HEDONISM

Brielle Lancaster, 25, Artist, Hedonist, Lover of touch and taste and connection

[hedonistxheart]

hcnnahmxe​:

Brielle’s laugh has the incredible quality of making Hannah’s heart feel lighter, she’d tried to write music that sounded like that feeling but never quite managed it, but hearing it in real time was better than anything she could write. After licking her lips from her last bite of food she raised an eyebrow at her friend, “Tell me why I ain’t surprised at the two of you.” She teased before smiling. “I mean, I can teach you now if you want - it’s real simple, and you’re a fast learner.” She paused for a moment and frowned, “There ain’t anyone you’re hopin’ to punch, is there? ‘Cause I know people who could take care of that for you instead.”

Brielle learned ages ago that there was never a reason to be shy or embarrassed around Hannah-Mae. “Um because you’ve come to know us both and descending into r rated chaos is our brand,” she answered with a grin and raised brow. At the concern in her friend’s voice, Bri shook her head. “Oh gosh no, no, nobody I’m looking to punch right this second. I think I’ve just been watching an exorbitant amount of action films this week so I keep thinking about it.”

[imakarmabutterfly]

[hedonistxheart]

cbrooks​:

open  to  anyone.

being  a  night  owl  had  its  perks.  the  silence  of  the  night  matched  with  the  twinkling  of  the  evening  sky—-  it  was  peaceful.  this  was  when  she  did  her  best  thinking,  or  her  best  relaxing.

she  found  herself  up  on  this  hill  during  one  of  dramatic  run  away  from  home  stunts  when  she  was  seven.  ever  since  then,  she’d  come  here—-  when  she  needed  to  think,  when  she  could  sleep,  when  she  just  wanted  to  enjoy  the  beauty  of  the  night  sky.

digits  wrapped  around  the  end  of  the  joint  that  met  her  lips  as  she  inhaled  slowly.  head  falling  to  the  side  as  a  shadow  stole  the  moonlight  from  over  her.  arm  outstretched  above  her,  an  offering  before  her  words  caught  up.  “  care  to  join  me?  ’

@indulgencerpgstarters​

Some nights Brielle couldn’t sleep. Layla was either working late at the restaurant or entertaining a hook up, maybe both knowing how good she was at multitasking. And on nights when she was alone, Brielle liked to go for long walks without particular destinations. 

“If you don’t mind.” The moonlight gave her a hint of the person attached to the arm and the offer, and Brielle stepped closer to get a feel. There were people who offered to share their joints because they were high and in the mood to share the love, and there were people who were just trying to get one over on you. Brielle was still learning to tell the difference, but her gut said this girl was safe.

She stretched out beside the brunette, gently taking the joint, letting out a content sigh as she took that first pull. “I was always bad at picking out constellations and shit. Do you know any?”

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opheliadavis​:

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“Then you might well be in the wrong city.” Ophelia hummed as she looked back at the blonde. It was just the way things was around here she supposed, well, not just here, around people like her they were the ones that this type of stuff that it happened too because they asked for it, they welcomed the chaos in their lives and this was just the result. “I have a medic I am sure I’ll run into at some point but no hospitals.” That was the damn rule, no hospitals because they asked questions and she wasn’t so sure that she would like the answers that they had to give her. “I am just sort of hoping that the whiskey helps ease the pain and then I’m going to sleep like a damn baby.” 

“Maybe,” she answered, not looking to start a fight with the brunette. It wasn’t the first or the last time someone said that to her. Too soft to be here, going to get corrupted or killed, that was the general sentiment. “Just make sure you don’t have a concussion or anything. You don’t want to go to sleep with one of those.”  And because it sometimes got her in trouble to come off as too much of a busybody prude, she gestured to the bartender. “Her drinks are on me for the rest of the night.”

[hedonistxheart]

xblayla​:

“you want the impossible.” she whined and wiggled her hips quickly, trying to quicken the pace as much as she could. ( not too much though, it was brie who set the pace, as much she hated it. ) a pout formed on her face and she let out another groan, nodding her head she tried to reach or anything. because, she would eat anything at this point to get what she wanted from brie. really, how did brielle expect her to focus on food while her fingers were on her? it was driving her mad and it was visible on her face. 

or in her voice, with each moan or gasp that managed to slip out. she was fucking soaking and brie knew it. “i hate you.” she whimpered, going for a piece of beef. then she touched her there and layla jumped a little, barely caring at that she was desperately humping brie at this point. “i really, really hate you.” and home, yes. layla couldn’t wait to get brie home. finally, she composed herself to grab more food, this time bringing the fork to brie’s lips, “taste. become overcome and just let me cum, please.” 

“You love me,” Brielle hisses into the curve of Layla’s ear. There was nothing that topped the way her girlfriend turned into a writhing humping mess of want for her, what a soft needy bottom she could be. Brie felt powerful, she felt in charge and wanted and needed.  She let’s her lips part to accept the forkful of food. It’s definitely good. Good enough to earn Layla a second finger pushing inside her, a little more pressure on her clit. “Mmm not yet, baby girl, I have to say what I mean and mean what I say.” 

Her free hand pushes down Layla’s scrap of a top, frees her left breast so that she can tease her nipple properly. “Finish what’s on your plate and then you can cum, my love.”  She motivates her with a slightly faster pace, teasing the tip of her nipples with that just right amount of pressure she knew Layla loved. Brielle’s lips return to her girlfriend’s neck, sucking and kissing and dragging her teeth along that increasingly flushed skin. “Tell me how good it feels, baby girl.”

[hedonistxheart]

hcnnahmxe​:

“Sounds like a mighty fine trade off to me - and ain’t that all we can hope for? An amusin’ life sure sounds lovely.” Hannah had known Brielle for long enough now to that she was almost chronically insecure, growing up with parents that constantly compared you to unreachable standards would do that, but as far Hannah was concerned no one from her friend’s family could hold a candle to her. She flashed a wicked grin, green eyes twinkling with mischief, “I absolutely would, I’m just so sweet, people have no choice but to listen to me, y’know?” She batted her eyelashes for a moment like butter wouldn’t melt, before leaning forward with a small smirk to stage whisper, “’Course, if you can promise a broken bone or two to guide them towards the right choice…”

Brielle laughs with delight. This was the thing about Hannah. She was batted eyelashes and honey sweet voice, but then she’d lean in and remind you that she knew all the right bones to break in a body. They had not yet gotten into the intimate details of how and why, Brie thought perhaps her friend wanted to save her from that kind of darkness. Sooner or later though, Hannah-Mae would learn that Brie had a soft belly but an iron tough ability to love people though their demons. “You still have to show me how to land a proper punch one of these days. Layla has tried a few times but we descend into...less fighting and more loving...very very quickly.”

[lunaoblonsky]

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opheliadavis​:

Open | Worth a Shot  @indulgencerpgstarters​

Ophelia ached as she settled herself onto the bar stool. She had been back to the manor, glad to find it quiet and that her key and codes still worked after weeks away, her bedroom untouched and the shower had washed away the blood and the grime that was on her but the marks on her pale skin remained, the bruise around her eyes though faded still prominent and a stiff drink seemed like the only way she was going to be getting any uninterrupted sleep tonight but she didn’t want to drown her sorrows, not here alone and a bar seemed like a much less sorry place. “I’ll take a large of anything from the top shelf and something for my friend here if they promise to stop staring.” She mused, gaze turning to the person next to her at the bar who seemed to be staring at her wounds. “Never seen a woman bruised before?” 

It’s true that she loves social drinking, bar nights with friends and lovers and everyone in between. But some nights she liked to sit at the bar by herself and quietly soak up the people around her. Brielle winced when she was called out for staring. She hadn’t meant to, she knew how wholly bone deep uncomfortable it could be to have someone eyeing you up at a vulnerable time. For a moment she considers not answering, turning her head politely like the brunette obviously wanted her to, sipping at her strawberry daquiri in peace. But something in her overrode that desire. “I have,” she answered softly. “I’d like to hope that seeing any human being bruised is something I will never be able to just casually look past and not feel concerned about. That...that looks like it hurts. Have you been checked out?” 

[hedonistxheart]

hcnnahmxe​:

“Well, it’s more fun than makin’ sense of my own random nonsense, that’s for sure.” She grinned. One of the only things she ever missed about Mississippi was the home cooking, it never tasted the same when she tried to cook her Granny’s recipes for herself, so having real comfort food was a blessing. Hannah-Mae watched Brielle closely as she looked away from her, shaking her head slightly, she knew all too well about trying to get her own parents voices out of her head, “you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout them anymore, the people who matter are here with you, and we love you, okay?” She reached across the space between them to give the other girls hand a gentle squeeze. “Look, the way I see it, you gotta focus on not letting yourself down. If you do what you want then the right people are gonna be there for it - and I am not above manipulatin’ people to get them to turn up if that’s what you need.” She teased with a wink, giving her hand another warm squeeze.

“We can trade then. You can have fun with my random nonsense and I’ll have fun with yours, and life will always be amusing.” Brielle could feel Hannah-Mae’s eyes on her, that penetrating gaze that was going to work all her fears and worries out of her whether she liked it or not.  If the woman didn’t have such a talent for music she would have made a wonderful psychologist too. “I know,” she answered, her voice warming as she soaked up the love. She had friends, she had family of the heart, she had Layla...her life was full in a way she never thought it would be and her blood family could not take that from her. Brielle laughs, imagining Hannah out manipulating people into stepping into Sweet Lips and up to the gallery. “I have every belief that you would sell out the whole gallery in one night. You...are a cutthroat persuader, my friend.”

[hedonistxheart]

xblayla​:

“did i mention horrible. horrible.” a whine left her mouth as she tried to twist into brie’s touch, her eyes on her girlfriend as the other woman tried the soup. but she couldn’t help but grin proudly at brie’s compliment before she remembered she was suppose to be pouting. it didn’t take much for brie to pull another moan out of her, showing even more of her neck. “i’d like to think that i taste better.” now, if only brie would give her what she really wanted, food be damned. she wasn’t focused on anything but brie’s fingers, letting out a loud gasp when she dipped back her panties. 

“i will give you anything you want.” and she meant it, if brie wanted a baby right now, she’d give her one. her entire body shuddered and she couldn’t help but try and rock on brie’s single finger, it wasn’t anything but torture but she couldn’t stop herself from doing it. “y-yes.” she couldn’t help but whimper, curling into brielle as much as she could. see? she was already starting to stutter. but how could anyone expect her to talk or think straight? “y-yes…p-please….please.”  could she sound any more desperate? ( yes, yes she could. ) and just to weaken brie’s resolve a little more, she reached for brie’s free hand, leaning just a bit to suck on one her fingers, running her tongue around and pulling off with a small ‘pop’ “you taste better too.” 

Oh those little tremors, those shakes of her hips, feed Brielle’s soul. Sometimes she thinks she could survive solely off the sounds Layla makes when she’s asking for more. That loud gasp especially, makes Brie’s lips part like she was sucking in the sound. She lets the girl curl into her, her chin atop her head, lips pressing soothingly as her finger continues to tease her girlfriend’s clit. “I told you what I want,” she answered, adding a second finger and rubbing in a harder circle. “I want you to eat this food you made, every bit, and be a good girl while I touch you till you’re allowed to cum.” 

And then those perfect lips catch her finger. Brie sucks in a breath and her eyes darken. “Naughty minx,” she accuses huskily. The hand is pulled back, it joins the other one beneath Layla’s skirt, The finger that had been sucked on is slowly teased against Layla’s entrance. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” she hissed out against the curve of her neck, finally pressing that digit inwards. “You’re lucky I don’t have any of our toys on me or I’d fuck you real hard with the strap-on right on this table. That’ll have to wait till we get home.” She begins to fuck Layla slowly, her other hand continuing to focus slow hard circles against her clit. Teeth graze Layla’s neck, sucking the skin till it grew flush.

[hedonistxheart]

hcnnahmxe​:

“Historically, feasts are pretty good ways of worshippin’, so I think you’re onto something.” Hannah grinned, being around Brielle always managed to put her at ease, she still had secrets and fears but they seemed less like a pain in her chest and more like a dull ache, she was infinitely thankful for the other. She shook her head as she took the fork, picking up her first bite, “You worry too much, sweetie.” She soothed before bringing the food to her mouth. She took a moment to savour it, thanking God for the chance to have something so delicious, “Damn, that’s so good.” The blonde murmured before looking back at Brielle and raising an eyebrow, “Y’ain’t thinkin’ your arts not good enough, are you?” She narrowed her eyes, “‘Cause if that’s the case I may have to smack some sense in to you - you’re an incredible artist, Bri, I’m sure the gallery looks stunnin’.”

“I love the way you take my random nonsense and make it sound like a calculated move,” Brielle commented with a giggle. Hannah was one of those people she felt like she’d known forever, wished she’d known forever. Soul food and good for the soul friendship warmed her from the inside out as she watched Hannah take a bite. “Right? Layla is gonna fatten me up.”  Her eyes dart down nervously, a tell tale sign of when she’s feeling insecure. “After years of my parents telling me I’d never hold a candle to my brother it’s...it’s hard to get their voices out of my head,” she answered. Between Hannah and Layla she was going to be smacked into next Tuesday but she wasn’t sure the doubt could just be magically smacked all the way out of her. “I think it looks good, I do. I just am nervous it won’t take off the way I want it too. It’s not just about my art. I want to be...a space where other new artists can be discovered to. I don’t want to let them down.”

[hedonistxheart]

xblayla​:

“horrible, just horrible.” though, her tone was light and flirty. “you make me frustrated, weak and needy and i love it.” god, did she love it. she loved every moment of it and she wanted it right now. she wanted brie right now and brie knew it and had the power to hold of it over head and layla would beg. even if it had to be forced out of her mouth, at some point she’d break and beg. “yesss…those.” groan left her mouth at the tease, her head following brie’s as she pulled away. “both of those. both, pleaseee can i have both.” in fact, she even offered more of her neck, trying to get even closer to brie even though there was no space between the two of them. “it’s your fault, i’m this way.” she wouldn’t have to demand if brie would just give. 

the touches, the touches would really be the thing to do her in. “food, it taste horrible.” she whined out, already rolling her hips as best she could against brie’s fingers, whining when they left and moaning again as the other woman touched her breast. “trust me, i know the chef.” the meal wouldn’t be close to being finished before she was a begging mess. just what brie wanted. and it was always the words, the way brie spoke to her and the command in her tone. it made her weak, completely compliant to whatever brie wanted. and normally, she’d fight back a little more but tonight was different, she looked up at brie with the best puppy eyes she could manage in this state. “i’m a very dirty girl who loves it when i’m denied, i love being teased by you and i love it even more when you don’t let me.” and being the good girl she was, she grabbed her spoon and took some the stew, making sure to make a show of licking the spoon clean. “however many you tell me to give you.” even if brie kicked up the number, layla knew she’d give brie whatever she wanted. 

The whines...the moans, the way Layla writhes against her touch. Dinner and a show, that’s what Brielle is enjoying right now. A full aesthetic experience. “Hmm, let me test that theory.” Brielle leans in to taste a spoonful of her own stew, her free hand dragging it’s nails teasingly along the edge of Layla’s underwear. “I don’t know, babe. This is pretty fucking tasty.” But then her mouth returns to the curve of her girlfriend’s neck as she sucks and grazes her teeth against that beautiful spot where neck meets shoulder. “But then you do taste really good too.” A wolfish grin answers the way Layla doesn’t hesitate to give Brie the words she wants to hear.

Watching that spoon be licked clean doesn’t fail to make Brie want to squeeze her thighs together. But she’s a woman on a mission, focusing on her plate with one hand while her free hand slid between the girl’s legs again. One finger teasingly dipping beneath the fabrice to caress her. “Now baby, you know I get greedy. I might tell you to give me ten. I might tie you up and strap a vibrator to you while I fuck you, make you cum until you black out.” Her pointer finger slides against soft folds, finds Layla’s clit and gives it the barest of gentle circles. “Is that what you want me to do, baby girl? Make you cum till you forget what it feels like to do anything else?”

[hedonistxheart]

hcnnahmxe​:

Hannah-Mae smiled genuinely when Brielle stepped into view, though she raised an eyebrow at the mention of lunch, “lunch? I ain’t barely–” she paused when she caught sight of the of the clock on the wall, confirming that it was lunch time and that she’d spent so long cleaning that all sense of time had disappeared, “Oh, dang, you’re right, I ain’t had lunch.” She set the violin back on it’s hook before moving over to the cash desk to pull out the two stools stashed there, sighing happily as the smell of food hit her nostrils. “Layla’s such a good cook, and you know I’ll never turn down some soul food, especially when it smells that good.” Hannah grinned as she perched on one of the stools, swinging her legs for a moment, “so, how’ve you been, sugar? Not making too many good decisions I hope.”

Time flew when you were doing what you loved, and Brielle wasn’t certain she’d ever seen someone love sharing the love of music as much as Hannah-Mae did. “I swear her culinary prowess is a gift from God and I am a okay worshipping at the alter of a plate and cutlery ready to feast.” She brings herself to a perch beside her friend, all sunshine smile and the scent of home cooking as she opened the container fully and offered Hannah a fork. “Oh well, I’ve not been misbehaving to my normal standards. Layla and I have been so busy getting Sweet Lips ready. We’re shooting for a March opening and god the time is starting to creep up on us.” She waves her fork dramatically and then snags a bite. “Not that she isn’t ready, she’s had the restaurant in tip top shape for ages, but my ass has been making final changes on the gallery.”

[hedonistxheart]

text: to bestie b (brielle)

augie: i just want to make sure you are taken care of you dumb bitch

augie: he could be up for it, did you want me to take him for a test drive first?

augie: like he might be pumped with enough coke to go all night, or he might be injecting horse tranquilizers, you never know.

brielle: and i love you for it you sexy hoe

brielle: yeah take him for a test drive, get the lay of the land, see how he handles. that way at the very least you get at least one good fuck for yourself.

brille: cause i mean...you spend too much of your time having bad sex, babe, you're the one that deserves the real good orgasm here.

[hedonistxheart]

text: to bestie b (brielle)

augie: atta girl! the dick signal is like the bat signal, CANNOT BE IGNORED. obviously it's both mine and someone else's dick but the emergency is me checking if you've been dicked down? i can't be selfish and hoard all of it for myself.

augie: there is a really cute guy at the bar and i've spent the day having awful sex so I obviously need to suck some good dick, but do you want a crack at him first?

brielle: i am perpetually touched by how often you think of me. Sharing really is caring.

brielle: honest assessment here, does he give you the vibes that he has the stamina for both of us? if he seems like he's cute but might be a one and done pony I give you my blessing to devour him yourself.

brielle: though if you want to send me some audio I wouldn't be mad about extra spank bank ammo

[hedonistxheart]

xblayla​:

“you’re right on both accounts. always right. always right for me.” she didn’t mind the kissing one bit. she loved the food but she’d always take the kisses. the heat slowly started to rise through her body at brie’s words. she did shiver at the memory however. “boneless. i’m sure you left me boneless.” and she really wasn’t stressed about finals after that. “i had never talked into a test so relaxed.” even her teacher noted the change, she was one of more…tense students. and there was always the slight moan at being called a good girl. brie knew it. if she could only one pick one praise for the rest of her life, it’d be that. “you know what you do to me.” she couldn’t let but let out the whine. 

she didn’t even need the command. ( though, it did help her move faster, another moan slipping out.) and in a matter of seconds, she was settled in brie’s lap, snuggling up to her.  she closed her eyes right away, a loud whine leaving her mouth when brie pulled her lips away. finally, she opened her eyes, a large pout on her face. “i want the kisses, why’d you take them away.” even though she knew why, why? snuggled up to brie like this, it didn’t take long her to fall. which always sparked her, begging brie to just touch her. that being said, she couldn’t deny brie either. especially, when she commanded, she wanted to please to a fault. “yes ma’am.” she said it with a slight drawl, leaning forward a catch the beef, maintaining eye-contact as she chewed, swallowed and licked her lips. “now, i ate…kiss me again…skip the food…at least we could skip straight to dessert.” if she was slightly whining before, it was full blown now. wiggling in brie’s lap to tempt her. “’is not fair. you always do this too me…i keep coming back.” so what did that say about her?

“Mmm I do know what I do to you, but I like making you give me the dirty details out loud,” Brielle hummed, her fingers pushing down along Layla’s waist, finding the slit in her skirt and letting the tips of her fingers just barely brush against the inside of her thigh. Boneless, yes, Layla had been a boneless breathless mess cradled against her chest that night. It had been the first time they’d fallen asleep together, stayed intimately wrapped up till the morning. It was the first morning she’d gotten to waken up with Layla nestled in her arm, watch the morning light kiss her skin, see that soft grin she woke up with.  “What kisses baby? You mean these?” She leans in to tease a kiss along her lips, let her tongue play against their softness only to pull away the second Layla parted her lips in response. “Or these kisses?” Her head dips again and she finds her girlfriend’s pulse point racing, kisses and then drags her teeth just the right amount of pressure.

Her lips curl in wolfish pleasure as she watches Layla spin between bratish begging and submissive acquiescence. “So demanding,” she muses, though there is nothing she loves more than listening to Layla’s pitch get higher with desperation as she begs. “Mmm no no no baby, no skipping anything. We’re gonna eat all this food, every bite...and dessert. And you don’t get to come till we’re done, but you do get to stay teased and needy and wet for me.”  Her hand shifts upwards, tip toing against that soft warm skin till she’s rubbing at Layla through her underwear. “You fucking love it when I tease you, baby.  Say it. Say you’re a dirty girl who likes to be teased and denied and then pick up that spoon and take a bite of your stew like a good girl.”  The command is low and husky, her other hand moves to just barely circle the swell of Layla’s left breast. “Hmm how many times should I make you come once you’re allowed to. Three? Maybe four? Five?”

[hedonistxheart]

text: to bestie b (brielle)

augie: are you doing anything right now? if you are, you aren't now. i have an emergency of the dick appointment kind and obviously that is the most important.

brielle: augie you know I will clear my schedule for you at the first drop of the emergency dick signal. what do we got, what's the situation, who is in peril is it your dick or somebody else's?