Unexplainable

It's a lot harder than it seems to make time for that stuff. Uh... burning one would make a hell of a statement if you didn't want to. Right? Hmm, okay, you might as well not wear one... both would be interesting to see.

I’ve resigned myself to finals, they’ll come and I’ll panic but ultimately get them done. Yes, feminism is still around. Just because we aren’t burning our bras in the streets doesn’t mean we aren’t fighting patriarchy and oppression.

I don't know what you mean... yeah, we all have to ultimately get them done regardless if we're prepared or not, huh? Oh- sorry, I- I live under a rock, or more specifically my room... Haha, you'd burn your bra in the streets? I'd kill to see that.

Well, there is that girl who literally wore a mermaid tail and is hopping all over the place. That’s the worst idea I’ve seen so far. Care to top that?

Kay, there is a guy claiming he's Greek in a kilt, a cardboard shield and sword aaaaand... Trojan condoms taped to his chest in armour. He- he's not even a specific god. That, I believe, tops miss hop over there.

“Eep!” Oh, he was so strong, and try as she might to squirm in protest, there was no stopping him from having his wicked way with her…not that she wanted him to stop, of course. Finally, they were inside of his room, and if she hadn’t been even half as worked up as she was right now, she would have taken the time to look around and explore. As it was, she was far too aroused to do anything aside from wriggle off of his back and into his arms once more, tilting her head upwards and slanting her waiting mouth across his before either one of them could get a single word out. “Promise me you aren’t so drunk that you won’t remember this in the mornin’,” she pleaded breathlessly between kisses, but already her small hands were pressing against his chest and pushing him back towards his bed. Soon enough, his knees hit the back of it, and Catalina didn’t hesitate to crawl into his lap when he was forced to sit down at the edge, parting her thighs willingly and sliding her arms around his neck. “Promise me, baby, please…” She kissed all along his strong jawline, nudging him with her nose in an attempt to get him to tip his head back so that she could drag her lips down to his neck once more…as primitive as it might have been, she wanted to mark him, and so she eagerly began to lick and suckle at the hollow of his throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh until it was a deep shade of red. All the while, her hips rocked forward, because her desperate need for him was far too much, and even the slightest bit of friction for her wet and aching pussy was more than enough.

In a frenzied moment he pushed his hips back further onto the bed and shifted left underneath her, sliding out and using his hands on her hips to lift her and place her down. Sacrificing the place of his hand he removed one to push her back on the bed, his body following hers down. They tumbled together and he wasted no time in placing his lips on hers his tongue diving in to caress the underside of her tongue, their noses pressing and his eyelashes fluttering against on her forehead. His body was on hers, pressing down and his hand on her hip continued in pushing the dress up until her dress was revealing the bones of her ribs. He didn't look but only felt, his hand brushing the flat expanse of her tummy. There was still too many layers, he decided and his other hand moved to his shoulder were the clasp of his toga was.

I’m doing really good actually. Halloween was super fun but now everything is winding down. One of my feminist classes. Feminism in popular cultures.

Yeah? It does in a way with midterms over and all that, though I feel its only the calm before the storm- finals. Feminism. Ah- it's still around?

Just reading for a class. How are you though?

I'm good, busy like usual. Yourself? Which class?

That - that is funny. Where did you hear that? It’s pure gold, I’m definitely going to use that one during my next family reunion that I’ll crash. My parents don’t give a shit about me anymore, so I might as well mess with them, right? Hey Iannnnnnn…were those lights that bright a minute ago? I don’t remember. Oh well! So tell me, who have you been stealing glances at for the good part of tonight? And don’t lie - I can see your eyes wandering. C’mon, spill!

Someone from engineering actually. Uh......I guess not? Are you seeing things? Like the beam from a spaceship coming to take you back to Penelopeland, ha-ha... Oh- everyone? Some peoples getup tonight is hilarious.

What are you doing?

Oh, she…she was aroused now, too. The heat between her thighs was wet and aching, and her panties clung indecently to her swollen flesh, dampened with her juices and sticky with the proof of her desire. Every time Ian moaned, or breathed her name into her mouth, Catalina’s need for him grew, until she was unable to even remember an instance in her life when Ian Gray hadn’t been all that she needed and wanted and craved. She whimpered when he pushed himself away from her, eyes opening wide and flitting upwards to implore with his, as if begging him wordlessly not to stop, because it had just felt so good. Her brows furrowed together in confusion, but the brief flash of hurt that had taken over her delicate features was gone in a flash when Ian entwined one of his hands with her own and used the other to grip her hip, all the while bending down once more so that his brow rested against hers. “Then don’t stop, baby…please,” Catalina whispered softly, and she wondered if he knew just how adorable it was to hear him whine—perhaps she would tease him about that later on, when she wasn’t clinging to him as if he was all she had ever known. Tentatively, she bent her head from his, and began to kiss all along his neck, stopping at his defined Adam’s Apple to suck, lick, and worship the hollow of his throat with her eager little tongue. “Let’s go back to your dorm, Ian…please,” she pleaded with him once more, rubbing her lips against his skin. He was beautiful like ths…hair mussed, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed; he could have actually been a God. “I—I want you…”

His chest was heaving and his hands tingled in anticipation and yearning. They had just reached his floor and now were speed walking to his door. Not thinking of how it was inside or what exactly it was they were doing he twisted the knob with his hand and pushed with his back. Once the door gave out he grabbed her by the hips and pulled, his eyes closing automatically as they touched hers. At least his moan was quiet, he thought in small afterthought. They were inside now and there was an instinct in him to stay quiet. Everything he did- they did- sounded like striking a gong in a hospital. It made him laugh. Bubbling in laughter and out of their kiss he kept his mouth against hers as his hands gripped the slippery silk of her dress at her hips. "I hate this dress." Turning them around he shut the door with his foot and he tumbled forward and into her. "Like- I'm practically naked but its clear. Whereas with this thing" -he gripped the fabric, loving the way it stretched along the curve of her hips underneath his fingers-"leaves everything to the imagination but has to cover you.." Ian was exasperated and as he gasped and shook his head, he bore his eyes into hers. Why was he talking? "Fuck," and he pounced. Bending at the knees he placed her over his shoulder and ran away with her into the door separating his room from his place.

Hmm…