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@ivylennox
One, just one. And no one should like to be Fifty Shaded, that’s straight abuse right there. But I feel ya. Kinky? I could try blindfolds, but it’s not an aspiration I have. I definitely go for food as aphrodisiacs. Mostly because I just love eating.
Fifty Shades is just shades of grey. It's all overrated and blown out of proportion. Blindfolds are not a bad thing. Definitely give those a try. What kind of foods?
I do not!
It is, but I’m just making a point, I don’t have a lot to compare to. Ooh, that’s a good one, I forgot about that. Um… Like, too much tongue. Is that a thing? Like tongue is okay, but when it starts being like eating a popsicle instead of kissing or like he starts licking you, then I’m like, “No, this is gross, look at your choices.” Any fetishes?
I'm just joshin' ya.
There's nothing wrong with that. At least each one has been memorable, right? Oh lord, tongue is the worst when used incorrectly. Less is more in that department, seriously. I like to be dominated. I mean, not in a Fifty Shades kind of way but I definitely like to give up control in that one aspect of my life. What about you? Any kinky interests?
Fuckin’ run the world.
Uhh… The foot of the bed. Nope, not once. Although your repertoire, I’m sure, is longer than mine, so it’s just a matter of quantity, not percentages. Hmm… Kitchen counter or shower. I can’t decide. You?
Girl, you might need to get out more. Quality not quantity, isn't that the saying? Moving on. Mine is definitely to join the Mile High Club. Least favorite sexual favor?
CEO of the bedroom and the office, bitch.
Yeah, house of mirrors definitely qualifies. [chuckles] I never had to. Giving head or getting head?
You know how we do.
You have to tell me your strangest place, too, by the way. Not even once? Wow, it's clearly about quality with you. I love both equally. Number one fantasy?
I super dig girl on top, but the kind where he’s sitting up—what’s that called? I’m so bad with names. But it’s like on your knees, and you’re like, face to face—I have no idea what you’d call it.
Strangest place you’ve done it?
CEO is where it's at. I am with you 100 percent. I don't know the name of that one, but I do know what you're saying.
I am not sure I can choose just one place that one could consider strange... perhaps in a 'house of mirrors'. How often do you fake it?
I am so ready!
Really? That young? Nineteen, I was a late bloomer.
I guess that makes me an early bloomer. Favorite...position?
Probably. But that’s okay, now we can start on the dirty questions.
When did you lose your v-card?
I love the dirty questions. So game for this.
I think I was, like, fourteen or fifteen. When did you lose yours?
No, no, no, we are not talking about that again. Most fifteen year olds don’t know what they wanna be. I told you—you can do whatever you want. S’all in your head.
No, I mean I didn't even know who I was. Not even, like, anything. Maybe this is the alcohol talking.
[he shakes his head] I… don’t know. I can’t think of anything but— [he couldn’t finish his sentence because he knew he wouldn’t be able to say ‘you’] I don’t know. [he really didn’t know— he was so drunk and everything in his mind was urging him to see what it felt like to be with his friend] I— can’t. [he shook his head, but he didn’t lean away] What are we doing?
[her voice came out small] Can't think of anything, either. [she lied giving him slight smile as his words flooded her mind she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of the intense pull towards her friend and the sound of her pulse beating] We're... [she opened her eyes to look down at her hand on his leg, she continued to speak without looking up from it] just... not doing anything. [she gave a small shrug as she tried to process the new feeling of uncertainty washing over her]
I knew what I wanted to do. I joined the JROTC in middle school.
We've talked about this being impressive, yes? I mean... I didn't even know who I was when I was fifteen.
Perhaps I did, who knows? That was the point I started taking my training seriously for the Corps, so I wanted to cut my hair for efficiency’s sake.
Wait, at fifteen you started to take your training seriously? That seems so... young.
I’m just very smart, aren’t I. So much more booze, oh my God. Gonna be on the floor in a couple hours. You’re a terrible influence.
Yeah, okay, “perfect.” I did everything wrong when I was little. I cut my hair like this when I was fifteen and gave my mother a heart attack. Although I didn’t torment her on purpose.
Don't say I didn't warn you about the influence thing. I am a disaster waiting to happen, you know. Are you feeling shots or a drink?
Perhaps you did torment her on purpose on a subconscious level. Points for cutting your own hair, though. That takes some serious balls, and patience.
[he lowered his gaze as he tries to process her sultry voice] Words are words. They don’t really mean anything. Ivy… [he focuses on her lips before he leans towards her, returning her gaze] Don’t say that. I don’t think I can control myself anymore.
[she breathed out her words in a whisper] What does mean something, then? [watching his mouth as he spoke, she paused for a moment before responding] I think you have enough control in your life. [she trailed her eyes back up to his]
Maybe he’s just perpetually disappointed in us. Like, he expected us to use our whole brains, like, “Hey, look at all this awesome god-like stuff we can share! You guys are awesome, you’re my little creations and you’re the bomb!” And maybe we just let him down. —Fuck, I’m talking about God, I am drunk.
So you’re just a terror to your mother and father. I gotcha.
You're hurting my brain, Connie. We didn't even have a chance in that case! Where's the booze? We need more booze. You need more booze.
I am not a terror. I am entertaining. Little miss perfect over here passing judgement, eh?
It would be awful—you’d think God would’ve been like, “Well, they won’t need 96 percept of this anyway, might as well take it out.” A tad? That’s terrible; your poor mother. She was probably mortified.
When you put it like that, God sounds pretty rude. Thinking we wouldn't use that 96%? I definitely would have. My poor mother? Where do you think I learned that dramatic streak? Not from my father, that's for sure.
[he laughs] Damn. You’re really clever… I like talking to you. You know how to make me laugh. A fruit basket sounds nice. My mom loves those things. [he shakes his head and smiles as he taps his empty glass against the counter] No way… I’m definitely drunker. I honestly don’t remember what we were talking about before. [he looks at her when he feels her hand on his leg] You’re a beautiful woman, Ivy Lennox. If we weren’t really close, I would ask you to stay the night with me.
Sometimes you're too much for me [she grins, winking at him] I think every mum loves a good fruit basket. It's the key to the maternal heart. [she closes her eyes for a moment while speaking] Clearly, whatever we were saying wasn't that important. [opening her eyes slowly she watches him as he speaks] Apollo... [she leans in slightly to look at him] I'm not sure that I would say no.
Yes, such as myself.
The brain is ten thousand times more powerful than any computer we’ve invented and we only use four percent of it. Yet I would call my subconscious teenage bed-wetting pretty idiotic. What about you? I can’t be the only one humiliating myself.
Isn't that why they say a computer is only as smart as the person using it? The human brain would be even more terrifying if we used anymore than four percent. Can you imagine the awful things people would do with that power? As for me humiliating myself... one time when I was, like, five I purposely peed the bed because I was mad at my mom. I may have been a tad bit spoiled.
