Herbalists' Cache fever to the form
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Ooc — Rosie
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The way he did not speak drove the woman wild — in their prior meetings [one that she remembered, and one that she did not] the man had been a chatty fellow, but something about him was different now. There was a gravity to him, a sudden seriousness that Olive wished to shatter with use of her feminine wiles. No; actually, she didn’t want him to shatter as much as she wanted him to melt, and completely lose his composure in the most fluid of ways. She wanted to see him with no walls; like putty in her hands. Oh, and how she wanted to be the reason for it!

He followed in her footsteps and place his chin upon her.  Oh, yes, please! The simpering smile painted her maw was apparent and radiating. He must love her, too! The sylph swayed her hips from side to side, rocking his head upon the curve of her lower back — truthfully, she was really only moving an inch or two, but in the throes of her unabated fire, even the smallest of movements felt overwhelming. From here, her tail continued to be active and twisted around his velveteen forelimbs as if she were a creeping vine, and he were her sturdy tree branch. 

Her mind, it felt so clouded — but in a way that felt most exceptional. All the memories and guilt of the past had surrendered to the heady miasma, threatening to pull her under and swallow her whole, and maybe never let her free! In this, the lamb would prove to be no imposition. She surrendered to it. Olive bit her lip and grit her teeth from the sheer want of him, and her breath started to come in uneven, anticipatory hitches. — it is what the gods want, she managed to gasp, her chest growing tight from the potency of his nearness. He must feel this too, he must! It was in her experience that things that felt this good were signs from the gods — in fact, it was the clearest of signs.Of what? Who knows! But they had a task — nay, right! — to fulfill their holy duty. How lucky were they, those two heated, pale beasts, that the gods should choose them for such a divine task?     
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams

Messages In This Thread
fever to the form - by Olive - January 28, 2018, 08:52 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Birk - February 09, 2018, 12:59 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Olive - February 09, 2018, 03:19 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Birk - February 09, 2018, 03:32 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Olive - February 09, 2018, 11:35 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Birk - February 10, 2018, 05:14 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Olive - February 12, 2018, 01:21 AM
RE: fever to the form - by Birk - February 13, 2018, 02:27 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Olive - February 16, 2018, 11:50 AM
RE: fever to the form - by Birk - February 16, 2018, 03:42 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Olive - February 21, 2018, 03:50 AM
RE: fever to the form - by Birk - February 24, 2018, 06:02 PM
RE: fever to the form - by Olive - February 25, 2018, 10:59 PM