That's actually very insightful of you. Will look very mature in front of the kids, too. Well played, my lady.
Talented indeed, that's something I can agree with. I wish he'd let me teach him embroidery; I bet he'd have a talent for it too. And he needs more hobbies that don't include cards and dice.
Oi, I was just being encouraging!
For pleasure is something to be expressed if we’re alone or in a marvelous coalition So I wish you satisfaction in elations quest as you work the knobs, slants and levers because this isn’t some kind of competition
I'm sure the kids will be grateful for that someday.
Kind of. Mostly he played Gwent (that's cards). He hasn't lost control of his life over it, but he does like it quite a bit. I haven't told him about that poker thingy and YOU WON'T EITHER.
I was encouraging you to do it in your me-time! But is that what you want to do next time? Watching each other masturbate?
That's not an answer! I need details! Have you been there?
That's a spectacular quote and I shall steal it, thank you. And while I absolutely love it when you're a bad girl, I need to inform you that Ciri is on the same table finishing her homework.
Yes, I’ve been there. I went to play some slot machines and see some shows and shop and drink. Some people go for vices that are more taboo, whether they’re strictly legal or not.
Taboo, huh? It sounds like I have a new city to visit soon. After I find a good beach, that is. Fuck, I miss the coast.
She is not, which is why I could tease and flirt, but this isn't exactly the best moment for an erection. However if you were hoping for some me-time with
We've been there! The games were quite fun but also a little nerve-wracking. I couldn't believe all the skin the women showed to go into the water. Those swimsuit things are a magnificent invention. You're correct, though, I was thinking something more... coast-y.
I shall channel that energy in my writing - to describe the fire in your eyes, the swing in your waist, and the joy in your cunt.
Yes, those! Lovely garments. The information will be very useful, thank you.
Are you sure you want to know that?
The answer takes a few minutes to arrive. He's hesitant, but maybe it may help her get more comfortable with the subject.
Most of my lovers are one-night stands. Only three (besides you) have become repeated encounters, and two of those are men. We only flirt a little when we contact each other to meet later - I don't chit-chat with them as I do with you. I've tried "phone sex" once, and I've been curious about doing it on text, but need the right partner. I don't need someone to have a big vocabulary when we're in bed (the mind can be beautiful in such a variety of ways!); however, words are the protagonists when it comes to using these devices, and "phone sex" has taught me that wit is a must if I have to get excited merely by speech.
I don't think I need to explain who I see as very witty.
(If it counts, back in my world, I "offered my guidance" in the bedroom in the form of sitting back and talking while I watched.)
Apologies, I've been sent to my room like a hormonal teenager. I may control my erection, but it seems I was still smelling too horny to stay in the garden. This has been classified by the actual teenager as "gross". I could complain about my writing session and tea being interrupted, but I think I may join you and write with just one hand, if you know what I mean.
Let's set up a scene, shall we? Are you alone in the apartment? What are you wearing, beautiful?
ate dinner then passed out, worst time of the school year <3
No, he came out to sit with us. She has his sword skills and Yennefer's magic.
A private beach - that does sound perfect. Swimming together with the sunset behind us and the warm summer breeze brushing our wet hair. I can see the shape of your nipples on your bikini top, darling. They're hard to ignore.
We've been here all day. Our skin is starting to tan - do you have tanning lines, Miriam? I'm so curious to know. I'm so eager to check - to find them and kiss them all.
I swim behind you and drop a kiss on your shoulder while I start to untie your top. Salty, yet I can't have enough. You do have lines, and I shall kiss them all.
(Staying dressed in case you get caught, huh? How exciting, to be on the lookout for any noises outside the room. Such a naughty daughter. I am getting comfortable in only my robe, and playing soft music in the radio so I don't have to hold back. Make me loud, darling.)
Of course we are! If we are on a private beach, then we shall take advantage of it to the fullest! Have you never fucked in the water? Your body will float the same your mind does when you orgasm~
And that bikini top? I let the water take it away, so my hands can cover your breasts instead. They are magnificient as always, I love playing with them. Squeeze them, pinch them. Were they bigger when you were pregnant? Were they more sensitive?
I’ve done some fooling around in the water before.
Well don’t let it float away! I’m going to need that back.
I love when you play with my breasts, bouncing them with your calloused hands and pinching my nipples. They swelled a little bit when I was pregnant and were definitely more sensitive. Are you thinking about me being pregnant, Jaskier?
Because that’s a surprising fantasy coming from him.
(Of course I am, darling. I’m running my fingers over my folds, teasing myself and feeling the wetness pooled there.)
You won't need it. See that little shack over there? We're renting that. We shall walk naked and fuck all over this private beach as many times as we want.
If they're going to fantasize, then he'll go for his favorite thing: absolute freedom.
Goodness, no. I wanted to tease you about your sensitivity - which I love so. I turn you around and bury my face in your amazing tits, sucking and nibbling like a man dying of thirst. Leaving hickeys on the tan lines. I wonder, sometimes, if I could make you come just from playing with them.
(Always so wet for me, so eager, so pretty and lovely. I'm dancing around my room, rubbing the tent on my robe. The fabric adds a degree of separation - I don't feel my callouses, I feel your manicured fingers teasing me.)
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Talented indeed, that's something I can agree with. I wish he'd let me teach him embroidery; I bet he'd have a talent for it too. And he needs more hobbies that don't include cards and dice.
Oi, I was just being encouraging!
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if we’re alone or in a marvelous coalition
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Is he a gambler?
Sure you were. Encouraging me to do it during a time when you’re there to watch, my sweet poet.
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Kind of. Mostly he played Gwent (that's cards). He hasn't lost control of his life over it, but he does like it quite a bit. I haven't told him about that poker thingy and YOU WON'T EITHER.
I was encouraging you to do it in your me-time! But is that what you want to do next time? Watching each other masturbate?
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Never take him to Vegas.
You want to be a fly on the wall during my me-time though, admit it. Just as I enjoyed watching you and whispering dirty things to you.
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...bloody hell. "City of Sin"? Is this for real? Is it LEGAL? How sinful is it exactly?
Someone wants to go now.
You're just trying to get me hard in the middle of the garden. Such an evil woman you are.
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To quote a great actress, when I’m good, I’m very good, but when I’m bad, I’m better.
Midge supposes that his night with whoever from the club must be over. She wonders if he’s friends with them or if they were a relative stranger.
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That's a spectacular quote and I shall steal it, thank you. And while I absolutely love it when you're a bad girl, I need to inform you that Ciri is on the same table finishing her homework.
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Is she looking over your shoulder?
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She is not, which is why I could tease and flirt, but this isn't exactly the best moment for an erection. However if you were hoping for some me-time with
guidance~
That I can do.
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I see. You don’t think that texting me naughty things while you know that I’m touching myself is going to make you hard?
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I shall channel that energy in my writing - to describe the fire in your eyes, the swing in your waist, and the joy in your cunt.
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There are a few beaches further out that are more quiet. Let me ask some of my friends about them.
Just out of curiosity, do you frequently share your guidance with others or am I the only one who gets this honor?
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Are you sure you want to know that?
The answer takes a few minutes to arrive. He's hesitant, but maybe it may help her get more comfortable with the subject.
Most of my lovers are one-night stands. Only three (besides you) have become repeated encounters, and two of those are men. We only flirt a little when we contact each other to meet later - I don't chit-chat with them as I do with you. I've tried "phone sex" once, and I've been curious about doing it on text, but need the right partner. I don't need someone to have a big vocabulary when we're in bed (the mind can be beautiful in such a variety of ways!); however, words are the protagonists when it comes to using these devices, and "phone sex" has taught me that wit is a must if I have to get excited merely by speech.
I don't think I need to explain who I see as very witty.
(If it counts, back in my world, I "offered my guidance" in the bedroom in the form of sitting back and talking while I watched.)
Sorry to keep disappearing, so tired this week
While I’m sure it would be even better to hear your lovely voice, I think reading what you have to say will be inspiring as well.
So, what should I do? I’m alone in my bedroom.
please don't worry and rest! rl always comes first
Apologies, I've been sent to my room like a hormonal teenager. I may control my erection, but it seems I was still smelling too horny to stay in the garden. This has been classified by the actual teenager as "gross". I could complain about my writing session and tea being interrupted, but I think I may join you and write with just one hand, if you know what I mean.
Let's set up a scene, shall we? Are you alone in the apartment? What are you wearing, beautiful?
ate dinner then passed out, worst time of the school year <3
The kids are here, but they’re napping.
What if I was wearing a bikini? On a private beach with just you and I?
Nothing saying this can’t be a fantasy.
hope it gets better soon!
A private beach - that does sound perfect. Swimming together with the sunset behind us and the warm summer breeze brushing our wet hair. I can see the shape of your nipples on your bikini top, darling. They're hard to ignore.
Thank you <3
Your entire chest is hard to ignore. And your abs. And your arms. I’ve been staring at you all day. Of course my nipples are hard.
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Meanwhile, I’m actually slipping my panties off underneath my dress.
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(Staying dressed in case you get caught, huh? How exciting, to be on the lookout for any noises outside the room. Such a naughty daughter. I am getting comfortable in only my robe, and playing soft music in the radio so I don't have to hold back. Make me loud, darling.)
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(Is your cock hard for me yet?)
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And that bikini top? I let the water take it away, so my hands can cover your breasts instead. They are magnificient as always, I love playing with them. Squeeze them, pinch them. Were they bigger when you were pregnant? Were they more sensitive?
(It's waking up. Are you wet for me yet?)
Night napping strikes again
Well don’t let it float away! I’m going to need that back.
I love when you play with my breasts, bouncing them with your calloused hands and pinching my nipples. They swelled a little bit when I was pregnant and were definitely more sensitive. Are you thinking about me being pregnant, Jaskier?
Because that’s a surprising fantasy coming from him.
(Of course I am, darling. I’m running my fingers over my folds, teasing myself and feeling the wetness pooled there.)
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If they're going to fantasize, then he'll go for his favorite thing: absolute freedom.
Goodness, no. I wanted to tease you about your sensitivity - which I love so. I turn you around and bury my face in your amazing tits, sucking and nibbling like a man dying of thirst. Leaving hickeys on the tan lines. I wonder, sometimes, if I could make you come just from playing with them.
(Always so wet for me, so eager, so pretty and lovely. I'm dancing around my room, rubbing the tent on my robe. The fabric adds a degree of separation - I don't feel my callouses, I feel your manicured fingers teasing me.)
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of crap that should've been "someone" not "something" but you got it lol
LOL how dare he dehumanize her
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Midge you said no sex, don't get your panties wet over 'viscount' haha
listen, she’s allowed to be impressed!
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Sorry to disappear but I felt ill so I slept
oh no! don't apologize, I hope you get better soon!
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