unamaga | can i get a woop woop?

So, any of you who haven't seen the four promo shots recently dug up need to quietly shuffle over to

arabella_hope's journal here and see them right now. I'll wait....... OK, AREN'T THEY AWESOME? They're awesome. The black and white one is now my new header. Tada!

I may have a thing for that color red. Sort of. Shut up.

On an entirely different note, this is a bit of shameless femmeslash that is solely about dirty talk. There's really no plot. Really. Oh, and it's dedicated in part to Jules and Robin. Uh. Enjoy!

Sweet Talkin', Body Rockin ' [Adult]
original femmeslash - 570 words

Her mouth is filthy, always has been. Every word she murmurs sounds like it’s straight out of a porno, honey-smooth and the same amber color; it’s hypnotizing, and the way she uses it is downright illegal.

Sometimes, you’ll be sitting at the kitchen island, a stool pulled out under you, your feet propped up on the bar running along the underside, and she’ll come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing the point of her chin to the sensitive crook of your neck. Do you know how hot you are right now? Your lips are all red and chewed up. They make you look like you’ve just gotten done eating me out.

And you’re finished, that’s it for work. She pushes your papers over towards the other end of the island, and they scatter carelessly to the floor and over the burners. You don’t care if they go up in flames because she’s still fucking talking, her mouth running like she can’t breathe if she isn’t making noise.

Gonna make you scream, girlie, and, You want my mouth on your tits? I bet you do, and, Yeah, fuck yourself down on my fingers.

You’re shuddering apart underneath her before you know it, shirt rucked up under your armpits, pants only pushed down as far as she needed before she could slip her hand past the waistband of your panties. You don’t do much work after that, too busy using you hands to make her careful composure shatter.

Other times, she’ll leave you voicemails. Those are the worst, because you never expect them, and then it’s too late – you’re in the middle of a street, holding the phone up to your ear, so wet you can feel your thighs slipping together under your skirt. There’s something even more dirty about her voice when it’s muffled by a phone line, a little deeper and rougher than normal. Those times, you inevitably end up ducking into a public bathroom, bracing yourself with one foot against the toilet and your back against the wall while your fingers slip under your skirt to rub hard circles over your clit.

There was a package waiting for me when I got home from class today. You know what it was? A nice little sex toy, all for me. It’s got three speeds and bumps all along the top. I wonder what it’ll feel like fucking into my cunt. I bet it’ll feel real good – almost as good as when you take out that dildo of yours and screw me against the wall. God, I love it when you do that. When you leave me so wrecked I’m hoarse the rest of the week.

You never make it to the end of those messages, so keyed up you only realize you’ve come when you drift back into yourself and notice your panties are pooled around one ankle for anyone to see, and ripped completely down the side.

It’s not fair, and you tell her so time and time again, but whenever you open your mouth to retaliate, she gets this glint in her eye and you automatically go still everywhere. Then, she proves to you why exactly it’s fair, giving you your first blinding orgasm of the night with just her voice and the light brush of her knuckle over your clit.

can i get a woop woop?

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