#spokenleaf

[astralglam]

✏️ !!!!

[greyhoundgxrl]

📔 !

Dear diary, I should probably call Leaf, I think. I was already planning on it, but Elaine’s been hogging the phone all day talking to some guy from San Fransisco.  Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise? I really never know what to say to him? He scares me, but I like it? But I don’t like it? Max tells me I should stay away from a man like that but Max doesn’t always have the best advice. I’m not about to trust somebody who runs a failing titty bar (even though I work for said failing titty bar). Elaine finally got off the phone. I’m just gonna grow up and call. I think I left a pipe at his house anyway. 

[itsalltoobeautiful]

@spokenleaf asked: “ aesthetic “ ! send aesthetic for an aesthetic board / edit of our muses

[its-all-too-beautiful]

‘ i thought you were going to tell me you didn’t want to have me here anymore. ’

A soft sigh left the girl’s lips- it wasn’t that, no. She was in her own head, having one of those nights where over-thinking was the course of action. Even with a nice evening of listening and dancing to records, something still had her down- and she definitely didn’t want Leaf to leave.

“No, no...that’s not it at all. I just-“ Taking a sip of the wine she had poured for the two of them, Whitney took a seat by the window and ran a hand through her dark locks- what did she want? “I guess I’ve been having an ‘off’ day, y’know? I don’t want you to go..”

Looking up at him with those doe eyes, she hugged the jacket he had put around her shoulders closer to her nearly naked torso and held her arms out, like a child in need of an embrace.

[evieenpointe-a]

sharing a nap (!)

How long? How long, how long?

by now, it could have only been so long. She’s somehow tucked on in to every crevice and useful bend. A leg threaded over one and through the two of his, arms furled about his chest and folded all together like a prayer– now i lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep– and as for her Lord, her darling Golden God with his fluff and his words; she’s fully prepared for him to go and keep all of her.

how long?

Warm. The sun’s rays on her cheek, Leaf’s chest and the soft of his shirt pressed to the other. Warm. That specific scent, wafting through the air and off of her boy, the only truly recognizable sensation tied into the adventure that had been their day. 

Girl gives a stretch, a pull, of all limbs so they go on this way and that. Better, it feels much better when she furls back into a puzzle piece, fitting in all of Leaf’s abandoned areas– but this time, instead of dozing right on off with the sun’s rays aimed at them… well, Evangeline pecks little bits of kisses, along the softest bits of his throat, further; over mountains of collarbones, valleys of skin and sin, until affectionate venture ends with a peck to the very corner of his sleepy smirk.

HOW LONG?

“I’m bored–” she’s awake. How long had they been asleep? How many of these strange people, now gazing at them, had gathered during the interim? How long can she choose, instead, to curl herself into the depths of his side / hips / waist / that convenient bend of his neck…? “We— we have to get out of here,” a plea as much as it is a statement. “Let’s escape, if they don’t catch us first…” by this point, Evangeline’s got poor Leaf’s jaw caught in her hands, twists his pretty face nearer to hers so a nip, a lick, and a whisper could be bestowed upon his ear: “C’mon, love, we’ve got to make a run for it…”

[daemondaesed]

D & F for cherry ;)

NSFW A-Z (accepting)

D is for dirty secret. This probably isn't the expected sort of secret, but she finds penises pretty hard to look at. They're just freaky, fleshy growths hanging off the body. She has to go into Artist Mode to be able to see them as something more appealing, like little abstract sculptures.

Secretive in the sense that only her partners would know, Cherry's bedroom banter leaves much to be desired. An incomplete list:

"Thanks for the meal"

"Bravo"

"Lucy, I'm home"—to a man not named Lucy

"I won"

Poking a clitoris and saying "Ding dong" like she's ringing a doorbell

Following that up with "Can I come in?" and waggling her tongue

Calling out her own name

"I have the power" in her best He-Man impression

F is for favorite position. So, Cherry's something of a party girl. She likes sex, she's had a lot of it. What she's learned by now is that it's a lot easier when less eye contact is involved. It's hard to not make some kind of emotional connection when you're locking eyes with someone, and that can get you in trouble. Doggy and reverse cowgirl are classics for that reason. Now if it's someone she actually cares about, that eye contact is basically mandatory. Being very small, she occasionally likes to be reminded of her size. It would be easy for someone to pick her up and prop her against a wall. She'd really enjoy that. Think The Notebook, but more practical.

Bonus round—the champagne room is fun even when there's no penetration, just her sitting on their lap and shifting a bit to tease them.

[delphicwoman]

“ does the father know? “

in an instant, she shook her head. jane stared at him with widened eyes, spacing out over the thought of her lover finding out the truth. a huge mistake they made on one of their nights together. passionate screaming and moaning turned into a stiff silence in the morning. he’s gonna kill me for this, she thought.

as a result, she hid herself in her sweater, despite just finding out from a positive test. once again, she thought to herself, is this what my heart has been searching for? is it him or someone else, another man or a woman? is it the music instead all along?

[itsalltoobeautiful]

@spokenleaf said: 9) one muse gives the other a brief casual touch,  unintentionally stirring up emotions in the other who swears the warmth lingers on their skin.  — Leaf

Whitney found herself on an evening stroll along the shore with Leaf, talking about everything from the way the sand feels between toes and whether or not there’s a supreme being in the sky. She was rather enjoying herself in his company, and kept glancing over just to take in his mannerisms, the way the glow of the sunset fell over his features… the soft twitches of his hair with the salty breeze..

A comfortable bout of silence fell between them before he placed his hand on the back of her arm, signaling to her that he would be right back— the brunette suspected it was to grab a book or maybe a jacket, seeing as they hadn’t gotten very far with their walk. However, with just that singular, harmless touch, the shallow breath hitched in Whitney’s throat and even as Leaf departed, she found that his warmth lingered.. thankfully, she was able to give a little smile and nod as a ‘no problem, I’ll be here’… but as doe eyes turned to look at the sea, she couldn’t help but feel a little rumble inside- butterflies? Possibly?

All she could do was try not to let her mind spiral and feel the warm sand on the bottoms of her feet… but her attention, no matter how beautiful the oranges and purple hues in the sky, was focused on that spot that he so delicately touched a mere minutes prior.