amun
Amun was relieved to hear that woman held no ill will towards him for his actions in the forest. However, he knew exactly what she meant when she said that she was not the one the potter would have to answer to. ”I’ll deal with Wessex when I see her. As for you, Blue, I’m glad your back made it through without me to watch it. After all, it’s such a nice back and it would be a shame if something happened to it.” He leaned over to give her ass an approving look. Maybe that was too far, under the circumstances, but Amun couldn’t stay serious for too long, and the playfulness was second nature to him. Just because he wasn’t attracted to women didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate their beauty.
On the subject of attraction and beauty, the potter perked up at the last arrival. Whoever it was, they were pretty, plain and simple. Amun watched with eager eyes as the last member of their party threw an arm over Bastien and offered to be a plaything. The potter grinned at the sight and found his feet carrying him closer to the stranger as Bastien explained what they were doing there (though if pressed, the potter would’ve commented that art was not his preferred way to find some relief). Seemed simple enough to Amun
Blue and the stranger picked their colors after Bastien, and the potter mulled over what was remaining. Of course, there’d never really been a choice; he plucked up the can of silver paint, then meandered over to the stranger. Setting it down, Amun didn’t bother with a brush, simply dipped his hand in and lifted dripping fingers to the wall. As he traced a circle—Bastien would quickly discover that the potter didn’t really listen to orders or instructions—Amun dropped his voice to a flirty whisper. ”Hey Gorgeous. I heard you were looking for playthings.” Again, art wasn’t his preferred form of relief. But maybe the potter could get some relief through this art anyway.
Amun picks silver!
On the subject of attraction and beauty, the potter perked up at the last arrival. Whoever it was, they were pretty, plain and simple. Amun watched with eager eyes as the last member of their party threw an arm over Bastien and offered to be a plaything. The potter grinned at the sight and found his feet carrying him closer to the stranger as Bastien explained what they were doing there (though if pressed, the potter would’ve commented that art was not his preferred way to find some relief). Seemed simple enough to Amun
Blue and the stranger picked their colors after Bastien, and the potter mulled over what was remaining. Of course, there’d never really been a choice; he plucked up the can of silver paint, then meandered over to the stranger. Setting it down, Amun didn’t bother with a brush, simply dipped his hand in and lifted dripping fingers to the wall. As he traced a circle—Bastien would quickly discover that the potter didn’t really listen to orders or instructions—Amun dropped his voice to a flirty whisper. ”Hey Gorgeous. I heard you were looking for playthings.” Again, art wasn’t his preferred form of relief. But maybe the potter could get some relief through this art anyway.
Amun picks silver!
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
