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@kitty-wildomme
Karma might actually be a bigger bitch than I am.
No one understands your useless rants Kitty, I'm sure Ells was just being nice.
Typical Tuesday || Jitty || 2/10/15
Jake didn’t expect to get into bed with Kitty so easily, he knew there would be a catch. She was certainly a proud woman, and unlike most girls who Jake went after, she wouldn’t give herself up to him so easily. Play with him? That could be interesting. Jake didn’t know exactly what she meant by that, but he was up for anything as long as the endgame was getting laid. “That sounds very good, Miss Kitty.” His eyes were on hers and he watched as she leaned forward. He hoped the night would continue in this very pleasing direction. He sucked in a breath as she placed her mouth on the skin of his neck. “So, uh, how do you plan on playing with me?” He asked, he was curious as to what she had in mind.
Kitty slowly removed her lips from the submissive's smooth neck, purring at the mark of possession she left in her path. She leaned back and locked her gaze with him again, scratching on hand through his short hair to cup the back of Jake's head. "You'll find out rather quickly that I'm more of a show kind of girl rather than a tell. It's always far more...educational." Kitty whispered the last word heatedly against Jake's ear before smiling and nipping down on the boy's ear lobe to tug it teasingly as she moved her lips to his sharp, masculine jaw-line. "For now, you're to sit back and let me have my fun, understand? I have the right to every ounce of control here and I'll be taking it." With that, she crashed her lips against Jake's for the first time, tilting head into the kiss as her hair brushed against the boy's cheek. Kitty pressed eagerly against the taller boy, letting out a little whine of pleasure as the kiss deepened, her arms locking around his neck as their tongues meshed perfectly together. After a few minutes, Kitty finally released him when her body absolutely required oxygen. "Stand up. Remove your shirt." Kitty ordered, moving to the side to perch on the edge of the couch, gesturing to the center of the room where she wanted him. "I want my pretty little ball of yarn on display for me." She commented with a sly smirk, crossing her legs and quirking her eyebrows in flirtatious anticipation.
Karma might actually be a bigger bitch than I am.
Is your ass jealous of the amount of shit that comes out your mouth right now?
First of all, that made no sense. Second of all, I highly suggest you correct your tone before I correct it for you. This is your first and final warning. Heed it.
Text: Hi.
Text: Hey, Marls.
Text: I’m okay. I just really don’t want to talk about that.
Text: You do deserve it. But you are getting back out there? Tell me. I wanna make sure they’re good enough for my Wilde.
Text: Got it. I'm here if you change your mind.
Text: Adorable, but you know I don't need you to run background checks on the boys I set my sights on, right? I'm perfectly capable of telling the good from the bad. If being exceedingly judgemental was an Olympic event, I'd be up there in the ranks with Mark Spitz.
Karma might actually be a bigger bitch than I am.
How did you contract a fever by making fun of someone? I was following along until that part.
Really? You were following along? Interesting, because unless my eyes are deceiving me, the title specifically indicates that karma is the subject of the post. Which, unless I also need to explain the definition of karma to you, should tell you exactly how my fever is connected to the events in question.
Why are you still here? I thought you ran off to another a planet or something like that. Don't tell me that I celebrated for nothing!
Typical Tuesday || Jitty || 2/10/15
"Mhm. Understood, Miss Kitty." Jake didn’t mind taking up the job one bit. Kitty was interesting, she wasn’t just a pretty face, she came with surprises and Jake was always eager to hear what she had up her sleeve. Jake smirked as she squeezed his bicep. He didn’t even need to flex to impress, Jake made sure to keep his body in top condition. It really paid off when it came to the ladies. He decided it would be best to be straight forward at this point. No more dancing around the topic. "I could serve you sexually. I could really please your body in the best ways, Miss."
Kitty couldn't keep herself from smirking at Jake's words. She always appreciated when someone could get straight to the point. Tip-toeing around the real matter at hand was a colossal waste of time, and as Kitty always said, she simply didn't have the time for that. "I see..." Kitty chuckled and sat up a bit, adjusting her position so that she was straddling Jake's waist. Kitty wrapped her arms around his broad neck and licked at her top lip, bending down a bit so that their foreheads were resting against each other. "I don't have very many doubts that you're capable of doing that, but I'm a prize, and you have to earn the right to have your way with me, boy." The Domme's fingers clawed their way down Jake's chest as she arched her back, pressing against his firm body, all the while keeping their eyes locked on each other. "I'm going to play with you, Puckerman. If I have enough fun, I might just let you play with me. How does that sound?" Kitty knew the answer already, but she needed to hear him agree to it before she continued. As she waited for a definite answer, the blonde leaned forward and attached her lips to the nape of Jake's neck, parting her lips and sinking her teeth into his skin only to sooth it over with her tongue, all the while clutching to his chest for support.
Typical Tuesday || Jitty || 2/10/15
He smirked at her words. She really knew just what to say, and the way she spoke. It was getting Jake into the mood. He wasn’t sure if that was her intention until her hand went down his chest. “A pretty girl like you should never be lonely.” He chimed in. “Oh, I can imagine, Miss.” He could imagine all sorts of things to do with and to the sexy domme. His eyes stayed on hers for the most part but when he noticed some more skin of her legs show, his eyes darted down for a moment to look. “I think I could be of service to you, Miss…I wouldn’t mind helping you get out all those frustrations you have.” As he spoke his eyes were no longer on her’s but instead on her body, her legs, her thighs.
Kitty bit her lip and chuckled quietly under her breath at Jake's comments, dragging her hand back up his torso to rest on his shoulder, tugging him in slightly closer to her as she leaned in, arching her back and letting her soft hair brush against Jake's cheek, breathing out hotly as her eyes honed in on the boy's delectable lips. "You're absolutely right about that, boy. I'm officially making it your job as an equally gorgeous individual to make certain that it never happens again, understood?" Kitty hummed in satisfaction as she managed to break his focus with her own provocative movements. Kitty raised an eyebrow as if she were even slightly surprised with Jake's offer, letting out a little sigh as she continued on. "Oh, really? Well, I suppose could consider using you for my enjoyment... I mean, a kitty cat can only be without her ball of yarn for so long..." The blonde Domme let her hand drop from Jake's shoulder to his taut, firm bicep, giving it a playful squeeze as she adjusted her position, sitting completely in his lap as she clung to his shoulder's for support. She leaned in, resting her forehead against his, keeping her voice in the low, seductive tone she had been using since he entered her room. "How exactly do you propose to serve me, Jacob? I need to know what your ideas are before I give you the chance to put them into effect."
Text: Hi.
Text: Hey, Marls.
Text: I kinda holed up for a while, but not because of being sick. I’m a lot better now, though. And how are you dealing with the Aiden thing? Are you okay? Getting back out there?
Text: I don’t blame you at all for that, Marley. I know that he has important to you. If you need anyone to hole up with you for emotional support or whatever, I’m just a text message away.
Text: I’m not going to lie and say that I’ve forgotten about him. Heck, I think about him everyday. Still, I’m a Wilde. Wilde’s don’t wallow in sorrow over something they can’t control. We get a move on with our lives and get back to being productive. So, yes. You could definitely say that I’m getting myself out there. I’m not looking for someone to replace Aiden, because no one ever will, but that doesn’t make it wrong to start looking for something different to make me just as happy, right? I deserve it. I’m fabulous.
Typical Tuesday || Jitty || 2/10/15
Jake hadn’t seen Kitty in too long. He missed that fine body of hers. So, when he received the order to go to her room, overnight too, he didn’t hesitate a second. Jake packed an overnight bag. Some boxers, a t-shirt, his school uniform for the next day. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself, but Jake couldn’t stop imagining the possibilities of an overnight hang out with Miss Kitty. She was one of the hottest girls at the school and Jake wanted to get laid tonight- Well, he wanted to get laid every night but this night especially. While that was one of his wishes, he was prepared to have a completely normal non-sexual night. Jake had a hard time reading the blonde dominant sometimes. He couldn’t tell if she was over her ex boyfriend or not. As Jake walked to Kitty’s room, he tried not to think about Marley, another girl who he had his eye on. Jake knocked on the door and smiled as soon as he saw her. He stepped inside and dropped his bags. Jake walked over to the couch and took a seat, waiting for her return. His eyes followed her when she entered and took a seat next to him. “I’ve missed you very much, Miss Kitty. You look as beautiful as ever. I was happy to get the call to come over here.” His eyes locked on hers as he spoke, but what he really wanted to look at were those legs draped over his lap. “How have you been, Miss?”
Kitty smiled confidently and nodded along to the submissive's response. "Of course you have. I wouldn't have expected anything less than that perfectly sensible answer from you." Kitty hummed out and ran a hand through her hair, leaning back a bit to look Jake over teasingly. "Always such a smooth talker. I knew there was a reason I keep you around." The blonde Domme let out a breathy sigh and brought one arms across Jake's chest to rest against the scorching skin at the nape of his neck, lazily rubbing her thumb against the area as she spoke, using every trick in the book to capture his attention. "I think it's cute when you play coy, but we both know that you were confident that you hadn't seen the last of me, Puckerman. You're not exactly a taste a girl can give up very easily." Her hand smoothed down his firm chest, serving as punctuation for her flirtation as she went on. "Oh, I've actually been rather lonely and cooped up as of late. I had a fever and it basically made sure that I was quarantined away from all human life." She let out a chuckle and crossed her legs, making herself more distracting by the second, almost challenging the submissive to see how long he could stay focused on what she was saying. "So, as you would imagine, I have all kind of energy to release. I think I just need a nice, strong..." Kitty's lashed fluttered a little as her hand clawed down the boy's clothed abdomen in time wither speech. "...scratching post to take out some of these excruciating frustrations on....' Kitty smirked deviously and regained eye contact with Jake, maintaining a the sound of mock innocence in ehr voice. "I just don't know wherever I would find one that could be of adequate service to me. It's quite the prediciament."
Text: Hi.
Text: Hey, Marls.
Text: What’s up? Update me in the life of Kitty.
Text: Well, I've finally managed to get over being sick, so my world is about ten million times happier than it was a couple days ago. It was miserable. I would've ordered people over to take care of me if the sight other humans didn't make me want to hurl myself from my nine story window. I was in that kind of mood, so it was a good thing you didn't try to text me or anything.
Text: Other than that, I'm fabulous as usual. Yourself?
Text: Hi.
Text: Hey, Marls.
Typical Tuesday || Jitty || 2/10/15
When Kitty Wilde made up her mind about something, there wasn't a force in the universe that could stop her from going after it. To put it frankly, Kitty was sick and tired of moping around and sitting on her fine ass. It was unproductive and pathetic, two traits that Kitty always strove to never convey about herself. Aiden was gone, and a day didn't go by where Kitty didn't miss him, she knew that sooner or later moving on was something that simply had to happen. Kitty was never a woman to waste any amount of her precious time, so she made the executive decision that sooner was and always would be better than later. That fact of the matter was that a certain submissive had done a bit ore than catch her eye ever since his arrival to the academy. It seemed as though there wasn't a thing about Jake Puckerman that didn't have Kitty purring in delight. He was positively delectable to look at, and given his limited experience, he was actually a very good submissive, and Kitty was confident that with her skills, he'd become one of the best that the school had ever seen. It had been far too long, and Kitty was itching to Dominate someone. More importantly, however, she was itching for some attention. Jake always knew how to set her up on her rightful throne as Queen of the world, and it was exhilarating. His adoration of her mirrored what she expected and desired from everyone else, and in that sense, Jake was a refreshing taste of sanity in comparison to the rest of the world's idiots that couldn't quite grasp Kitty's natural brilliance. Jake never failed to impress her, and for that, he was finally going to reap his reward tonight. She had planned to ask the boy to the dance, but when her fever got in the way, those plans went out the window with her functionality as her illness put her out of commission for a good chunk of time. Now, she was back to her peak of health and more than ready to make for every second the fever stole from her. When Kitty saw something that she liked, she sunk her claws into it, and Jake would hardly be an exception to her personal rule. Dressed in a flowing black satin robe and a pair of expensive black stilettos, Kitty touched up her makeup and curled her long blonde hair just in time to hear Jake's knock on her door. She walked through her suite, the heels of her shoes clicking against the mahogany flooring as she sauntered towards the door. Slowly, she opened it and casually rested a perfectly manicured hand on her waist, staring up at the taller boy with a dark, mischievous glint in her hazel eyes as her red lips pulled up into a smirk. "Just on time, pretty boy. Drop your bags here and go take a seat on the couch. I'll meet you there." Kitty nodded for him to adhere to her order and followed him into the living room as he did so. Once Jake was on the couch, Kitty sat next to him, draping her long legs across his lap as the satin material slipped to reveal the smooth, alabaster skin that covered her thighs. "Well?" Kitty asked airly with a quirked eyebrow. "Have you missed me?"
puckerman-itsjustjake
Karma might actually be a bigger bitch than I am.
A couple days before the dance I was shopping at the mall, casually buying out the inventory to every acceptable store up in that place per usual, when I noticed some old bat trying to commit one of the worst fashion crimes in the world. Betty White over here was trying to fit her saggy, shriveled up skeleton into a neon green tube top. It was horrid. So, being the angelic, solider of the Lord that I am, I decided to do a good deed and kindly tell her that seeing her in that ensemble was worse on the eyes than trying to decipher Rosie O'Donnel's true gender, or species, what have you. She responded by jabbing me in the side with her cane and proceeding to buy the article anyway.
I'll admit that my fuse isn't exactly the longest, but let's be real. That was just plain rude. Here I am, trying to do this bitchy biddy a favor and she pulls that on me? Yeah, no. I may or may not have shoved her into the fountain that people toss pennies into. I don't know if she's alright or not. I didn't care enough to check. All I know is that the next day, I had an insanely high fever and had to miss the dance because of it. So, I hope you losers had fun without me tearing up the dance floor, but I'm sure you all spent the night rightfully mourning my absence.
PM: This is going to sound so stupid and ridiculous but I think I miss you...or something along those lines. We're changing that tonight. My room. Five minutes. That's an order. Pack a bag to stay the night.
PM: I’ll see you in five, Miss Kitty.
PM: Good boy.