Ali Hadrix
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Apr 23, 2014 15:43:17 GMT -8
Ali arched a single, dark haired brow as Crystaall spoke, a smirk touching her rouged lips. She brought her hands up to the other woman's breasts, feeling them rest against her palms, they were full and warm. Ali pressed forward with her fingertips just above Crystaall's chest and pushed her lover back to fall gently onto the cushions of the couch. She stepped back, widening her stance and looking down on the woman she sought to pleasure. "Of course I know how to lead...it's what I do for a living." Ali quipped, her voice a whisper as she shrugged the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders. The fabric caressed her skin as it slid down from her body, the touch of cloth tickling her nipples as it fell over her breasts. As she stood over Crystaall she touched herself, running her fingertips over her own shoulders and arms, neck, breasts and stomach. Ali smiled warmly in the dark, climbing over Crystaall until she sat straddled over the other woman's hips. Crystaall's thighs were hot against her own where they pressed together, her hands reaching for the hem of her lover's dress and pulling it up over her arms and head before tossing it to the floor where her own lay on the cool stone. Ali cupped Crystaall's face and brought their lips to touch, her movements slow and gentle, giving Crystaall every chance to stop her.
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Apr 27, 2014 11:47:55 GMT -8
*As Crystaall gently fell onto the couch, a breath escaped her lips. She watched, almost as if time had slowed, as Ali began to undress herself in front of the Jensaarai. She was quickly aroused as Ali began to touch herself. Heat began to rise even further than before when Ali then sat over her own hips. Her dress was carefully pulled off and disposed of next to the couch. Ali had then leaned in to bring their lips together, with Crystaall not giving any rejection. It was slow and comfortable, but it wasn't definitely something she had never experienced in her whole life. Focused on battle, survival and the hopes of fulfilling a Legacy she could never understand in its true form; Crystaall had never experienced her own pleasures or wants. Yet here she was. She allowed herself to give in and just let things happen as one of her metallic hands slowly caressed the Ali's right side with ease.*
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Ali Hadrix
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Apr 27, 2014 22:29:17 GMT -8
For most women, the touch of a prosthetic hand on their naked skin would seem cold, alien, uncomfortable. But Ali felt nothing but warmth and care testing the soft skin of her sides and hips, for these were hands she wanted touching her, a touch she was already in love with. She wanted the woman's fingers on her hips and thighs and breasts, all over her and inside her. Crystaall's was a touch that would never lose its precision, nor its warmth. The sigh that escaped her lips was ragged and soft, contrasted by the sharpness of the shiver that ran up her spine as Crystaall touched her naked form. Ali lost herself in that moment. Her lips found Crystaall's brow and neck, her shoulder and breast. The experience was like none she had ever had, with any man or woman before. It was gentle, sensuous, kind, and Ali did her best to treat the other woman's body the same in return. She kept her kisses light, her caresses smooth. She treated Crystaall like a maiden, new to the pleasures of another human being, never gripping her too strongly nor kissing her too fervently. Eventually, Ali found herself laying betwixt her lover's thighs, her lips traveling across the soft skin they found blindly in the dark. Ali had never tasted skin so sweet, and as she pleasured her lover with her lips, Ali made every effort to show Crystaall just how much she wanted to love her, and be loved in return.
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 19, 2014 12:40:59 GMT -8
*Crystaall did her best to keep herself from blushing. Her experience in this was that of none, so every little thing Ali did, Crystaall tried to replicate. This experience did feel great to her, and she also felt something else, but she couldn't put a finger on it. Either way, her fingers were occupied caressing Ali's body, from her breasts to her thighs. Ali's lips against her skin, made Crystaall's face almost bright red, even in the darkness. Her soft lips against her sensitive skin were amazing, having only felt harsh metal and cloth against it. Never having anyone's body touch her own, forcing herself to be that of a battle-hardened maiden, had perhaps limited her emotions. Now that she could finally feel another's love for her,, she would give everything she had.*
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Ali Hadrix
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Jun 4, 2014 15:14:54 GMT -8
Ali looked up from between Crystaall's thighs and caught the rogue tinge of her blushing cheeks in the dim moonlight that cut into the chamber. Her lips curled into a smile, as pleased with herself as her lover was. Ali caught Crystaall's subtle replication of her own actions, as if the other woman were learning from her. It pleased Ali to know Crystaall was making such an effort, always striving to be the best. Ali admired Crystaall for her devotion, when she committed, she did so without reservation and always excelled. Ali had seen it in her tactical efficacy, the way she dominated an enemy on the battlefield. Ali felt safe sitting in Crystaall's shadow, from her she could learn to be a better soldier, just as Crystaall was learning to be a better lover. Ali returned her lips to Crystaall's body, increasing the fervor of her actions. She felt velvet, tasted sugar, heard pleasure and smelled flowers. Crystaall's body had become a garden of everything in life that Ali enjoyed. Soon, Ali's hands slid from her lover's breasts, along her soft skin, and found Crystaall's own. Their fingers interlaced as Ali brought Crystaall's body to the summit of a woman's pleasure. Their hands separated and Ali swiftly joined her, her fingers clasping fistfuls of her lover's hair between her legs. She fell asleep in Crystaall's arms, feeling their strength and warmth wrapped around her small, naked frame. Her cheek rested against Crystaall's bare stomach, and now and again she would awaken to pleasure the other woman, her lips never too far from where they belonged. It was a single night that would soon become many, and years later, when Ali looked back on her life, she would remember every detail with a secretive smile that only she would understand.
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