THE COMPETITION had started as harmless trash talk between two men whose entire careers revolved around putting small objects exactly where they wanted them. Somewhere along the way, however, it had turned into a matter of pride. The man with arrows was actually doing great. Better than most. The problem was that MOST didn't include Floyd.
By the time the final round came around, Floyd wasn't even standing properly at the line anymore. He was half-turned toward the bar, nursing a drink, carrying himself with the RELAXED posture of a man waiting for a bus rather than competing.
The first dart left his hand without a glance toward the board. Bullseye.
A few people laughed in DISBELIEF.
The second landed so close to the first that it nearly split the shaft. Bullseye again. By the third throw, the room had fallen into that peculiar silence reserved for witnessing something mildly irritating &&& undeniably impressive. The marksman released the dart while looking directly at Clint. Thunk. Dead center. Floyd finally glanced over his shoulder as if checking whether the board had cooperated. It had.
Of course it had. He took a slow drink, set the glass aside, and shrugged one shoulder. "The scoreboard's being a little harsh, I'll admit. The good news is nobody RECORDED it. Probably."
butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.
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//// @decthbringer
THE HEAVY SILENCE OF THE BEDROOM was broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing, the air thick with a mutual heat. He looked down at Elektra as she lay flat on her back, her completely nude body looking stunningly soft under the low light, her chest rising and falling in a tantalizing invitation.
Shifting his weight, he KNEELED over her torso, his mind racing with the thrilling novelty of what they were about to try. The slick friction of his bare thighs against her ribs sent a jolt of pure adrenaline to his core && a slow, eager smile spread across his face as she looked up at him with a deathly, breathless look of anticipation.
Gently pressing her full, heavy breasts together with his hands, Floyd carefully aligned his throbbing cock right into the warm, tight valley she created for him. As he began to slide smoothly back and forth against the hot cleavage, the unique sensation of her cleavage gripping him left him completely breathless.
Every forward stroke felt magnified tenfold, an electric current of pleasure arching from his groin straight to his brain as he established a slow, deliberate pace. He let out a low, ragged whimper, watching intently as his cock slipped between her breasts, glistening with their combined heat in a way he had NEVER witnessed before, driving his arousal to an entirely new peak.
Floyd accelerated the motion ---- his hands gripping her shoulders for leverage as the FRICTION between her breasts drove him to the absolute brink of control. The visual of his length disappearing and reappearing between her soft, flushed tits in this new position was utterly intoxicating, blurring everything else in the room until there was nothing left but her soft gasps && the intense heat of her body. "You wanted something different tonight. TELL ME how much you want this."
As his hips maintained their steady, friction filled rhythm against her chest ;; Floyd reached out with his hands to bracket her breasts with more PASSION, deliberately pressing his thumbs against the very peaks of her skin. He began to rhythmically roll && pinch her sensitive nipples, his thumbs teasing the hardened buds with a firm, deliberate pressure that probably made her gasp out loud.
awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.
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//// @sonicanary
Floyd stared at the blonde beauty, the suffocating silence between them thick with unspoken words && unresolved tension.
Her brilliant eyes held a desperate, vulnerable glimmer that mirrored the violent, aching need in his own chest. ------- For a prolonged, agonizing moment, they merely stood there ;; PARALYZED by a devastating LONGING before the invisible string finally snapped. He closed the distance, holding her face between his palms as if she were his entire world. The kiss started tenderly, a slow && worshipful exploration that spoke volumes of his profound affection. Every soft sigh she breathed felt like a secret meant only for him, pulling him into an intimate trance where she was his absolute universe.
But the tenderness couldn't contain the underlying heat for long. Floyd angled his head, deepening the kiss as his tongue swept past her parted lips;; tasting the slick interior of her mouth with a sudden, BREATHLESS urgency. His hands slid from her cheeks, trailing down the sensitive line of her neck && over the delicate curve of her waist to deliberately map her figure. He wanted to unravel her, his large palms firmly kneading her hips and grazing the sides of her tits through her clothes. GOD, his touch was possessive and agonizingly slow, specifically seeking out all her sensitive curves to build her desire, drawing filthy, helpless whimpers from her throat.
She dragged the soft fabric of her dress across his coarse, unyielding denim, creating a MADDENING friction that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to his groin. He groaned into her mouth, completely helpless against the intense, building pressure. ---- It was pure AGONY, yet he was completely addicted to the way his wandering hands made her arch && grind even harder against him.
" Dinah... "
The true torture began the second she shifted her weight, settling the soft juncture of her thighs directly over his lap. Even with the frustrating barriers of their clothing, he could feel the exact, searing warmth of her body pressing down onto his erection. As she initiated a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, his hands continued their wicked exploration, gripping her thighs && squeezing her plush curves to actively turn her on and encourage her filthy rhythm.
Floyd surrendered entirely to the raw, dirty need taking over his senses ;; thrusting his hips upward in a hard, desperate counter-rhythm. He ground himself aggressively into the sweet, clothed cradle of her thighs ---- matching her heavy downward rolls with a blunt, relentless force. Every agonizing rub of denim against fabric struck a match directly over his raw nerves. He pulled his mouth from her swollen glossy lips to bury his face in her neck, panting heavily as his hands SQUEEZED her waist, pulling her flush against his punishing intensity.
The friction was a devastating tease, a hot, heavy collision of clothed bodies && exploring hands that left him completely CONSUMED. ------ NEVER STOP ;; he prayed, his hips snapping upward in a beautiful, relentless DEVOTION.
The raw, filthy sight of her fingers disappearing into her own drenched pussy while he stretched her tightest hole drove Floyd past the point of sanity.
Her lewd moans echoed off the ancient cedar, a symphony of pure SACRILEGE that only fueled his speed. His hands moved from her hips to grip the wood of the booth for leverage, his biceps bulging as he threw his entire weight into each punishing stride. He was buried so deep inside her asshole that he could feel her fingers shifting through the thin wall dividing her two channels, a double friction that was completely MUTUAL torture.
&& His rhythm turned savage, his thick cock sliding nearly all the way out before he SLAMMED back inside, hitting the deepest depths of her restriction with every single blow. ;; "Look at you... a proper little sinner in God's house." He panted, his voice whispering against her ear as his teeth sank into her shoulder.
"I've got you," Floyd whispered against her lips, his voice thick with a raw, fierce emotion as he held her tightly against his chest. "I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together now." He smoothed a tangled strand of hair from her face, his gaze steady && filled with a warmth she had never seen in him before.
His expression changed the second he realised WHERE her mind went. He didn't rush to fill the silence ;; he was unaware of what to do in this situation. Sometimes when his daughter cried tears; && he gets an unprecedented ANXIETY mixed with panic attacks in his neurones. He was in a BATTLEGROUND trying to choose words that wouldn't make it worse. "Hey." His voice was eventually softer now. "I have had habits. Most of them SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. None of them ever made me want to be better at staying alive. &&& I'm not comparing you to the things that ruin me." A pause as he stepped towards her, his hands attempted to lift for reassurance but were too slow at that instance. "What I'm trying to say is---- I'm myself around you. More than I am with most people. && that means MORE to me than I usually know how to admit."
"We've had our fair share of shit.. but you make it worth half the hell." Snatching a chicken nugget from his finger she ate half before playfully putting the rest in his mouth.
"-------- Wow. Nothing says true affection like stealing my food && calling ourselves HALF HELL !
BUT IF YOU START getting mushy on me in public again, I’m telling everyone you CRIED at a dog food commercial. "
