#mrsudonta

[halbverruckt-blog]

With a sharp inhale, Ginna leaned her head carefully to the side, not freaking out for once and actually letting Amy simply explore. To be honest, she worried that Amy got bored with her taking the lead when they would mess around. Perhaps tonight Amy would move first.

The faintest chuckle reverberates against her skin, as the taller woman plants a second kiss to her throat and gently nibbles at the damp spot, slowly slinking her arms around Ginna and pressing into her back.

She still sounds amused when she purrs into the other’s ear. “You all right?”

[dissocianarchic-blog]

@mrsudonta

[SMS - T. Durrden 6:53 P.M.]: yeah, start by smacking yourself in the head for giving me attitude when I was going to make you a nice offer

[SMS - T. Durrden 6:55 P.M.]: would you like to go for drinks with me? tonight?

[SMS - GInna 6:56 PM]: assuming that’s YOU, specifically, and not a charter busload of other ‘text’ buddies? sure, why not?

[SMS - GInna 6:56 PM]: or. yknow. some response without attitude. just tough not to want you all to myself.  

[releasetheprisoners]

"Gothmog, my king!" beamed the young woman as she threw her arms around his neck and pressed their foreheads together affectionately. (mrsudonta)

The Lieutenant of Morgul smiled, wrapping his arm around the woman and holding her close.

“T’is been a while, my lady.”

[andhereismybook]

mrsudonta

Ginna nodded, her eyes not leaving his. Or rather, where she assumed his eyes were. Taking another step closer she reached out, placing her hands on his cheeks. “We can do whatever you’d like. I can show you my home in detail, that’s assuming you haven’t spied on me in all of them.” Ginna chuckled.

it’s cold to the touch, lacking the warmth of any sort of blood flow. and tense at the unfamiliar affection.

a little nod of its head forward.

(perhaps I have. is that so bad?)

[dissocianarchic-blog]

mrsudonta

Hesitantly she winced and nodded, as if she were waiting for a scolding. But it was him that needed it. She didn’t get herself pregnant, after all.

“I-I’m late, and my breasts are getting tender, and I’m cramping..” Ginna tried to keep her cool as best as she could, but it was hard to hide the slight uncertainty in her voice. This was alarming; she’d never had a pregnancy scare this severe before. What bothered her the most was whether Tyler would kick her out or not. He wasn’t a man to be held down by a family, especially when it was mere months into their relationship.

“Fuck.” he mutters one last time, most of his face hidden by his palm as he one-handedly rubs the corners of his forehead. “Just— all right. Get in the car. Whatever the hell happens, happens, I guess.”

[dissocianarchic-blog]

mrsudonta

[SMS - Babyhands 2:30 P.M.]: I’m amazed you can type so well with those tiny baby fingers.

[SMS - Ginna 2:33 P.M.]: grow up. You know perfectly well I’m typing with my dick.

[dissocianarchic-blog]

"You didn't honestly think we were done, did you?" (mrsudonta)

NSFW Sentence Starters

“Fuck, no…” the man pants, eyes washed over like glass and glimmering as he stares up at her.

Yes. Honestly, the answer was yes. Not that he has the humility to protest as he lies beneath her, almost drenched in combined bodily fluids not limited to his sweat, his poor abused cock throbbing weakly even as it struggles to harden up again.

[dissocianarchic-blog]

mrsudonta

[SMS - Tyler 6:24 P.M.]: i am SO sorry, that was not for you [SMS - Tyler 6:24 P.M.]: please erase them i am so embarassed

[SMS - Ginna 6:35 P.M.]: I could be very cruel here. fortunately I can’t imagine any scenarios I’d need to blackmail you in. so. officially gone.