we show off our different scarlet letters
It's funny how character traits can be decided just like that. For instance, prior to this moment Flora probably couldn't have said whether she was the type to want to be man-handled or if she wanted to be in control. (She'd probably have leaned towards the latter, actually). However as Jack's knowledgable hands guided her body against hers, Flora felt something inside of herself unfurling and growing more bold knowing that not everything was up to her, and against these new parameters, she felt suddenly more confident.
Moaning softly against his lips and trying to sort through the dizzying amount of sensations she felt all at once, Flora tried to scrape her fingertips through his hair and against his skull the way she's read about in books and seenin movies on the beach. It all felt exactly as she'd wanted, at least until he nudged her onto the couch.
Her fingertips clutched up Jacks' shoulders having expected his body to blanket hers, but as he remained on the floor between her thighs, Flora felt the fuzzy lavender haze of arousal in her belly suddenly flinch and grow still with panic.
Wait, was he..?
What if she tasted like..gods, like pee?
What if she somehow looked wrong down there?
And he'd been with so many women, so he'd know, and, and --
"--uhm!" Clearly her throat and finding her voice far more breathy than she expected it to sound, Flora pushed back a strand of hair. "I have whiskey in the kitchen. And glasses cooling, if..if you..want..ed."
Moaning softly against his lips and trying to sort through the dizzying amount of sensations she felt all at once, Flora tried to scrape her fingertips through his hair and against his skull the way she's read about in books and seen
Her fingertips clutched up Jacks' shoulders having expected his body to blanket hers, but as he remained on the floor between her thighs, Flora felt the fuzzy lavender haze of arousal in her belly suddenly flinch and grow still with panic.
Wait, was he..?
What if she tasted like..gods, like pee?
What if she somehow looked wrong down there?
And he'd been with so many women, so he'd know, and, and --
"--uhm!" Clearly her throat and finding her voice far more breathy than she expected it to sound, Flora pushed back a strand of hair. "I have whiskey in the kitchen. And glasses cooling, if..if you..want..ed."
