Follow the Strange Trails

A multi muse/multiship Independent RP blog Written by Dusto He/him // Long time roleplayer // Many muses not all of which are listed // Adding new muses all the time // Brain is a crazy mess of creativity // More ideas than I actually have time for //

[sweetfridays]

ig: madelyncline

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

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It really was no problem to Leah to help someone find a book. Even if she was chasing pages herself, she didn’t mind pausing her quest to aid another. Most other things, she couldn’t do much about. But Leah could help a man find himself the book he needed so badly he’d asked her to open up shop again. For a moment she let her eyes take this adventurer in as subtly as she could on her way around the counter to turn the register back on. His response took her by surprise, her hand instantly going to the book. What were the odds? Anyone should have thought of it as a coincidence, a happy random happenstance. But as a girl who had been lost to false expectations of grand universal intervention, she wondered if this was some kind of sign. “One of my favorites, I can’t blame you for reading that one to taters.” She’d done the same to her original copy as well. The damages of truly loving a book. It was easy to see he’d flipped through it so many times the binding had split. Leaving her book in it’s place she reached out and took the book with gentle fingers. “Well I’m sorry to hear the other store closed.. But he did send you to the right place. Her free hand reached into her back pocket, drawing the very same book with a different cover art. She offered it over to him with a small smile. It would hurt her soul not to finish it, but shed read it a thousand times over already. “Here, why don’t you borrow mine for now and I’ll fix yours up. All it needs is some fresh binding and a little love. And if I can’t, I’ll just sell you that one.” 

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Preston's eyes widened as the young woman produced a copy of the very book he had come to buy from her back pocket. "How did you do that? Are you some kind of magic bookkeeper? Is this the beginning of my life as a novel, finally?" He asked with a incredulous laugh and shake of his head. He knew rationally that couldn't be the real explanation, but at the same time, he had been a stage actor for far too long to believe that anything was simply a coincidence; there was always a reason for everything that happened in any given script, and the great play called Life was no exception to that. He was, admittedly, a little hesitant to release his hold on his old tattered copy even as she offered to fix it for him, but taking a deep breath, he nodded and smiled, before he allowed her to take it from him, and reached out to take the new copy. He had just met this woman, didn't even know her name, but he couldn't help but trust her. "Alright. That uh, that sounds like a...like a good plan." He agreed with a smile, before placing the book into his bag for safe keeping. "I uh..again, I really appreciate you doing this for me. I don't...I'll uh, I'll have to figure out some way to...to say thank you because...because I don't know, the words don't really seem like enough to me."

[rweditz-deactivated20220913]

Elizabeth Lail

[strangetrailrps]

Wanted Plot: Our muses are exes, probably dated in high school or college, and haven’t seen each other in years. Then, they run into each other while vacationing in Europe; one of them was supposed to be coming with their significant other, but the relationship was ended before the trip, so they came alone, while the other is just doing a self discovery summer European vacation thing. Now they’re both staying on the same floor of this hotel and maybe that’s just a coincidence, but damn do they look good and this feels like it might actually be fate?

[strangetrailrps]

killthislve​:

Minnie realized a second too late that perhaps she should have ordered something. She felt weird merely standing there, wordless and not knowing what to do with her hands, having to resist the urge to dig her nails into them as she’d always done when she felt like this. Her gaze finally rested on his as he stood from his chair, part of her wondering if he would break the silence first, but the other not honestly surprised when he remained quiet. She wondered if maybe she wasn’t the only one who had no idea what to say– well, not necessarily what to say, but where to start. Her thoughts, much to her relief, were interrupted as she noticed him gesturing for her to take a seat, and after a brief, definitely noticeable, hesitation, she pulled out the chair across from him and did precisely that. She rested her hands on the table, placing one atop the other, preventing herself from fidgeting. At this point, the silence was deafening and she started wracking her brain for something, anything, to say. “I…” she started, only to fall silent yet again, breathing out a quiet sigh as she began to feel frustrated– not with him, but herself. “I have no idea where to start,” she admitted, mostly thinking out loud and barely registering at first that the words had slipped past her lips. However, she couldn’t help thinking that they were the most honest thing she could say at the moment. 

Though Christopher definitely noticed the hesitation that came prior to the action of Minnie taking the seat that he offered to her, he didn’t have the capacity to dwell too much on it. Under different circumstances, perhaps he would have, but there were simply too many more pressing matters at hand at the moment. He was just glad to find that as she sat, he felt prepared to speak, though as he went to do so, she opened her mouth, and he paused to allow her to say what she wanted to say. At her admittance of being unsure of where to begin, he couldn’t help it; a small chuckle slipped through his lips, and he nodded his head in understanding. “It’s not just you. You would probably think that since I invited you here, I would have given some thought to what I was actually going to say if you showed up right? And I did. I thought about it a lot, actually, but...I didn’t plan it all out, and there is a lot of things that I want to say, and picking a place to begin is a lot more difficult than I ever could have imagined it would be.” He admitted, biting his lip and giving a small shrug, before he exhaled a sigh. “I guess the first thing that I should probably say is that I’m sorry if my...my disappearance came as a shock to you. I...I really didn’t plan for it to happen at all, let alone the way that it did and...well, if I had known, I would have...I would have found a way to make sure you knew that I was okay, at least.” He told her honestly. “I...there were.. a lot of times in the time that I was gone where I found myself wanting to just....just let you know that it wasn’t...it wasn’t because of you that I left. Not directly, at least. It was...it was a lot of things, but...but it wasn’t because you were moving on with your life. Again, not directly at least. Only in the sense of...of the fact that my life had made me feel like I had to let you go and...and I didn’t want to do that.”

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

When he nodded, she started to slowly bob him into her mouth. At first it was just past his tip, then it was an inch more, and an inch more until Danielle was feeling his tip touching the back of her throat. It seemed so naughty in the back of her mind to get turned on by her actions, but she pulsed where her body craved him, where she was imagining him burying himself and how he might stretch her to fit around him much like her mouth was now. Danny pulled almost entirely off of him only to push that limit when she lowered, taking him into her throat if only to swallow around him. One of her hands braced on his thigh and gently curled her fingers into the flesh while the other slipped around what of his erection she couldn’t quite fit into her mouth just yet. Danny pulled off of him with a moan of her own and let her hand pass over his length in its entirety to use her saliva as a little lubrication. A few passes of her hand though and she was dipping back to sensually slide him along her tongue and back into her mouth. 

“Oh fuck.” The curse slipped through Brendan’s lips without him giving any thought to it, nor to how unusual it was coming from him. And yet there was no doubt that it was the only thing that seemed appropriate to say, given what he was presently experiencing. Though his hands stayed weaved in her hair for a time, he soon had force himself to pull the back, because he simply could not trust himself to keep them there and not give into the almost primal desire that was threatening to consume him. A few times, he caught himself beginning to thrust without even consciously meaning to, and he had to focus his efforts on keeping himself under control. Yet with every action that Danny took, it took more and more of his own restraint to hold himself back. Moans of pleasure spilled from his lips like water from a fountain, while still he marveled at just how lucky he was to be in this position right then and there.

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

This was one of those days Leah spent far more time engrossed in a book than she did anything really productive. Sure she sold a few things, she helped when people asked, but she was lost to the pages of a play she already knew well,  well before that closing hour hit. With a sigh she tucked her paperback under her arm and started to close the doors up when she heard a voice. A particularly panicked man’s voice, to be more precise. The ginger haired girl turned to face him with a start and the more he spoke, as eager as she was to get home and read some more, she had to feel for him. “Sounds like quite the emergency.. And no one should be without a book,” Biting her lip, Leah hesitated before waving for him to come inside with her once she unlocked the doors again. “What is it you’re looking for? I can narrow down your search if you’ve never been in before.” In her back pocket rested the only copy she had for sale of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It wasn’t a popular purchase but she couldn’t bring herself to pack it away. Shakespeare deserved a place on her shelves always in her opinion, even if it meant they collected dust when she wasn’t reading through them. “Don’t worry about my time, I wasn’t going anywhere exciting anyway.”  

Relief and gratitude washed over Preston’s features when the shopkeeper turned to unlock the door and gestured for him to come into the bookstore with her. “Really? Oh, thank you. Thank you, so so much. I..seriously...I really appreciate it. ” He said as he stepped into the little bookstore. If he had more time, he probably would have indulged his temptation to take a minute or two to glance around the place and take it all in, but this young woman was already doing him a favor, and he didn’t want to keep her any longer than it took for him to grab the book, so he would have to come back and look around another time. “I’m uh...I’m looking for a copy of uh.. A..A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” He replied to her question with a small shrug and a bit of a chuckle as he reached into his bag, and produced the tattered copy that the thought of retiring had given him so much strife. “I...I got this one used at another book store about....about ten years ago now? And uh...it’s... well, as you can see, it’s seen it’s share of use over the years. I’ve done this show thirteen times and...and I’m currently on time number fourteen, and unfortunately this copy won’t last me through to the end if I keep using it, so..so yeah.” Sighing a bit, he gave another shrug of his shoulders. “Anyways the uh..the store that I’ve always gone to, they just recently closed their doors, but uh... the owner over there, he suggested that I come in here for anything that I might need and... and it’s not exactly hard to see why. I mean, you uh..you didn’t have to do this but...but you did anyway.”

[strangetrailrps]

Closed Starter for: @not-museing-around

For the past five minutes, Preston had been standing outside of this bookstore as heavy snow fell upon him and the sun sank out of sight, looking down upon the tattered and crumbling copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream in his hands with an expression of the deepest sorrow. There was no way around the fact that he needed to get a new copy; when pages had began to fall out while at rehearsal the night before, it became impossible to deny, no matter how much he wanted to. Was it silly to be so attached to this particular physical copy of this play? Perhaps. But then, it was the very copy that he had bought when he’d been cast in his very first play all those years ago, and he had used it the dozen times he’d done this play since then; he and the book had been through a lot together, and to be retiring it felt significant because of that. Sighing deeply, Preston shook his head, before he shoved the book into his bag, and turned to head inside the shop, only to find that the shopkeeper was locking the store up. “Damn it! - Hey. I uh...I’m...I am so sorry, but I just...I really need to get a new copy of a book and..and I got here a few minutes ago but - stupid me - I...I got a little...a little overly emotional about having to buy a new copy of this book and I couldn’t bring myself to just go in?” He tried to explain, shaking his head at himself and how pathetic he sounded. “I..listen, I know exactly what I’m looking for so would you maybe just...maybe just consider letting me in quickly so I....so I can grab it? I...I know that your time is...it’s important and..and if you can’t then...then that’s...it’s totally fair but...but you would really be doing me a huge favor if you could do this for me.” 

[milesgmorales]

(x)

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

@strangetrailrps​

It wasn’t every day that Danielle actually found herself with a lick of free time. Time away from the boys, away from the barber shop, away from the house. Today, she had time to herself so she wandered into a part of town she absolutely never should have been. The air in the park smelled clean for once. The trashcans were emptied, people weren’t trying to sell her drugs, no one was yelling. This park was clean, peaceful, and everything she was looking for in a couple hours of personal time. Of course she felt out of place the second she stepped inside the gate with her maroon leather jacket and her paperback book, but she focused on finding herself a comfortable looking park bench. Taking a seat in a perfectly warm sunbeam through a canopy of trees, Danielle finally pulled out her book and started to read pleasantly to herself.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing here? This is a private park!” A voice sounded, breaking through the rustling leaves and invading the mind of a poor girl who was defining the phrase ‘minding your own business’. Looking up, the brunette had the look of a frightened rabbit. “Did you hear me, greaser?” Danny shot to her feet and immediately started to apologize but her anxiety made it almost impossible to say anything. There was one boy though that pulled her eyes from the rest as he was a little slower to arrive at the ambush. 

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Though to the outsider looking in, The Socials were seemingly just a gang of spoiled rich kids, who used their wealth and family influence to get into and cause trouble, the truth went a lot deeper than that. The fact of the matter was, they were closer than brothers and sisters, having formed a surrogate family and system of support with each other, built upon something that they all had in common: rich parents who either weren’t around because they cared too much about their work, or who were intent on shaping their children’s futures for them, without giving them any say in what those futures would look like. In the case of Christopher Barnes, both of these things were true of his parents, and so when it came to being a Social, it was, more than anything, a place for him to belong, and to feel understood.

Maybe Christopher should have known better than to leave the house that day, to leave behind the pile of studying he needed to do, but there wasn’t anything that he hated more than reading his poli-sci textbooks, and so when the boys had shown up at his door to grab him and his younger brother Felix, he’d jumped at their offer to go out and find some fun. In truth, even if he’d wanted to, he’d never been particularly good at saying no to the boys anyway. Of course, “fun” for a Soc could mean a lot of different things, but generally there was one thing that it meant more than any other, and that was finding Greasers to pick a fight with. Most of the time, this didn’t bother Christopher, since The Greasers were usually more than willing to jump into conflict with them at first sight, but as they came across this girl sitting on a park bench reading, and his brother started to antagonize her, Christopher couldn’t help but feel a bit differently about it. “Hey. C’mon man, leave her alone. She’s not hurting anyone...” Christopher muttered into his brother’s ear, though for the response that he got, he may as well have not said anything at all, since Felix either didn’t seem to hear him, or didn’t care to acknowledge what he’d said. Christopher had half a mind to repeat himself more loudly, this time so that all of his friends could hear, but he couldn’t seem to find the will to speak. God, he felt like such a coward. All he could do was stand slightly behind the rest of them, hoping and praying that someone would come and put a stop to this before it got too out of hand; and thankfully, a group of Greasers would show up and do just that. 

There was a moment of hesitation that came as Christopher stood watching his fellow gang members sizing up against the Greasers who had arrived. A quick count in his head told him that they had the Greasers slightly outnumbered, and as his eyes landed on the girl still sitting there on the bench, he felt torn between staying and backing his brothers up, or taking advantage of the chaos to get the girl out of there before things got ugly. In the end, he chose the latter, and unnoticed by anyone, he ducked behind a large tree not far off from behind the bench. “Hey. Psst. Hey!” He called out to her from behind the tree, before gesturing for her to join him there. “Look, I know you have no reason to, but I need you to trust me here, okay? I just want to get you out of here safely.”

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

If there was one thing Danielle was actually rather confident in, aside from that she was very good at her actual cosmetology job, but that she knew how to use her mouth. She was probably better at giving head than she was at actually talking. “I was.. I was hoping you might say that.. I’ve been thinking about it since you laid me down.” Danielle admitted with a bashful blush that she shouldn’t have been allowed to have when she was naked and eager to do exactly what he wanted. The tip of her tongue tasted the underside of his upper lip to draw him in for a heated kiss and one of her hands slipped between them to feel over his stiff arousal with her palm. That kiss was a kiss meant for him to hang on even as she drew away to stand and sink onto her knees between his legs. Nimble fingers moved up his legs and to his belt. It took a little bit of work but she pulled the trousers down and with a surprising amount of innocence in her eyes she pressed a kiss over the top of his boxers. Those boxers didn’t stay in place for long at all, her fingertips hooked into the top edge and tugged them down so that she could marvel at the manhood exposed to her with almost hunger in her eyes as she did. Starting at his base, the tip of her tongue moved up along the seam of his shaft and up to his very tip. All the while those eyes focused up on him. They stayed right on his as her lips wrapped around him and she moaned softly around the engorged tip. 

Brendan was taken aback by her words, but even more taken aback by the actions that followed them. The idea that she had been thinking about this since before he had even thought about getting his head between her legs seemed insane, and yet it seemed to be reflected in the eagerness of her actions. If there was ever going to be a moment where he would wake up and find out this was all a dream, this was surely it, because the moment she took him into her mouth, it seemed as though there was no way reality could ever actually be this good. He let out a small gasp that quickly became a moan, while his hands came up to weave into her hair. He inhaled a sharp breath and nodded his head slowly in approval, holding her gaze whilst trying very hard not to completely lose his head at how unbelievably hot the sight before him truly was. 

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

Judging by the way Danny struggled to catch her breath, you would have thought she had just run a marathon. Her legs shook as they slipped off of his shoulders. Apologies died on her lips the second he spoke up. And the taste of her on his lips was more than enough to start blowing on the kindling of want she hadn’t known she could even have up until they’d kissed. “I’ve never.. I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life. That was.. That was..” But instead of finishing her words, she drew in a real breath and managed to sit up slowly. It was her turn to frown just slightly. Confidence drew her up ono her feet and even if her legs felt like cooked noodles, she stepped over to where he sat and stood between his thighs naked in all her glory. If he could make her feel that way, she wanted to make him feel even better if she could. “Can I..?” Her chocolate eyes sparkled with mischief and slowly she climbed onto his lap regardless of the state of her quaking flower. “I want you.. I want to feel you.. To taste you.. Tell me what you want.. Please?” Danny whispered sensually against his lips, her hips grinding against a part of him she wished wasn’t still covered. 

Brendan had been prepared for that to be the end. He’d been prepared for her to lay there until she recovered, and then to curl up into his side. What he hadn’t been prepared for, was what she actually did next. She was asking him what he wanted as she sat in his lap? He opened his mouth to speak, but for what felt like an eternity to him, he couldn’t get any words out. How was he supposed to tell her that he wanted it all? That he wanted to feel her mouth wrapped around him? That he wanted to experience being inside of her, to experience the mutual pleasure that would be derived from such an experience. How was he supposed to decide on where to start, when he wanted it all, and he didn’t want to wait another second for any of it? “I...I...um....I...want all of it. Everything that you...that you just said. I...maybe um...starting with....with...well you...you mentioned...taste?” Though he flushed brightly at the implication of what he was saying, he nodded his head, and cleared his throat. “Yeah...yeah I...that’s...that’s what I want.” He added a bit more certainly. 

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

With his guidance her legs hooked together around his head and gently urged him to continue. If he stopped now Danny thought for sure she’d never forgive him. And what an odd thought, that she could hold anything against him. Moaning his name was one thing, but hearing him moan hers clicked with her. It was the audible sex in his voice that broke her resolve. A warmth had been gradually spreading through her as he pleased her in such a way, but she hadn’t expected that it could get better than it felt with his tongue flicking over her clit in that special way. But hearing him mutter her name had a hand tightening over the arm rest and her legs hugging his head ever so slightly. Was this normal? It couldn’t be. This sense of euphoria, this blinding white pleasure that made her body quake and arch up from the cushions and gently grind into his lips. She could feel that pleasure from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes. There his name was again, but this time as an orgasm filled trembling cry to the heavens. Of course she was embarrassed. Her cheeks were pink and immediately she started to mutter breath free apologies like a mantra, like she’d done something wrong. But how could something so right ever be wrong? 

Brendan would have gladly stayed there for an eternity, just continuing to pleasure her, to show her how much he wanted her, and when she reached her climax, he was almost a little disappointed, only because it was over too soon. Her apologies prompted a small frown to find it’s way to his face as he lifted it out from between her legs, and he shook his head. “You don’t...really....you don’t need to apologize for...for enjoying that. That....that was the entire point. I...that was...it was...exactly...it was everything that I wanted.” He assured her with a nod and a smile. With that smile still on his lips, he climbed back up and pressed them to hers tenderly, before retreating to the other side of the couch, wanting to give her a little bit of space to recover after what she had just experienced.

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

Was it a good thing she was this aroused? The concept of proper sex was well beyond her ability to understand. Things had never felt so.. Good. This was what it was like to feel real pleasure. She had pretended so long she didn’t understand how it was really supposed to feel. Every talented pass of his tongue over her folds and between her lower lips had her body tensing and a sound leaving her lungs. The sound he made reverberated through her being and if anything only made the state of her lower lips that much more slick. Danielle looked down to watch him as he seemed to savor her flavor. But when his eyes fell on hers, a crease formed between her eyebrows and her lower lip trembled. A timid hand slipped down to his hair if anything to just try and pull him closer while the other raised from where he’d pinned it to grab hold of the arm rest. Writhing beneath his tongue ever so slightly, his tongue passed over a particular way and the noise that came from her increased in volume and sensuality. “Bren.. Brendan.. Oh my god..”

It had seemed impossible to him that any sound could have sounded sweeter than that first moan she had released earlier, but when she moaned his name? Well, it raised bumps on his flesh, and he felt elated to the point of euphoria. After everything he’d seen, everything which indicated that her last boyfriend had been, at best, an asshole, and, at worst, an abusive piece of garbage, nothing brought him greater joy than to hear her say his name in such a way that made it clear that he was making her feel the exact opposite of how that man had. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could possibly manage, because she deserved it, and because she had clearly been denied it from every guy who had come before him. He used his arms to lift her legs slightly and place them on his shoulders, so that, if she so choosed, she could wrap them around his head and keep him closer still. He moaned her name, low and thick with the satisfaction brought about from her taste that he simply could not get enough of. 

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

It might have just been a trick of the light, but Danielle almost swore she saw a switch flip behind his hues when he looked down at her caught lip. It wouldn’t have been uncommon for her to worry her sound was uncalled for, but she didn’t have that worry now. The slender olive skinned beauty tilted her head back once his lips started to move and willingly gave whatever flesh he could ask for. Another weaker sound found it’s way from her parted lips with a shudder. The next thing she could even realize was he sweater being slipped off from over her head and tossed to the side. Suddenly that nervousness rushed back but it didn’t last. As quickly as it had settled in to her, it dissipated with his lips resuming their path down her figure. Abdominal muscles tensed under his lips as he approached her leggings and the nervous part of her screamed to close her legs but she simply lifted her hips to aid him in removing the last of her clothing so she could lay bare beneath him on the sofa. Every inch his fingers grazed her skin in removing those leggings let a trail of fire spread from hip to her ankles. What she hadn’t expected out of everything though was to feel his.. Tongue? Surprise shot her eyes open to look down nervously at Brendan. Sure she’d heard about guys going down on girls but she figured it was just in the morn the guys she had dated had watched. It didn’t seem like it actually happened. But.. It did. Another soft sound left her lungs, thighs spreading open ever so slightly. “S-Sorry I’m so wet.. I.. I don’t think.. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life..” 

Under normal circumstances, Brendan probably would have stopped what he was doing when she apologized to assure her that it was not only not a problem, but it was the opposite. but what was the saying? Actions speak louder than words. Well, he could have spoken, but instead, he gripped his hands around her thighs and buried his face deeper, his tongue savoring in the taste of her, and pleasurable hums rising from his throat. Brendan had always made it a point of making sure the girls he was with got the attention they deserved, and so while he wasn’t exactly well practiced, he knew what he was doing well enough. Now more than ever before, he was eager to please, to usher out more sounds of pleasure from her lips, and it was easy for him to enjoy every second of it. As he continued to use his mouth to pleasure her, he raised his glance up to her face, the sight of it only reminding him of how damn lucky he was to be in the position he was in right about now. 

[danielgillies]

Daniel Gillies in Occupation: Rainfall (2020) dir. Luke Sparke

[strangetrailrps]

not-museing-around​:

There was something about the sound that filled the air, and had Danielle not already been dripping with arousal, that sound could have done it. Goosebumps would raise on her flesh as the sound consumed her. Parting her lips against his own in a breathless gasp, that grinding gesture told her exactly what she needed to know about how he felt about the matter. Could she have really done that to him, could she have given him this protruding hardness that pressed so perfectly against the legging covered perfectly slick core. Fingers were diverted from their path by his. They pushed between hers and all at once it was her turn to let a wanton moan waft from her lungs and into the air between them. Being so submissive naturally, his hands holding hers on either side of her head only made her hips grind desperately back against his in a roll of her hips. Their eyes met and he continued to grind where their pelvises met. Had anything been so fucking hot? No. That covered erection pressed perfectly against her clit that she worried might show just how wet she had become from his motions. Danielle’s pearly white teeth tugged at the flesh of her lower lip and while she held his eyes, she moved up against him grinding his stiff erection where he met that bundle of nerves. And though there was a coy expression reflected in her eyes, she’d never felt more sexy. 

Whatever Brendan had been thinking about prior to hearing Danny’s moan, it instantly evaporated at the sound, leaving only one thought going through his mind; he needed to do whatever it took to hear her make that sound again and again. He continued in his motions with a renewed fervor, whilst the look in her eyes threatened to make him lose all of his composure right then and there. He had never in his life been so aroused by anyone or anything, and God did he ever just want to hear her moan again. His mouth returned to hers for a moment, before it moved to her jaw and then her throat, where he sucked and nipped at her perfect olive skin. He had made a choice as to what was to come next, and at her released her hands from his grip, he pulled her shirt over her head, and began leaving a trail of wet kisses down her chest, her torso, and finally, down to her hips. Once he got there, he stopped, and he glanced up at her, whist his fingers gently dug beneath the waist of her pants, toying with the idea that had entered his mind the moment he’d heard that first moan escape her perfect lips. Finally, he tugged her pants down past her ankles, and took with them the undergarments she had been wearing beneath. Setting them gently to the side, he looked down at her exposed form, and found himself licking his lips in anticipation of what he was about to do. Lowering his head, he caught her clit with his tongue, his eyes closing as he savored in the taste of her, and hoped to hear the sound that had driven him to this course of action to begin with.