Lucy Fitzpatrick

Born to an academic family from the Midwest, Lucy became an only child at the age of six, when her older sister, Emily, died of alcohol poisoning at a college party. By high school, Lucy had turned into a mirror image of Emily, down to her speech patterns and the color of her retainer. However, on the tenth anniversary of Emily’s death, Lucy snapped. She dyed her hair, emptied her bank account, and caught the first bus she could find to Boston. With no friends or chances of employment, Lucy had no choice but to sell her body into prostitution to the Brigid Boys. Two years later, not much had changed.

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

Do I have to work everyday?

[roryflynn-sullivan]

Um… Well… If you’re sick or something. Yeah. I guess. Would my dad have said yes?

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

Hahaha, well I'm self employed... But I've been debating on whether or not to take a couple of days off. I don't want my, uhm, clients losing interest because I'm taking a few days off. I need my clients for my money.

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

Do I have to work everyday?

Or can I take a few days off?

[danytheunburnt-deactivated20151]

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More of a Woman Than You Think || Lucy and Richard

[richard-kelley]

He wanted to last, wanted to hold out for her. But he couldn’t. It was all too much. The feel of her hands and mouth, the way she had looked up at him, the sense of having a girl with him who wasn’t drunk, who actually wanted to be there…All of it was too much, and he couldn’t hold back. He couldn’t believe it. He felt like a dumb teenager again, a flashback to the first time he had ever attempted to have sex, when he hadn’t even made it into the girl before he had exploded. And the same thing had just happened again. He promptly rolled over onto his side, a futile attempt to hide from Lucy, and the smile he knew would be on her face. He didn’t want her to see him blush.

But that was the problem, and Richard knew it. He shouldn’t care what Lucy thought about him. She was just a little whore. He was better than her. He could just throw some money at her, and she’d have to do anything he asked, no matter what it was. Well, he could if he had any money to speak of. And he did care about the girl, even though he had barely interacted with her before today. After taking her back to his apartment, he cared even more. Seeing how she reacted to some simple kindness…It was just too much for him. Lucy was just a little girl. He had to help her. He hadn’t been able to help others in the past. That wouldn’t happen again.

He quickly grabbed his pants, slipping them back on. He’d find his shirt and underwear later. Right now, he just needed to get his thoughts back together. “The bathroom’s over there,” he told Lucy, pointing at the door. “You can shower if you like, I don’t really care. I don’t know what you do with your clients.” He was being mean, cruel even. He should stop and go back to the bed and sweep her into his arms and kiss her until they were both breathless. Instead, he stomped out of his bedroom, to his kitchen. His kitchen was safe. It was a mess, dirty dishes stacked up in the sink (he would wash them that evening. Maybe). It was a mess, but it was a safe mess. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it. He’d need alcohol to get through this, regardless of what happened.

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

Lucy wasn't turned off or surprised because he came so quickly. Some men she had been with had came and had an orgasm before she even got their pants off. A man's hormones and nerves being worked up are very powerful. She swallowed down his cum, also licking up what she missed off of him. Lucy blushed, smiling over at his back to her. She caught a glimpse of his red face, but only a glimpse so she wasn't able to confirm if it was a blush or not. She went to go turn him around, to kiss him and go all the way but he got up and started getting dressed. 

She sat on the bed, naked, confused with her jaw dropped. Her eyes followed his every move and she began to get angry at what he said to her. She grabbed one of his t shirts off the floor, randomly, and followed him after putting it on. "Excuse me? What I do with my clients?" she growled. "Last time I checked, you are not a client." Lucy's voice began to get a little bit louder. "You're someone I'm trying to have a good time with, and it was a meaningful time." Lucy's arms crossed underneath her breasts. "Why did you get up like that, stomping off? What... What did I do wrong?" she asked him quietly, begging him in her eyes.

Lucy cared, she wanted to know. She wished to see him again but he wouldn't if she did something he was uncomfortable with. Lucy had taken a moment, waiting for a response but his quiet infuriated her and she turned, taking off to the bedroom. His shirt was quickly thrown from her body and her panties and bra were pulled on quickly. Lucy began to quickly search for her dress, wondering where it had been thrown. 

[juliemuse]

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More of a Woman Than You Think || Lucy and Richard

[richard-kelley]

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Lucy's face flushed when he called her darling. She cut him off, almost, and kissed him. She wanted more from him, she wanted to go all the way. Rounds and rounds of sex, slow and soft, rough and hard, then fast and gentle, maybe even trailing themselves to the shower and going a round there. The thoughts that ran through her head caused her to, without even realizing it, reaching out and grabbing Richard. Gently stroking him, pushing up against him as they kissed. He rolled off of her and she smiled at him. 

Her head ducked down, kissing him before putting all of him inside of her mouth as well as she could. She went slow at first, bobbing her head up and down. Her lips were tucked over her teeth, but she used her teeth. They very so gently grazed over the head when she came up. It seemed to be what a lot of the men liked, and Lucy went off of the reactions she got to decide what was good and what wasn't. What Lucy was doing was what women do, but what Lucy wanted to do with Richard would prove to him that she was a lady, not a whore. 

It was something that still bothered her, him calling her just a childish whore. Lucy was more than that. She may have been a prostitute but it was all that she knew, that she was familiar with. She held her head up high always and always presented herself properly. If she wasn't popular among the men then no one would be able to tell she was a prostitute. What Lucy did helped her pay all of her bills, buy her her essential needs to live, and then some. She had everything she needed, but she wasn't happy. Lucy felt like just packing up and leaving all over again, but she wanted to stay for a while, just to see if Richard and herself would ever get together again, and the next time maybe without the sex. 

[keirakknightley]

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“One of the many things I love about Daenerys [from Game of Thrones] is she’s given me an opportunity to fly the flag for young girls and women, to be more than just somebody’s wife and somebody’s girlfriend.”

[tobias-eaton]

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More of a Woman Than You Think || Lucy and Richard

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Lucy finally reached, her back arching high and her hands squeezing even harder. Her last moan was very high, and loud. She hmmed gently when she came back down from her climax. Her eyes laid closed while her breathing tried to regulate itself. She turned over to him, laying a hand on his chest. Lucy's face flushed a dark red and she opened her mouth to speak. "It was... perfect. I've never had anyone, well, do that for me before," she gave him a shy smile and sat up. Lucy straddled him and bent forward to kiss his lips softly.

"It's your turn now," she smirked and kissed his neck. Lucy helped him out of his shirt, unbuckle his belt and pull off his pants. When she got him in just his boxers, her face turned back to red. She took a few moments, what seemed like almost minutes, to look over his muscles. He was so big compared to her, so... defined. It was beautiful to Lucy, and she melted. At that moment, she wanted to get off of him and just curl up in his side and sleep. But he wanted sex, and that's what he will get. Her hand trailed from his thigh, to his lower region and began to rub it. She finally got his boxers off and began to kiss his hard, licking it here and there. She wanted to get him ready to go.

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

More of a Woman Than You Think || Lucy and Richard

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Lucy smiled up at him, adjusting herself so her legs were over his arms and bent up. She tingled all over, and the tingling caused her to wiggle all over. She bit her lip and looked into his eyes, pleading him within them. She couldn't help but to whimper slightly, another time, and watch his head move down. Her eyes closed and she gasped. It felt amazing, what he was doing with his tongue. It was something that she had never experienced, but of course heard of. He was amazing, and she felt her body begin to spiral into a place of no worries, no regrets, and happiness. Lucy allowed herself to moan loudly, but in her mind it sounded distant. She felt like she was being replenished of her sins, and was on her way to heaven. Richard obviously had had experience with what he was doing.

Her hands grabbed at the silky sheets that allowed her to wiggle around and jerk with no problem or clingy-ness. Her hands slid around the sheets and found their way to Richard's hands. She interlocked their fingers and opened her eyes to see if he reacted in any way. As she felt herself getting closer and closer to her breaking point, her hand squeezed. They were so tiny in his hands, she didn't doubt for one second that her squeezing wasn't harmful to him, so she continued to squeeze. "R-Richard, Jesus Christ," she moaned out. "Richard," she whimpered a moan. 

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

More of a Woman Than You Think || Lucy and Richard

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Lucy wanted more at the moment. She could only take the foreplay for so long, and her hips pushed forward against him. She moaned and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "Richard," she whimpered. Lucy smiled and bit her lip at the feel of his mouth all over her. She propped herself up on her shoulders to watch him pull down her thong. When he stopped and looked up at her to ask her if she was sure, her mouth opened and her eyes met with his. "I don't... I don't think I've ever been so sure," she whispered and laid her head back down onto the pillow. Lucy closed her eyes, feeling his hands continue to pull off her panties, his fingers barely touching her skin as he did so.

Lucy didn't understand how she was so flustered by Richard. It made her heart flutter, just slightly, to think that if anything came out of this, she'd have a legitimate reason to stay in here in Boston. Lucy had been thinking of packing up and running, just like she did a few years ago from her family. She was sick of living in the shadow of her dead sister back home, so she left. Lucy didn't want to be like her sister, she wanted to be Lucy. And now, with the drama going on between the Boys, she couldn't stand to pick a side, so she wanted to pack up and leave without having to deal with the pressure.

[lesliesknopes-deactivated201809]

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

More of a Woman Than You Think || Lucy and Richard

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Lucy bit down on her lip, letting her eyes flutter as his mouth continued to play on her breasts. It felt amazing. She has had men in the past suck on her, but they were all too rough and used their teeth too much where sometimes it hurt. A lot of her clients were too rough with her, sometimes she left them with bruises on her thighs or sides, sometimes on her back like she had now. Lucy had a few scratches and bruises on her back, left from her most recent beating almost five days ago. Her client had pushed her out of their parked car, beginning to yell at her for doing something wrong. Lucy's shirt had been on off and so she scraped her back up when she was pushed, thrown over, and hit repeatedly in her back. He had finally stopped, gave her her clothes, and drove off. It was humiliating for Lucy to go through those things sometimes, but it was the only way she knew how to get by at the moment. 

Her mouth opened into a slight smile when his hands reached down and ran over her thighs. It made her giggle, and smile. A real smile at that. Lucy's smiles were always forced, but with Richard, they weren't. It made her blush when he called her darling, it made her feel almost special. "Mmmm, move on, I want more, Richard," she moaned to him. It began to dawn on Lucy that this was her very first, real sexual encounter with no pay and money involved, and when Lucy actually mattered. She wasn't sure how to react, though, she just went with her instincts. "Your hands are soft, and gentle," she murmured to him. 

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

More of a Woman Than You Think || Lucy and Richard

[richard-kelley]

He liked her laugh, he decided. The more time he was spending with her, the more he liked about Lucy. He had always thought she was pretty from the minute he had first seen her; he wasn’t neither blind nor a faggot, thank you very much. But, with every passing minute, he was seeing more little things about her, like how she had three freckles above her left eye and how soft her skin was. And her laugh. He needed to stop noticing things like that. The only things he should notice were her body. That was all. Anything else would cause connections.

Richard already worried about Lucy. He knew that. Even before all this, he couldn’t help but curl his fingers into fists when he saw her duck out with the less respectable men or when he saw her limp or have a bruise on her face. That didn’t mean anything. He hated it whenever men picked on girls; it was the respectable thing to do. That’s what his father had taught him.

He gently pushed her back down, marveling at how easy it was to move her as he wanted. “Patience…” He forgot what he was going to say as Lucy tugged off her bra. Two of the most amazing breasts he’d ever seen were staring up at her; they would fit in his hand perfectly, not too small and not too big. He leaned forward, almost without meaning to, and wrapped his mouth around one of her rosy nipples. He sucked for a few seconds, before scrapping a little with his teeth. His other hand drifted to her free breast and began rubbing it, smiling at how warm it was. He could feel his hands on his hair, touching his head gently. “I’m not going to break, love,” he mumbled around her breast. “Don’t be afraid to get me to do what you want.”

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

Lucy smirked when she saw that he was pleased, some would even say dazed, by her breasts when she took off her bra. When he lifted forward her hands immediately went to his hair. She was gentle, twirling pieced between her fingers and gently tugging at moments. She didn't want to be too rough, she wasn't sure what he was comfortable with yet. Lucy's teeth bit down on her lip and she moaned when she felt the wetness of his mouth on her erect nipples. "Mmmmm..." she breathed through closed lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and she laughed at what he said about her gentleness. "I just... I-I'm not sure if you like it rough or gentle. I'm used t-to just being told, mmmm, how someone, ohhh, wants it." Lucy's face turned red and she giggled..

Lucy laid back willingly for him and spread her legs open to let his body rest in between. Goosebumps began to raise up on her body and she tried to remember the last time she had goosebumps that were for a good reason. This was a very good reason, as Richard was gentle and seemed almost like a pro at what he was doing. She could tell he was definitely experienced and comfortable with what he was doing. Lucy could feel herself, already getting wet. She wasn't sure what she wanted him to do. What Lucy liked wasn't something she was very familiar with, something she hasn't really explored. "I'm not s-sure what I want, what I like. You're gonna have to search," she smiled and her eyes opened to look at him. 

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

I don't understand,

[kitty-burke]

some idiot decided it would be fun to scare people..

I don’t think anyone’s hurt.

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

I hope not, Jesus.

[lucy-fitzpatrick-blog]

I don't understand,

What the hell happened?

[sammysbangs-deactivated20130923]

76/100 photos of Emilia Clarke