from outstretched shaking fingers. Words from the curator of this domain.

My Lady,
It seems my Twin is very fond of you, it would be my honor to extend you welcome and the wish that you make yourself at home here. In what ever manner that suits you.

Be well.
Nina
 
Beat.
Beat.
Beat.

It's much like thump, only with less bass. She moves against the music flow~the sounds of screams, the high pitched yells of panic~ a fish on her way to the spawning pools.

Better yet? A wolf on her way to the bar.

Booted feet click against rising stone steps. The sound echoes, just enough to make her feel as if her anger is following her up to the higher levels. She knows it isn't. Anger is not a separate entity, it is one and the same. All the same.

Soon enough, brown skinned girl, honey brown eyes hazy~makes her way to the door leading up to the main level. She steps through. The rising tide of lust, pain, desire, excrement, screech and yell and panic is closed away.


"Stoli me, bitch...bring it to the feather bed. I have writing due."
 
The feather bed.

Plexy's space from so very long ago.

The succu-bitch carries the tray and moves with far less haste than I would wish BUT that is probably MY fault. I get a little out of sorts from time to time and she pays the price. Either her or one of her damned sisters.

Eventually, the tray is placed on the night side table and she scurries away. I pay her no mind, as my lap top is open and the first piece of writing is in the works.

Madrigal for the Moon Lady.
 
The woman studies the succu-bitch closely as she approaches. Noting the creature had an even more skittish nature than she did, she made no quick movements, or even subtle shifts. She merely waited. Once the letter was extended out to her, she bowed her head in gratitude and stepped forward to take it. The movement was slow enough to let the creature watch her.

She accepted the letter with a soft whisper of thanks, watching the succu-bitch's back as she returned to the bar. The contents of the letter were quickly read and she slipped the note into one of the cargo pockets of her pants. She had no doubt she would be on her own here. She didn't mind. It's often the way she prefered it. But she'd keep the letter to use against any creature that may try to kick her out.

She stepped further into the main room, running her fingertips along the dark leather of one of the couches as she passed. She explored the area, and though the screams and pleading in the background tugged at her curiosity, she let them go unseen for now. She had time. She walked to the bar and requested a soda. She was always cautious about what she put in her body. Food was meant to be fuel, nothing more. The soda was almost as bad as the alcohol, but it would suit her for the moment. She sank her lithe form into one of the couches and sipped her drink, taking in the energy of the area, enjoying the heat of the space
 
I have an idea for a bit piece for Desire. Not a lot of words, only a few, but it's the feeling of the thing, isn't it?

Evocative.
Provocative.

I just have to find the right words.
 
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