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CBKRosie
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There’s something so lovely about the way she moved. She carried herself lightly, always walking toe heel. Her hips swayed just right and she held her head and back at a 90 degree angle. Her hands flowed well in conversation. Maybe if she spoke ASL she would be considered a delicate speaker. Perfect posture, graceful stance, and tasteful appearance. Maybe it was a product of her time, but she only looked about mid 20s.
Her whole appearance was well manicured. Her nails had French manicured tips, her long auburn hair was either pin curls or a sleek bun. Her complexion glowed with health, even if it looked a little sickly. Her blue eyes looked a little red underneath some days but that could be a trick or the light. It was hard not to look at her and marvel her frame. She was built like a ballet dancer. Her muscle was long and wrapped right around her body. Somewhere between gangly and athletic.
In all honesty, if we had never met, I would approach her on the street. Find some courage in my insecure body and approach. I know I’m not ugly, I’m approached enough. I’m probably mid sized. My muscles are nothing to sneeze at. I need to be strong for my job and sister. I carry more weight in my stomach, but I also carry it all around. I don’t really have the luxury of styling my hair, clothes, or hands the way she does. I do my best, but there’s only so much I can afford and so much time. My curly brown hair is usually pulled back into a bun. My skin is usually begging for more water. My nails are short to keep from breaking at work.
The unfortunate thing about my job is that she’s there too. She’s been involved in my work for two years now. Now, if it was about inter office relationships, that would be one thing. However, we have a…conflict of interest. I’ve seen what she’s done with those she does ask out. Usually they end up on a table at my work the next day with two holes in their neck. The police ask me if I am any closer to catching her. I have to angrily fume and shake my head. Then the police will pull a note off the victim’s body. Something new every time.
“Hello my dear huntress. I saw this one’s lovely brown curly hair and thought of you. It was nice to look at from above when I had her face buried in my pussy. Maybe I won’t have to pretend it’s you next time. I promise I would take good care of you : )
Yours,
V
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Hi there!
The idea is somewhat straightforward. I want to do a flirty rivalry between a vampire and a huntress. I am fine with playing either role. I want to play with the concept of the vampire’s innate strength and immortality in contrast with how the human’s weakness and mortality. That’s not to say there’s moments where that is switched.
Her whole appearance was well manicured. Her nails had French manicured tips, her long auburn hair was either pin curls or a sleek bun. Her complexion glowed with health, even if it looked a little sickly. Her blue eyes looked a little red underneath some days but that could be a trick or the light. It was hard not to look at her and marvel her frame. She was built like a ballet dancer. Her muscle was long and wrapped right around her body. Somewhere between gangly and athletic.
In all honesty, if we had never met, I would approach her on the street. Find some courage in my insecure body and approach. I know I’m not ugly, I’m approached enough. I’m probably mid sized. My muscles are nothing to sneeze at. I need to be strong for my job and sister. I carry more weight in my stomach, but I also carry it all around. I don’t really have the luxury of styling my hair, clothes, or hands the way she does. I do my best, but there’s only so much I can afford and so much time. My curly brown hair is usually pulled back into a bun. My skin is usually begging for more water. My nails are short to keep from breaking at work.
The unfortunate thing about my job is that she’s there too. She’s been involved in my work for two years now. Now, if it was about inter office relationships, that would be one thing. However, we have a…conflict of interest. I’ve seen what she’s done with those she does ask out. Usually they end up on a table at my work the next day with two holes in their neck. The police ask me if I am any closer to catching her. I have to angrily fume and shake my head. Then the police will pull a note off the victim’s body. Something new every time.
“Hello my dear huntress. I saw this one’s lovely brown curly hair and thought of you. It was nice to look at from above when I had her face buried in my pussy. Maybe I won’t have to pretend it’s you next time. I promise I would take good care of you : )
Yours,
V
********************************************
Hi there!
The idea is somewhat straightforward. I want to do a flirty rivalry between a vampire and a huntress. I am fine with playing either role. I want to play with the concept of the vampire’s innate strength and immortality in contrast with how the human’s weakness and mortality. That’s not to say there’s moments where that is switched.
