Maze 💕
send 💕for a deep, passionate kiss
Pam was sitting on her couch, listening to Maze talk about her love of knives, and the different uses for them. There was something about it that was incredibly attractive. Perhaps it was the other woman’s lack of remorse that was drawing Pam in, or maybe it was her disregard for most human lives. “Hm, tell me more,” she said, a coy smile playing on her lips. She crossed one leg over the other, her eyes never leaving Mazikeen’s. When the woman mentioned how she’d tortured a man using only knives and her fists, Pam felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Why was she so hot?
She tried to keep her expression neutral, but the more the other went into detail, the harder Pam found it. Mostly, she was well practised in self-restraint. But not tonight. With a smirk, she got up from her seat and sauntered over to Maze, shedding her shirt on the way. It was far too hot in the room, and it had been a very long time since she’d shown off her assets without wanting something in return. “I think it’s time to stop talking, don’t you?” she asked, moving to straddle the woman’s lap. Pam pushed her back a little, looking down at her as her breaths grew heavier. Without another thought, she pressed their lips together – her kiss urgent, deep, and full of need. Her hands found the hem of Mazikeen’s shirt, and she tugged gently. ( @mazikeenofmurders )
