Sexuality is an individually set measure

The combined profound nature they share...

damn those are nice images

The soft warmth of her fecundity.....

The thick pulse of his vitality...

There is a depth of consciousness....

*smiles*

Peeking in

and there is no going back

Tomorrow is what we make it.

Stopping here

"thank You Master....and the same to You...i hope You have been having a good evening..."

Good to see you babygirl

"thank You Master..."

she settles the touch of her legs to her side...resting her hands to her lap...

enyah

she gives a soft smile and quick waves....

"hello and goodbye it seems...i hope i shall catch you when you have more time to speak..."

You nay speak babygirl
.and be casual

stops momentarily, smiling to His as I spot her on my way by

Apartment
"Better," she answered about what you'd probably be doing without her.

"…in certain respects, anyway. You'd have your old status quo, where you were dishonest with yourself in exchange for peace."

Holly had her phone out in her lap — not to distract herself, but to open up some delivery app and to pass it to you. "You think you could order us something? Anything, preferably something that's gonna smell nice in here."

She really should have brought something, like a bluetooth speaker or whatever, to fill things out. "We should hit a hotel or something instead, though — not expecting you to sleep in an empty apartment. Can hit up some furniture stores first thing tomorrow? Or, wait, when's our next show again?"

Logistics and realism, things that she felt helped anchor her in times of stress? Did the international arms dealer plan to have her killed? Well instead of worrying about that, let's just focus on the practical matter of getting the guns in an intermodal 20ft ISO container with a forged CSC plate.

On a smaller scale, getting your accommodations taken care of and food on the way meant that they didn't have to think about it, leaving brain-calories available to confront other less streamlined affairs.

"I think you figured out long ago that there was no negotiating around it. Either you conformed to their narrow vision of who you were, or you didn't. Binary decision. You tried to straddle that line and got the worst of both ends: Lied to yourself and still didn't get their approval…" with a grunt, she unclipped the ankle strap of her shoes, tumbling them off so she could sit a little more easily.

"So!" Holly clapped her hands, an auricular punctuation mark. "…goals, going forward. Don't have to be realistic. Do you want us to try and reconcile with them? With Elodie? Should I approach Brix and ask if he's interested in getting to know you? Did you want to get in touch with other people, like, in the alliance community here? Do your friends know — what were their names? Like Mei, Cathy?"

Yes, Holly could be bizarrely agenda-oriented at times, like there was little room for dwelling on feelings compared to the next goal to crush, milestone to pass.

Smiling still

Okay I need to go find some lunch, take care ADR

Till I find myself here again