[ and yet he's skipped right passed anal on to cigarette burns - which, if you'll notice, is not marked with a check on her kinklist. very presumptuous of you!
the metaphors get lost somewhere. the point still being - Nero wants her partners satisfied, pleased. willing to come back again when she wants their company another night. they'll meet on her terms, yes, and she has the boundaries enforced with the sword of Mars - but the goal is a willing participant. worship given freely is always more meaningful than when its taken by force.
but that doesn't mean she's willing to have her ass burned just because his weird forest hobo tastes are deviant. or that she's going to just accept him hitting her with her own pillows! traitors! she's on a bed of traitors! Nero grabs whatever she could and squishes it right in his stupid cigarette face. it goes nyaaaaaaa. ]
You burned me! On my butt! My beautiful, regal, royal butt! [ she's still on top of him too. and it gives the perfect advantage for him to see bouncy boobs and a scowling face in between being hit. with. a. fluffy. cat. ] And I thought you were a gentleman! Hmf!
[ SMACK.
and then she's rolled off him, making her trajectory across the room known with loud stomping feet. she had been wearing heeled slippers too so her annoyance echoes extra loud. first - a trip to the mirror, lifting up and then throwing off the robe completely. her poor ass. she should demand he kiss it and make it better - no wait. she's mad right now. think unsexy thoughts, Nero. but when she's determined that it's not, in fact, the fall of the empire of her beauty, she grabs the bottle of wine she had VERY CONSIDERATELY set out and then forgotten about. poured two glasses. and proceeded to carry them both back over to the bed.
limitless generosity? heavens no.
she dumps the second one on top of his head in revenge while sipping the first. hm yes. she feels much better now. ]
no subject
the metaphors get lost somewhere. the point still being - Nero wants her partners satisfied, pleased. willing to come back again when she wants their company another night. they'll meet on her terms, yes, and she has the boundaries enforced with the sword of Mars - but the goal is a willing participant. worship given freely is always more meaningful than when its taken by force.
but that doesn't mean she's willing to have her ass burned just because his weird forest hobo tastes are deviant. or that she's going to just accept him hitting her with her own pillows! traitors! she's on a bed of traitors! Nero grabs whatever she could and squishes it right in his stupid cigarette face. it goes nyaaaaaaa. ]
You burned me! On my butt! My beautiful, regal, royal butt! [ she's still on top of him too. and it gives the perfect advantage for him to see bouncy boobs and a scowling face in between being hit. with. a. fluffy. cat. ] And I thought you were a gentleman! Hmf!
[ SMACK.
and then she's rolled off him, making her trajectory across the room known with loud stomping feet. she had been wearing heeled slippers too so her annoyance echoes extra loud. first - a trip to the mirror, lifting up and then throwing off the robe completely. her poor ass. she should demand he kiss it and make it better - no wait. she's mad right now. think unsexy thoughts, Nero. but when she's determined that it's not, in fact, the fall of the empire of her beauty, she grabs the bottle of wine she had VERY CONSIDERATELY set out and then forgotten about. poured two glasses. and proceeded to carry them both back over to the bed.
limitless generosity? heavens no.
she dumps the second one on top of his head in revenge while sipping the first. hm yes. she feels much better now. ]