Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

Azalea Hawthorne || 21 years old || submissive "Though she be but little, she is fierce." ~A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 3, Scene 2. Hey there, i'm Azalea. I've always been horrible at "about me" sections, so i'll keep it simple: I'm a third year dance student at The Juilliard School in New York City. And i've been curious about BDSM for some time, but have only just started to find the courage to pursue it in earnest and to learn all that I can. I'm kind of skittish on first meeting, but I warm up quickly. I promise. ((Independent roleplay blog.))

[azalea-hawthorne]

Lose control, Monsieur...show me what you've been holding back. 

[gentlemenswolf]

Duckie, You Make Bath Time Fun || TriAz

Who: Tristan Noir || Azalea Hawthorne

What: Tristan and Azalea take a bath together

When: January 15, 2014 { Evening }

Where: Tristan’s MasterBath

Warnings: Bubble Fluff | Talk Of Rape | Mutual Masturbation | Cutes 

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[azalea-hawthorne]

Drinks and Ducks || Azalea & Tristan

[gentlemenswolf]

"Do not fret so much, I like it when you’re an awkward duck -its part of your charm." Tristan offered up candidly for he really did enjoy that quirky side of her, he found it sweetly enduring which was a change to some of the snobbery he’d seen wafting off of certain women. "I forgave you ages ago ma cheri." Her timid smile received a reassuring one form the darkly featured man, his greyish-green eyes were kind and warm instead of being cold or standoffish during such a conversation detour.

Tristan leaned his back against the seat, relaxing a bit more as he watched her adorable display of nerves. “Oh yes. People act ‘n strange ways everyday I am afraid, online and ‘n real life.” He shrugged not really knowing what else to add to that particular topic of conversation. The answer to his bold question did not surprise him in the slightest as his eyes scanned her face. The intensity of lust in those light green eyes was as penetrating as a bolt of lightening. Tristan tensed, his eyes sparkling like wild fire, his skin seemed to tighten and heat up at the prospect of tasting her lips for the very first time. The unbelievable chemistry between the two of them was like a breath of air on embers flaring, ready to catch fire. Passion, lust and sinful ideas welled up inside the Frenchman - it was all he could do not to topple over on her and ravish the poor girl senseless. Deep in his mind he could almost feel her arms wrapping around his neck, her leg wrapped around his hip, as he sank into her, claiming her for himself. All those curves melting against his rigid body, the little duck melting into the Wolf.

   Dammit.

He shifted to adjust himself, the swelling bulge in his jeans was hardening and unrelenting.

   Focus.

      Just one kiss.

Tristan leaned in, traversing the last bit of space left between them and nudged his lips against her soft pout. He slowly devoured her with his mouth and tongue. Waiting for her to moan, to sink deeper into the kiss, he waited to feel her body arch into him telling him this was what she wanted all along as well and he was giving it to her. 

[azalea-hawthorne]

“At least one of us has taken a liking to that particular quality…” Azalea conceded with a sigh, a light laugh urging it way from her lips. “I admit the whole ‘awkward duck’ thing is a quality in myself I’m still struggling to come to terms with; I always wanted to be put together, polished, you know…not the picture girl for Muck Ups R Us. But I think I’ve realized that’s never going to happen.” She shrugged, a finger tracing a pattern in the condensation on her drink absently. “Thank you, however, for the forgiveness. It’s a comfort to know you won’t hold my awkward tendencies against me--“ But I would mind you holding something else against me, Azalea added silently before mentally shushing herself. Out of line, out of character, out of everything she stood for was where that statement was catalogued.

    “That, they do, unfortunately.” And she left talk of the antics of the fellow members of the website off the table. Of course she’d seen the absurdity, the judgments and backlash, but it was nicer to pretend it hadn’t happened at all. The was one instance where Azalea preferred to live in blissfull ignorance…self-induced ignorance. Instead she latched on to the new temperature of the room (was it suddenly warmer in the restaurant, or was it just her). Close, so very close…The distance between the two was trivial, a hair’s breath further and they’d be touching in earnest. And yet Azalea hesitated. The intensity in those eyes meeting her own and the completely enveloping essence of him that seemed to draw her in like a moth to a flame was positively overwhelming. Perhaps frightening on a certain level, all things considered. And yet she couldn’t deny that she was on fire, every nerve-ending seemingly standing on end on fire as even the accidental brush of her arm against his sent a tantalizing shiver up her spine.

  Azalea thought she was ready for it; a kiss, how special could that be? More than she had anticipated, apparently, for as his lips touched hers she damn near pulled away at the intensity. A spark of electric current threw her for a loop as she held her ground and accepted those gentle devious lips claimed her own in an embrace that left little to the imagination of what was going on in his head…and her own. Lust. A foreign concept to her until just recently…until him, and now she felt it with a mighty push, threading through her veins despite a voice in the back of her head muttering how this was wrong. How things like this only led to the same situation David had put her in so long ago. She pushed the voice away, letting an unsure trembling hand raise to trail up his arm until it came to rest behind his neck. “You kiss like the devil,” She whispered against his lips. It was true: Hot, tempting, the allure of something she shouldn’t pursue, that would surely be her damnation. But she didn’t care, and she dared to bring up lips back against his, her body instinctively leaning further against his warmth. 

[who-wants-tea]

[azalea-hawthorne]

[azalea-hawthorne]

After a long, tiring, stressful couple of days of rehearsal, this is all I want right now. Would you care to indulge me, Monsieur Noir?

[azalea-hawthorne]

[azalea-hawthorne]

[kirova-ws]

[azalea-hawthorne]

[storybookdreamer28]

[azalea-hawthorne]

When a dancer loses themselves in the music they are bearing their soul for the world to see. In that moment they are their most vulnerable and most honest. Dance says everything that can't be spoken. 

[mividamiasuntomiproblema]

[azalea-hawthorne]

What the heck is that thing he's holding to her?

[gentlemenswolf]

Masters way or the highway…

Is this sass my ears are hearing? {Tristan glanced up at her an impish smile on his face before he reached for her wrist, yanked her to him, and tossed her over his lap effortlessly. Her bare ass up in the air he then raised his hand and brought it down upon her toned ass cheek.}

S M A C K    S M A C K       S M A C K

[azalea-hawthorne]

Who ever said you were my Mast--oh!

{Azalea squeaked in surprise as she was unceremoniously thrown over Tristan's lap and the strikes began. She writhed at the sharp biting sting of his palm, little pleased whimpers falling from her lips as she let herself drift off into that happy floating space of a masochist finding solace in pain and surrender.}

If i've truly been a bad girl, Sir... {She said on a soft pant.} ...Then you're not doing justice with a punishment. I barely feel a thing. 

Is that the best you've got?

[azalea-hawthorne]

What the heck is that thing he's holding to her?

[gentlemenswolf]

Nope.

Because you two will get to know each other the old fashioned way.

Take your panties off.

[azalea-hawthorne]

Stubborn Wolf. 

Fine, but typically I don't take my gear off in order to meet a new friend. *Snickering to herself, she edged her panties down her legs, kicking them aside as she smoothed the skirt of her dress back down.* 

[azalea-hawthorne]

What the heck is that thing he's holding to her?

[gentlemenswolf]

Allow me to introduce you two then.

Come here…

[azalea-hawthorne]

Not even going to tell me what it is first, Sir?

[azalea-hawthorne]

What the heck is that thing he's holding to her?

[gentlemenswolf]

Mon dieu!

You cannot tell me you have never used a clit vibrator?

[azalea-hawthorne]

I mean, yes...I have. Like, twice. But they were tiny things, Doc Johnson Pocket Rockets and stuff. I've never seen a behemoth thing like that.