reckless.

the  sweet  scent  that  floods  nostrils  upon  the  woman’s  entrance  fuels  hunger.   tongue  sweeps  across  plush  lip,   practically  feasting  off  the  delectable  sight  of  flesh  that  is  offered  before  it’s  regrettably  concealed  by  the  tightening  of  robe.  a  greedy  thing  the  queen  is,   yearning  for  the  fair  maiden  with  an  absence  of  self  control.     ❛  don’t cover up on my account,   this is your home after all.  ❜     how  coy  you  are,   subtly  has  never  been  a  strong  suit :   you  possess  the  makings  of  a  great  ruler,   why  should  you  squander  your  pride  while  pursuing  something  of  desire ?   your  title  has  never  sounded  so  deliciously  enticing  as  it  does  rolling  off  the  tongue  of  this  mere  mortal.   tip  of  tongue  rests  against  roof  of  mouth,   holding  the  sinful  words  that  are  aching  to  pool  out.     ❛  where  has  poor  ol’  vlad  had  to  rush  off  to  on  such  short  notice ?   so  does  that  mean,  ❜     a  pause,  thoughts  churning  as  gleaming  white  fangs  expand,   prowling  ever  closer  with  lazy,   effortless  strides,   gliding  across  stones  with  ease.     ❛  it’s just us girls this evening ?   how   …  intriguing,   well that is if i’m welcome to stay for the day.  ❜     how  impolite  it  is  to  impose,   though  when  has  manners  ever  been  something  you’ve  fretted  over ?   inhaling  once  more  as  she  comes  to stand  before  her,   gazing  down  at  the  healer,   awaiting  an  answer.

          𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤   facade,  storm brewing in yearning gaze   /   insatiable appetite blooming deep within.  this specific hunger could only be satisfied by a specific type of attention,  one that stella was oh so skilled in giving her.  she awaited the other’s gaze before making any sort of move.  plush,  rouge stained lips ever so slowly wrap around digit that had been dipped in sickly sweet icing that adorned her dessert.  oh how very unlike her,  to perform in such a provocative way in the presence of others.  once absolutely certain that any trace of sugary substance was swallowed,  finger is released with a soft pop.  that is when distance between them is finally closed,  unhurried steps are used,  emphasis on hip sway with each foot placed.     ❛  how are you enjoying your evening,  darling ?  ❜     volume is soft,  but it does not interfere with the innocent way it’s spoken.

@impulsivcty····   *   ⤻   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋,   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋.

          𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧   bree’s second nature   /   never show up empty handed !  especially when acquainting self with one’s new neighbors.  the arrival upon new culdesac meant fresh start  &  new people,  which entails perfection as the lowest standard.  with cordial smile being displayed,  a basket of assorted baked goods in one hand  &  the other holding spouse’s bicept,  they approach house adjacent to their own.  the knock given is even courtly,  not wishing to intrude,  but also alerting presence.  no more than handful of moments pass before the doorknob turns,  door swings open signaling the start of perfectly polished,  memorized greeting.     ❛  hello,  we just moved in next door  &  i thought         jean ?  ❜

@impulsivcty···   *   ⤻   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋,   𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮   natural rouge cannot be stopped,  eyes widening as lips contort to form a circular shape.  the words cause a sharp throb to centre,  thighs squeeze in response   &   shuttering breath is taken to reconstruct poise.     ❛  well  …  i -  that  …  ❜     stuttering as words fail miserably,  watching the rather confident stride of the other.  taking a moment to smooth hand down the front of blouse,  resting against stomach to ease the heat that had built                    ashamed that such a simple remark could stir her in such a way.  finally following after spouse with a slight wobble to knees.     ❛  of course darling.  ❜

𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯   of that final remark,  causing hand to raise   &   index to extend in offense.   ❛  wait just a minute,  you’re calling me a sinner ?  ❜     nose scrunches,  hating the taste those words as they leave her tongue.  taking a step to close the distance between them before free hand grasps the other’s hip,  fingers hook in belt loop to keep stella in place.   ❛  what exactly have i done to earn that title ?  ❜

❛  we have to go to church,  it’s simply been far too long since we’ve attended   &   i’m certain we both have plenty of sins we need to repent from.  ❜

@impulsivcty​​​​   *   ⤻   𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊? 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑,   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺,  𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴   become absent.  there’s a certain kind of thrill to this all,  the secrecy of their affair is stimulating in an indescribable way.  it’s wrong,  but there’s no use in reasoning once the heavy petting starts.  leaving bree breathless   &   craving more                    it’s become an addiction.  it’s filthy,  messy,  completely out of character for the housewife   &   that’s what makes it so delectable.     ❛  what took you so long ?  i was beginning to think you were going to stand me up.  ❜     tugging at the fabric of dress blouse,  leaving wrinkles   &   imperfections as evidence of what they were about to do.

lithe  fingers  embedded  into  expensive  fur  draping  rigid  frame,  melodious  riffs  of  jazz  piano  reverberating  from  dash  located  in  rolls  royce.  vision  fixating  on  the  abandoned  building  at  forefront.  anticipation  combining  with  boredom  causing  impatience  to  consume.  a  thirst  for  devious  crime  or  cold  gin  desperate  to  be  satisfactorily  quenched ---  in  no  particular  order.  "  come  now,  darling ... "  residue  of  painted  lips  staining  side  of  the  brunette's  ear  after  offering  gentle  nip  of  skin.  "  incinerate  the  bitch.  "  amusement  echoing  from  back  of  throat  as  she  released  ownership  of  the  matches.

senses  ignited  with  overdrive,  sparking  uncontrollable  convulsions  of  limbs.  oxygen  unable  to  penetrate  lungs  as  incoherent  sounds  escaped  swollen  lips.  mixture  of  different  hued  rouge  smeared  against  alabaster  flesh.  blurred  vision  focusing  on  scarlet  that  consumed.  her  body  providing  satisfactory  feast.  digits  sinking  into  silk  sheets  in  order  to  remain  grounded.  breeze  latching  onto  the  sweat  coating  skin.  back  arching  and  exposing  more  territory  of  chest.  buds  erect  and  throbbing.  mind  unable  to  focus  on  the  one  thing  desired--  release.  desperately  requiring  more.  reluctantly  releasing  grip  of  one  hand,  she  moved  to  thread  digits  through  her  partner's  mane.  experiencing  tongue  lashes  on  both  ends.   lids  fluttering  shut  as  head  sunk  into  pillow.  inner  thighs  flinching  with  each  stroke.  it  was  not  enough. 

" 𝐈𝐍-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄. "

voice  raw  from  strain  it  had  underwent  that  evening.  tugging  gently  at  locks  to  meet  at  even  playing  field.  legs  wrapping  tightly  around  the  woman's  waist  while  lips  collided.  moaning  loud  at  the  taste  of  herself  on  bree's  skin.  chest  compressing  against  the  other  causing  agonizing  bliss.  contact  creating  with  other  before  allowing  self  to  succomb.  walls  clinching  tightly  around  length  inside,   riding  each  wave  with  thrusts  of  hips.  nails  making  claim  against  the  bare  back.  explicits  and  praises  singing  while  core  released.  skin  and  sheets  noticeably  damp  while  coming  down.