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suddenly naked meme .

rules .
✗ post your character
✗ tag to others
✗ you are now butt ass naked. have fun.

scenarios .

one. walked in on
oh, hey have you seen my-- never mind, I'll come back later.

two. changing
like walked in on, only part of you is naked and you're not fapping.

three. streaking
oh, you sexual deviant you. you just want to run around with your balls or your titties flapping in the wind.

four. skinny dipping
there's some water and there's you naked in the water.

five. nudist beach
because everyone wants to see everyone else naked.

six. shower
you're now taking a shower with someone.

seven. dream
you know that dream you had where you went to school naked? well like that, except you're doing your entire daily schedule buck ass nude.

eight. free for all
did I miss something? do you just want it to all hang out? whatever, pick your poison.

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I did. But it was lonely, though.

[And boring. Angela hates the boring. He should know that by now.]

Well, I don't want you to be lonely.

[Or bored. Bored Angela isn't a pleasant experience.

He turns his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow.]

Exactly. So you're not going to kick me out of here, are you? I could be very helpful.

[Those hands of hers move down from his shoulders to his chest, where her fingers tap out a random rhythm. Angela's expression reads that she is up to no good again. As usual.]

[They both know she's not going anywhere now that she's here. His hands slip down her back to rest low on her waist.]

Helpful? In getting me clean, or getting me dirty?

One before the other. [Guess which one.] I'm very skilled. You should see my resume.

[In the meantime, she pushes them towards the warmest part of the shower, out of the way of the water, but close enough in the steam.]

[He's unable to resist. This is Angela, after all.]

There's a resume? That sounds a lot less boring than usual...Maybe you could do a dramatic reading sometime. [His hands... might be dipping a little lower.]

[Those hands are free to roam wherever they may. Her legs might be parting on their own accord.]

You want me to read you my resume? I usually like to make a presentation of my skills. Otherwise, it's no different than just reading you a bedtime story.

Bedtime stories can be fun. [He leans in to kiss the tip of her nose, a pretty cutesy gesture given that his hands are now firmly cupping her ass.] But I do like putting things into practice...

You're too old for them, babe. [Her eyes cross slightly as she tries to focus on his face this close to hers, but in the end, she just gives up and pushes forward against him, grinding their hips together.] But what position are you offering me?

[Ha. Position.]

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Mm... [He likes the banter, but it's tough to banter when a lovely naked wet Angela is rubbing against him and the little head is starting to take over.] What position are you angling for? I'm willing to, ah. Negotiate.

Mmm... something from the back? Something where I have somebody else supervise me?

[She knows he loves his control and he gets it all from there. Angela's feeling rather nice tonight, that's all.]

[Yes, he definitely likes that idea. You know just what to say, Ange.]

Hm. That could probably be arranged. [And he leans in for a kiss.]

[The kiss she gives him is deep and loving, soul-searching, almost like he's been gone forever and they've only now been reunited.]

Do I get to call you boss? [More of that banter he's no good at as she reaches down and gives him a gentle tug. Or does she get to call that boss?]

[Yeah, and that kiss isn't doing anything for his ability to think, either. She gives good kiss. The kind of kiss that makes a guy want to stick around and commit himself, yikes.]

Uh, maybe not? [In retaliation, he dips his hand between her thighs.]

[They can talk about that later. Much later because her brain chooses now to short out itself and replace most of her vocabulary with a soft moan.]

Tease...

[He chuckles a little against her skin.] You say that like you haven't been doing the same thing to me... [His other hand pinches her nipple gently.]

Never. I'm totally innocent and... [A gasp.] ...you can't prove differently.

Are you trying to claim... [He slips a finger inside her.] ...that you didn't get into this shower with the express purpose of seducing me? [And he gives her nipple another pinch.]

[Now it's difficult for her to banter with the tables turned, her hand stilling against him and biting her lower lip. She's panting lightly, trembling just slightly around him.]

You needed help.

[Doing something she no longer cares about.]

Did not. [A second finger slips inside her, and his thumb brushes her clit. He wants her to stop talking and start moaning his name, clearly.]

[Arthur clearly doesn't know Angela still nor how stubborn she can be. She may give up control later, but for now, she'll fight him for pleasure.]

Did too.

[They sound immature, but the way her hand sweeps across his cock again, even though it's shaky at best and her toes are beginning to curl from his actions, shows she has a lot of experience.]

Nope. [It's a good thing he likes her - and likes what she does to him. He ducks his head to suck at a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.]

[Some wars are lost on the battlefield, or as it may be in this case, in the shower, and Angela has to concede defeat with a moan once his mouth finds that patch of skin that makes her susceptible to whatever he wants. It's a lowdown dirty move and she knows it, but she taught it to him so there's not much room for her to complain.

Like she can anyway since the only thing slipping past those pretty lips of hers is his name.]

[Of course, the way she says his name makes him want to fuck her silly, so it's probably a draw. Or it would be, if they were in a competition.

Arthur grinds his hips against hers, a hand sliding down to her thigh.]

[Some things are better left until later, like arguing, talking about committing, and competing. Right now, Angela has much better things to do before Arthur gets too far ahead of himself like push his hands away so she can turn her back to him, bracing her hands on the shower wall. Soaking wet hair falls over one shoulder as she glances over the other, smiling wickedly at him.

She's impatient. He better hurry up before she solves her own problems.]