Is it actual voyeurism if it's just the *chance* of getting caught? Ah, matters not. Everyone at the wedding will know the most gorgeous woman in the party is with me.
Getting my cock out now. Do you want to mark it with your pretty lipstick?
My honey is dripping for you, cascading over my thighs as I keep rubbing my clit. Meanwhile, I take your cock slowly into my mouth, pushing it in as deeply as I can before sucking it back out again.
I groan against your cunt, pushing my cock right into that pretty little mouth of yours. My entire face is wet with your pleasure and I wish I could lick it all. I am addicted to your taste.
She moans softly at the picture he’s painting. It’s nearly enough to get her off.
I’m close… once I come, I can concentrate fully on you. Do you want me to come with your cock in my mouth? Tell me how you’re going to push me over the edge.
That would be lovely. You will be so full of me in both your cunt and your mouth. I push my fingers as deeply in you as possible and rub your special spot with all three fingertips as my mouth concentrates on your clit, sucking on it as if my life depended on it.
There’s a pause before she texts again as she concentrates on getting herself off. Her fingers stroke fast over her clit. As the orgasm blooms inside of her, she muffles her moans with her arm. Her hips buck up off of the bed until the waves finally subside.
I just came. I wish it had been all over your face.
Imagine me moaning around your cock as I come. Now I can concentrate on you. Are you stroking your cock, Jaskier?
Picturing your orgasming face is arousing in itself. You always look so pretty when you come.
Yes, I am. I haven't even taken my underwear off, I am just stroking myself desperetely, imagining it's your amazing mouth. Would you put your gorgeous tits around it? Leave the tip peeking out for you to lick?
Oh is that what you want? For me to wrap my tits around your cock and stroke it with them? To flick my tongue over the tip when it gets close to my mouth?
Im gonna fuck your tits Just thrust into them over and over Grab them with my hands and squeeze them around my throbbing cock Can I come all over them Miriam On your tits and your face
Jaskier bites his pillow as he comes all over his sheets, not even caring about the stain right now. It turns out it's true: sex does help with headaches - he feels so much better.
He takes a few seconds to bask in the afterglow before texting her again.
Fuck. That was a good one. The image of you with my seed on your tits is going to haunt me. How am I supposed to go to class with that in my mind?
Something that will kill my boner? But I am trying to forget my argument with your father!
This Friday at Elftown. Starts at 6pm, but I'll be there very early since I'll be rehearsing with the band for the wedding. So you can come by whenever you like. Perdita will be at the door, you can drop Susie's business card or yours there.
Oh, before I forget - don't make jokes about Perdita's beard? Or at least, ask first. Dwarves are sensitive about their beards and this world hasn't been kind in that regard.
I was trying to make a joke about your father being the perfect boner killer. I almost used Joel, but as annoyed as I may be by his attitude, I also can't deny he's cute.
Right now? Midge, I'm quite sure women with beards have never in style around here.
If it made you happy, then it was worth it. And I got to try your brisket, which was indeed amazing.
Wasn’t aware that Perdita was a woman. Yes, women with beards aren’t considered sideshows in circuses.
It did make me happy, though I could tell that you were holding back. I’m glad you liked the brisket though. I’d be happy to come over and make it for your family.
Yes, Perdita is a delightful dwarven woman. All dwarves have beards regardless of gender.
I was being a fucking saint until it all went to shit. I believe I get points for trying. Yes, of course! I'll let you know as soon as I find a day that Yennefer isn't too tired - putting the spell on your suitcase will take some energy.
Jaskier's week is incredibly busy again, but honestly, he loves it. Well, the dealing with the clients part not so much. But the classes, the composing, the rehearsing? Ah, it feels good to be creatively active. And with Midge keeping up with their silly chats throughout the day, Jaskier stays in a great mood.
When Midge shows up at Elftown on Friday, she'll find Perdita sweeping the reception and setting up a lectern. As Jaskier mentioned, she has a very long beard, but it is nicely braided and has cute beads on it that match her lovely dress.
"Oh, hello," she says when she sees Midge. Her smile is friendly, but she sounds confused. "Are you here for the art jam?" She has trouble believing that - Midge looks like a lady, not like the hippies and alternative artists that usually attend these things. "It starts in a couple of hours."
Midge is busy too, keeping up with her kids and working on some new jokes. She always loves getting texts from Jaskier, as they brighten her day.
Even though she’s been to Elftown before, Midge feels a bit awkward coming a few hours before the event, though she’s nosy and wants to hear Jaskier practice with the band for the wedding. She smiles somewhat awkwardly at the dwarf.
“I am. You must be Perdita. I’m Midge, a friend of Jaskier’s.”
The braid and the beads look cute in her beard, but Midge can only imagine the type of reactions she gets on the street.
Perdita perks up as soon as she hears the name. "Midge! Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you! Welcome, welcome!" She grabs Midge's hand and enthusiastically shakes it. "Jaskier has talked so much about you! Just a second, I gotta-"
She rushes behind the reception desk and takes out two things: a clear plastic box that she puts on top of the desk, and a guest book that she puts down on the lectern. Perdita goes through a bunch of pages from previous jams to find a clean one, and if Midge pays attention, she'll notice tons of doodles and poems left by artists. When she finally finds the clean page with today's date, she turns to Midge again.
"Business cards on the box. If you don't have any, you can write down your number when you sign the book. It can just be a little message, but--" Suddenly, she looks a bit bashful. "A joke would be welcome too."
Once Midge has signed, Perdita guides her inside. "I'm still setting things up, so I hope you don't mind the mess."
To be fair, it's not that messy - the place is clean, it just needs preparation. Chairs are still on top of the tables, and there are a bunch of boxes with different things: huge paint-stained sheets, ashtrays, chalk in every color, and paint-stained water pots. Jaskier's voice can be heard even before they reach the main area.
"In what world is that a C minus?!"
Perdita shakes her head. "Musicians." But she sounds fond.
The actual mess is on the stage and the floor in front of it: paper. Paper everywhere.
Sheet music, to be exact. With lots of notes, cross out words, and rewritten lyrics. Sometimes they're just paper balls. At least eight different pens. There's a small table in front of the stage, too, filled with empty glasses and snack plates.
On the drums, there's a human man with a mighty mustache and a cigarette problem. A human woman with a pixie cut holds a sax. A lovely elven girl sits at the piano, and the elven boy, who is obviously her twin, sits on a stool with a bass. As for Jaskier... the thing about his meetings with Midge in public so far, is that they were short before they turned into sex. But if Jaskier spends too long at a party or bar, the same thing always happens: the buttons of his collar become annoying. Today isn't the exception: his long jacket is hanging on the microphone stand, his sleeves are already rolled, and his tie is loose. At least the smoky makeup is on point.
They don't see Midge because they're busy discussing some corrections to a song. There's not enough time to write and practice a whole set of new songs, many of their tunes at the wedding will be popular things from the radio. But practicing those has taught Jaskier enough to write a few new things that match the local music. With the help of the band, he's found a style that he likes and can call his. Once they agree on the new words, Jaskier sits on a wooden box with his guitar and they start playing the new song from the beginning. Jaskier's lovely voice echoes in the bar and the other musicians (except for the sax player, for obvious reasons) provide backup vocals. They need a bit of practice to reach perfect harmony, but they're still damn good.
“Has he?” she can’t help but ask. So many people tell her that, and perhaps she ought not read into it.
Midge looks in her purse for Susie’s card. “It’s my manager’s card,” she says, “but I’ll put my name on it too.” She takes the pen and writes ‘Mrs. Maisel’ on the card before dropping it in the box. Then, she looks to the guest book. A signature on the previous page draws her attention and she goes back to look at it. “Lenny Bruce has come to one of these before?” she asks. It’s a little surprising, but Lenny is very progressive. This seems right up his alley.
With a little smile, Midge writes a joke and signs with her stage name before following Perdita into the club. “Not at all,” she replies. “Please let me know how I can help.”
Admittedly, she’s here to spy on Jaskier’s rehearsal, and what she sees — and hears — doesn’t disappoint. He’s in the midst of his work, and Midge doesn’t interrupt him, but he looks good and his band doesn’t sound too bad either. She wonders if he wrote the song that he’s singing. If so, it’s clear that some of the popular styles of music from this realm are having an influence on his art.
Midge grins as she listens to him, too distracted to help Perdita with whatever needs to be done.
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I like when you mark me, claim me as your own.
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Getting my cock out now. Do you want to mark it with your pretty lipstick?
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I do, so badly. After you make me come, I’ll get down on my knees for you and lick your cock from base to tip.
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An inflaming promise. My hand closes around my cock while I continue to eat your cunt, feasting on your honey until I get a sugar high.
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My honey is dripping for you, cascading over my thighs as I keep rubbing my clit. Meanwhile, I take your cock slowly into my mouth, pushing it in as deeply as I can before sucking it back out again.
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I groan against your cunt, pushing my cock right into that pretty little mouth of yours. My entire face is wet with your pleasure and I wish I could lick it all. I am addicted to your taste.
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I’m close… once I come, I can concentrate fully on you. Do you want me to come with your cock in my mouth? Tell me how you’re going to push me over the edge.
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I just came. I wish it had been all over your face.
Imagine me moaning around your cock as I come. Now I can concentrate on you. Are you stroking your cock, Jaskier?
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Yes, I am. I haven't even taken my underwear off, I am just stroking myself desperetely, imagining it's your amazing mouth. Would you put your gorgeous tits around it? Leave the tip peeking out for you to lick?
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Im so close
Im gonna fuck your tits
Just thrust into them over and over
Grab them with my hands and squeeze them around my throbbing cock
Can I come all over them Miriam
On your tits and your face
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Yes. Come all over my tits, Jaskier. Only you get to come on the tits and the face of the most gorgeous woman in the room.
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He takes a few seconds to bask in the afterglow before texting her again.
Fuck. That was a good one. The image of you with my seed on your tits is going to haunt me. How am I supposed to go to class with that in my mind?
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When is the art jam?
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This Friday at Elftown. Starts at 6pm, but I'll be there very early since I'll be rehearsing with the band for the wedding. So you can come by whenever you like. Perdita will be at the door, you can drop Susie's business card or yours there.
Oh, before I forget - don't make jokes about Perdita's beard? Or at least, ask first. Dwarves are sensitive about their beards and this world hasn't been kind in that regard.
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Beards aren’t really in style right now, unless you’re very old. Or a rabbi. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.
Even if last night wasn’t ideal, I’m still glad that you came.
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Right now? Midge, I'm quite sure women with beards have never in style around here.
If it made you happy, then it was worth it. And I got to try your brisket, which was indeed amazing.
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Wasn’t aware that Perdita was a woman. Yes, women with beards aren’t considered sideshows in circuses.
It did make me happy, though I could tell that you were holding back. I’m glad you liked the brisket though. I’d be happy to come over and make it for your family.
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Yes, Perdita is a delightful dwarven woman. All dwarves have beards regardless of gender.
I was being a fucking saint until it all went to shit. I believe I get points for trying. Yes, of course! I'll let you know as soon as I find a day that Yennefer isn't too tired - putting the spell on your suitcase will take some energy.
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Like most people here, they won’t be as progressive as you are, but they aren’t bad people. Papa thought you were a great musician.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter as long as everyone can try to get along for the wedding.
Sure. Just let me know.
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When Midge shows up at Elftown on Friday, she'll find Perdita sweeping the reception and setting up a lectern. As Jaskier mentioned, she has a very long beard, but it is nicely braided and has cute beads on it that match her lovely dress.
"Oh, hello," she says when she sees Midge. Her smile is friendly, but she sounds confused. "Are you here for the art jam?" She has trouble believing that - Midge looks like a lady, not like the hippies and alternative artists that usually attend these things. "It starts in a couple of hours."
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Even though she’s been to Elftown before, Midge feels a bit awkward coming a few hours before the event, though she’s nosy and wants to hear Jaskier practice with the band for the wedding. She smiles somewhat awkwardly at the dwarf.
“I am. You must be Perdita. I’m Midge, a friend of Jaskier’s.”
The braid and the beads look cute in her beard, but Midge can only imagine the type of reactions she gets on the street.
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She rushes behind the reception desk and takes out two things: a clear plastic box that she puts on top of the desk, and a guest book that she puts down on the lectern. Perdita goes through a bunch of pages from previous jams to find a clean one, and if Midge pays attention, she'll notice tons of doodles and poems left by artists. When she finally finds the clean page with today's date, she turns to Midge again.
"Business cards on the box. If you don't have any, you can write down your number when you sign the book. It can just be a little message, but--" Suddenly, she looks a bit bashful. "A joke would be welcome too."
Once Midge has signed, Perdita guides her inside. "I'm still setting things up, so I hope you don't mind the mess."
To be fair, it's not that messy - the place is clean, it just needs preparation. Chairs are still on top of the tables, and there are a bunch of boxes with different things: huge paint-stained sheets, ashtrays, chalk in every color, and paint-stained water pots. Jaskier's voice can be heard even before they reach the main area.
"In what world is that a C minus?!"
Perdita shakes her head. "Musicians." But she sounds fond.
The actual mess is on the stage and the floor in front of it: paper. Paper everywhere.
Sheet music, to be exact. With lots of notes, cross out words, and rewritten lyrics. Sometimes they're just paper balls. At least eight different pens. There's a small table in front of the stage, too, filled with empty glasses and snack plates.
On the drums, there's a human man with a mighty mustache and a cigarette problem. A human woman with a pixie cut holds a sax. A lovely elven girl sits at the piano, and the elven boy, who is obviously her twin, sits on a stool with a bass. As for Jaskier... the thing about his meetings with Midge in public so far, is that they were short before they turned into sex. But if Jaskier spends too long at a party or bar, the same thing always happens: the buttons of his collar become annoying. Today isn't the exception: his long jacket is hanging on the microphone stand, his sleeves are already rolled, and his tie is loose. At least the smoky makeup is on point.
They don't see Midge because they're busy discussing some corrections to a song. There's not enough time to write and practice a whole set of new songs, many of their tunes at the wedding will be popular things from the radio. But practicing those has taught Jaskier enough to write a few new things that match the local music. With the help of the band, he's found a style that he likes and can call his. Once they agree on the new words, Jaskier sits on a wooden box with his guitar and they start playing the new song from the beginning. Jaskier's lovely voice echoes in the bar and the other musicians (except for the sax player, for obvious reasons) provide backup vocals. They need a bit of practice to reach perfect harmony, but they're still damn good.
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Midge looks in her purse for Susie’s card. “It’s my manager’s card,” she says, “but I’ll put my name on it too.” She takes the pen and writes ‘Mrs. Maisel’ on the card before dropping it in the box. Then, she looks to the guest book. A signature on the previous page draws her attention and she goes back to look at it. “Lenny Bruce has come to one of these before?” she asks. It’s a little surprising, but Lenny is very progressive. This seems right up his alley.
With a little smile, Midge writes a joke and signs with her stage name before following Perdita into the club. “Not at all,” she replies. “Please let me know how I can help.”
Admittedly, she’s here to spy on Jaskier’s rehearsal, and what she sees — and hears — doesn’t disappoint. He’s in the midst of his work, and Midge doesn’t interrupt him, but he looks good and his band doesn’t sound too bad either. She wonders if he wrote the song that he’s singing. If so, it’s clear that some of the popular styles of music from this realm are having an influence on his art.
Midge grins as she listens to him, too distracted to help Perdita with whatever needs to be done.
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