Now I’m tired and bitter. So I’m gonna go.
I have a few people’s replies in my drafts, but like this if I owe you.
I’ll try to be back tomorrow, but I can’t make any promises.
Mercedes writhed, enjoying the feel of his mouth against her neck and his body against hers. She was quickly becoming aroused, and to tease him she started to grind her panty clad mound against the front of his boxers. But when he slapped her breasts, she snapped out of her daze and hissed in pain and surprise. Glaring at him, she trailed her hands down his back before digging her nails in and kissing him roughly. Pain always made her friskier and wetter.
Sam reciprocated her kiss with a little snicker, rocking his hips a little harder as she dug her nails into his back. After a good while of rough kisses, he pulled away to remove his muscle shirt, now only left in his boxers. He threw the shirt to the side before leaning in once more, grabbing her face as he kissed her hungrily, grinding against her mound.
Why do roleplayers constantly feel cold?
Because they’re surrounded by drafts.
"I’ll see what I can find." Three gifts, she thought. One for pain, one for pleasure, and one that could be used for both. "As long as I get to play too."
"Oh, sure." Sam replied with a smirk. "But do keep in mind that I might have a little treat for you as well." He winked.
Elliot nodded gently, making more room on the table quickly as the waitress dropped off Sam’s order. As he gazed at her, the lithe woman leaned back a bit in her seat, playing with the straw in her glass of root beer a moment before turning her attention back to him as he spoke.
"I’m a big fan of town histories. Guess that’s why I’m here too." Elliot offered the other a smile, though she began to wonder just what he was on about. To test the waters, she shifted, leaning forward and smiling teasingly, near playfully. "How ‘bout we find out together? Y’know. Take a lil’ ghost tour around the town." she shrugged, chewing the inside of her lip lazily.
"I mean, unless you’re not into that kinda thing."
Sam picked up a fry and began munching on it as she leaned in with a teasing glint in her manner, offering him to accompany her on her ‘ghost tour.’ Of course, to stir doubt and maybe even to play hard to get, she did give him the alternative.
Once he swallowed his fry, he leaned forward, meeting her gaze with a mischievous smirk and replied. “Count me in.”
"You think so? You don’t think it’s too much?" She did a slow twirl, sticking out her butt a little.
"Oh, no." Sam shook his head promptly, taking the opportunity to check her out. "No, you are perfect."
"Just tell me what you want."
"Well, it wouldn’t mind a new toy." He snickered. "You can use your imagination on that one."
She shivers slightly, her legs wrapping around his waist as they kissed. His body felt good against hers and she couldn’t help but groan when his hands ran down her sides.
Sam moved his lips away from hers, trailing down her neck with bites and kisses as he began to rock his body against her. His hands made their way back up her hips, cupping her breasts in each palm and smacking them.
"Don’t worry Sam, I’ll still get you a present. And it won’t be coal."
"I’ll hold you to that."
"I think I can’t really argue with my place. I have been fairly naughty. Though I’m pretty sure you’ve been naughty too."
"Well, yeah. Wouldn’t be a stretch to say that."
"Do I look alright?"
"I think you look great."