I am everyone's type

21. Nursing Major. Blondes have more fun.

[judemckenna]

She was walking back to her apartment when she heard someone yell. “Hmm, I am no locksmith but I have a bobby pin.”

“Does that shit even work?” He asked, furrowing his brow. “I thought it was just a myth, like a credit card.”

[lyla-turner-blog]

“Yes, works for me everytime. I am skilled with my hands.”

[englishman-cavill]

lyla-turner:

She looked into his eyes as her fingers continued to run circles around her core, she was already getting so turned on. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly as the male started to rub her nipples. She spread her legs further as she arched her back.

“Oh that’s it, now you’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?” Her body language said everything Jason needed to know and he couldn’t stop himself from partaking in the gift he’d been given. He leaned closer and his mouth closed around one of her breasts, sucking on her nipple that grew hard in his mouth. She was huge, and he liked that a lot. Hands ran all over her body, just the way she wanted, but he stayed away from her pussy and ass. For now. 

[lyla-turner-blog]

She nodded her head up and down. “Yes...yes Daddy.” She breathed out between moans. “Feels so good.” She whined in a higher pitch. Her skin became warm as his mouth found her breast. She started to pleasure herself with a few fingers now, increasing the pace of her movements.

[englishman-cavill]

lyla-turner:

She nodded her head again, smiling as he heard her praise her. She felt him place her hand on her core, encouraging her to start rubbing herself. She wasted no time as she started to touch herself, moaning a little. “Mmm feels so good.” she groaned out. “I will be a good girl for you daddy.”

His eyes watched as the blonde’s middle finger ran a wonderful little circle around her tender bud. She was already wet and it was all thanks to the hypnosis, cutting out the whole pesky middle part of coaxing her out of her clothes. “I know, that’s beautiful, it’s the human body beautiful?” His hands pressed her big breasts together, fingertips kneading her chest and thumbs grazing her nipples, giving her time to pleasure herself. 

[lyla-turner-blog]

She looked into his eyes as her fingers continued to run circles around her core, she was already getting so turned on. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly as the male started to rub her nipples. She spread her legs further as she arched her back.

[ticktocknick-blog]

lyla-turner:

“You are getting kind of old, aren’t you?” she joked with a smirk as she wiggled her eyebrows a little. She contiuned to dance with him, following his movements. She felt her skin become warm as his hands slid across her waist. “Hmm, I could go for a few more drinks.”

“Old enough.” The man admitted, not even a flash of shame or uncertainty in his hazel eyes. The tips of his fingers curled in, toward the dip in Lyla’s back. He’d be a hypocrite to draw her close, but the temptation was there. “Alright. What will you mix up for me?”

[lyla-turner-blog]

“You are kind of an old man. Surprises me that you can even keep up.” she grinned as she teased a little. She continued to dance with the male. “Hmm, let me see. You invited me here. You are the one to get me a drink.”

[rpsentencestarters]

Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

[lyla-turner-blog]

silver-tongued-professor:

Now this was a view the man could enjoy. How he loved her like this. “Good, good!” he encouraged her, moving down until he was kneeling between her legs. “Show me how excited you are for this…” Taking her hand, he put it on her core, letting her rub herself as his hands found her tits, kneading them and tugging her nipples. “You’ll be Daddy’s dirty girl, won’t you?” 

She nodded her head again, smiling as he heard her praise her. She felt him place her hand on her core, encouraging her to start rubbing herself. She wasted no time as she started to touch herself, moaning a little. “Mmm feels so good.” she groaned out. “I will be a good girl for you daddy.”

[lyla-turner-blog]

silver-tongued-professor:

Sitting back, the man gave the blonde a smile. “You are rather overdressed. Why don’t you get naked and show me what you’d like? I”m curious, maybe my imagination as to what you want isn’t quite up to yours,” he teased her.

She nodded her head as she bit down on her lip. She quickly got out of all of her clothing sitting naked down on the chair. She spread her legs as she licked her lips. “I like getting touched all over, I guess I wouldn’t mind getting fucked in the ass either. Makes me feel so dirty.”

[lyla-turner-blog]

silver-tongued-professor:

“Just keep on relaxing… all your thoughts are drifting away… it’s all becoming silent… and all you hear is the sound of my voice, you’re falling into a deep trance…” His voice had gone softer and now as he released her hands, they fell to her thighs showing she was in a trance. “All right, let’s get you confident. For right now, you will find yourself so horny you cannot stand it. The only thing you’re going to do is need to be fucked in every dirty way possible, any way you’ve ever wanted. You will be very vocal, say everything in explicit terms and not be shy about cumming over and over again. You will keep this state up until I say the word ‘potato’. Do you understand?” 

She felt herself relax, only hearing his voice now. She was calm as ever. “Yes sir.” she replied as she sat back in the chair. “How shall I get fucked first sir. I am just so horny. I need these clothes off of me now.” she looked at him with eager eyes. 

[lyla-turner-blog]

silver-tongued-professor:

He shrugged lightly, not wanting to get her into anything uncomfortable, but needing to let her express herself better. “Lets…” Moving forward, he took both her hands in his own and held them with his palms up. “Now just close your eyes and clear your mind. You’re going to feel calm, like you’re floating on water and there isn’t anything around to distract you.” His voice was quiet, calm, soothing as he spoke to the girl. 

She nodded her head. She held onto his hands as she closed her eyes. She sat back in her chair, allowing herself to relax, imangining she was somewhere comfortable. “What do I do now?” she asked.

[lyla-turner-blog]

silver-tongued-professor:

“I suppose it’s nice to feel special, isn’t it?” he asked, eyes looking down her buxom figure for a moment. “But I’m honestly surprised. You’re very attractive and I could see where that might put someone off from coming up and asking you out… thereby affecting your confidence.”

“That does make a lot of sense actually. I feel like some men may be intimidated by me because most of the time I know what I want, and I am not afraid to show it. So are we going to continue where we left off?”

[lyla-turner-blog]

silver-tongued-professor:

“For some reason every part of me says I shouldn’t give students booze, but what the hell,” he chuckled, closing the door behind he before making her drink. Jason sat down across from her. “So I think today we were working on a little hypnotherapy if I remember right? To make you… more confident?” 

“Hmm, I guess I should be a special case for you then.” she laughed as she sat down and took a sip of the drink. “Yes, sometimes I don’t feel as confident as I want to. I don’t want to come off as trying too hard you know?”

[englishman-cavill]

“Well now come on in, have a seat…” the man said, one hand motioning to the chair across from his own as he sank down slowly into it, the leather conforming quickly to his lanky dimensions. “Want anything to drink? Tea? Coffee? Vodka tonic? I can’t even remember where we left off now. What’s been going on?” Jason picked up his own cup and took a sip, raising an eyebrow in their direction. “I’m sure you have something salacious to share with me.” 

[lyla-turner-blog]

She walked inside and sat down. “Hmm well it is Monday and I have had such a long day already. I think a Vodka tonic would be very wonderful. Thank you very much sir.”

[judemckenna]

“Fuck!” The man muttered as he locked himself out of his own damn apartment. Kicking the door as he slid down against it to figure out a plan on how to get inside. “Hey–” He yelled out to the person he heard approaching. “Are you a locksmith?”

[lyla-turner-blog]

She was walking back to her apartment when she heard someone yell. “Hmm, I am no locksmith but I have a bobby pin.”

[lyla-turner-blog]

secretarysnow:

“It’s alright, you know I could use a blow to the chest every now and then. Keeps me young.” He joked, moving both hands from Lyla’s fingers to drape around her waist. More than a little, the secretary might have replied, but clearly she knew that well enough by now. “And where do you wanna be next?” The question was broad, but there was still much to do at this corner party, between drinks and taking a walk, there was also more outside of the quaint festivities.

“You are getting kind of old, aren’t you?” she joked with a smirk as she wiggled her eyebrows a little. She contiuned to dance with him, following his movements. She felt her skin become warm as his hands slid across her waist. “Hmm, I could go for a few more drinks.”

[lyla-turner-blog]

secretarysnow:

“Well, aren’t you a charmer.” Snow was a bit surprised, but didn’t let it phase him. He lent forward, lips toward her ear, and through a smile muttered, “‘you do like any excuse to be close to be though.. right? I do appreciate you coming up here to make me happy at least.”

“I know I am blunt, not afraid to be honest.” she shook her head and laughed a little. “Hmm someone is little cocky.” she smirked as she bit down on her lip. “No problem, glad to be here.”

[prinzessin--astrid]

Charlotte had been staring at the same page for at least five minutes, it wasn’t that she didn’t understand what it was written, it was just that she just didn’t seem able to study anymore, not for today at least she sighed. “I can’t focus in any more medical terms anymore, I’m done.” She said closing the book.

[lyla-turner-blog]

“Girl, I agree. Sometimes when you are studying you hit a point when you can’t stare at the book anymore.”

[ticktocknick-blog]

“C’mon. ‘gotta admit this is at least a lil’ bit better than pop, lock, and drop it.” The Little Arbor complex was having a littler street party for the evening. A few cheap lights, some music majors gathered to play live as a band, alcohol. Not much else one could possibly want so long as they found themselves a dancing partner or at least someone to share a smoke and chat with. “If you’re so desperate to see me twerk you’ll have to tip me first.” He joked, as was his nature.

[lyla-turner-blog]

She rolled her eyes. “I hate dancing, I don’t get it. I am not good at it, and I don’t really enjoy it, no matter what kind of music is playing.”