Thread: The Darker Side of Life (LadyYunaFFX2 & littlerooster's 1x1)

Shania Whitewater During the night, Shania had a rare occurrence. To be more exact, she actually had a dream for once in her life. And though she never saw an exact figure, a deep masculine voice was constantly talking dirty to her. She heard terms like 'good girl', 'slut', 'whore' and more. She never really saw herself in the dream much. But Shania definitely heard. Oh yes. Her ears had no doubt picked up on how she had reacted to everything. Needless to say, she'd whimpered, whined, moaned .. given any and every possible erotic sound that existed to this man. It hadn't seemed to matter what he asked of her, the result was always the same. In the end, no matter how hesitant she may have been, Shania had cried out in delight and - somehow - reached a climax. As the last scenario played in her head, the Native American woke up with a start. Heavy pants left her lips and after taking a few minutes to fully wake up, she felt her jeans were soaked. Her cheeks darkened and sure enough, after feeling in between her legs, the young woman noted it was indeed arousal and her own juices. She had literally gotten off despite all the mysterious factors which had remained with the dream. Her head shook slowly in disbelief as she stood up. Holy hell ... She murmured, tossing the dirty jeans and panties into a nearby hamper. Walking towards a drawer, she pulled out a new pair of each article of clothing she'd just discarded. Slipping each on, Shania then pulled her laptop in front of her. It appeared in her exhaustion, she hadn't bothered logging out. In fact, after refreshing the role play site, she saw there was a new message. And while it could have been from anyone, no. It was still from Ethan. Her heart raced and skipped several beats as she opened and read it. The first line had particularly gotten her attention and made her pulse quicken. Master Ethan, I look forward to our meeting. Rules should be no problem, in terms of following. More or less, yes. Attempted but .. the fact it still happened is what matters, I realize. Back then, I was more terrified. I never really knew of BDSM, domination, or anything of the like so ... I can't say I did. I don't tend to think on 'what-ifs' that aren't likely to happen, honestly. And given I didn't have anyone I really liked back then .. it wouldn't have been possible to fantasize on anyone else. However, I don't view that in the same light as what we're about to do. There's a difference in wanting something or not. And this is something we both desire. I won't try to lie I'm a bit nervous. But there's more anticipation and excitement over the anxious feelings swimming through me. I've ... never given a head job. Going off how I've used the term of seen some women act like a slut, I'd have to say something along the lines of a woman who'll part her legs easily - or do any sexual act for that matter - for any man, with little to no questions. But that's another thing I'm not 100 certain on myself. For my second question ..... What did you think of my appearance when you saw the picture of me? -Apache The new inquiry had been what had taken the longest to think of, truthfully. But aside from that, the letter had felt otherwise natural and easy to reply to. It terrified and amazed her even more. She really was liking every second of this back and forth exchange. And the reassurance that Ethan would soon be coming over in person added onto all she was feeling. A shaky hand pressed Send and her mind began to race with her heart once again. While it was true she didn't often think of 'what-ifs', this was something that she had a feeling was going to actually happen. Despite having only read words and not actually spoken to this Ethan yet, she could almost hear his voice while reading his messages. And his voice held a firm yet very determined tone to it. When Ethan wanted something ... he ensured - one way or another - that he got it. The thought made her shudder as she got up to her feet once again. Sneaking a glance over at her clock, she saw it to be a bit after nine in the morning. While she would wait for Ethan to reply, the Native American headed into the kitchen and began grabbing breakfast a quick bowl of cereal to be exact. So what if it was simple? It was sometimes the less complex things in life that were better or at least that was how Shania viewed certain things. Food could be included as such. Carefully holding the bowl in both hands after grabbing a spoon, she walked into her room once again and began to eat while waiting.