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Happy Solstice, Lucy Lovers! To celebrate the holiday season, we have a special treat planned for you tomorrow! Stay tuned!
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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny. (OP)
summary: being the mclaren admin, you’re quite close with the papaya boys, one more than the other…
note: never had a redhead/strawberry blonde fc, but i love red hair, so this is for all my redhead/strawberry blonde babes 😗 also this seems short :( i’m sorry, ill try to post again in a few!
based on this idea i had a while back -> post link
fc: bella anderson (bellaanderrson on insta)
pairing: oscar piastri x mclaren admin!fem reader
type: smau
warnings: very slight suggestive comment, not bad tho
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for all posts! ^
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y/n.user: media day vibes + a photo kika insisted i include 😐
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francisca.cgomes: you look so pretty❤️🤗
↳ y/n.user: you looking in a mirror? bc yes you are
f1updates: favorite posts from the best admin in f1 🙏
oscarpiastri: look at me on that scooter
↳ y/n.user: scootah 🦘🇦🇺
↳ oscarpiastri: if you and lando could stop making fun of me now
↳ landonorris: you know we never will mate
papayaedits81: brooo, i love this trio sm :’)
user3: she’s too pretty to be stuck with these men ugh
↳ user6: you mean the hottest men on earth??
↳ user3: they aren’t that hot
↳ user6: *GASP* GET. OUT.😖
mclaren: slay queen
↳ danielricciardo: y/n we know it’s you
↳ mclaren: no…..
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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mclaren: 🧡💙double podium weekend💙🧡
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user5: somehow, y/n eats every time with her photos and posts
y/n.user: 🧡🧡🧡🧡
f1edits: y/n commenting on posts she makes is too good
4ln81op: PODIUMMMMMMM LFGGG
user9: WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO
oscarpiastri: cool photos!😎
↳ mclaren: thank you, mr. piastri 🫡
f2postsss: boom, double podium
opfanpage3: oscar looks so good in theseee
papayaboys: love these pics sm!! y/n, once again, you slayed this up
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
your instagram story:
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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y/n.user: preoccupied🌹
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f1updatepg: WOAH????
user7: hold up now, pump the breaks. WHO is that man???
paddockposts: y/nnnnn spill who this is????
landonorris: i know something everyone else doesn’ttttttt
↳ y/n.user: lando😳 zip it
↳ carlossainz55: he told me already….
↳ charles_leclerc: lol………..
↳ y/n.user: STOPPPPP
op81: oscar linking but not commenting?? fishy
francisca.cgomes: mwahahahaha i am matchmaker
y/nfanpage7: anyone else thinking it might be a driver??
↳ f1edit0: yea but who? i don’t wanna assume lando/oscar but she is closest to them, yknow?
↳ user4: i was thinking maybe logan idk
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
texts with oscar:
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tagged: y/n.user
oscarpiastri: i would say she’s judy hoops because zootopia is one of her favorite movies, but she’s more nick wilde 🧡
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y/n.user: does that make you judy hoops?
↳ oscarpiastri: i’ll be judy if you’re nick, babe
↳ y/n.user: so i’m sly and you’re dumb?
↳ oscarpiastri: sure, but only you can call me dumb bunny🤷♂️
↳ pierregasly: y’know hes down bad when he’s into this shit
↳ francisca.cgomes: you’re talking? really
↳ y/n.user: LMAO
f1wags: HOLD UP. WAIT A MINUTE😳😳😳 I LOVE THIS
user5: this is calling me lonely in every language
formulawags7: WOAH keep it in your pants there oscar, talking bout “only you can call me dumb bunny” OK
op81edits: oscar having a gf just makes him more bold and i’m loving it
papayaedit9: they actually are so cute together stopppp
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
oscar on a podcast, clip of him talking about you:
(interviews name: matt)
matt: “well, mate. i know we are running low on time now, but we are going to end it off with some fan questions.”
oscar: “awesome.”
matt: “alright, i’m not going to lie, a lot of people are very curious on how you and y/n started dating. who initiated it? how long?”
oscar: “um…yeah. kind of a long story, i’ll make it shot though.” *laughs* “when i came to mclaren last year, i actually had a crush on her and lando found out fairly quick. he started telling me her favorite foods, shows, hobbies, stuff like that. like, for example, one of her favorite shows is pretty little liars, so i binged that whole show just to try to talk to her about it.” *laughs and takes a sip of his water*
matt: “wow, man. thats a lot of seasons. did you at least enjoy it?” *laughs*
oscar: “honestly? yeah…it was quite entertaining. and i got a few conversations in with her about it.”
matt: “that’s really nice, i don’t think i’d have the attention span. now, how long have you guys been together?”
oscar: “well, i announced it last friday, and it’s thursday…probably around two months, i’d say.”
matt: “why did you guys decide to wait a bit?”
oscar: “we were a little worried about what my pr manager would say and we didn’t want either of us to get in trouble. but y/n was mainly worried about the fans. she didn’t want to upset them, but, i don’t really care. i mean, if a fan can’t understand and respect your relationship….”
matt: “then they really aren’t fans, are they? well, you two are absolutely adorable. tell y/n i say ‘hi’ and i send her good wishes for this upcoming year. you guys are the cutest, and i’m sure fans will agree.”
oscar: “thank you, mate.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
your instagram story:
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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)
#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri fic#oscar piastri x y/n#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri f1#oscar piastri#op81#op81 smau#op81 fluff#op81 imagine#op81 x reader#op81 fic#op81 x you#oscar piastri fluff#f1#f1 smau#f1 fluff#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 fandom
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Sweet Nothings.
paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.
warnings: none. Just pure fluffy.
summary: melissa whispers some sweet nothings while you sleep. 💌
notes: this was my first time writing something in english, so I apologize for any mistakes, I hope you enjoy <3 and feel comfortable to send me requests for more Melissa fics!
As she unlocked the door, Melissa sighed. "Finally at home. I couldn't take it anymore."
That Saturday, Ava planned a game night with the rest of the Abbott crew. At first the redhead was hesitant to go as all she wanted was to spend time with you since both of you hadn't seen each other all week.
However, you managed to convince her to go, knowing that no matter how much your girlfriend complained, she loved spending time with her friends.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with me, Tesoro? " Melissa asked before leaving.
"Wish I could, but unfortunately I have to keep working. Again." You said rolling your eyes.
As much as you were happy to be working from home, you couldn't deny that sometimes you felt exhausted from too many tasks. And Melissa knew this and did her best to make sure you got as much rest as possible.
"Hon, when you're done try to get some rest, okay? Remember that the most important thing is your well-being." She said as she hugged you tightly.
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"Babe?" Melissa said as she climbed the stairs looking for you.
As she walked towards the bedroom, the older woman let out a small smile as she found you sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Before joining you in bed, she took the opportunity to take a quick shower and change her clothes. Melissa put on an old Nirvana t-shirt, a piece she stole from you at the beginning of your relationship.
"Dolcezza Mia, are you awake?" Melissa asked softly as she settled into the bed next to you, waiting for an answer. "No? good, you deserve some rest. I know how work is really exhausting for you sometimes."
She wrapped her arms around your waist, sighing passionately.
"The game night was pretty good actually, Ava was gossiping about her neighbors, Jacob kept talking about the new episode of his favorite podcast, Barb and I had a karaoke competition and Janine and Gregory showed us this new Lego set. And speaking of these two, can you believe that they are finally dating? Seriously, I thought they would never admit their feelings for each other." Melissa chuckled softly.
"I had a lot of fun but I couldn't wait to get home and stay with you, sweetheart."
She felt you settle into her.
"Sei così bella. Sono così fortunato ad averti. I love everything about you. How you are always kind, loving and optimistic about things." Melissa whispered. "Everyday...as soon as I get off from work I try to get home as fast as I can. Because that feeling when I open the door and you run to me and you jump into my arms, is so sweet. It erases all my bad thoughts from the day."
Melissa leaned over to give you a kiss on the cheek, accidentally waking you up.
"Lissa? Is that you?" You asked in a sleepy voice, turning to face her.
"Sorry hon, I didn't mean to wake you up with the kiss on your cheek, I just was-"
You laughed when you noticed your girlfriend was blushing. God, she was so precious.
"It's okay." You said, leaning over to kiss her.
"Did you manage to rest?" Melissa asked changing the subject. Trying to hide how shy she was at that moment.
"Yes! quite a lot to be honest. But you know, I also couldn't wait for you to come home and kiss me."
The redhead didn't respond, just let out a small laugh, while looking at you with heart eyes.
"What?" you asked smiling.
"I love you. Tu sei l'amore della mia vita e sarò tua per sempre." She said before pulling you into a desperate kiss.
<3
Sei così bella. Sono così fortunato ad averti. = You are so adorable, I'm so lucky to have you.
Tu sei l'amore della mia vita e sarò tua per sempre = You are the love of my life and I will be yours forever.
#melissa schemmenti x reader#Spotify#i love her#lisa ann walter#melissa schemmenti x you#abbott elementary#abbott elementary fanfiction
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Another year, another absurd amount of books read (296, because if I wasn't reading or writing this year, my brain was on fire). I was asked again for my top books of the year, so here we go: 2023's top 10, in no particular order.
This was the first book I read of the year--literally, vacated the hangout with my wife and sibling-in-laws to sit on their couch upstairs and eat through it. Do you love The Fall of the House of Usher, but wish for a nonbinary protagonist and a lot more mushrooms? This is the book for you! (T. Kingfisher is fucking rad, I made a concerted effort to only list ONE of her books on here, but honorable mention goes to The Twisted Ones for fucking me upppp.)
A gay, post-apocolyptic Pinocchio retelling involving copious robots, found family elements, and a cool-ass treehouse. Klune always hits for me with his unrepentant queer family dynamics and sense of humor. Honorable mention to the first two in the Green Creek series (although that's got a lot more...adult elements in among the werewolves, you've been warned).
I thiiiink I found this through The Homo Schedule podcast (PSA: if you missed out on Jasmin Savoy Brown and Liv Hewson doing a podcast together, now you know better), and it wrecked my shit. Tons of trigger warnings, as this is a memoir about abuse within a queer relationship, but it's so beautifully written. I personally suggest listening to the audiobook first, then standing anxiously behind someone at a book warehouse sale, hoping they'll set down the only paperback copy so you can swipe it.
A fantastical-historical reimagining in which the KKK is filled with literal monsters, and Black women are resistance fighters armed to take them out. Visceral and intense, and truly an excellent horror story.
Just. Such a soft time travel story about a daughter and her father and cherishing the time you get with loved ones. I was thoroughly unprepared for how lovely I found this one. It's very kind.
Spooky house, take-no-shit redhead, protective sibling elements, bisexual recluse with a sword who really just needs a nap. I haven't found a Harrow book yet I haven't slapped five stars on. She's so good at character and atmosphere, and I'm always surprised at how fast her stories race by.
The whole Daevabad trilogy (of which this is the first book) is just magical. A girl from the mortal world finds herself embroiled with the centuries-long prejudices and wars of djinn in a fantastical city. It's one of the rare stories of its kind that does have a love triangle, but doesn't feel like a love triangle; it's far less interested in the insufferable "who gets picked" than it is in the actual horrors these people are both perpetrating and coping with. It's an intoxicating ride.
Fuck You, TERFS: the book. Given that fact, there's obviously quite a lot of transphobia to deal with, but it's very clear that those people are wrong, and it's a super-engaging (and super-oh-god-what-comes-next) witchy time populated with queer, protective, interesting characters I'm excited to see again in the follow-up.
Have you ever wanted a haunted house story with visceral imagery and a rather lovely twist? Gailey has you covered. As much as I enjoyed The Echo Wife, I think I actually loved this one more, and it makes me so excited to see what else they've got up their sleeve.
One of my final reads for the year, when I was just churning through hardcovers at the speed of sound. I love this book. I recognize it won't be for everyone, but it takes so much of what I love about IT (one of my all-time favorite books, despite its flaws) and twists it through the lens of an author who escaped the Mormon church. It's horrific, it's fantastically abstract in places, it explores childhood and memory, imagination and abuse, and almost every character is queer. It's a great "I simply cannot sleep until I've finished" read.
#long post#book recs#t kingfisher#tj klune#carmen maria machado#p djeli clark#emma straub#alix e harrow#s.a. chakraborty#juno dawson#sarah gailey#kiersten white#plenty of others could go on this list as well but i figured i'd keep it to ten this time around#still can't believe i read just shy of 300 books in a year#bonus shoutout to the animorphs series all of which is out on audiobook now (the main books anyway)#and which honestly really do hold up well
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Wouldn't You Like to Know ch. 2
Two
“Why are you buying this book again?” Eloise asked.
Whenever Colin was back home in New York, he tried to do something with all of his siblings. Eloise was always hardest to get since she was a journalist and usually traveling for a story, or working on her podcast. “It was Marina’s favorite. I’m hoping that she’ll see this as a gesture, and take me back.”
The two of them were sitting in a coffee shop somewhere in Brooklyn. Eloise had moved there after graduating from Columbia. She could have easily saved money and stayed at home with their mother in their Upper East Side penthouse, but Eloise liked her freedom. This way, she wasn’t constantly being hounded by her mother to help with Violet Bridgerton’s YouTube channel.
Or about getting married.
Eloise tilted her head to the side. “You know she’s not worth it, right? She was cheating on you the whole time. She lied about who she was. She was using you for publicity.”
Colin glared at his younger sister. “You don’t know anything.”
Eloise laughed. “I’m a journalist. I know everything. I’ve heard things I keep from you because I care for you. Anyway, this whole hitting a photographer thing hasn’t done your career any favors. How long has it been since you booked something?’
Colin took a sip of his coffee. That was something he both loved and hated about Eloise. She was brutally honest and kept him in check, even when he didn’t want to be. “Almost a year. But that’s why I started the production company.”
“Right,” said Eloise, “and Wallflowers is supposed to be your first film?”
Collin nodded. “I don’t know. There was something about it I related to.”
Eloise snorted. “Of course you did. It probably feels familiar.”
Colin furrowed his brows together. “What makes you say that?”
Eloise gave him a knowing look. “Playing the fool does not look good on you, brother. This was you and Penelope all through high school.”
Colin scoffed. “Penelope Featherington? Your little friend that always followed me around like a puppy dog? No, that wasn’t us.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it was. You liked her but you cared more about fitting in. Probably for the best, anyway. Considering the snake in the grass that she turned out to be.”
Colin raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
Eloise took a sip of her coffee. “You remember that little gossip Instagram that was always posting about us and everyone else at our school?”
Colin rolled his eyes. “How could I forget? It followed our every move.”
“We could never figure out who did it. Well, I did. It was Penelope Featherington. That’s why we stopped being friends.”
He stared at her, unblinking. “Penelope Featherington? The---the curvy redhead that was always so quiet? She was that Whistledown Blast creator?”
Eloise nodded. “I had to use her phone for something one day and she left her account open. I called her out on it and that’s when we stopped being friends. Of course, her father also stole money from our mother’s business, but that wasn’t about her. Still, it hurt to realize the girl I thought was my friend had brought my family so much grief. She’s the reason Daphne didn’t get married to the prince.”
Colin snorted. “Oh, please. Daphne was in love with Simon Basset for years. Her and Prince Freddie were never going to make it after they graduated. Whistledown Blast breaking the story of the two of them being in love with each other was the best thing that ever happened to Daphne. She’s in love, and happy, and don’t forget our adorable nephew, Augie.”
Eloise smiled. “Yes, Augie is adorable. But I think Daphne and Simon both would have preferred it happened without someone posting all of their secret texts online.”
“Alright, I understand that. But…I don’t know that whole thing seems so unlike Pen.”
Eloise shook her head. “She’s a snake in the grass, brother. Quiet doesn’t always mean innocent. Sometimes it means people are watching very, very carefully.”
Colin laughed. “Tell me how you really feel, El.”
Eloise rolled her eyes. “Anyway, that’s why you relate to Wallflowers. Maybe instead of focusing on trying to get Marina back, you should look up Pen.”
Colin frowned. “I thought you were telling me not to trust her.”
Eloise shrugged. “You’re an adult, aren’t you? You can do what you want. Anyway, my history with Pen shouldn’t interfere with yours.”
Colin raised an eyebrow. “Is this about you and Theo?”
She took another sip of her coffee. “This is about friendship and trusting the wrong people. Anyway, do what you want Colin. But be careful.”
Colin chuckled. “Always a pleasure seeing you again, El.”
Eloise winked at him then stood to leave. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got a meeting with my editor. But I’ll see you this Sunday at dinner, yeah?”
“Course.” Colin stood up and hugged his sister. The two of them parted ways, and Colin took out his phone to look up Penelope. Strangely, her old social media hadn’t been updated since she had been in college. Still, he took a shot, and sent her a DM anyway.
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Get to know me ask game
tagged by @rongzhi
RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag how ever many people you feel like to do it.
APPEARANCE
Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (well aesthetically i like a mix but comfort wise i like loose) // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (i let my friend bleach it two days before i cut it off) // I have gotten plastic surgery (depends on your definition) // I have or had braces (at least 3 times and i had headgear too) // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look (working on it) // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES AND TALENTS
I play a sport (used to be a coxswain on my school's crew team for many years, was a captain of the team too) // I can play an instrument (violin) // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIP
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // My parents are together // I have dated a best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have (had) a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online
AESTHETICS
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // The sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (TTRPG podcasts actually) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Autumn is my favorite season (if it weren't for the semester yeah)
MISCELLANEOUS
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (rarely... chronic insomniac) // I am the mom friend (friends say i have 妈系男友 vibes) // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower (not in the dorm shower but at home yes) // I wish I lived in a video game (would like to live in luofu xianzhou during peace time) // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs
Tagging: @mimicori @lily-ocho @zhaotings @fucknectar @yanwangdijunfensi @niteshade925 @buried-in-stardust @unforth
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Have you done a podcast on Henry the viii? Who’s your favorite wife and why? And was Henry a redhead? And did he behead his wives because the years that it took to divorce Catherine of Aragon was long and he thought beheadeing them was quicker?
We haven’t done a podcast on Henry VIII as of yet, no. But my favourite wife was Anne Boleyn :)
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Thank you @fuujiikaze for tagging me in this get to know me game! It was a lot of fun reading your answers. Here are mine:
RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it.
APPEARANCE
Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES AND TALENTS
I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic (i think?) // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim (sort of?) // I enjoy writing (it's a love/hate relationship) // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIP
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated a best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have (had) a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online
AESTHETICS
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music (podcasts) to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season
MISCELLANEOUS
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I have at least 3 dogs
Tagging, but no pressure to, @alloutime @wecantalktomorrow @worldsofdreamers @skyyneverlookedsoblue @crookedlove-tv @tangerinequeen19 @invisibledragon and anyone else who wants to do this game! 💕
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Spooktober Day 1
This month I try to get better at putting out work in a consistent manner. The prompts are from the Spooktober challenge by the.plottery on Instagram.
Todays prompt is "Pumpkin Spiced Lover"
Last night I stayed up late and assembled the machine. I enjoy tinkering, so I just put on a podcast and dove into the machine parts and circuit boards. When I finished it got pretty late. I knew I was too exhausted to start a test run. If there was any problem my reaction time would be too slow to avoid permanent damage. So I got to bed. I woke up as warm rays of the morning sun reached through my window. I felt well-rested and content. I remembered I had a long weekend. The beginning of October always had two things in store: A national holiday and a new menu item at my favorite coffee shop around the corner, the pumpkin spiced latte. I decided to treat myself before continuing on my project and put on some athletic wear, before heading out the door.
I regretted my decision as I stepped out of my apartment building. The street was still shadowed by the surrounding buildings and the wind enhanced the air that still felt of the colder nights. Braving the harrowing circumstances I made it to the coffee shop. They seemed to just have opened and there just was one other customer seated at one of the tables. As I walked in the warm air and smell of old books and coffee enveloped me.
The young redheaded woman greeted me. In my mind, she was still the “new one” although she had already worked here for over half a year.
“Good morning” I laconically said to the room. The slender, white-haired boy looked up from his book and said something resembling a morning. I remembered seeing him around the campus. I made my way to the counter and ordered two beverages, one for now and the other for later. I wanted to have something to toast the successful first run of the machine.
With my hand full of warm, spicy beverages I felt better prepared for the cold two-minute walk back to my apartment. Once there I went to the living room and placed my celebratory coffee on the cupboard behind the machine. It looked like a cross between a 3D printer and an automatic coffee maker, but the size of a wardrobe. One of the side panels was not attached but leaned on the cupboard behind the machine. The uncovered part gave me a good view of the machine's inner workings, which I needed to make sure, that I did everything right last night. Before I started I sat down on my couch across from the machine to enjoy my drink. Of course, my mind was occupied with the machine.
The machine was a project I had with other people from an internet forum. We each built our own, but we shared blueprints and code. It was an adaption of a leaked formula to print humanoid, robotic bodies. The whistleblower was of course hunted down by whatever military he stole the technology from, but he uploaded it to the internet. Where a group of Internet perverts decided to use the technology to make themselves sexbots.
I was one of those perverts and shivering with excitement. The caffeine also helped. Before I had finished my coffee I was up on the computer I hooked up to the machine. Soon all lights were green and all all running parameters had been checked. I glanced at the model file I had selected to make sure it was the right one. While the file loaded I filled the tank of the machine with a solution containing all the building blocks it required to form the desired product. I was deep in thought while I prepared the mixture from various containers standing on top of the cupboard. I was already planning out the post to the message board to tell my peers of my success.
As I finished tipping all the liquids and powders from the cupboard into the tank and sunk the mixing pump in, the computer beeped signaling that it had finished the uploading process. A last check and then I clicked the green execute button. For a second or two nothing happened, but then a slow humming signaled the machine's activity. All levels within the parts were green. The computer signaled a total runtime of eight hours. So I went about my day. Exercise, lunch, video games, and a nice hot bath. I actually fell asleep for a while in the tub. When I woke up again I was slightly confused, the bathwater had gone cold and I was unsure how long I slept. After a quick rinse with hot water and my fuzzy bathrobe, I stumbled into the living room. The machine whirred and hissed, but the monitor showed that everything was running as it should be.
Half an hour left. I took a deep breath of relief. At that moment I noticed a strong scent in the room surrounding the machine. Of Ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon, clover and pumpkin. I instantly looked at the cupboard and I saw among the chemical containers a paper cup, with my name written on it. My celebratory drink.
I try to glimpse through the tinted glass of the printing chamber. The silhouette of a muscular, well-hung man is barely visible. That is the form I wanted, but it was incomplete. The head still needed to be finished printing, although it seemed wider. I prayed to the machine gods, that my mistake would not ruin everything. Slowly the thirty minutes passed.
With a pling and some steam, the chamber opened. There stood a large muscular man, with the head of a pumpkin and a sizeable erection. I gulped, I had feared the worst, but this outcome was the best. He smelled so delicious. I activated him and enabled the voice control.
“Fold me into a cinnamon roll, Daddy. Give me that pumpkin spice!”
It was going to be a great weekend.
#gay#gay fiction#lgbtq#queer writers#smut#writing scifi#science fiction#queer fiction#scifi#spooktober#writing challenge#prompts#writing prompt
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Get to know me tag
I was tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruin! thanks!
RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag people to do it.
Appearance:
Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
Hobbies and Talents:
I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand
Relationship:
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush (it's complicated. maybe? i'm too aroace to tell if its platonic or romantic or a secret third thing) // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child (uhhh. sort of? its highly complicated. I'm from my dad's second marriage, and all my siblings are 11 or 13 years older than me. so, for most intents a purposes, yeah! for others, no!) // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online
Aesthetics:
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (sometimes. other times its a podcast or an audio book) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season
Miscellaneous:
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of Sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs
I don't actually know who likes doing non writing tag games, but I shall tag (no pressure!!!) @sidebyside-withafriend @alittlewarlord and anyone else who wants to play?
#tag games#get to know me tag#a lot of these are very conditional#i can do one piece of origami without any instructions#but i think that counts? idk#and i've won participation trophies in a couple things when i was much younger but those don't really count i think
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Got tagged by @chaeul and @khashanakalashtar <3
RULES: bold the ones that are true
APPEARANCE
I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (nostril piercing and helix!) // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (I was a stupid teenager who dyed her hair black TWICE) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES & TALENTS
I play a sport // I can play an instrument (used to be able to play the drums but that was a looong time ago) // I am artistic // I know more than one language //I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami// I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends (yes, but mostly friends I can sit in silence with) // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIP
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // ✨I have a crush✨// I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together (unfortunately) // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend (a bunch!) // I met up with someone I have met online
AESTHETICS
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (not music per se, rain thunder podcasts? YES!) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching// I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean ( I'm deadly scared of the ocean, please no) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths// autumn is my favorite season
MISCELLANEOUS
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift (I can! I'm just not legally allowed to yet... // I believe in true love (I just love the concept so much) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs
@peachyrayne @stayinthecorner @aliachae @heerotheshiro @agustds-raine @mgcassy
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Afraid? Us? Yes. But that shouldn't stop you listening to, "Lucy Hires a Maid," out now, wherever you listen to podcasts!
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I got tagged by @khashanakalashtar, thank you, dear ♥
RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.
APPEARANCE
blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (3 lobe + 1 cartillage piercing on both sides)// I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES & TALENTS
I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language//I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami// I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own// I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends (to an extent - my social battery runs out fast) // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIP
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // ✨I have a crush✨// I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together// I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend (multiple!) // I met up with someone I have met online
AESTHETICS
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me (it drives me insane if there are more than say 4 birds) // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (I can't fall asleep to music - podcasts are fine) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching// I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean (don't get me started) // I enjoy hiking on nature paths// autumn is my favorite season
MISCELLANEOUS
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love (define true love?) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead (I used to be for a few years) // I own at least 3 dogs
@gonardo-writes, @maenecoon, @ainxkawaii, @thiscouldbeacity, @jez-bez, @alittlebitofrainbyyourside, @coffeelovesdramasalatte
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get to know me ask game
Got tagged by @dreamedofyou. Thanks 🥰
RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.
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APPEARANCE
I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES & TALENTS
I play a sport (many! but haven't gotten a chance for a while) // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing// I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIP
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have at least one best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online
AESTHETICS
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep (but these days its podcasts or a comfort show) // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season
MISCELLANEOUS
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep (I used to!) // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs
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Going to tag some people who interact me a lot and some moots!
@aleng-neng @nattawinlove @forcebookish @alan-apologist @shesaboozle @ellasaru12 @urhugazette @howitrulyam @maibpenrai @chimxmoonchild
my favs!!
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More Film Reroll models from HeroForge, this time some favorites from Weekend at Bernie’s! None of these people look like they’re going to the same party and that’s exactly how I like it!
I let myself have a little more creative liberty with this set, going more with how I imagined the characters in my head while listening to the podcast rather than sticking close with the actual movie (this is especially obvious with Gwen I think lol she just struck me as a redhead)
Two things I wish HeroForge had that would have really helped with these: 1) more mask options/the ability to customize them more. If I had that then you guys know that Sun God and Moon God (Moon Guy) would have made an appearance. 2) More form fitting skirts. I wanted to give Rachel a pencil skirt and Laura a long, form fitting bottom to her dress to really up the glam factor of the evening gown she was wearing. I’m ultimately happy with what I made from the tools available but yeah
#film reroll#the film reroll#richard parker#larry wilson#rachel uselton#laura harris#baby destruction#gwen saunders#(yes I'm tagging characters for this even though there's literally no point! idc!)#also sorry for the quality of these pics?? idk how to fix them from being so grainy
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She's Too Proud of Me: Part 7
In the Limousine, off to honeymoon!
In 8 parts, By Dragon Lair Reads. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
I handed our stuff off to my roommate, and Maggie and we waved goodbye to the guests, who lined up outside to throw rice at us. I don't get that tradition, and no one was able to explain it to me at any point. At long last we were in the limousine, seated at the very back and began to pull away. We seemed to have gotten away with it.
Except that once in the moving limo, Liv climbed into my lap and began grinding, and even through my own pajama pants, I could feel and hear that she had thoroughly soaked through hers. She panted and whimpered in my ear grinding and kissing, holding my neck.
"You came on my face in a bathroom you fucking pervert," she panted, her words still running together.
"You worked pretty hard for that," I said back around the bushel of red hair that moved from one side of my face to the other as she kissed and bit my neck.
She laughed, "I milked your cock all over me, I'm a good little cock milker."
I grabbed her ass firmly and she moaned with satisfaction, pushing her hips back into my grip, "You're my favorite cock milker."
She pushed me against the back of the seat and kissed me hotly, grinding her hips against me, her slick pajama bottoms soaked into mine and I could feel her wet folds against my shaft through the cloth. She was panting and crying as she humped me like a teenager in the back of a car.
I put my hands in the waistband of her pants, but she pulled my wrists away, "I'm gonna cum; no, I'm gonna cum."
I put my hand back on her ass and she ran her tongue against mine, fighting the sounds her body wanted to make as her hips flexed rhythmically until suddenly she grabbed my neck and buried her face in my shoulder crying and shaking in my lap as orgasm twisted across her.
She was still twitching and panting when the limo came to a stop. I let her catch her breath before whispering, "We're here, let's go up to the room."
"I want to fuck, let's just fuck here." She panted.
"No, that's a bad idea. Come on little milker." I said slapping her ass, she giggled and climbed off so I could get the door open. The hotel was waiting for us when we arrived and the bell hop took our stuff up ahead of us while I checked in at the desk, wondering if everyone saw how glossy and dark the middle of Liv's pajamas were.
Check-in was quick and I shuffled her off to the elevator. I wasn't so much worried about what people saw as much as I was her stripping in the lobby or trying to jerk me off at the check-in counter. My new wife is the genuine redhead item, when she gets hot, nothing can extinguish it.
We made it into the elevator, and it jolted upward towards the completely unnecessary suite our families had sprung for. As soon as we were in motion, Liv started unbuttoning her top. I didn't even notice except that I looked over and saw her pale chest becoming visible.
"Whoa, not yet." I said grabbing the two ends of the top and pulling them closed, as I did she grabbed her pants and pulled them down. I barely caught them pulling them back up while holding her top closed. The elevator dinged and the door open. I tugged on the blouse.
"Come on, our room is this way." I said leading her out of the elevator. She followed down the hall laughing and trying to pull her top open. We got to the door, and she fell against it still giggling, grabbing my neck, and dragging me into a kiss.
Her hand grabbed my cock, she didn't even have to feel for it and started stroking as her mouth locked with mine. She put a leg around my leg and panted and whimpered into the kiss as I fumbled with the key to get the door unlocked. I got it and it clicked.
"The room is open," I said around her kiss, she shook her head in protest.
"Fuck the room do me here. Everyone can watch you turn me into a cumsock."
I put my arm around her and turned the knob so the door fell open. She fell backward but I caught her and swung her into my arms and carried her into the room. It was hard to see where I was going because she clung to my shoulders licking and biting my neck.
The suite was palatial. Marble swept from the front door all across the floors on a white expansive open floor plan. The bed on one side was surrounded by columns that supported a circle of windows above it. White see through curtains were draped from column to column and LED lights sunk into the corners of the ceiling were set dim over the white duvet.
Opposite the bed was a large jacuzzi tub with a fireplace set behind it, a gas fire burning for us already. The tub was empty but pristine, textured stone winding out in a circle around it with fresh towels set on the side. On the glass table set in the middle, was another bottle of Jack Daniels, this one however, looked considerably nicer.
I set Liv down and she marveled at the room for a moment looking around with big eyes like a girl who just got a princess bed. I leaned in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, hands feeling her exposed stomach from when she tried to undress in the elevator.
She snapped out of her childlike wonder when she felt my hand and pushed back into me with a loud gasp. She rocked her hip into me grinding her ass against my stiff cock in my pants making quiet whimpering sounds.
"I can't believe you made me behave until we got all the way up here." She said in a pouty voice.
"When you're sober tomorrow, if you want to fuck on the couch in the lobby, I'll take my own pants off." I said putting my head by her shoulder and kissing her neck. She groaned loudly reaching back to stroke my pants with her hand.
I ran my hand up her stomach and under the few closed buttons of her pajama top until I felt her soft breasts which I cupped and squeezed. Her body clenched and she moaned into the room. I used my other hand to open the top and pulled it from her shoulders.
Her pale body was exposed and tickled her ear with my tongue now aggressively groping her breasts and pulling on her nipples. She cried loudly jerking her head back so that there was a full mess of red hair under my nose as her sensitive body reacted.
While she panted, holding my neck I put my thumbs in her pants and pulled them down, a thick rope of hazy fluid sticking to the inside until it snapped against her leg. They hit her ankles and finally the svelte, pale, ginger was naked, her lean, willowy, body, once and for all mine, was totally bare for me.
I ran my finger up her thigh making her shudder and licked what had come out of her leaking cunt before grabbing her by the neck and pulling her to the bed. She laughed as I threw her onto it rolling on her back with her legs spread wide open.
I dragged her to the edge of the bed and crouched by the end taking in the sight of her waxed, pink, messy, cunt under her flat stomach and sharp hips. I leaned over and bit her thigh and she groaned, clenching her stomach upward before I licked and kissed to her folds and attacked them with my tongue.
Her voice caught as I lashed her clit and opening with heavy licks, circling her little button, stroking around it and digging my tongue into her. Her cunt drained freely, quickly darkening the duvet, and leaving a clear, slick, trail down her ass. She was jerking and shaking as I hungrily lapped all of the flavor from her, even dragging my tongue across her ass and back over. It wasn't before an animalistic groan and suddenly violent shakes told me she'd cum already.
I gave her a moment to recover before I rolled her over on her stomach and pulled at her hips until she was propped up on her knees, face in the blanket. I pulled her ass open and buried my tongue against her pink asshole making her squeal in surprise and moan into the blanket. I dragged my tongue against the stiff ridges while my fingers fucked her.
Clear fluid drained out of her onto a small pool as I stroked my fingers into her tight, slick, body and she moaned low and weak, her body shaking as I licked at her ass. I held it open with one hand keeping my fingers dug into her flesh until she yelled and seized on her knees from another orgasm, causing her to fall over, and her cunt to spill thick lubricant on the bed. I rolled her back over onto her back and climbed on the bed putting my messy fingers to her lips. She took them sucking the taste of herself off them eagerly.
I touched her chest, cupping her breast and feeling her taught stomach as she cleaned my finger. I pulled it away and she panted, "Licking my asshole is fucking disgusting."
"You don't have to kiss me after that, it was-" I started to say but she grabbed me and pulled me into a hard kiss, pushing her tongue into mine, wrapping her legs around me. I teased her through the kiss, dragging my cock up and down her messy cunt making her cry and roll trying to catch me.
I kissed her neck and rolled her breasts in my hand. She tried to beg to be fucked but couldn't put words together as her sensitive body overreacted to everything I was doing. Each drag of my tip across her folds made her shudder and groan.
"You want some cock?"
She nodded and gasped, moaning loudly when my finger squeezed her nipple.
I pinned her hands over her head and teased her outstretched tongue with mine until I felt my cock catch at her opening and pushed. My tip forced its way into her, pushing squeezing walls apart, fluid running out of her onto the bed. She groaned in a hoarse, strained voice her body shaking until I was into the hilt and started fucking.
I started drilling her limber, pale, body and she shrieked into the room grabbing the blanket beneath her. I pushed her down flat onto the bed as her back arched upward and face flushed. She was moaning and screaming, her mouth hanging open as I fucked her pale body.
"Fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, shit it's so good FUCK!"
She started to drool down one side of her mouth, her eyes rolling upward and her stomach clenching randomly as my slick, soaked, balls slapped her ass. I grabbed her hair, a thick red mess in my fist as my cock threatened to burst and panted to her,
"I'm gonna cum, fuck; I'm so close"
She hissed through her strained voice, "Fucking cum in me, fucking cum in your fucking cumsock; "
I started to groan, and she grabbed my neck goading me, "Fucking thrash me until I'm full, fuck I want cum; "
I yelled loudly as my cock erupted making me shake and lose my posture above her. She grabbed me snuggly holding my neck and rocking her hips, her fried voice moaning in my ear as jets of cum shot into her.
Her body was cool, and slick under me as I felt the sweat on her breasts and stomach as I laid on her trying to keep stroking until my cock fell out, pulling a stream of cum out with it. We both laid still, twitching for several moments, the air chilling the sweat on her body as it began to damp the pj top I had never taken off.
I heard a hoarse giggle and rolled off her, looking at her big sparkly eyes quizzically.
"You always make me cum like a hundred times whenever we do it and my favorite part is still when I feel you finally lose control and pump me full to the brim. You've put so much cum in me since we met I'm surprised it's not what comes out when I cry."
I ran a hand over her chest and neck, looking over my new wife's body, her sweet face, pink and sweaty darkening the roots of her burning crown of hair, "You're an absolute sex object, watching you climax is an event all on its own, cumming in you is like the backstage pass."
She laughed and pulled me into a long kiss holding my face, "I'm your wife now, you have to make sure I stay good and used up. That way if I get murdered one day, the cops know who I belong to, like a owner tag."
I laughed and she smiled, proud of the joke, "No more true crime podcasts for you."
She leaned over kissing me softly. I felt the cold from the sweat in her hair and slick cold of her misted legs as her tongue played with mine. The kiss was gently, and while I could feel myself stiffening again, I could tell she was tired.
"Ready for a shower?" I asked, she shook her head.
"It's our first official night together, I want to sleep in the mess."
I raked hair from her face, and she kissed me again, "I'm cold,"
I got up and pulled the blanket back before leaning across the bed and pulling her to the sheets and tossing the blanket over her. I don't know that she was awake when the blanket landed on her. It was a little early to call our first night, but she was wasted.
I laid next to her watching her sleep, her mouth hanging part way open sucking in threads of hair as her mind drifted across oblivion. She drools when she sleeps. I don't know if she knows that I know, but I do. She's definitely drooled on me before. Eventually I went to shower and climbed into bed, inching up until I was snug against her and passed out. I was pretty drunk too.
I don't know what time it was, but I was slowly pulled from drunken sleep by movement on the bed. I fought waking up trying to ignore it but eventually my mind rose to consciousness and I rolled over, blinking rapidly to try and see in the dark. It took much longer than I wanted for my vision to clear and adjust.
But when it did, I saw that Liv had kicked away the blankets and sheets and was laying in the dim light from the bathroom that had been left on, laying on her back with her legs spread. I heard wet noises smacking quickly and heard her voice through a bit lip.
The more I watched I realized she had two fingers buried in herself and was working herself over with them, trying to moan quietly as she did. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her whole body was rigid as she drove herself to the brink with quick flexes of her wrist. She panted for breath and whispered to I assumed herself, "Fucking give her a baby, I don't care, breed that stupid bitch; hold him in and take it all, fuck; "
Part of me wanted to interrupt so I could help bring the whole ordeal home, but I don't get to watch Liv masturbate and I don't even know how often she does. I didn't know what she was thinking about, but I suspected it had to do with the night before. She grabbed her breast and strained through gritted teeth as she started to climax, slapping her hand over her mouth and shaking. She laid limp for several seconds twitching and rolled her head over and caught me watching.
She covered her mouth in humiliation and laughed, "Sorry!"
"No need to be sorry, it was really hot."
She made a cringing face, "I probably shouldn't be masturbating on our wedding night, but I had crazy sex dreams about you and didn't want to sully our first night with my extra marital weirdness."
"Don't have to be sorry at all, it's nice to know I'm in your fantasies too."
"You're in all my fantasies, it's just usually not me you're doing." She said quietly blushing.
"You're all I ever do in mine, redhead for life." She laughed and rolled over kissing me, her slick fingers holding my face. Her body laid halfway on mine and her hip and leg brushed my stiff member as we kissed. She squirmed in place to encourage it to stay standing beneath her as we kissed.
"Sorry I got you all hard in the middle of the night, let me empty that for you," She pulled the blanket away and climbed on top of me.
"Don't be, it looked like you had fun." I said putting my hands on her ass and squeezing, her face reacted to my grip and her back flexed.
"I did, I love reliving your conquests where you use and discard them." She said, her voice low and husky. She lifted off my hips and her cunt left a heavy, wet, smear where she'd sat and moved back so her folds dragged along my shaft.
She leaned over and kissed me, stroking my aching cock with her lips, saturating it with fluid, her throat making noises as her tongue tried to wrap around mine one way then the other. She parted our kiss and sat up. She was surprised when I followed her up, grabbing the small of her back and leaning over her chest.
Liv laughed and pulled her hair behind her shoulders so I could wrap my lips around her breast. The moment I did she moaned and strained, grinding in my lap harder and grabbing my hair. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, tugging gently with my teeth, sucking and licking making her pant and squirm. I could feel her flexing against my cock as I played with her breast, her cunt leaking more hot fluid onto me.
I pulled away, looking up at her flushed face, her little pink nipples at the bottom of my vision, and smiled, "Remember how insecure you were about these when we met?"
She rolled her eyes and gave an annoyed laugh, "Ugh, it was all that prick’s fault. You know when we got to college, he tried to get me to save up for implants?"
I grabbed both of her breasts as though sheltering them from some invisible blow, "What? No!"
She laughed and put her hands over mine, "The sad thing is, before he dumped me, I had given it some thought."
I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze and felt her body react, "I stopped an evil thing from happening that day, through the power of pizza."
She smiled and laughed again, red hair hanging in her face as she looked down at me, "I'm glad you still think so. It's a good thing you're a quality lay because you suck at video games."
I shifted my hands to her waist and smirked, "Keep talking shit and I won't bang anymore of your friends."
She gave a coy laugh and leaned over to kiss me softly, holding my lips and tongue to hers for several moments before pulling back and smiling, "Yes you will, I have a lot of hot friends and you can't even tell Maggie no anymore."
"She doesn't count, we don't know that anyone tells Maggie no." I quipped and she laughed. She bent over and kissed me again, her kiss rising in intensity. I groped her breast with one hand, holding her ass with the other and the vocalizations in her chest got louder.
She pulled away and raised up straight, leaning off me and reaching back to grab my cock, "If you'll excuse me, I need to attend to some wifely duties."
She adjusted herself to meet my tip and pushed back. I felt my tip plunge into her, my shaft sliding along her tight insides that squeezed out juice as she pushed me into her. Her face turned red and her eyes closed. She groaned with a straining voice and I felt her ass meet my stomach.
"Fuck you feel so good; " I panted as she started to rock her hips.
She bit her lip and tried to mute a moan, "I love when you use me to get off; "
I grabbed her ass roughly and she groaned leaning over to kiss me as her hips stroked my cock. I panted and groaned into the kiss, groping her breast with my free hand, feeling the soft flesh and pointed nipple against my palm.
"Fuck I think I might cum again." She panted.
I leaned up and tongued her nipple making her moan, she pushed me back down, "No, I'm getting you off; " she protested, but it was too late. "Oh fuck; damn it; " She moaned, her face showing fading control. She cried loudly and shuddered on top of me. I watched her breasts shake and felt her cunt pulsing as her flat body jerked in place through the orgasm.
When the climax passed she covered her mouth and laughed, "Whoops."
I spanked her and she yelped before leaning over and kissing me, moving her hips that had now smeared a slick, clear, mess onto my waist. She kissed and bit my neck, panting, red hair sticking to her face, her breasts grazing my chest as she flexed her hips fucking me steadily.
"Don't hold back; " She gasped, "I want it; " She was moaning and panting in my ear as her wet cunt worked my cock. I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and tugged making her groan. I moaned under her and began to shake as my cock erupted, launching thick bursts of cum into her over and over.
She laughed with satisfaction, moving her hips, making me jerk and shake as she milked my cock until it started to go soft. She leaned over and kissed me with a smile, "I should wake you up by masturbating more often, you've never cum that fast for me."
I moved hair from her face, "I had one ready from before we fell asleep."
"I'll remember that trick too," She said smirking kissing my jaw, "Keeping your poor balls empty and light for you is my responsibility." She laughed kissing my neck, her sweating body laying on mine. I could feel cum streaming out of her, down her thigh and onto me.
I felt her stomach tighten and a fresh heat as she flushed more out, "I'm never happier than after you've loaded me up with cum, it's better than a hug, or a dessert, or sleeping in." She said sleepily, her body loosely draped across me.
"I'm gonna fall asleep again," she said quietly.
"I think that's what beds are for." I said back making her smile.
"Nuh uh." She whispered, and then she was out. I eased her back into place on the mattress and cleaned myself off again. She may love being sticky with cum, but it's not my favorite way to sleep. Once I was at least no longer sticky or wet, I climbed into bed, scooted until I was close to Liv and passed out.
The following morning, I woke up before Liv and ordered breakfast to the room while she slept. I put on one of the robes and wheeled in the food cart all before she ever stirred. When she did, it was with a miserable groan.
"I know that sound," I said sipping coffee, "That's a hangover."
She groaned again, "Why would whiskey betray me like this?" She roared into the room rolling over and burying her face in the pillow.
"Because you drank almost a third of a bottle."
She groaned into the pillow and lay unmoving for several long moments. For a second I thought she had fallen asleep, but she rolled over onto her back and groaned again.
"Go shower, then eat and take some aspirin."
She groaned and swore into her pillow and slowly crawled off the bed, dragging her feet along the marble floor to the bathroom and closed the door. Liv is the most beautiful, wonderful, woman I've ever met. But even that cute ass couldn't get me to follow her with a hangover. I don't think this part of the story got told, but after we first hooked up over pizza and a humiliating loss at a beloved video game, she barfed on me in the shower.
This morning she stayed barf free and emerged with stringy, wet, copper hair in a white robe and joined me at the glass table. I set a plate in front of her and served up a large portion of a Spanish omelet and poured a mug of coffee, which she eagerly picked up.
"Feeling better?"
She shrugged, "The shower helped some." She took a sip of coffee and cut a small bite of her omelet, grimaced, and cut another. By the end of the morning and our long, ambling chat she had put away half of what I had put on her plate, and I demolished the rest of what we had. She finished her coffee, then another cup, and she seemed to have perked up quite a bit.
After she'd eaten, we chatted about all our plans when we got to the honeymoon, how good the food was, how much we liked the hotel room and then she cratered and went back to sleep. I was not excited about her nap not only because I was hoping she'd recover enough to be rambunctious again, but also because having to wake her up to leave would be no fun.
But wake her up I did, and she and I dressed ourselves and she and I readied for our trek to the airport. We called an Uber XL, because why not, and settled in for a long trip. The drive to the airport took almost an hour, and checking into our flight took just as long. Once checked in, we settled in for a long, two hour wait.
She read and I played phone games when after a whole five minutes she nudged my elbow, "What?"
"Let's get drinks at the bar."
"You literally just recovered from a hangover."
"I'm not going to drink a third of a bottle this time. C'mon, we're on vacation."
I paused my game and rolled the thought around, "Yeah alright."
I followed her over to the bar and we sat down. I laughed when she ordered rum and Coke, "No Jack and Coke?"
"I may never drink Jack Daniels again." She said taking a sip of the drink. She finished and ordered another, and I wasn't far behind her. We spent almost forty-five minutes sipping cheap cocktails as I continued my quest to teach her football. It had started the weekend after we met, and it was slow going. No one realizes how many rules football has until you try to explain it to someone else.
After two drinks and over an hour, Liv was beginning to misbehave which worried me because we were about to board an aircraft wrapped up in an awful lot of very strict federal laws. She was handsy, giving me a lot of kisses and laughing. Which usually, I am more than happy to have happen, but right before a long flight?
She kept her behavior PG until we boarded. I was relieved she didn't get wild right there in the gate, but my relief was short lived once we took our seats in the back row. Yes, our honeymoon flight was in the way back of the plane, but I didn't book them she did, and I think she booked all four seats back there because no one joined us. Or it's just a terrible place to sit.
We got settled and buckled in and I looked over, "The back of the plane?"
"What? The honeymoon was gifted, not the flight."
The plane taxied down the runway after we had sat for what felt like hours and at last the g-force of takeoff pushed us against the seats and we were off. As soon as the remove seatbelt light came on, stewardesses began wheeling food carts out into the aisles and we were first up. Liv ordered gin and tonic, and I got a coffee.
The gin knocked Liv out cold. I don't think that was her plan. There's no way we ended up in the worst seats on the plane, with three empty rows ahead of us because she hates being comfortable. But it was totally fine with me. The mile high club is overrated, and I wasn't interested in being banned by an airline.
For the second time on the trip her awakening was not fun. The trip to Santa Monica hadn't been that long and she scrambled to get things put away to meet our ride to the resort. Whatever mischief she'd planned, hadn't materialized and she was sour the whole way through the airport and into the Uber.
It didn't take long though, for the beach views and gorgeous red brick resort visible from the road to turn her spirits around. We checked in at the lobby and our luggage was moved to our room for us. White comforter with hard wood floors and lush rugs greeted us, the walls decorated with large gothic arch windows displaying the paradisaic beach outside.
We ransacked our bags for bathing suits and changed without exploring the room or hotel at all. Liv put on a green bikini with gold links that held the bottom in place and the halter top behind her neck. She always looks very skinny, but when she has so little on it highlights just how skinny she is; even with the way the outfit clung to her small round breasts and heart shaped ass.
I had to concentrate on changing or I'd be walking through the hotel fully erect. I'm sure Liv would love that, but it wasn't my idea of a relaxing beach trip. We grabbed towels from the hotel and sunscreen and barefoot hurried out the door to our room that led right onto the beach.
The resort featured four poster beach beds in front of which had been situated recliners. The beds were white with white curtains and spaced about fifteen or twenty feet apart and almost thirty feet from the crystal blue waves. We tossed our stuff on the bed and Liv immediately flopped onto it.
"I can relax and not roast in the sun, its perfect!" She said happily.
"Unless you want to turn into a well-cooked lobster you'd better put on sunscreen just in case."
She rolled over and grabbed the tube from her bag and handed it to me before fishing out a hairband and tethering the thick mane of red hair behind her in a loose tail. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and rolled onto her stomach. I squeezed sunscreen into my palm and rubbed my hands together before rubbing down her legs.
I kept myself hunched over I as spread the ointment over her legs, calves, and thighs to try and hide how excited contact with her slick body made me. It didn't help as I had to crawl over her legs to reach her back, shoulders, and neck. She sighed and breathed as I gave her a sunscreen massage before rolling over.
She immediately burst into giggles and laughs, her face turning red, "Are you sure sunscreen is all you put on me?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
She pointed to my bathing suit, which was tented so hard the fabric strained.
"I'm literally covering your nearly naked body in what is basically oil with some minerals in it, that would have anyone standing on end."
She laughed again and ran her finger over it, feeling it flex, "I'm not complaining. After all the pretty girls I've run you through, it's flattering you still get this hard putting sunscreen on my back."
"I get a little stiff looking at you in line at the bank."
She blushed and touched me again feeling me stiffen, "Put more sunscreen on then, lemme feel how hard it gets you."
"I think you know it's going to be pretty hard, but you want me to do the front or more on your back?"
She giggled and wagged a finger, "Don't ask that like I don't already know what you want." She rolled over on her stomach and laid flat, wiggling her hips.
I climbed back over her legs and poured more sunscreen into my hand and started running over her pale skin, over her shoulders and back down her sides to her hips and back up. This time, I leaned over so the stiff tent of my bathing suit pressed against her ass.
She wiggled against it and pushed up with her hips giggling and looking back as I rubbed her down. With the pretense of just getting ready for a day at the beach long gone, I didn't resist the urge to run my hands over her ass, digging fingers into the flesh as I massaged it.
I moved down adding more sunscreen to her legs, brashly running my hands up her thighs and down her legs which made her squirm and gasp. I massaged her calves and feet and back up to her ass and onto her back keeping myself pressed against her.
She reached back and pulled the bottom of her bathing suit tight, exposing her pale, soft cheeks, burying the green fabric between them so I was pressed against her mostly exposed ass now. She laughed, reaching her fingers up to touch my tip through my bathing suit, pulling away a string of clear fluid that had soaked through.
Liv struggled to turn over and I got up so she could. She rolled onto her back and grabbed the waist of my bathing suit pulling me toward her face, "Take it out, I want to drain it."
"We can't do that here, it's a public beach." I said looking around bashfully.
"So, close the curtains, I want to milk your cock. It's mine now, lemme play with it." She was trying to pull my bathing suit down as I crawled to the edge to close the curtains that were tied to each of the four posts.
"I can't if you keep hanging on my bathing suit." I said half laughing pulling two curtains closed.
"You're the bashful one, I don't care if we're seen."
I hurried away and she chased me on hands and knees as I raced to get the next curtain untied and pulled shut before she crawled to me across the cushion grabbing at my shorts. I leaned away and managed to reach the third slinging it half shut as she tried to tug my shorts down.
"Would you give me five seconds you brat." I said laughing, crawling away as she tried to pull me back with the waist band of my bathing suit, getting dragged to the final curtain with me as I untied and pulled it shut.
"There, finally." I said winded and let her yank my bathing suit down to my knees. She grabbed my shaft and started stroking it, her face pink from exertion and laughter.
"You married a redhead; you should have prepared yourself for unhinged lecherous behavior." She pulled her hand away from me and licked the slick precum off before leaning onto her hands and knees licking the tip.
I watched and felt her lick and kiss my shaft and tip. She toyed with my cock smearing precum on her lips and chin as she teased me with her mouth relishing the way I stiffened in response. She looked up and smiled before dragging her tongue along the underside.
"I can feel how full it is," She giggled quietly before wrapping her lips around me and gently stroking me with her mouth and tongue. She sucked gently, bobbing back and forth coaxing pressure and heat to build as she worked me. I put my hand on her head and watched.
She pushed her head forward until I was pushing close to her throat and heard her start to gag before pulling her face away, strings of drool pulling with her. She panted, eyes starting to water and stroked me with her hand.
"Fuck my throat," She said panting, pulling her hair loose for me to grab. I didn't need encouraging, grabbing a first full of her red hair and jamming my cock into her open mouth. She gagged, her ribs flexing and drool dripping off her chin as I started stroking my cock with her mouth and throat. She didn't resist or recoil at all, moving her tongue even as my tip strained her reflex and choked each time I pushed it forward.
I pulled myself from her mouth and she gasped for breath, rubbing my cock on her face, stroking it with her hand and licking the shaft and tip, coughing. She stroked me with her hand until she had caught her breath, her face now red from exertion, hair sticking to her forehead with misting sweat as she took me back in her mouth and resumed bobbing.
I was struggling to keep my breath as her mouth worked my shaft and her tongue teased my tip, tugging gently. She sucked tirelessly like it was all she wanted to do that day. She groaned forcing me down her throat and urging me to be rougher with her hands.
I grabbed her head with my hands and jammed my cock into her throat. She made gagging, choking, and unpleasant sounds as I fucked her face. Drool dripped off her chin and her hair darkened against the sweat on her cheeks.
She pulled away and dragged her tongue over my shaft, submissively kissing my cock and panting. She stroked me with her fingers as her mouth lavished me and she panted and whimpered, smearing her drooly mess on her face.
Her big eyes looked up at me and she smiled, wiggling her tongue just under my tip, "You're so close I can feel it, cum on me, cum on my face." She grabbed my shaft and stroked it steadily, watching my face twist and hearing me groan.
"Stop resisting let me empty your balls." She laughed and pulled me to her mouth sucking. The heat of her mouth and tongue sent me over the edge with a loud noise. I came hard and she made a squeak of surprise as cum shot into her mouth several times.
She pulled her mouth away, letting the cum on her tongue fall onto her chin, neck, and chest, her hand stroking my cock, emptying the rest onto her nose and cheeks until the pulsing slowed to a weak drip. She sucked the tip, making me groan and jerk before licking cum from her hand and wrist, laughing.
"Umm, that's a lot for just putting sunscreen on me," She laughed again. She wiped cum from her chin and watched it string before sucking it off her finger.
"I think you're getting weirder and kinkier." I said as she giggled and played with the cum that dripped down her chest.
"I just love when you're possessive and rough and use me like an object; but you're too nice so I have to coach you into it."
"I think you've been hanging out with your sister too much."
"Oh, she loves handprints." Liv laughed again before reaching for her towel and wiping away the sticky, white, mess that now coated her face and torso; "Come on, let's go get in the water!"
She jumped to her hands and knees and crawled toward the curtain, "Liv,"
"What?"
"You still need to sunscreen your front and face."
She held up a finger, "Right."
We played at the beach for most of the rest of the afternoon, taking breaks for water and cocktails. She tried to teach me how to surf, something I didn't know she could do; and then we borrowed toys for building a sandcastle, which turned into a sand fortress that she tried to model after Hyrule and failed dismally. Wet sand doesn't form sharp peaks well.
After a long day in the sun, we were beat, dehydrated, and ready to eat so we headed into the room and showered. We showered separately since neither of us has any kind of self-control, and our reservations were in forty-five minutes; and she wanted to look nice.
Which, of course she did, hair folded into a loose princess braid that showered her black cocktail dress with the uncontrollable wash of fire that was her hair. It set off her porcelain face, legs and arms in a way that made her look either angelic or devilish depending entirely on the angle. And whatever ridiculous expression she was using to get her way. She gets her way a lot. It's those damn, big, brown eyes which she framed with dark lashes and just a touch of eyeliner to make the gold-brown pop.
We went down to the resort dining room which was stunning. A giant chandelier frosted in crystal hung over the center of the wood paneled room. Our table was seated next to a fireplace that crackled beside the table covered in a white tablecloth. We were treated to cocktails, fresh salad, followed by the best surf and turf I've ever had. The whole dinner, Liv and I spent debating the appropriate ranking of the Soul Calibur characters by strength.
We stayed for a second round of cocktails and dessert before heading out to dance on the tiled patio. The resort had fielded a live swing band and Liv and I had a blast twisting away as the sunset. I move like a cow on skates when dancing, but Liv is so good she makes me look good anyway. At the end of our third song straight, we collapsed against the railing of the patio laughing.
A waiter came around bringing out champagne and we helped ourselves, sipping and catching our breath. She clung to my shoulder as she sipped her drink watching other couples move as we chatted about whatever came to mind.
I jumped when a voice spoke to my left. We didn't know anyone there, so I wasn't expecting to be greeted. I turned and felt like I'd been hit in the eyes by a spotlight. A gorgeous, pale redhead was standing with a man I also didn't recognize.
Honeymoon gets wild.
"Hi." I said back dumbfounded.
She laughed, her blue eyes glittering with the light of the torches. She wore a short, tight, velvet, violet dress that kept virtually no secrets, and her hair which had once been put up, was now a rolling mess across her shoulders.
"Sorry to surprise you, we were just impressed with how you two cut it up out there."
"Oh, well thanks, but its really all her." I said pointing to Liv.
She blushed and extended her hand, "I'm Liv."
"Kayla." Said the woman sweetly, "Where did you learn to dance like that?"
"We took some classes when we first started dating. He's a great dancer he's just being modest."
"This is my boyfriend," Kayla said gesturing to the skinny young man next to her. Liv and I took turns shaking his hand, "We're celebrating graduation from college."
"Congratulations!" Liv said excitedly, "We'll be done this summer."
"We're celebrating our wedding right now actually."
"Oh congrats!" Said the young man, Kayla following, "You are a really cute couple."
"She's cute, I'm just couple." I said, Liv hit my shoulder.
Kayla took a glass from one of the wandering servers, her boyfriend followed suit, and she leaned against the railing, "Have you done anything fun since you got in?"
"We just got in today actually." Liv explained, "We went to the beach for a long time and goofed off and came straight to dinner. Do you know any of the fun attractions?"
Kayla gave her lips a pensive twist, "We went snorkeling a few days ago. In the afternoon the water is crystal clear, and you can see a ton of fish and cool stuff out on the reef."
"Oh, that sounds like a ton of fun." I said looking at Liv, "We should sign up."
She nodded enthusiastically, "What about you two?"
"We get into a fair amount of trouble," Kayla said rolling her eyes.
Liv arched her eyebrows, "What kind of trouble?"
"Uh," Kayla hesitated, "well; "
"We got caught skinny dipping on the trip out to snorkel for one." Said Kayla's boyfriend, she giggled.
"Oops," She said through a wave of laughter, "We got in trouble for smoking pot in the roof hot tub too."
The guy snapped his fingers, "When you got caught making out with the lifeguard."
Kayla blushed and poked her boyfriend, "I was high as a kite that doesn't count."
"Sounds like you two have had plenty of fun." I said glossing over the last comment, "I can't wait to get out on the open water."
Liv was laughing, "You made out with the life guard?"
"Yeah, I was baked and had been drinking. He told me I was too beautiful to be single and I got all bothered."
"Probably made his whole day." Said her boyfriend who made an uncomfortable amount of eye contact with me.
Kayla sniffed, "I could make his whole week."
"Yeah you could." Her boyfriend said kissing her cheek, she blushed and grabbed his neck.
While their moment was happening, Liv nudged me and whispered, "She's wearing an anklet."
I gave her a confused look, and she just smiled. I didn't get it, but I didn't like it.
Kayla's boyfriend looked over at me, "Redheads right?"
"Man, I'm sure fond of mine." I said, now it was Liv's turn to blush.
"You two want to come find some trouble? We were going to grab a bottle and head up to the roof." Said the boyfriend.
"I dunno, we're pretty spent, we traveled today, the beach. But we-" I started to say but Liv cut me off.
"-will muster the energy for our new friends. We'll meet you up there."
"Great, see you in a bit." Kayla said excitedly. They headed for the hotel and I looked at Liv.
"What are we doing going up to the roof with them? They are super weird."
She smiled broadly, "Kayla's wearing an anklet. She's a hotwife; girlfriend, whatever, her boyfriend is trying to connect you two."
"We are not swingers." I said firmly, she laughed in response.
"Of course not. He's not trying to get with me, he wants you to get with her. He's doing what I do to you to her."
"It's weird when you do it, it's even weirder when someone does it to me." I said.
"Ha, I've seen what you do to girls. You can't fool me." She said sardonically, "Come on, let's make a new friend."
I rolled my eyes as she dragged me through the dance floor to the elevator and hit the top floor. The elevator lurched and Liv grabbed my waist grinning at me, "Umm this is gonna be so fun."
"I already have more than enough crazy redhead than I can handle, I don't need two." I said flicking her chin.
She giggled, "We're going extinct you know, redheads."
"That's a myth that spread on social media." I said, she pressed in closer.
"Umm but shouldn't we be breeding more; just in case?"
"When you want kids just say the word." I said touching her nose.
"That's not what I meant."
"I know what you meant."
The elevator dinged and opened onto a covered patio the spread across the entire section of roof. The hot tub and pool glowed a deep blue and everything was illuminated by small lamps along the floor. Beyond the roof was a stunning view of the whole beach and blue ocean rolling away under the night sky.
We headed to a far table on the corner. I didn't get a chance to sit down before Liv pushed me against the table, grabbed my face and kissed me. She held me in place, her tongue making soft sweeps of mine, her body leaning into me as she kissed.
I put my hands on her sides, letting them slip gradually as she pushed her hips against me, her body trying to rub against mine. She pulled away from our kiss and kissed my neck, whimpering and sighing.
"You are not drunk enough to be this worked up in public."
"I'm always this worked up, I just don't always have an opportunity to express it." She whispered.
"Duly noted," I whispered back and I felt her smile.
To be continued in part 8, By Dragon Lair Reads for Literotica.
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