#hndstomself

sydney can't keep the amused grin from her lips at how easily james' thighs part for her casual touch, almost like a reflex. "fuck, you're close to opening your legs every time we look at you, aren't you?" she teases her friend. still, she isn't exactly disapproving, almost rewarding james as she keeps stroking her fingers through the other blonde's slick folds.

Jackie had seen on Anastasia’s instagram story that she was back from whatever city she’d flown off to. While she certainly could have texted, she ignored that in favor of showing up uninvited. That was how she arrived, roller skates tied together and slung over one shoulder, palms and knees scraped to high hell, her hair messy and looking nothing like the picturesque people that lived on this side of the city. Digging her phone out of her pocket, she dialed the number, waiting for the ringing to stop. “Get your ass downstairs and come say hi. Unless your poor feet are too sore from walking in high heels.”

Charlie: I miss you.

Charlie: I don't expect you to answer this but I haven't stopped thinking about you since the other night.

          “What do I want it to be?” she repeated in a soft husky tone, feeling the younger girl’s arms around her neck. Something that only prompted Faye’s hands to find themselves gripping Tessie’s hips and pulling her closer, rounding along her arse and giving it a nice squeeze. “I think...” she let out, lips ghosting over the others, not kissing her, not yet, but she let her lips graze along the blonde’s lips with a smile. “...I think I want you to say yes, you did...” One hand moved, trailing over Tessie’s hip, hiking up the skirt she wore. “Maybe I wanna imagine you in bed, alone, wishin’ I was there with you... Kissin’ you... Touchin’ you... Tastin’ you deep...” Her lips grazing along the other’s jaw, delivering soft kisses down to her neck. “All the things that make you wet... I wanna imagine you takin’ these fingers...” she let out, her own hand rising up her thigh, settling between Tessie’s legs. “And wishin’ it was me... But...” She lifted her head, looking into her eyes. “Did you? Did you touch yourself while thinkin’ of me?” 

Name: Espyn 💍💍💍💍

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Ringtone: Lover- Taylor Swift

This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Juliana had just gotten back from the doctor with the results of her recent blood test. The fact that she was pregnant -- that was something that wasn’t in the books. They were supposed to get divorced, she had the papers in her hand. Not that she was in any way over her husband and didn’t even want this, but she knew that it wasn’t like it had been in the past. Staring down at the x on the page where she was supposed to sign, Juliana made her way into the room where her husband was, dropping the papers down in front of him. “I can’t sign these...” she trailed off, crossing her arms over her chest. “What are we doing? This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Why are we giving up so easily?”