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Hello!
Thanks for stopping by to my thread.
Like my mind, I expect this to become cluttered and full of a bunch of ramblings of ideas over time, I will try to keep it structured as best as I can but I do forget stuff so this will probably be edited in like an hour.
About me
I'm female and I live in the uk so I am on BST time but don't take that as deterrent to writing with me. Most of the people I've written with are on EST time so its not something I consider and issue. I've been writing for 7 years so I've developed my likes and dislikes that I'm pretty grounded in for writing and who I write with. My writing size usually reflect my writing partner but my minimum is 2 paragraphs, I just don't do well with 1 liners. I can even write up to 8 or more if I'm really inspired, it varies.
Communication wise I enjoy OOC but its not mandatory but it helps with brainstorming and making sure we're both enjoying the story. I also appreciate communication from who I'm writing with if anything comes up that's keeping you away but I only check in if there's been radio silence for a month at least so you wont get a barrage of poking from me. And I myself, do not like poking or being constantly reminded. I will always update you when I can.
Likes and Dislikes - Kink List
These lists will probably be updated but feel free to ask me if I'm missing any and we can negotiate them. I don't have an F-List, sorry.
Plot Cravings
For this section I have two types of roleplays that I'm craving. Short term and Long term.
SHORT TERM - will definitely be updated over time
For short term roleplays I'm not expecting a lot of brainstorming just mostly jumping into a story that mostly located in one place for specific period of time. These are smut heavy but have some plot grounding it.
Snowed In - Ex's who find themselves stuck in the same luxury huts up in the the mountains for winter. They haven't seen each other in a long time (for reasons we can decide) and now can't leave till the path down to civilisation can be safely cleared. What can they get up to other than being angry and petty with each other? Maybe clear the air in a way they know how. I see this one as being more on the humours side mixed with some fun smut.
All Aboard - Two complete strangers with their own reasons for being on a cruise ship for the next two weeks. Practically instant attraction towards someone you have no idea about their life. But do you want to know their messy details? Are they on the run? Are they married? Or should they just enjoy days of uninhibited passion .
LONG TERM PARINGS- Will go into detail about the plots through PM but feel free to come with your own ideas! I love world building with writing partners. Highlighted ones I'm craving.
Depressed writer x Fan
Pirate x wench
Gladiator x Senators wife
Detective x suspect
Princess x Rebel
Cowboy x Widow
Politician x Reporter
Queen x rival King
Lady x Groundskeeper
Lady x Pirate
Barbarian x Commander
Aristocrat x Revolutionary
Writing Samples.
Just so you can get an idea of how I write for different plots and settings.
Spoiler:
Feel free to reach out
-Vyx
Thanks for stopping by to my thread.
Like my mind, I expect this to become cluttered and full of a bunch of ramblings of ideas over time, I will try to keep it structured as best as I can but I do forget stuff so this will probably be edited in like an hour.
About me
I'm female and I live in the uk so I am on BST time but don't take that as deterrent to writing with me. Most of the people I've written with are on EST time so its not something I consider and issue. I've been writing for 7 years so I've developed my likes and dislikes that I'm pretty grounded in for writing and who I write with. My writing size usually reflect my writing partner but my minimum is 2 paragraphs, I just don't do well with 1 liners. I can even write up to 8 or more if I'm really inspired, it varies.
Communication wise I enjoy OOC but its not mandatory but it helps with brainstorming and making sure we're both enjoying the story. I also appreciate communication from who I'm writing with if anything comes up that's keeping you away but I only check in if there's been radio silence for a month at least so you wont get a barrage of poking from me. And I myself, do not like poking or being constantly reminded. I will always update you when I can.
Likes and Dislikes - Kink List
These lists will probably be updated but feel free to ask me if I'm missing any and we can negotiate them. I don't have an F-List, sorry.
- Kissing
- Licking (Body worship)
- Oral sex
- Spanking
- Consensual dub-con
- Choking
- Hair Pulling
- Smoking (shot gunning)
- Foreplay
- Tattoos
- Realistic bodies
- Multiple positions
- Vaginal and Anal Sex
- Fingering
- Age Difference
- Race play
- Toilet Play
- Knife play
Plot Cravings
For this section I have two types of roleplays that I'm craving. Short term and Long term.
SHORT TERM - will definitely be updated over time
For short term roleplays I'm not expecting a lot of brainstorming just mostly jumping into a story that mostly located in one place for specific period of time. These are smut heavy but have some plot grounding it.
Snowed In - Ex's who find themselves stuck in the same luxury huts up in the the mountains for winter. They haven't seen each other in a long time (for reasons we can decide) and now can't leave till the path down to civilisation can be safely cleared. What can they get up to other than being angry and petty with each other? Maybe clear the air in a way they know how. I see this one as being more on the humours side mixed with some fun smut.
All Aboard - Two complete strangers with their own reasons for being on a cruise ship for the next two weeks. Practically instant attraction towards someone you have no idea about their life. But do you want to know their messy details? Are they on the run? Are they married? Or should they just enjoy days of uninhibited passion .
LONG TERM PARINGS- Will go into detail about the plots through PM but feel free to come with your own ideas! I love world building with writing partners. Highlighted ones I'm craving.
Depressed writer x Fan
Pirate x wench
Gladiator x Senators wife
Detective x suspect
Princess x Rebel
Cowboy x Widow
Politician x Reporter
Queen x rival King
Lady x Groundskeeper
Lady x Pirate
Barbarian x Commander
Aristocrat x Revolutionary
Writing Samples.
Just so you can get an idea of how I write for different plots and settings.
Spoiler:
The wife of the great Emperor Solarus. Consort of the greatest Empire that ever was. The benevolent mother of the people of Nathram. Such coveted titles that any woman would fight and kill to claim it. To be second to Solarus himself, the confidant he whispers his thoughts to at night and the grounding gentle presence he relies on in times of great strife and discord. Such is the prophetic and beautiful ideals and fantasies that would make the Emperors wife herself laugh. The sheer delusion of it all. No. To Khepri, the shadow of Nathram that falls and continues to cast its shadow over the world is the monster that is hidden within stories, parables and prophetic ramblings come to life. It ensnared her and her people into its hold long ago through the aide of her deceased father, King Menes of Samfa. A name that has been lost for time.
Solarus taking a wife at the time was shock to everyone in his homeland. However, her father wanting to spare his people from the ruthless strategist offered her up on a platter as symbol of them falling to heal. Samfa was great kingdom that thrived in the harshest heats and deserts. It had been carved in the unforgiving landscape by her ancestors who had developed thriving aqueducts from the far off rivers connected to the kingdom. Making the kingdom of Samfra a bountiful land of harvesting. Taking such a kingdom as old as this across the seas and also taking the kings daughter was an offer than not even Solarus could turn away from.
And now here Khepri was years later. Alone, taken away from her land and people that she wouldn't even be able to recognise now. Gone from any familial comfort, her family were wherever Solarus had scattered them about, her relationship with her father soured long ago and she hand only heard of his death through letters. Her husband...cold, sharp of mind and wit, and still a stranger to her whole heartedly. They had married with her acting as a prize on a mantle and so was the dynamic they had carved for themselves. They would speak when he needed her and they would lay together when he remembered her. Even now with this tournament she was a mere prize to show off whilst cutting down great fighters in the process. It's just that now she had to play her role more in the public eye of loving, beautiful wife from an exotic land than any man should risk his life for.
Though Solarus was cold he had enjoyment of showing off her beauty to allies and enemies. The forbidden fruit.
Her whole being screamed exotic to those who looked upon her. She was and olive skinned woman with notorious long curly hair that fell to her tail bone. In her culture, woman of high standing were to not cut their hair. Her heart shaped faced held her steely gold coloured eyes, her defined pointed noise and full lips. To keep up the image her husband allowed her to still keep and wear her traditional clothing and jewellery and continued to dress as such when permitted or heavily encouraged.
One such time was now. Her husband had built the baths and estates for the semi finalist fighters. It was in the grounds of the palace and she had been given permission to wander there. A boost to the men's morale if they were to see her. Khepri had strong doubts of her impact to these men. To her, they were just fighting to survive and she didn't enjoy the fact that it was in her name. Plus she would have to have them with her 24/7 once a victor had been shown. It was if Solarus just wanted extra eyes on her.
Walking around the estates she had been hesitating and choosing not to step into spaces the men were occupying. For one, they intimidated her from the ruthless fighting she had witnessed. Two, she could hear the moans of the concubines in some of them. She was ready to give up on this check in idea but found herself following he sign that led to the infamous Mink's quarters. He was the favourite from what she heard in court and was looked up appreciatively also by the women in court. He was as ruthless as the others but even she couldn't ignore the intrigue of seeing a crowd favourite. The guards instructed her that he was in the baths. When she asked what he was doing in there she wasn't expecting to see bored expressions flash on the guards faces that he was just enjoying the baths but not the concubines the emperor had provided. She didn't have the luxury of taking a breath when going inside with the guards outside the bathhouse so she walked in as poised as she could with one of the guards announcing her presence.
"Stand for the Empress Khepri"
She was surprised at the scene, that the guards were not playing tricks on her. He was just sitting there with the concubine sitting away from him. She couldn't help her eyes flickering across his body for second before turning her head away. He was naked after all. "Do not stand. Please" she ordered and cleared her throat. She'd rather not be presented with the mans entire naked body.
"I..." she looked at the concubine and waved at the door "wait outside" she instructed and looked up at the ceiling with a sigh waiting for her to leave. "I do not wish to disturb your rest tonight. I am here to...to wish you good luck. For tomorrow" She could blame the heat and steam of the room for her lapse in composure. "Is the woman my husband sent you not to your liking?"
Solarus taking a wife at the time was shock to everyone in his homeland. However, her father wanting to spare his people from the ruthless strategist offered her up on a platter as symbol of them falling to heal. Samfa was great kingdom that thrived in the harshest heats and deserts. It had been carved in the unforgiving landscape by her ancestors who had developed thriving aqueducts from the far off rivers connected to the kingdom. Making the kingdom of Samfra a bountiful land of harvesting. Taking such a kingdom as old as this across the seas and also taking the kings daughter was an offer than not even Solarus could turn away from.
And now here Khepri was years later. Alone, taken away from her land and people that she wouldn't even be able to recognise now. Gone from any familial comfort, her family were wherever Solarus had scattered them about, her relationship with her father soured long ago and she hand only heard of his death through letters. Her husband...cold, sharp of mind and wit, and still a stranger to her whole heartedly. They had married with her acting as a prize on a mantle and so was the dynamic they had carved for themselves. They would speak when he needed her and they would lay together when he remembered her. Even now with this tournament she was a mere prize to show off whilst cutting down great fighters in the process. It's just that now she had to play her role more in the public eye of loving, beautiful wife from an exotic land than any man should risk his life for.
Though Solarus was cold he had enjoyment of showing off her beauty to allies and enemies. The forbidden fruit.
Her whole being screamed exotic to those who looked upon her. She was and olive skinned woman with notorious long curly hair that fell to her tail bone. In her culture, woman of high standing were to not cut their hair. Her heart shaped faced held her steely gold coloured eyes, her defined pointed noise and full lips. To keep up the image her husband allowed her to still keep and wear her traditional clothing and jewellery and continued to dress as such when permitted or heavily encouraged.
One such time was now. Her husband had built the baths and estates for the semi finalist fighters. It was in the grounds of the palace and she had been given permission to wander there. A boost to the men's morale if they were to see her. Khepri had strong doubts of her impact to these men. To her, they were just fighting to survive and she didn't enjoy the fact that it was in her name. Plus she would have to have them with her 24/7 once a victor had been shown. It was if Solarus just wanted extra eyes on her.
Walking around the estates she had been hesitating and choosing not to step into spaces the men were occupying. For one, they intimidated her from the ruthless fighting she had witnessed. Two, she could hear the moans of the concubines in some of them. She was ready to give up on this check in idea but found herself following he sign that led to the infamous Mink's quarters. He was the favourite from what she heard in court and was looked up appreciatively also by the women in court. He was as ruthless as the others but even she couldn't ignore the intrigue of seeing a crowd favourite. The guards instructed her that he was in the baths. When she asked what he was doing in there she wasn't expecting to see bored expressions flash on the guards faces that he was just enjoying the baths but not the concubines the emperor had provided. She didn't have the luxury of taking a breath when going inside with the guards outside the bathhouse so she walked in as poised as she could with one of the guards announcing her presence.
"Stand for the Empress Khepri"
She was surprised at the scene, that the guards were not playing tricks on her. He was just sitting there with the concubine sitting away from him. She couldn't help her eyes flickering across his body for second before turning her head away. He was naked after all. "Do not stand. Please" she ordered and cleared her throat. She'd rather not be presented with the mans entire naked body.
"I..." she looked at the concubine and waved at the door "wait outside" she instructed and looked up at the ceiling with a sigh waiting for her to leave. "I do not wish to disturb your rest tonight. I am here to...to wish you good luck. For tomorrow" She could blame the heat and steam of the room for her lapse in composure. "Is the woman my husband sent you not to your liking?"
Sabja's eyes danced back and forth to the door above her, tensing and twitching from each groan the floorboards made from the movement above. Her eyes shinning in the dim light. Though it was futile, she couldn't help but send silent desperate prayers to the spirits that seemed to have abandoned her people in this hour. Desperately wanting the hunt from the beast above to be over, for this nightmare to end already, for her to leave this cursed grounds. For some sort reprieve to the carnage.
Unfortunately for Sabja, even those desperate pleas were ignored. To her horror she watched as the door proceeded to be smashed in. Freezing her in place as cold beads of sweat formed on her forehead and won her back. It was only till he came crashing down into the space that she forced herself to scurry backwards into the far corner of the room.
Dropping her hand from her mouth, she gripped her spear tightly, the weapon shaking slightly in her grip. The need to be quite was gone as soon as he forced himself inside, any chance of a surprise attack was gone. A myriad of emotions where overwhelming Sabja in this moment. Fear, anger, anguish. All heightened as she took in man before her. Not a man. But a brute, a beast. Who even now was enjoying his hunt for her, his prey.
The very look of him struck her, his paleness most of all. The very picture of an outsider. Tainted in the blood of her people. She desperately wanted to take his bait and charge at him with all the force she could muster, but she saw what was before her. She was in a small space, facing against a larger man. He certainly towered over her and had the strength to back it too, if the door had any say so.
Baring her teeth in anger, Sabja slowly stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself to the man with the tip of her spear pointed directly at him. Her eyes were wide, staring at him wildly like a feral creature, ready to strike from any movement. Her shaky breaths echoing throughout the room and her heart hammering against her chest.
Twisting the spear in her hold, she raised it high and practically snarled at him. Even as more tears escaped the corner of her eyes. The very image of a woman ready to take her last stand. "If I am to die here...I will cut you down before I fall, beast" she hissed. Her voice hoarse and low but still laced with a harsh venom that held the conviction of her words. If she was to die here, she would fight with all the strength she had in her to bring him down with her. As crazed as that sounded.
Unfortunately for Sabja, even those desperate pleas were ignored. To her horror she watched as the door proceeded to be smashed in. Freezing her in place as cold beads of sweat formed on her forehead and won her back. It was only till he came crashing down into the space that she forced herself to scurry backwards into the far corner of the room.
Dropping her hand from her mouth, she gripped her spear tightly, the weapon shaking slightly in her grip. The need to be quite was gone as soon as he forced himself inside, any chance of a surprise attack was gone. A myriad of emotions where overwhelming Sabja in this moment. Fear, anger, anguish. All heightened as she took in man before her. Not a man. But a brute, a beast. Who even now was enjoying his hunt for her, his prey.
The very look of him struck her, his paleness most of all. The very picture of an outsider. Tainted in the blood of her people. She desperately wanted to take his bait and charge at him with all the force she could muster, but she saw what was before her. She was in a small space, facing against a larger man. He certainly towered over her and had the strength to back it too, if the door had any say so.
Baring her teeth in anger, Sabja slowly stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself to the man with the tip of her spear pointed directly at him. Her eyes were wide, staring at him wildly like a feral creature, ready to strike from any movement. Her shaky breaths echoing throughout the room and her heart hammering against her chest.
Twisting the spear in her hold, she raised it high and practically snarled at him. Even as more tears escaped the corner of her eyes. The very image of a woman ready to take her last stand. "If I am to die here...I will cut you down before I fall, beast" she hissed. Her voice hoarse and low but still laced with a harsh venom that held the conviction of her words. If she was to die here, she would fight with all the strength she had in her to bring him down with her. As crazed as that sounded.
Mia's breath hitched as soon as Theodore's hands framed her face, carefully cradling her head. Her eyes flickered back and forth as she gazed up t him, never breaking his gaze. Just like in the changing room, it was like everything around her was drowned out by Theodore. This intensity between them making her weak at the knees. She exhaled softly through her slightly parted lips, watching his face come closer. The pit of her stomach getting that same sweeping feeling, thinking he was about to kiss her again.
She knew she had just set up this boundary between them that she had already managed to blur. It was confusing, even to her. The rational side of her, urged her to pull away and saw goodbye, to not further add to the breakdown of her relationship. It sounded so simple, in theory.
But it felt difficult to do so. More so with Theodore stopping himself. Muddying this line, but still leaving the ball in her court. He had made it known that was already all in. It was her that felt the need to keep this space between them. She still had a complicated life to face afterwards. To face the music with her boyfriend, for them to talk about the plateau they were in, in their relationship.
But all her mind could focus on was Theodore. His gaze, his lips, his smell. His overall being was alluring. Her face felt warm as she felt that same slick heat between her legs. Now feeling more exposed in her skirt.
Soon enough...Mia was leaning in more. Tilting her head slightly as her lips lightly pressed against his. A chaste, mimic of kiss. "Theo..." she breathed against his lips, her breath mingling with his. Her grip tightened on his shirt, scrunching the material in her hands. Her own struggling resolve coming through in her body language.
Mia's eyes fluttered close, tickling his cheeks, as she leaned in to fully press her lips against his. Meeting his in a gentle but longing filled kiss. She knew she was breaking her own rules, but even now she was fighting to not kiss him with the same intensity and nerves that were bubbling inside her. She was partly thankful that they were in public, meaning she had to control herself, but even that was in the back of her mind.
She hummed gently against his lips, taking the lead to kiss him gently, timidly even, though her lips never left his. It was still consuming as she practically breathed him in with each kiss. Her hands moving up his back and gripped his shirt like it was her lifeline in this moment.
Her kisses were as contradicting as her words.
She knew she had just set up this boundary between them that she had already managed to blur. It was confusing, even to her. The rational side of her, urged her to pull away and saw goodbye, to not further add to the breakdown of her relationship. It sounded so simple, in theory.
But it felt difficult to do so. More so with Theodore stopping himself. Muddying this line, but still leaving the ball in her court. He had made it known that was already all in. It was her that felt the need to keep this space between them. She still had a complicated life to face afterwards. To face the music with her boyfriend, for them to talk about the plateau they were in, in their relationship.
But all her mind could focus on was Theodore. His gaze, his lips, his smell. His overall being was alluring. Her face felt warm as she felt that same slick heat between her legs. Now feeling more exposed in her skirt.
Soon enough...Mia was leaning in more. Tilting her head slightly as her lips lightly pressed against his. A chaste, mimic of kiss. "Theo..." she breathed against his lips, her breath mingling with his. Her grip tightened on his shirt, scrunching the material in her hands. Her own struggling resolve coming through in her body language.
Mia's eyes fluttered close, tickling his cheeks, as she leaned in to fully press her lips against his. Meeting his in a gentle but longing filled kiss. She knew she was breaking her own rules, but even now she was fighting to not kiss him with the same intensity and nerves that were bubbling inside her. She was partly thankful that they were in public, meaning she had to control herself, but even that was in the back of her mind.
She hummed gently against his lips, taking the lead to kiss him gently, timidly even, though her lips never left his. It was still consuming as she practically breathed him in with each kiss. Her hands moving up his back and gripped his shirt like it was her lifeline in this moment.
Her kisses were as contradicting as her words.
Only in the blistering heat of the summer could you be thankful for the reprieve of nightfall. It was a cool sedative from the heat that threatened to bring you to the ground if you stayed in it too long. The night felt like a different season entirely, the cold winds and bracing breezes would have you believing it was fall. For Eleanor Holloway, she often imagined herself to be in an entirely different place. Forget the season. At the ripe-marrying age of 18 she married the owner of this vast property, Elias Holloway. An older, wealthy, cotton planter. A certainly auspicious marriage, in her families eyes, that promised the opportunity of something more for Eleanor. A life without worry, in luxury. Yet now, years later, at 25. She was bored, and damn near done with this place. Looking and wanting for more.
Her husband, often gone away on business, left her to her own devices. Leaving her to be mistress of the house in his absence. She often bided her time reading, sewing, sometimes even having company when she could. But that soon lost it's excitement, as well as the afterglow of being a new bride. So, soon enough, she started to venture from the house and start taking walks around the property. To see all of what was now under her name.
That's when she saw them. Him in particular. The field hands, out in the heat and working at the fields. Eleanor was used to the house slaves, they were quiet and usually made themselves scarce. But they were vastly different from their outdoor counterparts. They were darker for one, much darker. And strong looking. Very strong. Even under the shade of her umbrella as she was guided through the fields by one of the overseers, her eyes couldn't help but linger on them. Watching their back muscles twitch with each movement, their biceps flex as sweat rolled down their rough bodies.
And one in particular stuck out for her. A big one. She had learned that his name was Nathaniel. Specifically, she had noticed the look he gave her as she passed him by. It was a short look, could easily be thought of as a false though due to the rippling heat. But she saw it. And little did Nathaniel know. He had started an itch she hadn't felt in a long time. Just what the doctor ordered.
And she built up that itch overtime. Slowly. At first, it was just with the continued walks she would have here and there. Sometimes walking past him, other times ignoring him, but still looking his way each time. Then that moved to addressing him, ordering for him to keep his eyes down and focused on his work. Having to fight the smile that itched to creep it's way onto her face when she noticed his brows would pinch in response, or his hands would pause and twitch before continuing to work his hands.
Then she moved to seeing him in different parts of the land, less exposed areas. Where she could have more fun with this itch. The greenhouse had come to be her favourite spot. Having him come tend to her plants, warning him to not even think about damaging her prized roses. Providing maintenance, cleaning, even building new beds that she had no use for. All the while eyeing him, never taking her eyes off him. Enjoying the way he twitched anytime she came close to him, snapped at him, or even laughed. It was a delight.
Tonight was no exception. It was a night for a new step. Calling for him to come to the greenhouse after the days work. She could already imagine him. The toil of the day reeking from him, like an animal. A tamed animal at that.
Currently, she was still in the greenhouse, admiring the new bed of magnolias she had brought in, still in her days attire. Candle lights softly illuminating the space, only adding to the cold beauty of the night. She wore a white linen dress that helped ease the heat of the day. A v-cut along the bust of it, that gave a view of her smooth, unworked, sun-kissed skin. Her sun hat discarded with her blonde locks flowing freely down her body.
Eleanor was a classic southern beauty. A proud fact her mother boasted of. A curved body, accentuated by her full bosom and small waist. A heart shaped face that held pouty, plump lips and striking blue eyes. A picture perfect southern belle. Waiting in the dark, for a field slave no less.
Her husband, often gone away on business, left her to her own devices. Leaving her to be mistress of the house in his absence. She often bided her time reading, sewing, sometimes even having company when she could. But that soon lost it's excitement, as well as the afterglow of being a new bride. So, soon enough, she started to venture from the house and start taking walks around the property. To see all of what was now under her name.
That's when she saw them. Him in particular. The field hands, out in the heat and working at the fields. Eleanor was used to the house slaves, they were quiet and usually made themselves scarce. But they were vastly different from their outdoor counterparts. They were darker for one, much darker. And strong looking. Very strong. Even under the shade of her umbrella as she was guided through the fields by one of the overseers, her eyes couldn't help but linger on them. Watching their back muscles twitch with each movement, their biceps flex as sweat rolled down their rough bodies.
And one in particular stuck out for her. A big one. She had learned that his name was Nathaniel. Specifically, she had noticed the look he gave her as she passed him by. It was a short look, could easily be thought of as a false though due to the rippling heat. But she saw it. And little did Nathaniel know. He had started an itch she hadn't felt in a long time. Just what the doctor ordered.
And she built up that itch overtime. Slowly. At first, it was just with the continued walks she would have here and there. Sometimes walking past him, other times ignoring him, but still looking his way each time. Then that moved to addressing him, ordering for him to keep his eyes down and focused on his work. Having to fight the smile that itched to creep it's way onto her face when she noticed his brows would pinch in response, or his hands would pause and twitch before continuing to work his hands.
Then she moved to seeing him in different parts of the land, less exposed areas. Where she could have more fun with this itch. The greenhouse had come to be her favourite spot. Having him come tend to her plants, warning him to not even think about damaging her prized roses. Providing maintenance, cleaning, even building new beds that she had no use for. All the while eyeing him, never taking her eyes off him. Enjoying the way he twitched anytime she came close to him, snapped at him, or even laughed. It was a delight.
Tonight was no exception. It was a night for a new step. Calling for him to come to the greenhouse after the days work. She could already imagine him. The toil of the day reeking from him, like an animal. A tamed animal at that.
Currently, she was still in the greenhouse, admiring the new bed of magnolias she had brought in, still in her days attire. Candle lights softly illuminating the space, only adding to the cold beauty of the night. She wore a white linen dress that helped ease the heat of the day. A v-cut along the bust of it, that gave a view of her smooth, unworked, sun-kissed skin. Her sun hat discarded with her blonde locks flowing freely down her body.
Eleanor was a classic southern beauty. A proud fact her mother boasted of. A curved body, accentuated by her full bosom and small waist. A heart shaped face that held pouty, plump lips and striking blue eyes. A picture perfect southern belle. Waiting in the dark, for a field slave no less.
Feel free to reach out
-Vyx
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