Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke As much as Brooklyn's world and its inevitable fate belonged to Maitreya - in her own mind at least - the expectancy with which the fair-skinned woman beckoned her forth was nothing short of exhilarating, as though the very thought of submitting to her was a sensual taboo in and of itself. She felt her insides groan and bend to her consort's will, melting like chocolate before a flame, and oh how the sweet resultant fluids were now at Brooke's behest, to be tasted, licked, and smeared about her sultry lips. The actress was fading fast, melting away to leave only the heat of her libido, alive in the shimmering brown pools which trained themselves upon every curve of Brooklyn's milky body, and for a brief eternity there became lost. At the head of her voluptuous frame their eyes met again, and Maitreya's lips birthed a lustful grin. With a stride both aimed and measured, she closed the space between them, shedding layers of clothing as she went. Like breadcrumbs marking the way back to the door - an exit which could not have been further from her mind - lay first the woollen sweater, and then trim black tank top which once removed revealed a sleek upper body, pinched delicately between her gently curving hips and narrow chest. She paused only to bend gracefully forward and slip her dainty feet from her leather ankle boots, tossing her socks away into the ether, and on she went, an unrestrained excitement dancing in her eyes and in the upturned corners of her lips. Slim fingers slid down the flat of her stomach and deftly popped open the button of her jeans the zipper came down and then she was playfully swaying her hips, pushing the jeans down in a joyous, impromptu striptease. She did love the attention such a lascivious dance wrought for her after all, an actress needs an audience, and though the act had been for the moment forgotten about, the joy it brought her was habitual and deeply engrained. They hit the floor and the Queen of Seduction stepped away from them, cocking her hips to the side as she reached up and behind her, her back arching slightly and emphasising every alluring curve of her smoky, deep-deep-bourbon skinned body. When her hands fell once more to her sides, her bra fell with them, her shoulders rolling forward, straps slipping down her upper arms and dropping away from her round, perky C-cups, and with a final forward step she fell upon Brooke. The kiss of smooth, warm flesh upon flesh was coupled with the embrace of eager lips, tongues falling to a now-familiar dance as Treya channelled her passions through a kiss, deep and sensual. With both hands she cupped the other's face and ground herself upon her thigh, the heat of her loins felt through the thin, black lace panties which were all that she had failed to remove. Thick and voluminous, the waves of her dark hair fell down around Brooklyn's face and tickled the tops of her shoulders, Maitreya's left hand skirting down her body to grip the back of one thigh and pull it towards her, pressing her own thigh firmly into Brooke's groin as her hips rolled forwards and back, forwards and back. Mmmph... you are so sexy , Brooklyn... Treya's voice was steeped in lust, her hand trailing back up along the other woman's body, delighting in the sensation of her warm flesh beneath her palm, her thumb teasing its way across the nipple of Brooke's right breast. Her lips found the curve of her neck, coursed it with the tip of her tongue and her breath fell hot and heavy upon her ear. Fuck me like one of your college girls, she teased, her voice low and sensual, before she drew her head back to smile and caress Brooke's face with her hand. Perhaps the bedroom was the only place one could have hoped to reach an equal footing with Maitreya, for here all her games were forgotten here, the only rule was held by unbridled lust, and in that respect, there was not a hair between the two women. Treya pressed forward again, felt the intertwining of their legs, felt their bodies press together from their hips to their breasts, and a deep moan of pleasure welled in her chest and sounded in her throat. Outside, dark storm clouds were building and rain began to patter softly upon the windows. Soon it would grow heavier and in the distance thunder would sound across the heavens, but that was another world for tonight, Treya's world was Brooke, and Brooke's was Treya.