Call me, call me any, anytime!

[buckingham]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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heckk

[encollar]

[ ... well, she can pretty much tell this isn't meant for her. but it's entertaining regardless. ]

Oh, is that what you're into?
Bondage with a whip is a new one. You could say it's two kinks tied into one.
What exactly did I say to provoke such a treat?

lenooooore <3 1/2

[verunandesu]

That is NOT what I meant Trevor Belmont and you know it.

2/2

[verunandesu]

Shit.

[encollar]

No no, keep going. Let's role play. Pretend I am Belmont.
Now how exactly would you punish me with my own whip, mistress?
If that's something he'd say. Maybe it should be.

[verunandesu]

[Well damn. It is tempting to vent; Trevor is driving her UP THE WALL right now. Surely there will be no repercussions for this, right?]

If you were Trevor, and he you did continue with your idiotic behaviour, I might get up early and tie your hands to the bedpost with your own ridiculously long whip, and not let you free until you apologized for being rude and ignorant.

I doubt he would ever call me mistress...

[encollar]

[ ooh, this is juicy. who knew that those two humans had such an active sex life? then again, to long-lived species like lenore, humans may as well be like livestock. maybe only good for breeding.

not like she can say much, though. ]

Would you like him to?
Maybe after waking up in bewilderment and trying to struggle my way out of the binds, flexing nice and shirtlessly, cursing at you and then pleading for you to let me go, loath to apologize and enjoying this just a biiit too much, still holding out on calling you mistress... maybe I, or he, would be just as stubborn as you are, hm?

[verunandesu]

That sounds like him. You are too good at this, whoever you are.

[Sypha hesitates, enjoying the word-painting a bit too much. She does enjoy it when Trevor is shirtless. The thought of him pleading with her - she likes that word, maybe a bit too much - is satisfying a small, vicious part of her soul that she didn't know she had. So she types the next bit out a little hurriedly, trying not to think of repercussions as she presses the button to send it.]

I think I would, yes. He always will give in to me eventually.

ahh sorry for erratic tags 0':

[encollar]

[ she has some intel on those humans who'd and defeated dracula because, come on, vampire hunters of that caliber attract the attention of bloodsuckers like her. she's a diplomat, but she also likes to collect info.

that, and she's a pervert. ] Always, huh? So you're the one in charge in the relationship?
I bet you love to boss around a big strong musclehead like him.
Imagine having him at your mercy, from the moment he wakes in confusion tied up in bed, as he struggles and discovers exactly what kind of entanglement he's trapped in, struggling but loath to say please and not only lose the game, but also end it.
Say, just out of curiosity. Does Belmont sleep shirtless and pantless? I bet he would.

np!

[verunandesu]

[Oh. Oh. Oh. Sypha tries to stop herself imagining Trevor like that since it is impairing her ability to think critically about exactly who is on the other end of this text chain.]

Of course I am the one in charge.

But we do not
...
I have never

It depends upon the weather. He is a very warm man.

[Wait ... 'Belmont'? She did accidentally give whoever-this-is Trevor's name at the beginning, but 'Belmont' makes her think of Alucard. In his tones.]

Who is this?

[encollar]

Aw, is my identity really that important?
Or, could it be, are you more interested in tying me up than your... warm man?

[verunandesu]

[There is a long silence. Sypha tries frantically to think of who this mystery texter might be, but she is failing fairly spectacularly. Her only lead - a guess, really - of Alucard is not viable since she has his number saved in her phone. And she does not really know anyone else with ... such imagination.]

It is. I prefer warm bodies.

[encollar]

[ funnily enough, so does she. ] Is that so. Or have you never had an encounter with a cold lover?

[verunandesu]

[A small voice in the back of Sypha's brain is telling her to just quit texting already, but she needs to have the last word. This person has made her extremely uncomfortable.]

I could not love someone cold.