#c;anna

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Closed for @peachyxdoll​ 

If there was one bright side on being with nobles, there was at least one person he knew. That person was Anna. Anna was very sweet, and he assumed Elsa was too. If there was nice person he met that night it was her. Eric didn’t feel the need to get a drink as he grabbed some cupcakes from the buffet table instead. There was a smile on his face. 

“How are doing?” Eric asked as he placed the cupcakes on the table. 

[mayorwinters]

Hey there, stranger.  You gonna finish that?

[mistressmargauxmulloy]

private || marganna

Look, before any more intensely negative things about me get thrown at you, I need to tell you something.

Two days ago, I made the decision to step down from New Eden Industrial Light & Power.  It’s clear that in this post-Covington/Nameless world, anything remotely associated with me is subject to harassment and anger.  I want this city to have power, so therefore I want NEILP to succeed...stepping down was my only recourse to ensure their success.

And now you’re getting harassed about me.  

...am I really worth going through all of this, Anna?

@thelovelyanna​

[mayorwinters]

Dear Anna,

You believed in me at a time when it was so difficult to believe in myself.  I’ll never forget the yoga lessons, and the scenes we’d shared together.  Some of the best I’d ever had.  Yours is a light this city so desperately needs right now, and I consider myself blessed to have had that light shone upon me before.  

I wish you and your loved ones a happy, healthy and safe holiday.

yours,

Henrietta Winters

@thelovelyanna

[mistressmargauxmulloy]

On Anna’s bed sits an ornate trunk, tied with a red ribbon through the D-hook where a lock would be.  Within the trunk are donations put together by Margaux herself, with items taken right from her closet in her penthouse.  There are coats, socks, sweaters (all designer), some toiletries, and towels.  Next, the Domme gestures for Anna to look beneath the trunk, and upon sliding the heavy box aside, Anna can see a folded sheet of paper.  As she lifts it, a delicate Tahitian pearl lariat slips out from the fold.  A custom piece that Margaux has had for years, though handmade by an artisan overseas, and comprised of precious materials, it wasn’t too ostentatious.  With her hands held up in surrender, Margaux chuckles: “No, it’s not a collar.” 

 Margaux then points to the paper, and upon unfolding it, Anna is met with a hand written mock up:  Anna Rose, Director of Charitable Giving, New Eden Industrial Light & Power.

@thelovelyanna

[mistressmargauxmulloy]

a cooldown || marganna

Their makeshift, nude, Bikram yoga session concluded, Margaux stretches her sweaty lithe body with an audible sigh of satisfaction and crack of her spine,  “God, that feels so good,” she purrs loudly, turning to face her equally naked and sweaty partner: Anna Rose.  Pressing her body to Anna’s back, Margaux presses her nose to the slick, sweaty hollow of Anna’s neck, licking a long, salty line along sinew and muscle.

“Mmm, that was just what the doctor ordered, Doll.”  The Domme murmurs, fingers migrating toward the apex of Anna’s legs, idly playing with the submissive’s folds; barely probing the wet surface of Anna’s cunt.  Lips suckle and playfully nip at Anna’s throat.

@thelovelyanna​

[mistressmargauxmulloy]

private || marganna

So...are you alright?  

...are you safe?

...are you alive...?

@thelovelyanna​

[mistressmargauxmulloy]

private

@thelovelyanna​

This afternoon, when you get back, we need to talk.