will you light my candle?

Welcome and congratulations for finding this blog in the vast expanse of the internet! As I'm sure you already know, I'm Rachel Barbra Berry, Nebraska-born resident of the prestigious Dolloway Insitute. Although a blog, no matter how well-designed and informative, can never substitute the stage door interaction between stars and regular people, I do hope your visit will make the wait for my Broadway debut a little easier to endure. sex is emotion in motion ~Mae West

[dollowayrachel]

dollowayfabray liked your post:Do you enjoy having your hair pulled during sex? dolloway-hudson liked your post:Do you enjoy having your hair pulled during sex?

I don't believe this comes as a surprise for either of you.

[dollowayrachel]

Do you enjoy having your hair pulled during sex?

Yes. Yes, that is definitely one of the very nice things I've discovered since my arrival at Dolloway.

[dollowayrachel]

Do you wax?

I do. I'm very particular about hair, and my waxing regime is both intensive and ruthless towards unwanted follicles. 

[dollowayrachel]

Do you like surprises? || Faberry

It was hard not to be excited where Quinn was involved. Ever since she'd first set foot in Dolloway over a month ago (had it really been that long?) she'd made a very conscious effort to not get attached. Everyone in there was trying to get points, and it would be in her best interest to stay as far away from drama as she possibly could. Had Quinn's kisses and sweet nicknames made her knees weak? Yes. But she knew - she shared a room with them - Quinn slept with Jesse every single night until she leveled up, so it would've been more than a little silly to get her hopes up. Still, she was excited.

Quinn could've invited anyone else along for her reward, and she chose Rachel. The brunette grinned even as she checked herself out on the mirror one last time. This time, she was far from the hot pink mess Quinn had seen by the hot tub. This was a date, as far as she could tell, and Rachel would treat it as such. There were high, champagne-colored heels. A little red dress that was short without being scandalous, but still showcased her legs like she honestly thought they deserved to be showcased. And she'd curled her hair and left it down. Just in case Quinn wanted to run her fingers through it.

Or pull on it and bite her neck again. Either option worked for her.

Not without a little nervousness, Rachel walked into the Lambda common room and waited, hoping Quinn would not be far behind. Would she greet her with a kiss? Rachel absent-mindedly traced a leaf on a nearby plant. Would she call her baby girl? Would Quinn like her in this dress? And perhaps more importantly, where would Quinn take her for her surprise?

[dollowayrachel]

Do you sing when you reach orgasm?

No, Anon. I doubt I'd be able to string together even two notes under those circumstances.

[dollowayrachel]

Who do you like more? Men or women?

I fall in love and feel attracted to people regardless of sex and gender. Historically, I've fallen in love mostly with men, and been attracted to mostly women, but that doesn't mean I necessarily prefer either to the other or anything else in the gender/sex spectrum. 

[dollowayrachel]

Dream Broadway role besides Funny Girl?

Maria from West Side Story. Evita in the homonimous musical. And I'd very much like to originate my own Broadway role.

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Working Up A Sweat | Finchel

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Making Rachel laugh lightened the mood quite a bit, and given the positions they were in it was crystal clear what each was wanting out of their meetup. Pressing against her, he groaned a little as stimulation was immediate and he already felt the need for more of her now. “I’m sure you have, and i want to find out for myself.” Allowing himself to savour her by kissing along her neck slowly, wrapping a leg around him, the eagerness was starting to take hold. “I guess that’s something you’ll have to learn for yourself too,” he murmured into her skin, though he added a bit of a harder press against her arousal, letting the ripple of pleasure flood through them both as the growing bulge ground into Rachel.

"Then let’s find that out, huh?" Finn began to pull them both up from the mat a little, fingers wrapping around the edges of her shorts and made short work of stripping them from Rachel. With more skin, more of those lithe dancer legs on display he had more that he wanted to touch. Letting hands glide against her, first down thighs with strong grasps, he soon began to rub gently against the front of her dampened panties. Grunting a bit, he stifled it by capturing her lips once more, tongues curling around each other. He was going to make sure he put her flexibility to the test. Moving his fingers under the edges of her panties, Finn began to rub side to side against warm entrance as he paid attention to how it effected her.

[dollowayrachel]

Suddenly, there was Finn everywhere. On her neck, between her thighs, and even in the air around them every time he spoke. And Rachel liked it. There was something her modern woman self would never admit about feeling small and at someone else's mercy, especially with someone as physically imposing as Finn. He didn't ask for permission to touch or kiss, or even to undress her, and yet he wasn't overwhelmingly dominant, either. Rachel didn't feel the need to call him 'Sir'. It was... different. In a very good way.

"Well, I am a very naturally curious girl." She grinned, even if his fingers against her panties pulled a moan from her throat. She was already wet, and the thought of him having proof of it only made her arousal grow. Once his fingers slipped under her panties, she moaned into his mouth, the new sensation momentarily distracting her from the kiss. Hips rolled slightly against his hand, encouraging him to keep going, and Rachel let one of her hands slide into his hair to keep his head in place while she kissed him back.

[dollowayrachel]

Go to shower song.

I have many on rotation, but I'd say probably The Wizard and I, Take Me Or Leave Me, or maybe even Don't Cry For Me Argentina.

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Working Up A Sweat | Finchel

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He was pressing her legs back right into her chest and Rachel didn’t mind it at all, in fact she was still encouraging him to position her as he wanted. Finn was looking down at the soulful dark brown eyes and grinning, already imagining some of the things he wanted to do to her here and now. Letting himself press a little against her, hips to hips, there was a slight flinch and then a settle as she stifled a moan and asked him about football practice. “Not exactly,” he smirked. “If they had, games would be very awkward.” leaning down to let his mouth settle against hers into a soft kiss, soon her hands were against his cheeks. Smile widened when Rachel admitted to liking the slightest of stubble that was growing on his face. “I’m glad.” The softness in her voice right now was making her seem so delicate, so precious, and yet there was an underlying sense that if he tore he clothes off right here and now she’d probably turn into a wildcat.

Grinding a little more into her hips, letting out a soft breath before resuming the now more heated kiss with Rachel as tongue slipped inside the heat of her mouth, there was a slight pulsing beneath his shorts that he knew she could feel. Such thin layers, these workout clothes. And yet, still too many between them. One of his hands slid down the back of Rachel’s thigh and positioned it so that her leg wrapped around his waist, the other still pressed straight up against her body between them. “I think you need a full upper and lower body workout tonight.” Grinding with a little more power behind it, he moved his mouth against the nape of Rachel’s neck. “I bet you’re so tight.”

[dollowayrachel]

She had to giggle at the image of those football players stretching each other's legs and grinding in that position. Finn was doing a very good job at lightening the mood, even if it was still very clear where the night was going to end. She liked that they could laugh a little even with their bodies pressed so close and the promise of sex very much obvious between them. But being attracted to each other - knowing they were going to get naked sooner or later - didn't mean they couldn't joke a little bit, did it?

Her teeth caught her bottom lip when she felt him stir against her. There was something about feeling a man get hard against her - for her - that hit her right where it counted. It was like the sexiest kind of ovation. "I've heard I am." Tight. He felt big, even if he wasn't fully hard yet, and she felt a warm throb between her thighs at the thought of having him inside, stretching her and filling her up. "You feel so-" a quiet moan when he kissed her neck, and she shifted her hips against him, "big." She was fairly sure he could already feel her own arousal through the thin layers of their pants. "I'm sure you'll have no trouble... working me out, so to speak."

[dollowayrachel]

Touch Me || St. Berry

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Rachel moved— just so— and Jesse knew it was the first tell-tale signs of what would swiftly become a very real frustration for her. The key to eating a woman’s pussy was to pay attention to all of her. Be enthusiastic without being sloppy. Hit everywhere. Get every little spot again and again. Don’t be shy to put your tongue inside her, between her lips, against her thighs, down at her taint. Don’t be afraid to use your whole mouth. Nip at her. Suck at her. Kiss her pussy like you’d kiss her mouth. And when she can no longer take the anticipation— when she’s wet— so wet that she’s running down your chin and throat— when her clit is as on and stiff as the erection you’re no doubt sporting at that point in the session— that’s when you give it to her.

He could feel Rachel all over his lips and teeth and tongue, his chin too, as he pulled away to admire the sight of her and his work. She was flush— such a beautiful, deep red— swollen and shiny— open and inviting. The sight of her alone made his cock throb in his trousers, but it wasn’t time to get into temptation. Not yet. Or… maybe…

Blue eyes looked up to find dark brown, so dark now that they might as well have been black. Her dilated pupils had swallowed those pretty irises whole, and if anything, it only made her sexier. He licked his lips and surged up slowly, dragging the fronts of their bodies together until he could capture her mouth in a slow, deep, very thorough kiss, offering her own taste to her tongue as he stroked the roof of her mouth and the backs of her teeth. Meanwhile his fingers skirted down her thigh, blunt nails dragging, until he could circle her entrance with two fingers, teasingly, before finally pushing inside and testing her tightness. Still, her clit went purposely ignored.

[dollowayrachel]

This was all so wildly different from anything she'd experienced in here. Quinn had been all sweet softness and gentle Domination. Finn was physically imposing but never particularly rigid. But Jesse, for all his seemingly inoffensive looks, was a whole different thing. He ate her - devoured her - and it was somehow still about him. He seemed to be ordering her to marvel at his skill and enjoy his absurdly talented mouth but never forget he was the one in charge. Her almost painfully neglected clit made sure she remembered that.

And then he looked up, and Rachel flushed somehow, even if the fact that she was all over his mouth and chin and throat should've made her unable to feel in any way bashful around him. And she almost said something. Something not too complicated, because her brain was not working at its full capacity, but something. Except he once again made it clear control was all his, and his mouth was on hers before she could get out a single word.

The moan that escaped her lips was downright obscene. Something thick and raunchy and unlike any sound she'd ever made. She could taste herself in his tongue. There was something equal parts erotic and egotistical about that. She was delicious. And when she returned the kiss, there wasn't even a hint of passiveness in it. He tasted like her and she kissed him just like he'd eaten her before. Thorough and bold and wet, greedy and passionate and with her fingers - another moan, this time almost a gasp, when his fingers finally pushed inside her - still running through soft hair.

[dollowayfabray]

Mm-hmm.

Tomorrow is perfect. Cocktail dress, if you have one. Shoes comfortable to dance in. I’ll meet you in the Lambda common room at eight. Sound good?

[dollowayrachel]

It sounds very good, yes.

Do you have a favorite color? 

[dollowayfabray]

Very good. Which night works best for you? The entire night.

[dollowayrachel]

The entire night.

Tomorrow? I'd say tonight, but I have a feeling that'd sound overeager. So tomorrow sounds like a very good second choice, I think.

[dollowayrachel]

As you should, baby girl. 

I have an idea or two in mind. Do you like surprises?

With you? Yes.

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Working Up A Sweat | Finchel

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He smiled as she admitted to having a dance background. Oh yeah, limber as Rachel was, she had to have some sort of routine for keeping so in shape. She didn’t seem to have a problem with the way he’d taken her leg and was plying it, in fact she was encouraging him to go even further now. “If you insist,” he said with a smile. The look on Rachel’s face was loud and clear, she was enjoying herself so far and wanted a little more. He laughed as she again called him coach… he could get used to that. Leaning down a little more, pressing Rachel’s leg down against her body slowly… damn, she really was flexible… Finn hovered over the brunette now, his hips pressing slightly into her own. Now that definitely felt good.

"You really are in shape, Broadway." His earlier nickname for her coming into play now, he grinned as he gently moved her leg a little more for resistance, pushing down as it came flush against her body to show tremendously lithe abilities. "Oh I think we can make good use of it." His face was but a few inches from her own now, dark brown eyes peeping up at him with a certain vivaciousness to them, pulling him towards her. "Think you could do both at the same time?" Taking her other leg and pulling it in against her as well, pinning both right up against herself, Finn’s hips were pressing directly into hers now and gave a soft little grind. "Oh yeah, just like that." Unable to resist temptation now, Finn closed the gap and began to kiss Rachel on the lips.

[dollowayrachel]

Oh, that nickname was nice. She'd liked it in writing, but hearing it from his lips made it even better. Broadway. Simple, yes, and perhaps a touch obvious, but maybe that was why she liked it so much. He could call her Broadway any day of the week, and twice whenever he got as close as he was right now. She could only hope, as she giggled quietly and let him position her at will, that that look on his face meant he was getting some ideas as to how to best take advantage of her flexibility.

"Is this what they taught you in football practice?" She teased, letting out a quiet moan when his hips pressed into her own. It had been... a very, very long time since she'd been with a man, and she'd be lying if she said she hadn't missed it. Especially when his lips finally found hers, and Rachel sighed into the kiss, hands moving to cup his face and keep it close. "You're a bit scratchy." She whispered between kisses, hips shifting against his just so. Her fingertips gently brushing against the slight stubble on his jaw. Meeting him late in the day had certainly been the best choice. "I like it."

[dollowayrachel]

Hey, you. Let me know when you're feeling better. I'd love to share my reward with you.

My first night in the Lambda bed has me feeling like a new woman tonight - I'm going to write a sternly worded e-mail to management about the so-called "beds" at the infirmary. 

But I'd love to spend some time alone with you, Quinn. Have you decided  which area you're going to ask for?

[dollowayrachel]

The least well-timed illness of them all.

[dollowayfabray]

Yes, well… I got a little carried away with my own drinking, but from what everyone is telling me, I did a decent job. 

Did you ever get to call your Dads?

[dollowayrachel]

I somehow doubt I'd have found anything to complain about while dancing with the tipsy version of you.

I didn't, sadly. But there's always next weekend, I suppose.