#reality?

Did you know...?

Tails exists. Probably

OKAY NO BECAUSE I'M ALMOST CRYING OVER TWO OF SOME OF MY ALL TIME COMFORT CHARACTERS DIED IN LORE AND I KIN THEM SO HARD AND IT HURTS FOR THEM TO BOTH BE GONE. THE GUILT OF KINNING PURPLED (before he killed Charlie) IS WEIGHING IN ON ME AND THEN FUCKING RANBOO??? MAN I- I JUST WROTE AN ANGST STORY ABOUT HIM THAT SHOWED HOW IMPORTANT HIS CHARACTER IS TO ME CAUSE I FUCKING KIN IT SO HARD THAT I WROTE HIM INTO A PERSONAL STORY ABOUT MY DREAM... MY BRAIN IS NOT MAKING UNDERSTANDABLE SENTENCES BUT HOPEFULLY SOMEBODY UNDERSTANDS. IT MIGHT BE A ROLEPLAY BUT I'M STARTING TO FEEL LIKE SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS IRL CAUSE I HAVE NO SENSE OF DUCKING REALITY AND I KIN THEM AND JUST

FUCK

Reality? Chapter 26 To Bed and No Sleep

He has never felt such frustration at her 17th century clothes. The layers seem to go on and on. She has an easier time, lifting his shirt off and loosening the belt, letting it and the kilt fall. He finally reaches her shift. A good thing as she already has him in hand, God, her hand! Pushing her shift off, he takes her lips. The force of the kiss lowers them down on the bed and she goes to guide him inside of her.

“No, Mrs. Heughan, not yet.” He turns her over and kisses down her back.

“Oh!” she arches up with a groan. She never knew her back was so sensitive. Not until Sam's mouth trailed over it. “So bloody good.” She feels him smile before he heads lower. The tip between her back and bum seemed to fascinate him as he dips his tongue in and out of it. He is driving her insane.

“I’ve a confession.” He admits as he runs his hand over her bum.

“Hum, what is that?” Hell does his hands feel good.

“After your audition was set up, I looked you up on-line.” His hand moves farther down, just feathering where she really needs it. She presses against him in frustration and he stills her. “Not yet love. Where was I. Right. I looked you up and saw your modeling pictures. Couldn’t get them or this awesome arse out of my mind during the audition.”

“That why you were so sweaty?”

“Aye that and I knew you were going to change my life. As you have.” He finally puts them out of their misery and lets his hand cup her honeypot. The other reaches under and finds her most sensitive nipple. Mindful of the pregnancy, he just strokes it.

“F*ck yes!” She starts to ride his hand as his finger work in her and on her. “Don’t stop!” He kisses her the back of her neck before whispering against her ear.

“Not until you are as limp as a rag doll, mo bhean.” It is all she needs and she screams out as she cums. That is all he can take and he adds, “May I take you like the horses?”