Interactive Insanity: What Do You Do?

[Cowgurlhat]

Wink in return.
Remove shirt.

(Pull out Polish to English dictionary)

 

[Jett_73]

'Stuff it', you think, 'the shirt's ruined already'. You hear the sound of a few seams ripping as you hastily strip your shirt and fling it to the ground.

Janek's hand moves toward your chest, but you bat it away playfully and push him firmly back against the wall.

"Stay", you tell him as you open the shower screen and flick the mixer to get the hot water running.

You are conscious of his eyes on you as you remove your stockings. You suddenly realise that you are undressing in a room with two - rather dangerous - strangers you met only an hour ago. Your hand pauses on the zip of your skirt.

'What the hell am I doing!?'

WDYD?

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[Cowgurlhat]

See what they are doing.

 

[Jett_73]

You turn to look at Janek as you wonder whether you should just run for it or stay and have fun. He's standing on one leg taking the boot off the other foot. His shirt is already off and the action accentuates his lithe, muscular form. He glances up at you and grins as he swaps legs.

You poke your head out into the bedroom to see Anastacia lounging on her back on the bed. She blows a column of thin blue smoke towards the ceiling. Long fingers with near-perfect nails hold the cigarette suspended over an ashtray on the bedside table.
Her red hair is splashed riotously over the pillow.

She too has taken off her shirt but for more practical reasons. It's bundled up under the other shoulder. A thin ribbon of blood is seeping slowly from the wound to soak into the dark fabric of the shirt rather than the crisp white hotel linen.

Shirt off, her torso is naked and you are arrested by how provocative her casual lounging is. One leg is propped up, the other stretched out. Her dark jeans are undone and it looks like her other hand could be ...

You gulp.

A finger traces down your spine and Janek murmurs huskily in your ear.

"Podobnie jak to, co widzisz?"

WDYD?

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Find hairbrush.
Join her on bed.

 

[Jett_73]

Find hairbrush.
Join her on bed.

(hmm, which plot option here I wonder? )

 

[Jett_73]

You decide the shower can wait.

Besides, you're already wet. (Bwahahahaha)

You saunter over to the bed and Anastacia's eyes flick towards you. Other than that, she remains absorbed in her activity. On the way past the desk you collected the hairbrush from top of your bag (it having magically appeared despite not being in your earlier inventory list).

You lay down beside her, being very careful not to jostle her shoulder. Gently you start detangling her red mane.

Preoccupied, you are startled when she grabs your wrist. With a wild look in her eyes, she says,

"Daj mi pędzel. Teraz!"

WDYD?

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Examine room.

 

[Jett_73]

Anastacia wrenches the brush out of your hand with fingers slick with her own juices. She inserts the handle of the brush into herself and releases a low animalistic moan.
Her back arches and you see the tension in her muscles as she reaches the peak of her pleasure. Her nipples, a dusky rose, stand out proudly from her breasts.

It is an odd feeling being in such close proximity to a blazing climax, yet not actively engaged in the mechanism of its generation. You are aware of a similar disconnect within your own body - a growing need of your own but also a dispassionate objectivism.

You glance around the room. Janek is slouching against the doorway to the ensuite. His eyes fixed on Anastacia and evidence of his interest in proceedings bulging the front of his pants.

WDYD?

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Kiss her breast.
Use lips, tongue, teeth.

 

[Jett_73]

Unable to help yourself you fasten your mouth around Anastacia's erect nipple. Her pink bud is firm and ripe under your tongue and you can't resist and sharp little bite.

It's like throwing a switch.

Anastacia's back arches and she emits a scream of ecstasy. Her free hand reaches up to push down on the back of your head, forcing more of her breast into your mouth. More moans accompany your efforts as she rides down the waves of her orgasm.

Finally, she collapses limp as a marionette whose strings have been severed. The hand on your head gently strokes your hair. The other gently lifts your chin from her breast. She traces around your lips with fingers wet with her fluids. The smell is intoxicating and you feel your own muscles contract with desire.

WDYD?

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[PlayfulLittle1]

I catch her finger between my teeth and stare up into her face for a moment before closing my lips around the knuckle and sucking softly, rhythmically. My tongue flicks the pad of her finger as I savor the taste of her.

My hand slides silently up to carress her other breast, the stiff peak of her nipple hard against the center of my palm.