like it's hard?

[liltuna]

guess my kink.

don't look now, but somebody slapped a button on you that reads "GUESS MY KINK." good thing Bakerstreet never backs down from any clashes of wits...and a chance to humiliate and be horny at the same time.

how do you do?
- comment with your info + prefs.
- replies will try to "match the kink to the face;" aka, they'll try and guess your character's kink/fetish.
- absolute madness reigns from here on out.
- this meme cannot be held liable for any fuckery, of the highest degree or otherwise.

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[juniorvarsitycap]

I won't hurt you.

[A promise he hopes he can keep.

She's definitely nervous and so is he, but they'll figure this out together. His hands reach for the hem of her slip of a shirt and moves to take if off her.]

I should get those cuffs.

[immaterialgirl]

... I'm not fragile, John. Don't have to be too careful.
[and she's been in such excruciatingly constant levels of pain for most of her life, her tolerance is fairly blown at this point. she just never imagined her body being able to feel anything but

because she never imagined anyone would have the interest or patience to peel back all these layers, figuratively and very much literally as she raises her arms so he can peel the last one away. her skin is remarkably smooth, unscarred despite a lifetime in such a profession. she looks so deceptively healthy for a woman suffering, until she flickers. more from the rush of cold air against her exposed nipples.]

Yeah, probably, or this is going to be a little... tough.

[juniorvarsitycap]

[He has to get up now to get the cuffs, because if he waits much longer he won't be able to leave her. Taking the opportunity while he's up, he takes off the rest of his costume, leaving him in his underwear only. Then he's back beside her, setting the cuffs to the side for now, then turns his attention back toward her.

He draws her in for another kiss. A hand goes back to her breast, kneading the flesh gently as his mouth continues down her neck.]

[immaterialgirl]

[it's difficult not to protest when he does get up despite agreeing that he should, the temporary loss of contact at least satisfied by watching him strip further down. she doesn't even have to pretend that she's not looking, the way she used to steal side glances at him. now it's with rather open desire.

she wants him badly, knows where all this is meant to be heading because she might be inexperienced but she's not completely clueless. but is still so uncertain of all the steps in between to get there. she hates going into things unprepared, without a full plan. but at least she trusts John enough to follow along with his lead. for once. funny how much things have changed between them.

the kiss is sweet, the taste of him lingering on her lips as his mouth works downwards and she tilts her head back to expose more of her neck to him. she shivers, though not from the cold this time. her skin feels so overly sensitive to touch as it is, not used to direct contact at all and certainly not something as pleasant as this, the squeezing of her breast earning a bit of a surprised gasp.

she almost forgets she has hands of her own for a moment, before wrapping arms around John, fingertips exploring the broad expanse of his back, cupping at his shoulder blades. she flickers in and out again, as she loses her focus.] You're so warm... and smell so good...