zydrate
Sweet Zydrate
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*hears munching under the table* I hear someone eating stuff.
stops eating and carefully reaches up and slides the half empty bowl of nachos back on the table....
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*hears munching under the table* I hear someone eating stuff.
stops eating and carefully reaches up and slides the half empty bowl of nachos back on the table....
*fills the bowl again, then fills a smaller bowl and slides it under the table*
]tries not to squeal is surprise and happily takes the offered bowl before sliding a note on the table to Draggy
[Thx!]
bouncing ever so slowly...a perfect rhythm...broken only by the sound of the sandal dropping quietly to the floor
*The approach of evening gives the waters even more depth, both in tidal height and reach of coldness. Swift strokes of arms and legs guide him ashore, and he walks the last bit onto the beach beyond the touch of the waves lapping at the sands. Shaking water from his hair in a feeble attempt to clear it of droplets, he strides toward the Outlook proper, the lights ablaze and figures moving about giving him the inkling that there is a gathering.
Reaching the top of the stairs, he gives a wave to all those present, leaning to one of the staff and requesting a towel or two before he ruins the furniture*
summertime eyes and a cotton candy smile
If you wouldn't mind...
*kneeling slowly, picking up the sandal in one hand, pretty pedicured foot in the other, I debate the choices. I want and so I do, dropping a kiss on the delicate bone of her ankle. Tongue snakes out, tracing it. Then I look up at her as I fit foot and sandal together*
Yes?
suddenly stern look...voice soft, but not sweet
bad girl. Now ask to do that again.
*eyes gleam and a smile comes and goes as silence envelopes my brain*
May I do that once more, GG?
*hands rest on thighs, ass rests on heels, back straight and there is no thought other than....I want her foot*
Very pleased...the smile, almost sticky sweet, returns
Yes, little girl, you may
*hand removes sandal with delicate precision before returning to rest on my thigh. Back leans forward until my mouth hovers bare centimeters from flesh. Pink tongue eases out and tastes clean white skin, tracing a line from toe tip to ankle. No one else exists at this moment. No other sound, thought, presence, even registers. I want that.*
More?
there is nothing but the powerful woman kneeling for me...nothing but the touch of pink on my foot...nothing but her offering...offering and asking for permission
I consider a word...and let it pass...silently, I move my toes to her lips...caressing the warm pink...then
open
*Mouth does as commanded, opening with no hesitation. Lips close over pretty protrubence, tongue swirling softly, covering each bit in wet heat before suckling once.
Then on to the next one, slow in and out, like giving head to pretty toes. Finishing a few moments later~I lean away, eyes focusing on her face.*
Yes.
*Sitting straight up, not moving, steady, quiet, empty*
deep, raspy breaths...each touch making my bones feel strong as steel
leaning over as she finishes...whispering in her ear....
you are a very, very good girl...right where you belong...now come, put your head in my lap...
*sighs and crawls forward, turning slightly to rest my head in the offered space. Her words leave me shaky. Not because I am not but because I am. A good girl. Eyes close. And silence engulfs me.*