yesterday, is not, ours to recover.
I am good, thanks... just looking for company... what are you up to?-tall, slim but with muscle... black and with short hair-
I am well sir and you?
Apartment
Holly, paradox of long-sleeved turtleneck and short-shorts, tumbled the expanse of empty living room over the mercifully padded carpet, winding up on top of you as the automatic air randomly kicked in just around then, tossing her disheveled hair and stirring whatever dark, jammy, orchid and cinnamon that she was wearing.
Her lips had that same essence, laced with the slightest capsaicin lip-plumper that would leave a spicy note wherever she kissed you back."Fine, then. Instead of 'I ain't worth the trouble', lemme pivot to 'You can't handle this bitch' — does that make you feel better?"
She avoided a second time, doubling down after being absolutely rightfully called out, simply resting over your body with her elbows down both sides of your ribs as she draped over you, eyes down under half-dusk contemplation.
Whatever opaque curtain of thoughts separated her from you, extended up from the complementary contour of their (clothed) bodies, a scarce border that conveyed growing heat…"…I mean I can get into it, but at least take some ownership of your desire for access," she was still talking about your curiosity about her and Brix… right?
"With all of the things sitting on your queue…" Holly had to stretch a bit in order to reach your lips again, the chill of the air conditioning tempting her to urge more solidly against you, her tossed hair reducing your view of the ceiling lights like a blonde jungle canopy. "…you should at least get some practice in assuming ownership of something."
As she sought to adjust her posture and hook thumbs against your collar, however, there was a knock on the door. Baked goods and beverages.
-smiling as I see you... wondering what you are up to today-Good morning... how are you?
good morning
-lies back... relaxing but hard-
you know, we could take the Hollywood approach and go Beware: The Reboot!Bring all new versions of beloved characters everyone once knew, make everyone barely over 18 again, because we all know no one in Hollywood acts as their actual age either.. maybe it could be set in a tavern... or a high school! Beware: Riverdale!
I'm just kidding, before anyone gets offended. I add that only because I almost slapped myself after reading what I wrote, so incensed over the idea was I!
-lies back... relaxing, but hard-
Yes, been a long while. I'm so glad to hear you're doing well. Have a terrific weekend.smiles goodnight
It has been ages since I saw you last. ~smiles~I am doing very well thanks. Needing to slip out but wanted to say hello. Have a beautiful weekend.
night kellan{LE}
Greetings! How wonderful to see You.
I'm pretty well, yes, and I hope You are doing OK too.smiles and waves
-relaxes back-
Stops in and waves a hello to you kellan{LE} I sure hope you have been well.
-walks in... tall, slim, dark, with some muscle... just dressed in jeans... sits down, waiting a little while-
comes in for some much-overdue dustingstreeeetching up to get the corners of the ceiling
and bending lowwwwww to chase the dust bunnies under the furniture...
bitchlyone has started a new game with the following players:
bitchlyone
Out.