#legs:thread

[loveisliquor]

closed thread for @prcttykinks​

she’s high-- on life-- on the buzz from the lines she’d done in the bathroom-- on the way that everything sparkles when they’re near her. everything is brighter somehow when they’re in the room, and it makes legs reckless. has her pressing her mouth against theirs in heady kisses as bodies sway around them. she can feel the base of the beat, the way the music slips and slides into her blood stream--but mostly-- her world is made up of the sensation of their tongue, slipping her mouth--and tasting her. she’s wet-- in seconds and worried about the state of her dress. too flimsy to disguise anything even if she had been wearing underwear. “you’re playing with fire babe-- “ but then again--so is she.

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@kinkydcsires​ @downforfvcks​

allegra has never been a patient girl--and this is killing her. she’s been wearing the vibrator at their request all day-- and she’s on edge. she’s hyper sensitive and dripping-- but they just seem amused by her inability to finish dessert. she’s too focused on what comes after. her panties are drenched, her skin is hot-- and she can barely catch her breath. she’s riled up and she’s through pretending they haven’t absolutely wrecked her. “can i cum please-- fuck--” she shudders in place as they turn up the strength of the vibrations. she can feel her wetness, dripping down, almost making a mess of her dress. and it’s only the public nature of their situation that’s stopping her from sliding herself into their lap and grinding against them for some relief. “i’m ruining what i’m certain is a very expensive chair--”

[loveisliquor]

open to : (ex, ex fwb, someone who broke her heart) find out more about legs here

it’s been so long since she’s touched a microphone-- so long since she’s performed but tonight feels right, she feels like a version of herself that she’s been chasing for months. a version of herself that they’d shattered when they left. she opens her mouth and starts singing the melancholy words, her voice is full of deep sadness-- and the crowd goes still as they fall under the thrall of her song. 

“oh it kills the most, to say that i still care-- now o'm left tryna rewind the times you held and kissed me back i wonder if you're thinkin' "Is she alright all alone?" i wonder if you tried to call, but couldn't find your phone have I ever crossed your thoughts because your name's all over mine?”

her voice cracks a little as she tries (futilely) to keep herself from crying. it’s strange how liberating it feels to sing about them. i

“A moment in time, don't watch me cry A moment in time, don't watch me cry--”

she doesn’t expect her tear filled eyes to meet theirs. isn’t expecting to see them standing there in the crowd, listening to her sing about the death of their relationship--and the way they’d ripped her apart. their disguised-- but she knows those eyes. they’ve haunted her for months-- she keeps singing-- and sings the words directly to them-- can’t bring herself to break eye contact--to cut the chord.  “I'm not crying 'cause you left me on my own I'm not crying 'cause you left me with no warning I'm just crying 'cause I can't escape what could've been Are you aware when you set me free? All I can do is let my heart bleed..”  she finished to a thunderous applause, and she smiles--thanks the audience--bows-- exits the stage on autopilot. she turns-- heads towards her dressing room and their there. those same, familiar eyes.  “...what... are you doing here? i-- um--”

[loveisliquor]

open to: anyone (m/f/nb) find out more about legs here

she loves a party-- or she’s supposed to. lately going out’s felt like treading water, and marking time but it’s expected of her. she’s the life of the party-- right? she takes a shot, and let’s the burn ground her, she smiles widely and tilts her her head back, determined to enjoy the thumping bass, the laughter of her friends, the fact that she’s young and healthy and free.she scans the crowd-- and tells herself that she isn’t looking for them. that she’s just taking in the lay of the land. she feels a familiar hand take hers, and she looks up-- ready to curse whoever was foolish enough to touch her-- and who she finds stops her in her tracks. she smiles-- a real smile, that lights her up--and let’s them lead her away from her friends, torwards the back of the dancefloor-- where they’re free to touch, away from prying eyes. she’s missed them-- the sure promise of their body against hers, the way they always seem to know how to touch her-- missed this strange appointment that they keep. no words, just her body pressed against theirs. she starts dancing, spins so she’s grinding against him to the slow, steady beat that pulsed through the club. their hands on her hips, their lips brushing against the shell of her ear-- it’s a high she couldn’t quite describe.  “thought you weren’t going to come tonight--made me a little sad..for a minute.” 

[loveisliquor]

“We should probably get back to the party.” - yeji @ allegra

“No.” Allegra responds with a smirk– “I’m not sure I can give you the kind of midnight kiss I want with a crowd.” She slides her hand up Yeji’s legs, and presses her lips against her neck. The muted sounds of the party fade– and for a second all she can do is feel yeji—taste her skin— feel the warmth of her body pressed against hers. “Well I mean I wouldn’t mind a crowd but I’m not sure I’m up for sharing.” She chuckles against the other’s skin and pulls her a little closer– as close as she can get her. “Let’s just…give it five minutes.”