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

Brooklyn shivered slightly, goose bumps stippling their way up her forearms and the small of her back her shirt wasnt even off yet either. Her eyes closed briefly, twitching as if her pupils danced behind them at the delight that came from fingernails digging into her skin she wasnt exactly a masochist and by most standards she remained in control entirely when it came to sexual exchanges but something about nails gracing her skin, tugs in her hair, nips at her lobes and nape could drive her wild in the most encompassing of varieties. She groaned slightly, eyes sliding back open to train on Maitreya engorged upon the sight of her somber skin and the glow cast upon it on low light within her home. Maybe it wasnt so easy to say she wasnt dangerously attracted to her from the very moment she set eyes upon the exotic beauty she possessed with staid command but with each one in passing it became impossible not to say she was any less than addicted now like a fine aged bourbon her boon both soothed and stung. Maybe that was why women, booze and cigarettes all coincided so conductively in her world. -she always did enjoy a slap much more if led and followed by a stroke. The universe, fate, things so infinite in profound implication far and wide meant near nothing to her and held little to no bearing over this moment all that existed in her mind was her, Maitreya and the undeniable desire splicing them together. Once again their lips were crashing into one and other, tongues entwining only to unravel and dart once again, Brooklyns head would incline slightly, hand raising to capture the side of her velveteen partners face for a possessive caress only to retreat and help her remove the shirt that separated their blistering hot skin. She once again shivered this time due to the cold unlike last before capturing Maitreyas lips once again groaning passionately as her hand found the fly of her jeans then she paused, swallowing hard the gap between the frigid step and her warm bed seemed entirely too far to cross entirely nude, besides, she was sure the minute Maitreya and her were both stark shed be unable to stop herself from worshipping every last inch of the eastern goddesss composure. Regretfully she pulled away, hesitating, almost like now that they were finally beginning the idea of stopping if only for a second was egregiously distressing, she had no seductive grin she reserved for young women to cover her reluctance up. The hand left her crotch and rose to her chest, tracing along her stomach to perch just below her swollen womanly chest the two pale, almost sallow orbs resting atop her arm in a practiced sort of pose as her other arm reached behind her back and found the clasp of her bra the straps jumping forward from over her shoulders and between her ribs and arms to release her DD, not at all perky natural breasts. It was a measure she always took when taking off her bra, in her mind there was nothing sexy about how they escaped without a little graceful aid in the transition. She bent at the knee slightly and curled herself around after one final peck on Maitreyas cheek and a nip of her neck letting the bra fall to the floor in a blind moment. As she turned to face the bedroom as it were, back to Treya, she swayed her hips reaching down once again to the fly of her jeans to set them free, behind, just like her breasts vuluptious and developed, she was a lot of things internally and many may argue arrested in emotional development but she certainly had the body of a woman from toe to brow, the thick sort of curves whos allure was almost lost entirely to society over the years something she was guilty of falling in the trappings of it seemed the way she turned at all the right moments and did not face when shedding the next articles of her clothing not till her head turned slightly with the agonizingly long tug of the elastic holding her hair up. Long brunette locks poured down her back as eyes pouring with lust and the purpose to see it realized once again found Treya Well? an expectant invitation to join her as she found her kingsized bed and the sea of goose down duvets and jersey knit sheets, jeans, a simple black department store bra, t-shirt, jacket, wedges and any shred of restraint she commanded laying in ribbons on the polished cement floor around Maitreya.