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Yes, absolutely, I'm squeezing that lovely, perky ass of yours, my fingers digging in as they bounce you on my cock. There's no protection, just your skin, mine, and the water. I shall fuck you raw and hard for a long, long time, because this is a fantasy and that means I can stay inside you until the stars come out.

(I'm on my back, as my lady demands. I find my spot and tease it lightly, pretending it's your fingers - shy, exploring, learning what they're doing. Trying just for me - what an honor it is. Gaining confidence with each passing second, because you know what you want and how to get it. Stimulate that spot, Miriam, chase that thrill.)

How many times can you make me come? Maybe at some point you’ll pull out and turn me around and re-enter me from behind.

(I’m stroking it slowly because I don’t want this to be over too quickly. My clit is throbbing.

Someday I might feel comfortable enough to stimulate yours too. Do you want that?)

As many as you want. I'll sit you on my shoulders and eat you out if necessary. For now, I'll keep thrusting hard into you, losing myself in your heat while my mouth attacks your neck. We're on a private beach with no stage - do you know what that means? I can leave marks on display.

(A good plan. I shall keep it slow, too, then. I'm not touching my cock, I only watch the precum gather on its tip, try not to imagine you licking it.

I'd love that. With your fingers, or with a toy - have you ever wondered what it would be like to be the one doing the fucking, Miriam? To have a man bent over for you, completely at your mercy?)

You can bring me to shore and lay me on the sand to eat me out. Then you can put marks all over my skin and claim me as yours.

(Fuck, I would flick my tongue over the head of your cock, licking up that precum while my fingers keep fucking your ass.

I’ve never thought about it like that, though I’ve enjoyed having men at my mercy with me on top of them. They’re mesmerized by my tits, begging for me to ride them fast.)

Not a bad idea at all. But let's have the first orgasm in the water, shall we? I want our bodies to float together with our minds. Let me stay inside you a little longer, feel you wrapped around me, lose myself in your skin.

(I dig my heels into the mattress as I yell, your tongue shaking me to my core. And who says we can't do both? You can ride me while I have something up my arse. Your tits ARE mesmerizing, but it'd be torture to merely stare at them instead of playing with them.)

You love having sex in the water, don’t you, my darling bard? We can orgasm as many times in the ocean as you want before you get me all dirty in the sand.

(And I love when you play with them. I love when you cup them and rub my nipples with your thumbs until they’re stiff peaks and then tease them. I love when you suck marks on them.

I’m stroking my clit now. It’s such a relief, though I’m still not ready to come yet.)

Indeed I do. I love the coast. Have I not shared that? Oxenfurt was a coastal city.

And he grew up by the coast, but he isn't about to go there. Would only destroy the mood.

I shall get you all dirty now, too, with slopping kisses that leave a trail of spit between our mouths, marks left by my nails on your skin, and coming inside you - because this is a fantasy without consequences, so I'm going to fill you up all so good.

(Good. Don't be. I want you to take your time, get to know your body. When you're not writing to me, play with your breasts. Do to them all the things you like me doing. I won't grab my cock yet, instead I'll also play with my nipples, pretend those pretty nails of yours are scratching by chest.)

I like when you come inside me… when I get to feel that warmth. I want to be filled by you.

(I’m still wearing clothes, but I can feel my nipples hard through my dress and bra. My fingers are still thrusting inside my cunt… I wish they were your cock instead. One day when I’m alone I’ll do as you said and explore my whole body, see how I can make myself come hard.)

I fill you with every thrust of my throbbing cock, I fill your mouth with my tongue to look for yours and lick every inch of it.

(Clothes, of course. I forgot about those, I just keep picturing your marvelous tits. My robe is completely open, so it's almost as if I was wearing nothing at all. I keep thrusting too, allowing myself to rub my spot - my back arches, and my moans are drowned down by the music.)

I think by the time you tire, I’ll have lost count of how many times you’ve made me come. I’ll be covered in sand and salt and your kisses.

(My tits are yours. All of me is yours, Jaskier.)

Even as she sends the message, she knows that he doesn’t see her that way. He’s not possessive; Midge wouldn’t want him to be, but she likes being his… even if she technically isn’t.

(I wish I could see you right now. I’m sure it’s even hotter than what I’m picturing in my mind.

I’m teasing my clit, stroking it so lightly in tandem with that spot and trying not to moan out loud, trying not to come yet, even though my whole body is on edge, trembling.

Tell me when to come for you.)

Tired, marked, and well fucked. That's when you're at your prettiest, darling. My hand reaches for your clit as I keep thrusting into you - no words, only your name moaned into the sunset.

He doesn't pick up on the extra meaning of her sentence - he thinks she's just saying her body is up for him to do whatever he wants, and isn't that a sexy thought.

(We'll meet again soon, and I'll put up a show just for you.

I'll close my hand around my dick, trying to stroke it slowly, but speeding every time I think about you being so naughty that you masturbate while your family is in the apartment. All naughty and wet for me, hiding your orgasm under your skirt.

Come when you're ready, Miriam.)

As soon as she starts to rub both her clit and the spot inside her in earnest, her body explodes with orgasm. Midge turns her head and muffles it with her pillow so that she doesn’t accidentally wake the kids. Her body shakes with pleasure and it’s a long moment before she responds to Jaskier again.

I came so hard, my sweet bard. I wish you had been here to see it.

Just like Midge, Jaskier uses both hands to touch himself, trying to wait patiently but failing as his hands continue to pick up speed. When he hears the ping of his phone, he doesn't even look at the message: his fingers thrust harder and he stimulates his spot to hell and back until he's coming all over his hand and his stomach. The music covers his moans while his back arches, and Jaskier lets his mind sink into the heights of pleasure.

It takes him a few minutes to respond - first, he's gotta snap out of his blissful state; and second, he has to find wet wipes on his night table to clean his hand.

breathing his climax
the storm calms down
pleasure floods it
while the breeze calms his body

Thank you for flourishing my Sunday, darling. Glad to hear your orgasm was exquisite as well. If this becomes a recurring way to blow each other's minds when we can't meet, mayhap we should take a few pictures? As inspiration.

I definitely wish I had seen yours.

Midge is unsure how she feels about that. Pictures can sometimes fall into the wrong hands, even beyond a person’s control.

If you mean naked pictures, I’d have to think about that.

I'll show you my handsome orgasmic face next week, when I come back from whatever a "masachusets" is.

No, I meant

Wait, is that something people do?

Fuck, of course they do, how did I not think of it? I'm disappointed in myself! What an amazing idea! So many new ways to use all the inventions this world has! It makes me even more eager to find one of those naughty shops.

Ah, worry not, darling. You don't have to go that far if you aren't comfortable. I just mean a picture of your lovely smile and bright eyes. Mayhaps a bit of cleavage - only for the dress, of course.

Massachusetts. What are you going there for?

Some people definitely do that. I don’t think I’m one of those people.

Clearly you’ve corrupted me though, because that’s what I thought you meant. I’m happy to give you a clothed picture though.

Monster in the swamps. It may be your chance to befriend Yennefer, since she's staying here with Ciri. I have to ask her about sharing her number - sorry that I haven't gotten to that yet.

He woke up late after his -ahem- busy night.

Indeed, I HAVE corrupted you - however, I think this is a case of you just having learned to expect salacious requests from me. A clothed picture would be lovely, thank you! Would you like one as well?

He’s been a little distracted, though Midge knows that it hasn’t only been by her. Jaskier’s libido knows no bounds.

I do expect salacious requests from you. I often welcome them.

Yes, I’d like that. Are we just going to swap headshots?

And you often make them, too, my naughty lady. My hope is that you grow more comfortable asking for whatever comes to your mind.

I'm still learning to use the camera, so I'm guessing a headshot is just the face on the frame, correct? That could work. Maybe something up close and another of the full body? I do like your dresses.

Fair enough. I make them as well.

Oh, I meant like our professional photos. Do you have any of those?

I’d rather take a picture just for you anyway.

It takes a few minutes for the next message to arrive. Jaskier is cursing at the ceiling, frustrated because this "industry" continues to fuck him up.

...no. I'm missing something here, aren't I?

Indeed, my idea was to take pictures specifically for each other. Any in particular you'd like to see?

A lot of performers get professional pictures done that they use for promotion or to send to casting agents.

Maybe you in that suit.

Thanks. I suppose I have another thing to look into.

He isn't sure he needs a casting agent - judging by the name, it sounds like something related to theater, and he isn't an actor. But it can't hurt to be ready.

The suit it is! If you take more than one, would you make it different dresses? I love seeing all your styles.

Oh you want a fashion show, huh?

Can you blame me when you make such a gorgeous model? I've been befriending people in art circles, you know. I bet they'd love to make paintings or sculptures out of you.

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