don't know, don't tell

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Stranger Sex Meme

You don't know the person -- whether you've never tagged them or you're retconning all cr, this person has never spoken to you before. But all you really want to do is fuck.



Scenes:

1. Back Alley - Just met them, no time, well here, have a back alley.

2. Picked Up at a Bar - Well you could go home or you could fuck in the bathroom.

3. Club - Grinding against someone is kind of like sex. Why not go all the way?

4. School/ Uni - Under the bleachers, in an empty classroom? Maybe you arrived to be tutored and there's only one person in the library?

5. Job - At work and just met a hot client? New at the job and want to blow the boss? Well the freezer at your job might not work so well, but you can try.

6. Blind Date - Set up on a date somewhere, you hit it off, and bam! Sex.

7. Gloryhole/ Sex on Purpose - You went somewhere specific to have stranger sex.

8. Out and About - Doing your menial tasks and you met someone you just really want to pick up. Totally the 'other' catagory.

You know the deal:
-Post your character/ preferences.
-Post around.
-Profit.

Comments

[cater]

[Nothing more needs to be said. Lucy is fine with this arrangement, and she clearly doesn't care about using people. Not when the understanding is mutual. It's better that way. She won't even have to slip out of his flat in the morning.

They slip out the back door, and it's clear they've both been back here a time or two.]

[i_favour_you]

[he looks around, and nods to a place hidden behind a rubbish bin. Hardly the most romantic of places, but if either of them wanted romance, they wouldn't have come here.

He tries to work her out. An unusually pretty girl to seek out such unpleasant couplings. She could easily have married wealthy or become a model or anything but this. He turns to face her.]

You look young.

[cater]

[She doesn't object to where he takes her, hands already working at his shirt. For a moment she looks up at him.]

Maybe I am. [Age is pretty relative. And if that was what he wanted, she doesn't object to that either. He can think whatever he wanted of her.]

[i_favour_you]

[He doesn't stop her as she works at his shirt, revealing the tattoo at his shoulder and the hair on his chest. He doesn't respond by undressing her, not yet.]

You're not that young, though. No fear at being caught with someone much older than you.

[cater]

Except I wouldn't be the one getting in trouble. Society never blames the girl. [She says this offhanded with a smirk. Her eyes catch the tattoo, and it's not something she expected. Lucy's hands fall to his hips.]

You shouldn't try figuring me out. There's nothing to tell.

[i_favour_you]

Maybe it's part of the game.

[Sex is generally a relatively repellant activity, but she is attractive enough, and her hands are warm on his hips. He takes a step forward, maneuvering her up against the wall.]

[cater]

[She's smaller against him, easily pushed up against the wall. Letting out a breath, her hands move to his shoulders now. She seems pleased with how things are going.]

I'm just a girl you met at a bar who you're going to fuck. That's the game.

[i_favour_you]

[He finds his lips twitch up into a small smirk at this response. She's very no-bullshit about this. So long as things turn out well, he might go so far as to get her number for future relieving-of-sexual-issues.

He lowers his hands down to the hem of her dress and traces them up her thigh.]

Sort of game where everyone wins.

[cater]

[She can feel his hands move up, revealing her stockings and garter. Eyes staying on his, there's a grin. She wants more already.]

It's the only game I play.

[i_favour_you]

[Oh, that's a good grin. He grins in return and leans forward to kiss the side of her neck as his hands play over her garter straps.

There's a lovely little thrill in here, right here. Because there's the possibility that they could be spotted, that they could be seen, and while that doesn't really create any sort of physical stimuli, it does create a lovely little psychological thrill that Holmes rather enjoys.]

[cater]

[She leans her neck back, exposing it to him. She's pliable in his hands, moving as he sees fit. It isn't that she can't be more controlling, but her size gives way to submission, and she doesn't mind that as well. Her hands flex up his back, needing to touch more. One leg opens wider to brace up against his hip.

There's always a thrill in all of this, in the position, in the back alley. She's exposing herself to him, and absolutely loving it.]

[i_favour_you]

[Holmes always acts as a submissive to the prostitutes he brings home. It feels good to let go, to not have to be in control. He doesn't mind taking control here, though. They both need the release, and he'd rather not worry about giving up control in a situation this dangerous.

She braces her leg against his hip and he nips at her neck, riding her skirt up higher so he can run his hand over her buttock.]

[cater]

[She bites her lip, feeling her dress around her waist as his hand moved over her bottom. Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, Lucy pressed her hips to his, needing some sort of friction.]

[i_favour_you]

[She presses her hips against his, and he lets out a low groan in the back of his throat. Yes, this is good. Right now.

He moves one hand to his pocket, reaching for a condom.]

[cater]

[He seems to get her cue, and thank god. There's nothing worse than a guy who is insistent on foreplay when all she wants is to get fucked. If she wanted to come from being stinulated, she had a vibrator that worked just fine.

When he moved back, she kept herself in that position. He would need to at least pick up one of her legs, but she kept her legs spread, a hand already working her panties down to her knees.]

[i_favour_you]

[Good, she was on the same lines as he was. He was rather irritated with women who thought that there had to be some sort of massive leadup to sex. No, they couldn't always get aroused as quickly as a man could, but did that mean they had to make some sort of a deal about it? It was all fluids and noises anyway.

He unbuckles his trousers and tears open the foil of the condom with his teeth as she works her knickers down her legs.

Before he moves to put the condom on, though, he finds himself suddenly acutely aware of their surroundings. Of a large black car sitting at the opposite end of the alleyway.]

Did you order an escort?

[cater]

[She can feel the want, the anticipation rising as soon as he ripped the condom open. She licks her lips, bracing herself on the wall. Taking a slow breath, she turns her head though when he mentions it. No, that isn't from her.]

It's not from me. [But she makes no move to hide either.]