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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2021 12:27:52 GMT
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Post by Jim Scott on Dec 27, 2021 18:07:50 GMT
12. My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release. SOMETHING HAD BEEN IN HIS DRINK. Jim doesn't know what, but he looks around with slightly widened eyes as the warmth starts bubbling through his body. He tugs at his collar, breathing growing heavier with each moment that passes. Is he sweating? And then he feels the need start to settle and turns away from the ballroom. Oh, goodness. He's not opposed to feeling like this, but why now? What was in his drink? His body continues to grow hotter as he hurries toward the door; he needs to get outside. Maybe if he's outside, the feeling will pass with fresh air.
He needs to touch himself. But he can't! He's at a bloody party! Did everyone else feel this way? Was this some -- noble orgy? Jim looks around nervously before going toward the gardens. Someone might be able to see him, but he -- he needs --
Jim sinks down to the ground, hiding himself with bushes. He can't focus on anything else; he needs to touch himself. He needs to. And he's moving to rub his hand over the forming erection between his legs. A moan escapes Jim's mouth, and he sinks his head in shame as he continues to rub. . . Anyone could find him like this. Anyone at all.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2021 19:54:36 GMT
Helena was not feeling all too well at this party. In fact, she is feeling… frisky. She read many books about these topics, books that should be banned in England but managed to get into the country and into her hands. All it did was crave for him, wanting him all over her body. The fact he said he wants them to wait didn’t help. After letting her parents know she is heading home early, she noticed someone in the bushes. She walked towards it and noticed someone there. Maybe he needs to take a piss in the bushes. With these parties, she’s sure someone need to relief themselves in the bushes without shame. Instead of relief of emptying their bladder, it was a different kind of moan. It was more of a primal growl than just a moan. Feeling adventurous that no one is around, she sneaked behind a tree to continue to hear him moan while still be out of sight from the public view. Luckily, the fresh air helped her calm down from her moment of arousal in the ballroom. “Excuse me?” She whispered, feel awkward to help someone in need. “Do you need assistance? And I don’t mean of the oral variety.”Jim Scott |
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Post by Jim Scott on Dec 27, 2021 22:18:21 GMT
SHIT. Jim looks up at her with a horrified gaze as he's caught. At least his hand wasn't in his trousers. That would have been a nightmare. He looks up at her, flushed from his ears down to under his collar. Every inch of him is trembling with need at this point. He's at a loss for words at first, but she mentions the word oral, and his mind sinks into the abyss. How lovely her mouth would feel against his hot skin right now. "I -- I -- " He stammers. He takes a moment and swallows. "Y -- Yes. I need some -- help." He squeezes his eyes shut. Oh, this is so embarrassing.
"I -- can repay you." He swallows, and he squeezes his legs shut. He needs to feel her in some way. All he can think about is having her against him. "Please, I need it now. Please." His eyes go to her lips.
Tagging: @polinshipper82
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2021 23:01:16 GMT
“Repay?” Helena sighed, wondering if he thinks she’s some common trollop sneaking into a party. “You’re going to get us in trouble by this preposition, my Lord or your Grace or… I don’t even know your name.” Nor she wants to know his name. She has her lustful feelings towards only one. But she needs to find a way to help him out of his daze while avoiding getting caught. Part of her yearns to hear the sound of a man’s pleasurable moans. At the same time, any hint of her purity compromised and she’ll end up marrying this man she doesn’t know. “Okay, do you want help to… you know or do you want me to help you get rid of it altogether without touching each other?” She whispered as she is looks around. “The latter is easy. Just think of a hideous creature you can think of and it’ll go away. Will Nigel Berbrooke suit?” She covered her face, thinking how that was not the best example. “On the other hand, is there a lady you’re desiring that would make it easier for you to…” She stopped for a moment to whimper the last word. “Come?”That did not sound ladylike. “Forgive me but some of these novels had got me flushed and that’s how I know about… can rub against a tree to…” Helena is turning red as she noticed looking at him. Handsome? Yes. But this was awkward. Jim Scott
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