First impressions gone bad.

[moosejuice]

FILTHY FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Look at that guy over there. Real fast, tell me the first thing that comes to mind. Go!

Oh my God, wait, no, don't tell me. DON'T TELL ME.

ONE. Top level with your character and limits, prefs, comfort levels, etc.

TWO. Because other characters are going to comment (possibly forced) their nastiest, horniest, thirsty-ass, down-bad, FERAL first thoughts about them. Straight, no chaser. And definitely no filter, no sir. We're wild.

THREE. Can you feel the absolute chaos in the studio today?

Comments

[malibu_farmboy]

Oh I think you know the answer to that. The rest depends on how many more details you want me to go into.

I will say that I'd like to see that same lip-biting look on your face as I strip naked and climb on top of you in bed as you wonder what part of you I'll ravage with my mouth and tongue first.

So yes, I'm imagining quite a bit more.

[phuo]

( The heat pulsing at the depths of her grows hungrier still, and Novem responds by crossing her legs as she perches on her desk, arms folded and pressing her breasts tight against one another.

She can hardly say these kinds of things... can she? The thought of speaking her latent fantasies into existence makes her squirm, her flush spilling down her throat as she presses her lips together. )

So... you would have me lain out like your own personal feast? I imagine I would be held in place somehow, is that it?

( It's a bit of a roundabout way of confessing what she wants, but still. )

[malibu_farmboy]

Hmmm. Now you're talking.

Feast, you say...as if I couldn't just eat you up here and now.

Admittedly I hadn't thought of bondage, but my imagination is adaptable. I'm sure I could bind you to my bed using silk scarves, rope, leather belts, or handcuffs depending on the aesthetic you'd like.

After all, in my fantasy, you are screaming with passion and pleasure.

[phuo]

( Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she lifts a hand to her shirt's buttons, flicking the collar open, popping the buttons one by one until she reveals the mounds of her cleavage and the edge of her fine lace bra. )

Am I? ( Her gaze can't quite meet his yet, her tone far softer and more hesitant than her actions. ) What name will I be crying out?

[malibu_farmboy]

*He leans over next to her, not so that she'll have to make eye contact, but so that he can plant a teasing kiss to her jaw, gently tug at her earlobe with his teeth and then whisper into her ear*

I'm Jim....

*His hand gently glides down her neck and over her chest, trailing over her breast*

So, why are your clothes still on?

[phuo]

( As first moves go, it's a welcome one, as seen by the way Novem tips her head and makes a soft noise of pleasure. She licks her lips as his fingers trace the soft skin of her chest. )

I don't like to rush.

( This may not always be true, but at this moment, with this man, it is. She wants to savour his reaction to every inch of her, wants to watch his expression change as she takes the knife on her desk to the slit of her pencil skirt and splits the fabric open, revealing a little more of her thighs. )

[malibu_farmboy]

*He stares fascinated as she slits her own skirt open. For a seemingly shy woman, she seems to have some wildness and danger to her after all, which will make bedding her all the more exciting. He bites his lip as her thigh emerges from her skirt. Kneeling down, he brushes his cheek against her knee, softly pressing his lips against her leg and trailing them up along the ever growing slit in her skirt, until his mouth begins to play along the top of her thigh.*

Mmmmm...

*He murmurs softly as he leaves a teasing kiss and a flick of his tongue near the inside edge of her thigh...a promise of what's soon to come.*