Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Shifting just enough that she doesn't hinder the way Ever's hands glide up her thighs to remove her underwear (and yes, stockings, it's Deepfrost), Isla raises her eyebrows back at him. "In my experience, fantasy is a poor substitute for reality when it's all you've been thinking about," she fires back, lifting her bare feet from the ground so he might not have to struggle.
But as it happens, she isn't the only one who has been doing some fantasising, and it's with flushed cheeks and softly parted lips that Isla listens to the aviator, able to imagine all too easily the interor of The Hanged Man, his hands swarming her body, one perhaps pressed over her mouth to stifle her cries from alerting the other patrons. She almost doesn't hear the second scenario, her mind's eye evidently not done with this one, and for a moment Isla recalls the other things Ever has said, and if the sudden image of him fucking another man isn't also a turn on, she doesn't know what is.
Her thighs open once more to welcome him between them, head tipping back to catch sight of their reflections on the ceiling, and it's with a sharp intake of breath that the Remedy finds herself smiling. "You certainly have been learning a lot," she whispers. Everest, of course, will find her wet and waiting, and that was the case long before they got to the chaise lounge.
But as it happens, she isn't the only one who has been doing some fantasising, and it's with flushed cheeks and softly parted lips that Isla listens to the aviator, able to imagine all too easily the interor of The Hanged Man, his hands swarming her body, one perhaps pressed over her mouth to stifle her cries from alerting the other patrons. She almost doesn't hear the second scenario, her mind's eye evidently not done with this one, and for a moment Isla recalls the other things Ever has said, and if the sudden image of him fucking another man isn't also a turn on, she doesn't know what is.
Her thighs open once more to welcome him between them, head tipping back to catch sight of their reflections on the ceiling, and it's with a sharp intake of breath that the Remedy finds herself smiling. "You certainly have been learning a lot," she whispers. Everest, of course, will find her wet and waiting, and that was the case long before they got to the chaise lounge.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
