Jenna Lyons - est 1968
Fashion Designer, founder of 'loveseen' ; your favourite housewife of nyc
"My lashes may be fake but i definitely keep it real"
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Several kisses on the forehead, hm? that's one of the several things i keep missing these nights before bed. I think I would be a needy and horny housewife even in an apron and overalls. You’d never make it past the doorway before dragging me back to the kitchen floor. Retirement plan. Check. And yes, apparently lack of sex does turn me into a trad-farmer-wife. Maybe tomorrow I will be thinking about becoming a nun... a virginal one. Who knows? I can only imagine a lot of things to do while I keep myself away from a movie set. It's nice to have a woman like you... a powerful boss in a big office making big decisions about fashion. i'm living my own movie with you but tonight… it feels like a torture having you far away... let’s make the screen work overtime. Just don’t blame me when your coworkers start wondering why you’re smiling so much to your screen. New York sounds like a nice place to spend some days before the end of the summer...
Let's change that to "an unlimited amount" there's a lot i've gotta make up for this weekend -- A "horny, needy housewife" who pins me to the floor, no matter the state i'm in ? no matter if i'm sweaty or not, sign me up. I'm into that retirement plan. The chickens have you by morning, and i have you by evening, it'll be a nice balance in our old age. sexy-trad-wife, finally getting some after a dry-spell of long distance, now that, that sound's like a fun porno name i'd happily be apart of; so please, save your habit, i'm not sure i can get that sinful. even though nun's are the most horny of all. i won't let you get that far. and now, i'm making big decisions on fashion shows. I'm begging the project runway team to keep me on as a judge, as i've never had so much fun on a set before. i would say jokes on you, since i'm smiling when you aren't even on the phone, but also, it's majorly due to missing you and i second that. Though i'll be with you this weekend, i may need to bring you back to new york with me, if i can manage to steal you away from everyone else.
This little head of mine keeps overthinking, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind ending up as a housewife—baking and cooking for you after a long day of harvesting on my farm. Lately I’ve been a bit annoyed with the normal, simple life at home—mostly because of the lack of sex—but I know that if I could get the best of both worlds, I’d be more than fine with slowing down the crazy life of a movie star. And I’ve got another question for you: how badly do you miss me? Because I don’t think I heard you clearly.
That little head of yours need's several kisses on said forehead and to be reminded it all doesn’t have to be figured out right now. But housewife, that's a new add-on. would that make me the breadwinner, coming home to a home cooked meal and a really sexy wife with an apron and or overalls ? both . Now that, sound's like a retirement plan. our simple is just a tiny bit different, is all. lack of sex really has you turing into a trad-farmer-wife? god forbid what idea's will come when i make you come too, we have a lotta lost time to make up for -- You will, trust me...you always make these things fall into place. And then you get back up again and stun the world with your magic. Oh, ooooh, bad. as in, as much as i enjoy the work i do, i find myself in my big office most days with a big ache, wishing you weren’t so far away. It may be a few more day's until i can show you just how much, but, i think tonight we may have to show just how much via a screen.
People think I am actually retired. I can't tell if they are glad or depressed but I was thinking that when I retire, hopefully soon... what would I do? baking? full-time farmer? your assistant? I don't know... I can't sleep and these thoughts were running my mind wildly and in conclusion, I can't sleep because I miss you. @lyonnns
I, can take a wild wild guess and say it's easily the latter, babe -- I love you, i do, but i also know you and i both know it'll take a long, long time before you actually retire. I think "occasional career break" fits you more. That being said, can i go with all the above ? I like the idea of you being a sexy farmer, baking with your fresh produce and then getting your behind all the way to nyc and distracting me in my office. hey, i miss you too, mon chéri...i'll keep you company until the sun comes up.
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you and me both. since the first shows with green day, i've had my caffeine need. before it was like three or four cups or cans, but now we're down to one, sometimes two on a harder day. pilates — i hear good things. how's it going for you ? oh wow, that can be a lot, yeah. though we love the fur kids. will power test you say ? yes, smart choice as who knows how reading or even answering if needed could be without coffee to wake you up. my highlight aside from my parfait and just an amazing breakfast ? cranium is my thing. many options, and can learn as well as have fun and laugh. uno scandals keep me and the guys strained sometimes — i hear that one.
Listen, i gotta applaud you for that—limiting your usual caffine is no joke, it's gotta be right up there with nicotine. I got lucky with a pretty incredible trainer, all at home and with the company of those active fur babies wanting to join in, it's never a dull morning. It's so true, have you got any that physically weigh you down and make it hard to even flinch if they're the one's slumbering ? oooh okay now that's, a classic. i feel like i've gotta introduce that one into the game nights ! would you say you've got yourself a winning streak, or are you not much of a competitive
work — it's a lot, but we all make it happen. we relax after and do it all again, but what we need to do and appreciate more ? before the work. the preparing. the getting ready to do, whatever it is. i start with coffee or an energy drink to wake, sometimes a bit of yoga to stretch the old bones for running and drumming. my top thing ? it's between play a good ass video game or have an old school card or board game moment with the guys before we hit the stage. how to you prepare for your day ? ( @hfrpstarters )
I'm very much with you on the caffeinated situation, and truly, i envy anyone who can start their morning without fresh coffee. I've also recently been entered into the cult that is pilates, and i get it. Although, i have two cats, a dog and a new puppy so trying to emerge from my bed with them weighing me down is a nice morning wake-up and also a will power test. I try not to go straight to reading my emails, that was a habit that needed to be placed after the coffee...but i wanna turn it back onto you, what's your highlight of those kinda days ? and, of course, i'm absolutely gonna need to know which boardgames are taking over, i need to up-family game night. there's only so many uno scandals one can handle.
I was thinking the other day about how everyone’s got that one thing they do on tour or on set or wherever that keeps them sane. For me, it’s finding the smallest, weirdest coffee shop in whatever city I’m in and just sitting there people-watching until someone kicks me out for loitering. Sometimes you overhear the best stuff: arguments, bad first dates, conspiracy theories. So now I’m curious… what’s your version of that? What’s the little ritual that keeps you grounded when life’s moving a hundred miles an hour? Or is it just my brain thats forever racing? haha
Firstly people watching ? superior way to pass the time, and when you make up little version's of "who" this person may be in your head ? i'm with you on that. I, will say, for me it's changing the coffee shop for a jewellery store. Even when i don't necessarily need to buy anything ( even though i will walk out with something eventually ) i love being nosy and wondering what someone's buying, cause it say's a lot about a person, and suddenly when i'm tapped into someone else's life, it's kinda like grounding my own. odd ? maybe, but now i absolutely need to hear any potential odd passing stories you might've overheard ? gimme the good ones.
I haven't, but now I might because it seems like a good thing to do. It did, yeah, I've been able to go into new projects, work with brands like American Eagle and Arie, and I've met amazing friends through this show too. The idea of not doing something is very scary, but I do try to take some downtime when I can. I'm one of those people that likes to work, but I know when I need a break.
I know it's a common thing for actor's to not even dare watch themselves, and believe me, i get it, i hear myself sometime's and it's like that ick you get when touching cotton balls. but I very much just think, especially so young, it's a super rad way to see how you've grown ! or when you get to my old age, then, you'll for sure love going back and watching it. oooh, any brand's you'd die for to collab with ? it's a wise balance, one i didn’t learn until later in life . Have any getaways planned, or are you a homebody at heart ?
"There is something so bittersweet about this being the final season of Outer Banks. I think I've cried at least once every day since coming back to South Carolina." @hfrpstarters
Have you ever gone back and watched the first season, to just see how not only your character but you, changed ? i'm no actor, so i can't say it's something i'd do, but you're so young and i imagine this show gave so many opportunities ! i say let yourself enjoy some time off, or is the idea of not doing anything slightly terrifying ? cause on babe, i know that exact feeling.
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it's been a really boring process, i'm moving long to be honest, all the bedrooms are done and i thing that they look so great at least in my opinion. so living room, dinning room, guest bath need to finish up and kitchen is coming along too. but i'm really waiting for girlfriend to come back to LA so we can do those completely together. oh man you have to watch Tombstone! that movie is just amazing and him in it is pure gold! he really desired to get a nom for that role. as well as love at first sight and the saint and heat! all amazing.
"Boring" and "home renovation" in the same sentence ? that's like a tiny dagger to my heart, but i get it. The process can be a little tedious when you just wanna wave a wand some days and have be finished. I mean, tell me you've at least made a playlist to make painting wall's less repetitive ? and four hand's are always better, so wise choice. Oh ? okay, it's down on the watch list, and i also just seen the rest of the cast, so i'm already commending your taste.
In the dimly lit bathroom of a roadside bar, Cate felt in the middle of a road movie lost in the 80s. Kissing a stranger woman and doing much more than kissing locked in one of the last stall of the small place. The air was thick with the scent of the alcohol they both had consumed previously and the anticipation of getting more that night. Apparently no prying eyes had followed them into the stall and Cate had forgotten who she really was. Cate’s body had responded instinctively, her soft moans growing louder as Jenna’s fingers curled, holding her close. Cate moaned like a kitten seeing with desire and all kind of dirty thoughts at how jenna had brought her fingers to her mouth. Cate mouth watered just imaging these fingers and that tongue pleasing her all night. Cate’s lips were parted, her breathe was hitching and she had to gulp to ease down the raspy sensation in her throat after seeing such a sensual image Cate had let a playful smirk curl her lips as she leaned closer, her breath hot against Jenna’s ear. “Oh, fuck” she had purred, her voice low and husky, “you think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you? you know how to please a girl? Because I’m willing to be pleased… I’ll give you whatever you want but don’t fucking stop” Her fingers had grazed Jenna’s wrist, guiding her hand with a mix of authority and tease.
“Ruined underwear? Sweetheart, I’ve ruined far more than that tonight, and I’m not remotely sorry.” Her eyes had glinted with mischief as she pressed herself closer, the heat between them electric, she moved her pelvis against Jenna’s fingers soft, deliberate moan had escaped Cate as Jenna’s fingers found their mark, her body arching into the touch. She knew that Jenna was enjoying this way to have cate at her mercy and under her spell, and her trembling thighs betrayed her and revealed that jenna was winning. “I want more. I need more. Please” Her hand had slid up Jenna’s arm, nails lightly scraping her skin as she pulled her closer, her lips brushing Jenna’s in a teasing dance. Cate’s head had tilted back as Jenna’s kisses on her neck sent shivers through her. as Jenna’s fingers hit that perfect spot, making her breath hitch. Cate’s hands had gripped Jenna’s shoulders, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Keep going, darling. Make me forget everything but you” Their lips had crashed together in a hungry kiss, Cate’s hands tangling in Jenna’s hair as she surrendered to the rising tide of sensation. Her moans had grown louder, unapologetic, echoing off the tiled walls. “Don’t stop!” she had breathed against Jenna’s lips, her body trembling under her lover’s touch. “Not until making me scream. I don’t care who can hear. For first time… I don’t care… what the world thinks of m” she whimpered moving her hips faster against Jenna´s fingers . One palm found the curve of Jenna’s waist, fingers splaying possessively over the fabric of her shirt, while the other traced a slow, teasing path upward, brushing the edge of Jenna’s collarbone.With a gentle tug, Cate loosened the top button of Jenna’s blouse, exposing even more of her delicate skin. She paused, her eyes flicking up to meet Jenna’s, then, with a grace that was both commanding and tender, Cate dipped her head, her lips brushing the newly bared skin just below Jenna’s throat. The kiss was soft at first, a whisper of warmth against the coolness of Jenna’s collarbone, but it quickly deepened. Cate’s lips parted, and she pressed a series of slow, deliberate kisses along the curve of Jenna’s cleavage, her tongue grazing the skin ever so slightly, leaving a trail of red marks around her perfect, round breasts with her teeth. She had to stop when she felt a strong wave hitting her hard “I’m close! Oh! She tensed up leaning back against the wall tilting her head back, her blonde strands falling loose as her leg was around Jenna’s hips pushing herself against her fingers faster letting out a loud moan without think about who could hear her. "I want to end the night in your bed tonight… please, i don't want it to end" she said, eyes shut, lips parted and chest agitated as she was making of Jenna´s finger and palm a complete disaster.
It was the combination of eagerness, longing, frustration, and release that Cate expertly intertwined. Jenna watched every disheveled strand of hair, every controlled moan, as a flicker of her tongue danced between her slightly parted lips while Jenna's fingers found that exact spot again, thrusting in, taking her at the pace she craved. "...oh babe, I know how to bring pleasure to a woman, but you, you're not as straightforward to decipher.... You're not like all those other girls, desperate and soaked," She teased, both of them on an equal playing field. Their foreplay turned into a subtle power dynamic; Jenna would push while Cate would yield, until Cate ultimately took charge. Their breaths became heavier, almost reverberating off the stall walls and the dim restroom. With Cate's grip tightening on Jenna's upper arm, it was a cue to go deeper and faster, not daring to pause... but the thought was there, and she would. "Tell me no one else has ever made you this wet, beautiful... tell me..." It was a muted whisper, their clothes tangled in a heated mess. "I don’t bring quiet girls back for a second round, keep that in mind."
Jenna listened to every plea, every desperate whisper. Her tongue glided along Cate's collar until Cate took control of what she desired. Now it was Jenna's turn; her eyes fluttered slightly as the blonde nibbled at her neck... right down to the last undone button, the sweat on her chest becoming even more pronounced thanks to Cate. With each heartbeat, Jenna shifted from two fingers to three. "Don't come, baby..." she murmured, slowing her movements, her fingers gently withdrawing and gliding out from beneath the fabric. "I have a rule: I never waste a drop." Her eyes were dark, her thoughts unbothered by the potential mess of the stall floor, but this was Jenna, the one from the bar, and she certainly didn’t mind. As her damp fingers traced over Cate's lips, she planted a soft kiss near her mouth before gently caressing Cate's arms as she knelt down. Thank goodness for her suit bottoms, she mused. She could sense Cate's struggle to maintain her composure, the heat of anticipation nearly overwhelming her. Jenna could tell it was torturous for Cate as she began to lift the dress from the bottom, her gaze meeting Cate's flustered expression. "Put your leg over my shoulder -- I want the whole bar to hear you, and only then will I take you somewhere else." Cate barely nodded before her leg was already resting there. Jenna's palms and fingers dug into Cate's upper thighs, the dress fabric nearly resting over her head. The first lick was slow, teasing over the already ruined underwear, and it was astonishing that this alone didn’t send Cate over the edge. Pulling the fabric aside, Jenna's tongue traced along her folds, sucking hard just moments before she reinserted her two fingers. It didn’t take long for Jenna to get exactly what she craved... every part of the flustered blonde woman in her mouth.
They were far away from everything detached from the reality that awaited them outside the little world they were building that night. Left behind were the kids, work, and the ever-watchful public eye. Cate didn’t want to leave the small bubble they had created. This was Jenna’s plan, and the blonde was delighted, fully immersed in the fantasy. She could live through her characters, and tonight, Catherine had become one of them. She wasn’t ready to let go… not for the rest of the night. Cate slowly licked her lips, savoring the last sip of her drink as it burned down her throat. The bitterness of the liquor felt like fire but nothing compared to the flame that had ignited deep in her belly thanks to the other woman.
“I told you I might come off as a boring woman to someone like you, used to fucking celebrities” Cate smirked, her fingers idly playing with the chain around her neck. “I get my hands dirty on the farm… and with other things whenever I can. But please, don’t picture me in overalls. I’m not sure that’s sexy” She smiled, an irresistible, tender, and captivating smile. Cate watched Jenna’s every move. The way she walked, the way she carried herself. it was intimidating. She was so self-assured, so in control, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Cate couldn’t help but imagine everything she wanted to do to her. Her eyes dropped to watch Jenna’s ass as she walked toward the restroom. Cate waited a beat, then followed discreetly, trailing behind like a curious pup chasing her favorite toy.
As she stepped inside the restroom, Cate could practically hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. That tingling sensation in her lower belly grew more intense with every second. Her breath caught, but she didn’t break eye contact, a sly smile curling at the corner of her lips. Her voice came out low and velvety, laced with mischief and desire as they stood close... far too close. There was hardly any space between them now. With a sudden, playful grin, Cate grabbed Jenna by the lapels of her blazer and pulled her in, their mouths barely a whisper apart. She lifted one knee slightly, letting Jenna slip a hand beneath her dress, granting access to the heat beneath. “If this is how you vet your interviewees, I’m sure most of them beg for an encore” she whispered. Cate was soaked, her folds slick, her skin pulsing with anticipation. “Don’t stop” she pleaded, gasping softly when Jenna’s fingers slid into her wetness, sending waves of pleasure through her core. Her hands trailed down Jenna’s back, palms bold and searching as she pressed their bodies together. Cate’s lips brushed against Jenna’s but didn’t fully connect, teasing her holding her hostage in that exquisite moment of denial. “Thank God I wore something nice underneath” she murmured. “God…” Cate’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips barely parting against Jenna’s, close enough to feel her breath—hot and ragged. Jenna’s fingers gently explored between her folds, and Cate whimpered, her voice trembling with need. “Please…” she begged. “Please…”
It was like planting a seed -- the beginning of an unexpected chapter in their night. A choose-your-own-adventure unfolding in real time. Both women were fully in it now, lost in the lives they’d conjured on a whim. It was the kind of immersive roleplay Jenna had only ever daydreamed about, mostly in that same office that started it all... and of course, it was Cate, of all people, who would not only embrace it, but take it several steps further.
Although there were no additional eyes scrutinizing her as she entered the stall, that didn’t imply Jenna would remove her mask, oh no. Until the morning, this was their reality. She felt that extra tug from Cate, sensing her greediness that Jenna was all too familiar with. Jenna's palm pressed just above her pelvic bone, her middle and index fingers slowly gliding over the dampness between her folds, a serious yet smug look clouding her face as Cate's whisper sent chills down her neck, "You can beg... but that doesn’t guarantee an encore." Jenna teasingly remarked, her fingers doing just as much. She cradled the side of Cate's face almost tenderly with her other palm, those blonde strands caught between her fingers. She was given more freedom, the amount of unraveling she longed for the instant their eyes met by the bar. "But if I savor what I taste..." it was just enough, enough to keep her in suspense, as her fingers momentarily slipped from the wet fabric, just barely brushing over her own lips with a soft suck. "Then I’m known to have favorites; I could hire you right away." She was being bold, and from the others' quick pleas, Jenna wasn’t going to keep her on edge for long. With one more lick, she was back, fingers slow, still teasing within the moisture. It brought forth light moans, the ones that were music to Jenna's ears, the sounds that made her smirk more pronounced. "Well..." she whispered, moments before she drove those fingers deep. "I think you’ve ruined your lovely underwear.... hopefully not your husband's favorite." Her lips were just inches away from Cate's, warm and enticing. "Tell me..." she whimpered softly, brushing her lips as her fingers began to move, keeping a gentle rhythm while searching for that exact spot that would turn Cate's soft moans into something louder. With her fingers curling, she held the woman close, ensuring her body was steady enough to bear the blonde's weight completely. "Tell me how much you want this," she began to move in accordance with what Cate was guiding her towards, occasionally releasing her fingers into the soaked folds and back in, adding another finger. Her own lips left light kisses on the woman's neck as she listened to her pleas, her needs, and how Jenna was ready to meet them all.
Her pulse had quickened. She could feel a warm sensation spreading across her chest and neck. it was her blood rushing. Her body temperature was rising, and it was incredible how much effect the other woman had on Cate. Maybe it was the lack of intimacy and sex lately, or maybe it was the mix of danger and the thrill of something new on the horizon. Cate could feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The blonde tilted her head slightly, curious, after hearing the other woman’s words. “Maybe… maybe they’re just lost and could show up any moment” Cate said, then glanced down for a moment before looking up at Jenna through her lashes. “Now I’m not sure I want them to arrive… I’m more interested in what I see right here” She spoke, and a small gasp escaped her lips, surprised by Jenna’s response.
“What do you mean? Innocent? Me?” she laughed softly. “I can’t believe you’d even question that. I’m a housewife, my life hasn’t had much excitement lately. If I’m here, it’s because I needed to escape for a while… you know, like a Thelma and Louise kind of thing.” She smirked. “I was bored… tired. And I said yes to this trip. Drove all the way here to meet someone I connected with… online, maybe?” she added with a hint of embarrassment. “God… now I’m concerned. They probably saw me and ran away” she chuckled. “Do you see this?” she said, touching the fabric of her dress and playing with it gracefully. “I haven’t worn this since, I don’t know… the '90s? You don’t really need things like this on a farm” Cate was taking every moment seriously—the drinks, the small distance between her and Jenna, and the timeless music playing in the bar. it was all the perfect storm of inspiration for the blonde. “I like asking questions” she said. “And with someone like you… how could I not? You seem worldly. Experienced. Like someone with a lot of stories to tell” Cate’s eyes dropped to Jenna’s hand resting on her knee, and she swallowed hard, letting out a silent sigh. “In the bathroom?” she asked with a devilish smile. “And are your… interviews open to anyone? I’m very interested, to say the least.” Cate couldn’t take her eyes off Jenna. Her gaze kept drifting to her chest, entirely distracted. “And if you’ve got an Oscar too... well, you’re clearly a very popular woman" She licked her lips deliberately. “Oh—I’m Catherine. You can call me Catie, or Cate. And my last name… I’d rather not say. You might track down my husband and tell him you saw me here, and i was willing to be seduced by a stranger in a bar in the middle of nowhere.” She spoke casually, but barely managed to stifle a gasp when she felt Jenna’s fingers dangerously close to her underwear. Slowly, discreetly, she parted her legs. “Do you collect strangers’ panties, or are you just trying to take mine off?” she asked with a grin.
“I’d usually say the more, the merrier…” Jenna teased, letting the words hang with a sly grin. “But that kind of thinking’s gotten me into a bit of trouble lately.” She teased, the joke offering a flicker of relief, a tiny rebellion against the mess outside this bar. Jenna couldn’t help but laugh, palm grazing her own cheek as she grinned. 'Oh, a not so innocent housewife ? Jackpot. They don’t make many of those anymore.'" It was testing patience at this point, the background chatter blurring into a distant hum, every sense drawn to the figure perched so perfectly on the stool, the occasional heat within her core just by watching, god, she was good, Jenna merely thought. It was mesmerising, watching the woman respond so effortlessly, as if every gesture, every shift in posture, belonged to someone else entirely. A stranger. One Jenna suddenly ached to devour. The transformation was subtle but undeniable; her mannerisms changed, her energy different, wrapped in mystery, yet wholly magnetic. Her fingers still traced slow, deliberate circles along warm skin, but just for a moment, Jenna reached forward, brushing the fabric in question. A playful, reverent touch. “So... a timeless beauty,” she murmured, voice husky behind the rim of her cocktail glass as she stirred it lazily with her free hand. “The thought of you getting dirty on a farm in overalls, only to come here and look this sexy... it's a healthy balance, babe.”
With every subtle nod, every eye roll aimed at the woman’s delightfully bratty confidence, and her fingers tracing lazy paths up the back of her dress, Jenna was already calculating the exit strategy.“Well, Catherine,” she drawled, deliberately playful, the name laced with mock formality. “I’m not easy on anyone, beautiful. Most don’t even make it to the interview round.” Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile , one of pure, unshaken confidence. In that moment, she truly was the CEO, laced with power “ Fewer questions,” she added, voice a velvet threat, “ and maybe you’ll find out all my secret trophy kinks.” And just like that, she slipped her fingers out from beneath Cate’s dress, slow enough to leave a whisper of heat in their wake, the absence somehow louder than the touch itself. She finished the last of her drink in one quiet sip, letting the silence stretch between them like a dare, then rose without a word. With a wink and a slow turn, Jenna sauntered toward the restroom, fixing her suit jacket and glasses. Moments later, the air behind her shifted, a flicker, a hum, a rising heat. She didn’t need to look back to know: Cate, or Catherine, as the game demanded, was already following, drawn not by invitation, but by something far less resistible. It didn’t take long before Jenna was pulling he blonde in by her hand, a light cramped cubicle was now their secluded bubble.
As she softly guided Cate to the side of the stall, her hand gently cradled the woman's cheek. "Cette fleur est si délicate," the French phrase was sure to weave its way into Jenna's fantasy. "Now, Cate -- mystery woman," she declared, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind the other’s ear. "I need to check something before I continue this interview." Jenna grinned, her hand gliding along the hem, lifting it slightly as her fingers caressed the fabric of the woman's underwear. With her palm resting against the material, she slipped her fingers beneath the second layer, biting her bottom lip while keeping her gaze locked on the blonde. Dipping her fingers into the warm, soaked core, she remarked, "I guess you answered my question, needy housewife..." her eyes darkened by the thrill of the moment as she slowly trailed her two fingers up along the heat of her core.
as i put together our new home alone i have learned that i am possibly in love with Val Kilmer. sorry Karls but you have some competition right now. i got his memoir on audio book and man oh man what an amazing guy he was. did i also rent most of his movies to watch? yes i did. i can't be the only person that randomly falls in love with random actor/artist and needs to consume all their work. please tell me i'm not alone here. @hfrpstarters
My ears ring like bat-signal whenever i hear anyone's doing up a new place, so please enlighten me with the process ! it's entirely the type of stuff i "nerd" out about, per say, are you in the early stages or just about finished ? I'm also into this passion, i can't say i've seen a lot of his films besides, maybe top gun ? which, incredibly iconic, so i get it. And please, all recommendations welcome to anyone's i've gotta put a top my watch list ! I will say, the last time i fell down a rabit hole for an actor like this was probably with paul newman, what a guy.
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that offer is very tempting so i just might come your way soon. i love the idea of something more different and out there for a photoshoot. as long as you tried and playing cheerleader is a nice role. we all need that support system every now and then. it's a bit of both — just depends on the day usually. i think i could be persuaded, so maybe sometime you just might. yes — swim hats can be so cute !
I'm so serious - you'd bring synchronised swimming into trend again...as if it ever was, and that, for me is just a major plus, babe. We'll even mix it into the photoshoot idea, those outfit's are to die for, honestly, so we might as well go big.
There was something undeniably alluring about the night, the thrill of the unknown. This was a whole new experience, and Cate was ready to live it fully, to savor every second while it lasted. Jenna knew exactly what she was doing, and Cate had no intention of disappointing her, not when this was precisely what she had been craving. The blonde licked her lips, then gently pressed her middle finger to her bottom lip, her gaze never leaving the other woman’s dark, intense eyes. She could feel the magnetic, mysterious tension between them and played along without hesitation.
“Just someone I met… somewhere” she said, her tone casual but suggestive. “I guess I came off a little boring last time... or maybe they just got lost. This place is hidden, after all. Took me a while to find it… maybe the same happened to them” She paused, eyes slowly traveling down Jenna’s body before locking eyes again. “But now… I hope they don’t show up. Not now that I’ve found someone truly interesting. Someone who knows exactly what I need—someone who can take my mind off everything and everyone I know” She raised an eyebrow and smiled, glancing down at her glass before taking a long sip, nearly finishing it. After a quick clearing of her throat, she set the glass down. Cate’s eyes widened when Jenna revealed her nightly habits. “An affair? Every night?” she murmured, intrigued. “That’s… interesting. I mean, you must never get bored, do you?” she asked, fingers playing with the chain that rested against her cleavage. “And… did you find that person tonight? Or are you still waiting for a better prospect?” She stood up slowly from the stool, now standing close to the taller woman. “Because I’ve got time… if the position’s still open” she added with a playful grin, then finished the last drops of her drink. “Want another?” she asked, voice softer now, more intimate. “It’s on me this time. I’d love to hear more about those secrets you’re keeping… and I’m very curious about what your nights here are really like” She leaned in slightly, whispering the last line with unmistakable seduction.
"Babe, boring?" Jenna scoffed softly, the corner of her mouth tugging up in a grin. "They either got lost... or got scared." Her head shook at the sheer thought of this woman and the word boring ever being said in the same breath -- blonde, impossibly sexy... a tall glass of water, and she was, undeniably, thirsty. She let her gaze linger, playful but pointed. "Something tells me you're not nearly as innocent as you look." Jenna merely smirked, choosing to lean into the brighter side of the moment, the side she’d wished for the second she slid off her stool and crossed the room. And well, with Jenna's interesting character development, her expression had shifted into something unmistakably feral. Under the moody bar lighting, she looked less like a woman making conversation and more like a hunter clocking her prey… except this prey ? She wanted to be caught.
“Bored ? God, no. Exhausted ?” She laughed softly, the sound muffled slightly behind the rim of her glass as she raised it to her lips. “Well, that’s a different story.” Her gaze didn’t waver, sharp with amusement as she slowly leaned back into the bar, elbows resting comfortably, confidence oozing from every angle. “You ask a lotta questions, you know that...” she added, one brow arching in mock suspicion, right as her hand dropped gently, deliberately, landing just above Cate’s knee. Fingers resting, but full of intent. "I’ve slept with an Oscar winner. Once… maybe twice." Jenna’s voice dropped, soft and molten as it curled just beside Cate’s ear, teasing like a secret shared under covers. "You’ll find one here often, funnily enough." She pulled back slightly, letting the heat between them cool just enough to let the moment stretch. Then, with a subtle tilt of her chin toward the blonde, she added "on you ? oh babe , sure" Jenna grinned, and for a beat, just two women in their own carefully constructed, deliciously dangerous bubble. As the next round of drinks arrived, Jenna’s hand was already back resting comfortably just above Cate’s knee. It started slow. Lazy, almost. Small circles drawn with casual precision as she listened, nodding intently to Cate’s hums. But then her fingers began to drift. Gradually. Deliberately. Higher under the dress she had on. Not by much, but enough to toe the line of inappropriate. At least, for a public bar. “So… that position ?” Jenna purred, her tone dripping with silk and suggestion. “I’m conducting interviews in the ladies’ room, if you’d care to show me your best assets…” She paused deliberately“Miss....?” she added, almost innocently, though her eyes were anything but. Dark, deliberate, and locked on Cate’s with unwavering intensity. “Apologies. I never even got your name.” And all the while, her fingers wandered farther, inching right to the edge of her underwear
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