recess

*smiles*. Good morning. How are you?

As your gazes hold the pressure builds between you, heady and potent. Your eyes rake down the length of her, and back up again, as if you could see beneath the layers and layers of her clothing. And she’s never felt so naked, or so seen.

There’s a wolfishness that threads your words together. ‘What we shared before’. So much and yet still not nearly enough.

Emboldened, whether by the recklessness of stealing this weekend for yourselves, or by the illusion of freedom it had cast over her, she met the intensity in your gaze without yielding. Without shying away. Like the she would have done before you had shaped her into this creature of yours.

“Then we had best remind you, Mr Percival.” she murmurs, low and smoky, her eyes dancing with promise.

Her breath hitches, butterflies taking off as you to take her hand and lace your fingers together with a singular intimacy. If distance made the heart grow fonder it was as nothing to the gnawing hunger for each other that her convalescence and your enforced separation had left in its wake. Your gazes hold for a beat, intensity and longing mirrored in each other’s eyes. And the corner of her mouth curls with a smile that is blinding in its reassurance that this is what she wants.

You cross what little distance there is left to the hotel at a pace that leaves her in no doubt as to your intentions. Not that they were ever in any doubt. Her hand in yours, her body tingles with anticipation as you both step into the hotel foyer, your want and hers now one, and finally in reach.

*laughs* ok that is pretty good

good morning laurelynn

Poolside
I hope everything is going well for you. *Smiles*. I've been praying for you! I know the flat thing has GOT to suck, but good for you for listening to your doctors.

Poolside
leaves a print of support and healing vibes

bondage chairs, glory holes, pretty interesting conversation that I missed

out

Comes in

A busy day ahead

time

laughing

mornin' to you too, Seven

what about it grinning

*laughs, I just saw an electric car, painted like the General Lee.. and it's called....

The General Electric. *

Living Room
One more day of being flat I n back except for 5 min after every hr.
Gonna be a long day but important for my vidion.

*resting my head back on the chair, just letting my mind wander*

"Not at all! Mornin, mongo!"

Smirks and wiggles fingers in a wave.

"So...about that BJ..."

Giggles and sticks her tongue out to one side.

The real plan for the Democratic Marxists is the bait and switch.
Apparently "Democracy" doesn't really matter. They blocked other candidates in the primary, fed us Joe, and over 14 Million primary voters selected him .

Yet....those votes now no longer matter.

We'll see how Covid Joe does this weekend. Are the rumors true they are writing his re-election resignation, but if he is to old to run, then he can't lead us now.

she gives a quick nod....rising from her place as she moves to the home to fetch that for Him....
"of course Master...."
she quickly turns on her heels as she fades to gather His coffee for Him..

You had entrusted Elsie with your first message to him, and the girl’s own initiative saw that he remained informed, all through the long months of your deep illness. That you had vouched for her had been good enough for him, but the woman had proven herself, time and again, and that counted for something with Tommy Baird; loyalty, integrity, a sense of commitment and self-motivation, these were all things he looked for in those who worked for him, and those whom he kept close.

But, all thoughts of your maid, who was a lovely lass on top of everything else, were completely forgotten when you stopped to look up at him that way. No words needed to be said in that moment, an unspoken understanding shared instead. All of the ‘What if’s’ and ‘Maybes’ passed between them in an instant.

He began to smile, even before you had adopted that new tone of voice, but the quality of it sent a shiver along his spine that had nothing to do with uncertainty and everything to do with an urgent, male need to know you in the most intimate of ways.

His reply was slow to come, but in the interval where each stood gazing into the others eyes, he allowed his to break that gaze and travel along the length of your body – and back up again.

“Why Mrs Percival, far be it from me to ever accuse you so unjustly. It is only that your convalescence lasted some long months, and the memory of what we shared before lies hazy in my mind.”

He reached out to take your hand in his own, and turning, he began to lead you in the direction of the hotel. That he led you this way, not arm in arm but hand in hand, said everything that pale words could not, about just how and when he intended for that necessary reminder to take place.