Sep 29, 2018
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“So Doctor, how fucked up do ya think I am?”
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“So Doctor, how fucked up do ya think I am?”
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“Worse ideas don’t justify the possibility of a bad idea.” He countered, but still found himself in the front seat of her car.
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“-- where did you say you studied again?” He watches from his doorway as the blonde storms out.
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send ' ▼' for my muses reaction to yours straddling/sitting on their lap.alternatively send ’ ▼+ reverse ’ for my muse to straddle / sit on your muses lap.
With a smirk she walked over to him. To todays session she wore a thin satin dress which slide up her tights the whole time, until she stood up only to sit down in her Doctors lap. “T-time for close up...”
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"That's a terrible shame."
He strokes her lower back, so casually it might be accidental.
"You could get me a drink. I'm not going to say no."
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“Oh my gosh,” The blonde woman-- thirtysomething, on the chubby side, brightly colored glasses, lipstick that doesn’t quite match her complexion, but she loves the color all the same-- beams. “I love your nails!”
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“I ain’t tryin’ to avoid you, Viv. I mean... no, I... yeah, I-I guess I was. Ya blamed me for you tryin’ to-... it stuck. I’m already a murderer, Viv. Your boss knows that, and should’a said that to you. Hard for me not to take it personally.”
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At her question, Wyatt’s chest tightened. He couldn’t decipher what he wanted. Every pleasurable sensation brought with it a sense of either panic or nausea. His mind raced back on what he could do to keep focused and finally, his hand reached for hers.
Taking the smaller appendage into his grasp, Wyatt was hesitant, but eventually placed it upon his throat. His eyes were downcast now as he spoke.
“Squeeze... I-It... it’ll h-help me kee-... keep focus.”