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

It felt like the first kiss in a long time, for some strange reason she couldnt quite understand really, it had been less than a week since the last time she was batting tongues with a young woman on the local varsity lacrosse team, she was strong and stalwart but like many before her, by the end of the night Brooklyn had her squirming and reeling with a finger in her ass and teeth nipping at the bundle not far from it. Brooklyn was a predator when it came to these things, she never took advantage of course, far from it, everything was exclusively left to consenting adults and entirely friendly by nature. but, but Brooklyn also, above most things, couldnt help but be entirely thrilled and satiated by the inexplicably unmatched catharsis that could be provided by submission at her fingertips. Brooklyn had spent so many years oppressed and living under the whims of Jacquelyn that she felt entirely powerless by her side by the end the only thing that kept enjoyable was the sex, so of course it was easy to use that as a bench mark for comparison, a bench mark to begin her great escape from the bondage of self imposed from without, imposed from Jacquelyn. Jacquelyn took all power, so when she was exchanging flesh she did what she could to assert all power she had at her command. still, Maitreya felt like an equal and opposite force and in that a force of nature, a force to be fucked with to fuck, not to be fucked with rather, she could be poetry in motion but Brooklyn liked to think more like spoken word, she was too calm, cool, eloquent but capable of the blunt reprise and joyous highs, poetry was and could only be one side of her beauty, the supple honeyed wind that carried her in what followed was what had set Brooke aflame, kept her stoking the fire. The fire mentioned, hot as it was, felt all the more so in contrast to the chill in the air, the saliva on their lips instantly cooled with each gust, only to return tepid with the next caress or brush of lips. She refused to whine when it came to a close but the way her lips moved once, just once, when they were separated showed she wasnt ready for it like her body spoke for her without minds consent, mind already in the moment after, body not allowing itself to catch up. Only if Im around to enjoy it, She said possessively, another omission without consent but no apologies made for the suggestion eyes narrowed, lips straightening out, she might have looked angry if it wasnt so painfully clear she was dying for more, if it wasnt so painfully clear the pensive sort of expression was just her sorting out exactly how far and how fast they could go together. Mines five minutes up the street on the edge of the village, Ill catch my tab tomorrow Jill doesnt send Jane over to rough me up till Im a couple hundred deep. She wasnt thinking about the money, it was a rehearsed joke like shed said it so many times she forgot to inflect for effect, forgot to add any levity, it was all serious business she seriously wanted Maitreya and there was no stopping it, no holding it back. Brooklyn didnt ask, she told, there was the option for Maitreya to say no of course, Brooklyn was sure she wouldnt. Her arm hooked around the woman, starting to walk her, shed steal any opportunity for a kiss on the way, to feel her form under the thick sweater that accented her curves in all the right places, a moments refuge from the autumn air in a doorframe or bus stop, a quick dip at the corner of an alley to taste her lips again or nip her neck, she didnt care, the public be damned she was lost to it all, lost to the moment, lost to Maitreya, lost to her own most base desires for escape and one of three ways she knew how to get it. As Maitreya had said, Hopefull, Desperate, - whatever the fuck else it was all true.