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

Shania Whitewater After swallowing the last drops of milk from her bowl, Shania saw the PM notification arrive. Her cheeks reddened upon 'My Apache'. It held quite the significant meaning behind it. While it definitely symbolized and suggested he was referring to her in a Master - Servant way, there was also a very sensual and erotic tone behind it. And somehow .. that made her happy. Not to say she'd forgotten the nervous feelings, oh gods no. But after seeing such a greeting, it made her feel all the more better about having arranged and met Ethan. Her mind had gone from wondering if this had been the correct choice to knowing it had been Placing the now empty bowl on the mantle beside her, she pulled up an empty Word Pad, highlighted his rules, copied and pasted them all and then finally saved the document to her laptop. Giving the guidelines another brief look over, Shania then went to the PM once again. A smile actually crossed her face, something she didn't do often according to her friends and family. Master Ethan, Yes, completely agreed. Most of the clothing I already have. But I will need to get boots that are knee high. With every PM we exchange, I feel myself becoming more and more ... excited on all we're planning. There's still that small part of me that's curious and a bit ... nervous. But steadily those feelings continue to disappear. It's ... not your fault regarding my past incident. It's honestly why I'm still a virgin. Too many have been hasty to jump right to sex, thinking almost nothing of how I feel on the matter. But thank you all the same, if for nothing else the reassurance of your words. I ... intend to do my best. I was usually a fast learner in school. Hopefully I haven't lost my touch, as it were. It really is. This world is honestly full of intriguing terms. But some of the ones that get the most attention tend to be linked to sex or sexual acts somehow. Or at least that's what I've noticed. From what I've noticed, no one seems to have a concrete idea on the definition of terms like 'slut'. It tends to be whatever they deem it as. I understand. However, I didn't grow up learning many former traditions of the Apache. I was raised in a Catholic environment, actually. I do still practice some of the traditions, Lent being a huge one. But I can't say I follow every single routine a typical Catholic is supposed to. I'm .. flattered. No one's told me that. Rather, no one's said that and genuinely meant it. I know we haven't spoken to one another. But my gut instinct .. is hinting to trust the words, to know that somehow, they're not lies. It's dangerous and a hell of a risk, usually, simply because this is online. It's the easiest way to lie. But ... I still feel content, safe even, when typing to you. .... Does that make me sound loose to say such things? Even though we haven't known one another for more than one and a half days? I've been asking myself that every now and again, literally trying to self-diagnose myself. I'm .. pretty certain the answer is no. This is all very new and foreign to me. With any luck, it'll be easier to get used to with time. Oh no. That wasn't too much at all. If anything, I appreciate the honesty. It's a nice change of pace as opposed to the deception so many other males have tried to use against me in the past. If anything, I wish they'd just been truthful from the get-go. But .. you really can't always get what you want. I've already learned that the hard way in life before. -Apache A low but very content sigh left her lips as she hit the Send button. Slight hints of disbelief flooded the young woman once again. How was this happening? How was she finding herself to like this man so damn much? And they hadn't even done anything sensual yet. All they had done was merely plan it out, step by step. No one had ever began to make Shania feel like this before. Minimizing the browser, she glanced over the rules and steps he had requested of her. After a brief double check, she did note it would only be the boots that would need to be bought. That ... could be done. Unless, of course, he had to leave soon then she could step away from her keyboard without giving him the impression she was ignoring him. Taking advantage of the fact she had to wait once again, Shania pushed herself off the bed, hurried to the kitchen and re-entered her room, eagerly awaiting Ethan's reply.