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originallutece) wrote2018-10-22 10:21 pm
originallutece) wrote2018-10-22 10:21 pm
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is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018
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[She lets him fuck her hand for a bit, working in counterpoint to him, her fingers tight around his prick. It's a very simple handjob, no fancy twists or interesting turns; her point is to get him hard, not to leave him begging for more.]
You were right, you know, when you mentioned certain techniques. A woman of my size might never overpower a man of yours, but that doesn't mean you're unconquerable. Just that I have to be clever about it. So no, I won't try and overstimulate you. That would be like trying to hit you: satisfying, maybe, but ultimately pointless.
[That's good enough. Reaching for the lube, she tugs the ring out of her pocket. It's cool to the touch, almost absurdly big-- but just enough to trap him in place without any risk of damage.
Thirty minutes, she'd read. That's how long it's safe to keep it on. She can do a lot in thirty minutes.
It's easy to slip it on; within a moment it's sitting snug around the base of his cock, and she smiles.]
There. Now. Does that feel all right?
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Ah. This will be...different.
Akande stills as she slips it on, allowing her to manipulate him while he raises his head to watch. He knows what it's used for, of course, and the point of it; after all, he'd gotten it for himself, mostly as a means of controlling his own peak.
And now she has that control.]
It doesn't hurt, if that's what you're asking.
[This is going to be a long two hours. One and something? Surely not even fifteen minutes have passed.
He wonders how much control he can slip past her grasp, and allows a lazy, confident smile to cross his lips]
But you have your work cut out if you're planning on conquering me.
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[She sounds lazily confident. Her hand keeps stroking his cock, but that's dull; soon enough she's releasing him, shifting to climb off the bed instead. She actually leaves the room, striding forward without shame, because he's stuck and there's nothing for him to do but wait for her.
But all she has to do is get something from her purse. A small candy, or at least something that looks like it.]
Open your mouth.
[Because she has a set of aphrodisiacs; it will do him good to have that neediness flooding through his veins. And assuming he cooperates, she'll place the candy on his tongue, her fingers lingering around his lips.]
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He arches his brow in mild surprise, but then obeys. And, true to form, wraps his fingers around her lips, watching her closely as he deliberately sucks on them with a brief brush of his tongue.]
Mmm.
[He's 99.9% sure he's just been drugged.]
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