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My ears ring like bat-signal whenever i hear anyone's doing up a new place, so please enlighten me with the process ! it's entirely the type of stuff i "nerd" out about, per say, are you in the early stages or just about finished ? I'm also into this passion, i can't say i've seen a lot of his films besides, maybe top gun ? which, incredibly iconic, so i get it. And please, all recommendations welcome to anyone's i've gotta put a top my watch list ! I will say, the last time i fell down a rabit hole for an actor like this was probably with paul newman, what a guy.

as i put together our new home alone i have learned that i am possibly in love with Val Kilmer. sorry Karls but you have some competition right now. i got his memoir on audio book and man oh man what an amazing guy he was. did i also rent most of his movies to watch? yes i did. i can't be the only person that randomly falls in love with random actor/artist and needs to consume all their work. please tell me i'm not alone here. @hfrpstarters

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I'm so serious - you'd bring synchronised swimming into trend again...as if it ever was, and that, for me is just a major plus, babe. We'll even mix it into the photoshoot idea, those outfit's are to die for, honestly, so we might as well go big.

that offer is very tempting so i just might come your way soon. i love the idea of something more different and out there for a photoshoot. as long as you tried and playing cheerleader is a nice role. we all need that support system every now and then. it's a bit of both — just depends on the day usually. i think i could be persuaded, so maybe sometime you just might. yes — swim hats can be so cute !

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"Babe, boring?" Jenna scoffed softly, the corner of her mouth tugging up in a grin. "They either got lost... or got scared." Her head shook at the sheer thought of this woman and the word boring ever being said in the same breath -- blonde, impossibly sexy... a tall glass of water, and she was, undeniably, thirsty. She let her gaze linger, playful but pointed. "Something tells me you're not nearly as innocent as you look." Jenna merely smirked, choosing to lean into the brighter side of the moment, the side she’d wished for the second she slid off her stool and crossed the room. And well, with Jenna's interesting character development, her expression had shifted into something unmistakably feral. Under the moody bar lighting, she looked less like a woman making conversation and more like a hunter clocking her prey… except this prey ? She wanted to be caught.

“Bored ? God, no. Exhausted ?” She laughed softly, the sound muffled slightly behind the rim of her glass as she raised it to her lips. “Well, that’s a different story.” Her gaze didn’t waver, sharp with amusement as she slowly leaned back into the bar, elbows resting comfortably, confidence oozing from every angle. “You ask a lotta questions, you know that...” she added, one brow arching in mock suspicion, right as her hand dropped gently, deliberately, landing just above Cate’s knee. Fingers resting, but full of intent. "I’ve slept with an Oscar winner. Once… maybe twice." Jenna’s voice dropped, soft and molten as it curled just beside Cate’s ear, teasing like a secret shared under covers. "You’ll find one here often, funnily enough." She pulled back slightly, letting the heat between them cool just enough to let the moment stretch. Then, with a subtle tilt of her chin toward the blonde, she added "on you ? oh babe , sure" Jenna grinned, and for a beat, just two women in their own carefully constructed, deliciously dangerous bubble. As the next round of drinks arrived, Jenna’s hand was already back resting comfortably just above Cate’s knee. It started slow. Lazy, almost. Small circles drawn with casual precision as she listened, nodding intently to Cate’s hums. But then her fingers began to drift. Gradually. Deliberately. Higher under the dress she had on. Not by much, but enough to toe the line of inappropriate. At least, for a public bar. “So… that position ?” Jenna purred, her tone dripping with silk and suggestion. “I’m conducting interviews in the ladies’ room, if you’d care to show me your best assets…” She paused deliberately“Miss....?” she added, almost innocently, though her eyes were anything but. Dark, deliberate, and locked on Cate’s with unwavering intensity. “Apologies. I never even got your name.” And all the while, her fingers wandered farther, inching right to the edge of her underwear

There was something undeniably alluring about the night, the thrill of the unknown. This was a whole new experience, and Cate was ready to live it fully, to savor every second while it lasted. Jenna knew exactly what she was doing, and Cate had no intention of disappointing her, not when this was precisely what she had been craving. The blonde licked her lips, then gently pressed her middle finger to her bottom lip, her gaze never leaving the other woman’s dark, intense eyes. She could feel the magnetic, mysterious tension between them and played along without hesitation.

“Just someone I met… somewhere” she said, her tone casual but suggestive. “I guess I came off a little boring last time... or maybe they just got lost. This place is hidden, after all. Took me a while to find it… maybe the same happened to them” She paused, eyes slowly traveling down Jenna’s body before locking eyes again. “But now… I hope they don’t show up. Not now that I’ve found someone truly interesting. Someone who knows exactly what I need—someone who can take my mind off everything and everyone I know” She raised an eyebrow and smiled, glancing down at her glass before taking a long sip, nearly finishing it. After a quick clearing of her throat, she set the glass down. Cate’s eyes widened when Jenna revealed her nightly habits. “An affair? Every night?” she murmured, intrigued. “That’s… interesting. I mean, you must never get bored, do you?” she asked, fingers playing with the chain that rested against her cleavage. “And… did you find that person tonight? Or are you still waiting for a better prospect?” She stood up slowly from the stool, now standing close to the taller woman. “Because I’ve got time… if the position’s still open” she added with a playful grin, then finished the last drops of her drink. “Want another?” she asked, voice softer now, more intimate. “It’s on me this time. I’d love to hear more about those secrets you’re keeping… and I’m very curious about what your nights here are really like” She leaned in slightly, whispering the last line with unmistakable seduction.

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Jenna watched every little shift , the way the blonde’s fingers moved across the bar, easy, practiced. She wasn’t just looking; she was reading. Like she was trying to figure out who this woman really was -- how far she’d wandered from being Cate, or if that name even mattered tonight.Her brow arched slightly at the woman’s drink of choice, unexpected, noted for later. “Babe, you can be whoever you want to be,” Jenna said, hands up in a soft surrender, no judgment in her voice. She lifted her own glass, gave it a slow, deliberate swirl, the spark in their eyes wasn’t loud or obvious, it was quieter than that, more dangerous. Like two people speaking a shared exotic language. Jenna’s eyes widened slightly behind the rim of her glass, not with shock, but something more like intrigue. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, watching the blonde with a flicker of amusement. “You’re telling me someone out there deliberately stood you up ? could even forget” she said, the words soft but edged with disbelief and almost disgust. "well... that’s no good.” Her voice held a hum like a smooth liquor, almost like it vibrated just beneath the surface "who's the dumbass ? " As she shifted, her leg brushed the edge of the blonde’s stool. Jenna took on the little details she was being handed, curated the story that planted a gentle smirk over her own lips

“I’m only telling you this because I get the sense…” Jenna leaned in toward the bar, just enough to draw closer to Cate, her voice dropping to a whisper “…you need something to take your mind off whatever really brought you out here tonight.” She let the words settle before continuing, her tone almost confessional, but calm, unashamed. “I’ve been having an affair. Every night. I come here… I find someone I like,” she paused, her eyes flicking down, tongue briefly catching her lower lip, “…and I have my way with them.” Her shoulders dropped as she leaned back from the bar, the moment folding back into itself like smoke. “We all have our secrets, even the bartender ” she murmured with a wink, raising her glass to her lips. “…and I can tell. I would’ve remembered your face.”

Cate thought about breaking character. She wondered if this had been part of Jenna’s plan all along, and the look in Jenna’s eyes confirmed it. Her naughty smile had turned into a seductive smirk; she glanced down and then back up, as if she had flipped a switch. Fully committed now to going with the flow and enjoying this little game. She wanted to escape, to leave the routine behind, and Jenna knew exactly how to make that happen. "I wanted something different… My choice? A Sazerac, just for a change" Cate said, her voice low and calm, patiently awaiting the other woman’s response. "Old-Fashioned. I might try with one of these later but definitely I am in need of something strong enough to get a little numb... just for a change" she repeated with a soft smile and made a pause “I am might be some kind of alcoholic but I will start revealing my secrets after the third drink perhaps” she clarified with an amused smirk “Tonight it feels different already which is... nice" she whispered, motioning for Jenna to sit in the stool beside her.

Their drinks were served. Cate’s fingers grazed her glass in a subtle, almost deliberate way. While Jenna spoke, Cate looked around, as if she had lost something and was trying to find it somewhere in that big room. Defeated, she returned her gaze to the other woman. "It’s a shame, and a little embarrassing… It seems I got stood up again" she sighed, brushing her blonde locks back with her left hand, her eyes never leaving Jenna’s. “I would prefer to know you’re alone here because I need someone to hang out now” she pouted. “It’s my night off, I decided to drive a little further away from home hoping to see someone here, I guess they forgot it” she shrugged “Time to time I need to breathe… a different air” cate was an expert in creating scenarios and stories behind characters and this was not the exception. "and you? do you come to this place often? because this is my first time"

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It’s a pretty solid grounding move, just breathing in that beach air and reminding yourself, hey, here you are. I get it. Though, honestly, I’m curious, does surfing play a big part in that ? Because the idea of getting splashed by a wave, let alone standing on a board, is totally off my radar. I doubt I’d manage falling with any kind of grace. And it's a pleasure cody, I'm Jenna and Just doing some leisure traveling with my partner, so really, the change of scenery alone is enough to feel like a win, anything to get me away from never ending emails .

So, I woke up this morning and went for a run as I always do. I made it to the beach and saw some people doing some surfing. So, it just reminding me just how lucky I am to have the career as well as the lifestyle I get to have. Yes, I may have earned it but it's something I'm very grateful for it. Anyways, I'm Cody. How's your day going? @hfrpstarters

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It was only a little humbling when you had to rewind the tape, several times. Kept a little more magic to night's like those, though, so i thank you for your iconic musical contributes ! did you ever imagine you'd have such a generational pull with your music ? i ask, as a creative myself... cause when i still see the thing's i've designed on people, maybe nearly twenty years prior, it's still such an oddly unreal moment -- oh, i'm very much with you on that one. i'll trust a gut feeling before anything else. at this rate, if ghost's were real, i would've already gotten them to help me clean my closet.

Pleasure to meet you, Jenna. Cassettes, yes - absolute magic. There's just something the tape breathing under your fingers during a particularly angsty night... I get it. And ghosts? Hmm. Let's just say I'm open to the idea. Whether it's actual spirits or just memories that hang around in odd corners of the room, both tend to show up uninvited. Never been much for ghost-hunting shows (too much shouting, too little hunting of ghosts), but I've definitely walked into places that felt full. You know? Air too thick. Clock ticking wrong. That sort of thing. So yes. Ghosts. In the broadest sense. And probably in my kettle as we type. -T.

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There was already an allure, a mystery… You tell the actor not to act —- but that’s exactly what pretending is. And god, she’s good. “Strong ? What’s the occasion ?” Jenna's tone was low, her body angling slightly as her hip brushed the bar, one elbow anchoring her in place “You know,” she said, bringing her own glass into view, half-studying it. “I’m not usually a drinker, but something persuaded me to order an Old Fashioned.” Her shoulder dropped slightly, eyes peeking just enough to keep just enough attention on the blonde “How strong are we talking…” Still leaning against the bar, her curiosity knew no bounds. The heat inside the building made Jenna occasionally brush a hand across her chest. Even while pretending they were strangers, she could feel herself melting, so, so easily, in the presence of the woman sitting just inches away.

Taking a swig from her glass, she played along with the small talk, though it felt more like a game of chess. She wondered what move would come next -- would she be caught off guard ? The blue eyes staring straight through her, even in the dim light of the bar, were probably enough to do it. But Jenna had to keep her walls up, hold her cool.She wasn’t the everyday Jenna. And this wasn’t her everyday Cate. Jenna scoffed at the notion, “I can be alone if you want me to be,” she said flatly, setting her glass down with quiet finality. " But lets make it clear, if someone’s joining me, it won’t be because they were invited, it’ll be because I decided they’re worth the seat.” Her eyes didn’t waver. “I'd ask the same thing, honestly" Jenna began, voice low and steady, “but…” She let the words hang as her gaze casually swept the bar, as if cataloguing every face. “I’ve been here a few minutes. So if anyone's keeping you waiting at this hour ? They’re stupid or a complete fool . Taking another sip of her drink, she let her gaze wander around the room, careful not to get caught in the trap of how utterly hot Cate was in that exact moment. The night was still young, after all. "So, what’s your deal ? I mean -- just a casual drink, or are you trying to run away for the night ? ”

Exhausted—that was the word that best described Cate over the past few days. Anyone might have thought she was relaxed on her farm, enjoying the best days away from the busy life and glamour that her profession brought, but the truth was quite the opposite. She was mentally and physically drained, and that made her feel guilty. How could she feel overwhelmed and almost bored of her home life and spending time with her children? But Cate was honest, she wasn’t the kind of woman to shut down her feelings. And, as the cherry on top of the chaos she was living, the latest headlines were all about her and her well-known girlfriend. Hacked messages, famous names dropped, and thousands of rumors, assumptions, and even accusations were being made about her. She hated it, she couldn´t deny it. She had never allowed anyone to peek into her private life like that, and now she was worried about the friends, lovers, and ex-lovers mentioned in that playful conversation. She would eventually have to face one or two of them in person. Even though she had sent flowers and an apology to Sandy, there had been no reply, and Cate assumed their friendship was ruined.

In the midst of all that, Jenna was a breath of fresh air, her escape, and the perfect excuse to leave everything behind. So the Australian actress didn’t hesitate when the weekend plan came up. They hadn’t seen each other in weeks. Their names were on everyone’s lips, but Cate only wanted to be on Jenna’s lips—in much more intimate, and unholy ways. The plan sounded different, even a bit strange, but Cate followed every instruction carefully. Once the girls and Iggy were left in Jane’s care for the weekend, Cate finally had time for herself. She took a long, decent bath, perfumed her skin, and carefully prepared every inch of her body to be seen, touched, and enjoyed by someone special. Looking at herself in the mirror, Cate felt a little like her old self again: dark tailored pants and blazer, a white top with a dangerously low neckline, black stilettos, her signature blonde bob in soft waves, bold red lips because a date with Jenna was always worthy of the perfect red lipstick—and her most delicate fragrance lingering on her skin.

She drove herself to the hotel, a place she had never visited before. It was a bit of a drive, and something about it all felt slightly illicit. The blonde rushed to drop off her bags and walked straight to the promised bar. She opened the door as if she owned the place fearless, poised. The energy inside was different, almost like stepping into an '80s movie. The music, the decor, the atmosphere... everything felt electric. She was waiting for her first drink when a familiar voice called from behind. Cate smiled mischievously, her eyes crinkling, that catlike expression taking over her face. What was Jenna trying to do? Was this a game? Cate could play. The blonde took her sweet time turning around to look Jenna over from head to toe. She smirked and licked her red lips before replying with a subtle nod. “I ordered something strong. What are you drinking?” Jenna was hypnotic, her beauty, her energy. it took Cate’s breath and focus away, especially with that shirt unbuttoned just enough. She didn’t even try to hide the cheeky glance she stole at her breasts.

“Are you here… alone? Or is someone coming to join us?”

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After their phone call a few nights earlier, what Jenna had sent Cate felt like a cryptic set of instructions, vague, almost mischievous, ending simply with “Trust me.” And Cate would. More than anything, she would. There were plenty of reasons the two women needed a break: the distance, the time zones, the chaos of a toddler and a pre-teen running wild around the Blanchett farm. But what really tipped the scale? The sudden surge of attention after a leaked text, just a cheeky little game between partners during a bored afternoon at work, turned into queer media fodder. Headlines screamed of scandal, speculating about open relationships and unconventional love stories between an Academy Award winner and her reality TV partner. Jenna could only laugh. Still, the invasion was exhausting. So despite the noise, despite the frustration, the idea of escaping it all just for a few nights... felt not only necessary, but long overdue for the couple.

The text Jenna had sent Cate the night before was short and precise almost like a secret mission. The location: The Twenty Two Hotel, London, The Terence Suite, a place Jenna called a “highly personal affair.” Cate was to arrive at 6 p.m., check into the room, drop her bags, and get ready. No questions. The next line led her to Nightjar, Shoreditch, a speakeasy-style cocktail bar, vintage and dimly lit, oozing the kind of sultry charm you'd expect from a dive tucked into a forgotten corner of the city. But the most important instruction? Pretend. Leave busy Cate, actor Cate, mom Cate -- all of her -- at home.

Jenna herself, had been at the bar, sighting out the place comfortably. Sitting by the bar, the light music set the mood. It was a range between old classic 80's, but the atmosphere was still light, nothing too loud. She sat stirring her glass, watching as people goer's went from the bar, all these stranger's, just people of the night....she suddenly felt a lift from her own reality. Then the door opened, and a blonde stepped through, tall, composed, scanning the room with the kind of presence that turned heads without meaning to. Jenna's heart kicked. She didn’t shift, didn’t smile, didn’t acknowledge. She simply observed, sipping slowly. The blonde made her way to the bar, eyes fixed on the bartender. She ordered a drink, maybe something classic, probably something strong -- her laugh soft but distinct, teasing the edges of flirtation. She hadn’t looked Jenna’s way. Not yet. And that was part of the thrill. Tonight, they didn’t know each other. Tonight, they were strangers. "Can I buy you a drink ?"Jenna slid in beside the blonde, her voice deep and easy, a quiet suggestion that lingered in the air. Her shirt, just a bit too open, exposed the barest hint of her mid chest, the button undone with a deliberate carelessness.

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📱 Jenna: then we'll manage it together, babe...easily. keep it within control, where all it does is potentially just give us a semi public title some may have of us. I still do plan on suing somebody’s ass for the violation, but, if you can live with it then so can i. to be a fly on the wall, i bet her husband loved that -- so, speaking of aiming to please, that's exactly what i'm heading towards here. i imagined flying to you, would be easiest, the girl's can stay in the comfort of their home whilst you and i, go play pretend. Are you free this weekend ? i'll sort the itinerary, send you the detail's soon and all you have to do is show up and look beautiful. considering you'll do that anyway, it's bound to be an easy escape.

Cate: I guess worst things have been said about me, darling. As long it doesn’t affect my kids, I am okay with it and I can manage it. I mean what could be wrong about wanting to sleep with beautiful ladies? And about Sandra and Rooney, my publicist already fixed everything to deny that. Julianna? Well that was public and I am sure she doesn’t mind. She is happily married and so straight now so I hope she doesn’t regret about it and now people know I have the best girlfriend so open and aim to please me and please herself. — wait… are we talking about running away for a night or two? A break from rumors and from my babies? When is this happening and why can’t we do it Sooner?

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📱 Jenna: okay good, good. chances are, my team and yours can dampen down the majority of it, but you know, if it's inspiring to be a sex-fiend couple in an apparent open relationship, can we live with that scandal ? i, just don't want it effecting you, or well, are you think you'll in touch with some of the woman ? cause personally, i have a personal plan and i want you to just listen. we get away for a few days, i'll fly to you, we can find a some motel or bed and breakfast ? cause something's telling me you need to get away, not only from all of this, but a break from being a mom, babe..

Cate: My agent and publicist have mailed me. They are trying to keep everything low-profile and don't make a big scandal about it but I don't think they can make everyone to believe that our texts are apocryphal. Now everyone knows I am such an open person, someone who sleeps with a lot of women and has threesomes. it sounds really charming and... inspiring for someone of my age.

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I saw "born in 68" and "old" in the same sentence and spiralled a little -- and as if you'd need any introduction, but it's a pleasure Thom, i'm Jenna. I still have cassettes of radio head's album's in a box somewhere, but ones that definitely got me through an angsty night or several as a college student long ago. And honestly ? life's so much better when we say the thing's we shouldn’t have said out loud, but now i'm a tad curious about the "ghost" thing ? as in, you've seen a few or you're just a fan of those supernatural hunting shows. Tell me more.

Well, what have we here? Old man in his late fifties makes a Tumblr blog. Sounds exciting, right?

Some fun titbits about me: name's Thomas, but most call me Thom. I was born in the year of 1968, in Wellingborough, United Kingdom, and I have a band. Radiohead, ever heard of it? Met the fellas back when we were all lanky and angry and pretending we weren't terrified. We've been making noise together ever since. Some of it's been quite good, I think. I also write songs, mostly. Try to make sense of things that don't.

This blog'll probably be a mess. Bits of music. Scribbles. Ghosts. Things I wish I hadn't said out loud. Things I didn't get to say at all. So, yeah. Hi. Welcome to whatever this will turn out to be. Hope you're all having a pleasant Sunday so far.

@hfrpstarters

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what’s one of your favorite memories with your partner? 🍒

I have so many, and my biggest wish is to keep making new memories with her. But one of the best, and the one that comes to mind right now, is all the support and comfort she gave me when I told her about Viv’s adoption process. She was supportive, calm, and a true partner throughout, even though she had no idea about it when we first started dating. Now they’re best friends, and my favorite part of the day is watching Jenna interact and act silly with my youngest child. @lyonnns

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Jenna: oh motherfuckers...*an exhaling pause* ...for the sake of the lawsuit that's about to be thrown at whoever decided to tap into our phone, they should damn well know better not to. Jesus, all for what, headlines ?....tell me there isn't headlines, yet ? that we know of. and babe, forget the world, what about those on the list, probably being contacted by their publicist right about now as we speak. And listen, we can talk it out with our teams, file statement's and even deny it. I've got plenty business people i can call to help cover this up as a fake. even just to the general public...

Cate: I don't know how public it is yet, darling. Lisa says she is in charge, apparently our texts about you know... the fucking threesome and teasing each other about our exes... all that is out. Do you think they can listen to our call right now? I am apparently calm but, how am I supposed to explain this to the world? you know about the list.

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Jenna: babe sorry, i had such a weirdly timed business call that caught me by surprise, I- wait, what was said to you ?cause i'm getting incoming messages but everything's coming in at once and i'm not planning on looking right now, but uh, shit how public is public ? as in our most recent, who the fuck managed to get hold of those

𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝: 📲

Cate: Why didn't you pick up, babe? Someone stole your phone? what happened? my agent and publicist have been calling, mailing non-stop. They are kinda hysterical but I deny to believe it. Our texts are public now?

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I fear that balance is never linear, we just get better at the juggling ! time become's a lot more of a currency so i do love hearing that for you, as a fan of your work especially. I think it's always so much easier to jump straight back into work with that limited time in between... so for your sanity, i'm already wishing for that break time ! you need to be thinking of home and a potential tropical vacation where nobody's yelling cut. if that's your style, of course. or, would you usually see doing more theatre as a break ? that's so far from my world so i'm always so curious about the balance some actors have. Perhaps's my oddest itinerary yet -- But i'm a New Yorker too, so i've got a place in the Hampton's, so that's always been the usual setting for these next few months, except now, between that, my partner live's in London, and her girl's are still young, so it's an easier trip for me....plus, nothing says "balance" like a country farm.

i'm still working on trying to find that balance, but you know, for now i'm content. but i agree: the things i'm currently working on are really meaningful and special, so even though it may take a lot out us especially with the heavier projects, it feels worth it. it'll be for a while! i wrapped a show here back in may and then the next kicked off shortly after, so once this is wrapped... hopefully i'll be able to spend some time back home. nothing too exciting: morning runs, afternoon naps, seeing some plays, reading. i'm a real party animal, right? but i have to admit, you've got me curious about your travel plans. those are beautiful spots. what's got you out there?

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Jenna: that'a girl 😉 babe my table's all yours to sit on, or to lay on...lay against ect. and your "bossy lady" is happier with you here, new skirt or not. as tight hugging as that ass of yours is. Jenna: stream from the kitchen ? Jenna: 🙂‍↕️ Jenna: Ça marche ! exactly. you say that if it isn't my end goal here - or, a goal i intend on making happening far before this game even ends. You know, bullock always did seem like the dominant bitch type, the type that wanna shut you up in anyway she could. so believe me, i can hear your muffling already...i'd make you work for it. And it's exactly what i asked for, we're at a good starting point here. uh, okay let's see, i'll start off with an an actress i dated, emily hampshire - she, was the kind you wouldn’t realise just how wild she could get until you got behind closed doors. i towered over her in height and she still handled me. Jenna: okay, now.. you got a little taste on what i'm doing. so, how about you give me a list of past lovers, maybe mixed in with some name's you've only just fantasied about when touching yourself. bonus point's for a ranking system

Cate: I know I am such a good assistant and I'm the best at keeping your dirty secrets as the good secretary I am. I've gotten a couple of new suits, this time with skirt so I can take notes in your legs next time I visit you and you get the best view. I think of everything to keep my bossy lady happy. Cate: Oh darling. If you could see my face right now. Cate: (typing) Cate: Yes, my captain! I heard you 🫡 Cate: so... this is about sharing our best fantasies about a third lady in our bed. Nice. I know this won't end well, it might end in an emergency and messy underwear. women i've slept with.. that's easy because you know most of them.. but i must start with Sandy? that Bullock is a dominant bitch and I don't know if she would give us a break but she has amazing legs, you would love to see them wrapped around me while I'm touching you?. How is it? we're naming them one by one? your turn.

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Jenna: you always make it sound sexier then it is -- but honestly i'm just missing my secretary 😉 there's already gonna be enough heat, be careful, and yes, that's me being bossy. Jenna: ....yes, i am. Jenna: (typing..) Jenna: i'm gonna lay down some game rules, let's not's think too deeply. let yourself just imagine, a fantasy game, per-say. so yes, another woman. cause i, can imagine me in the middle, but i also get a little more turned on by the idea of watching you...and whoever else. you'll know everything, my mind's running rampant in this office chair. Jenna: add-on question: before we get to the list of "dream" thirds, let's make it more fun and go through the list of people we've slept with. maybe rank them on the idea of being in this threesome, or however you wish to go about it....like i said, the only rule is to not think too deeply into this.

Cate: Not even Timezones can beat us whenever we want to have some fun or whenenever you need a break from making important decisions and being bossy around your upper east side office. Cate: I love when you get more interested in knowing what I am wearing than work, shopping or anything else. I have something in the oven so I hope it doesn't get burn because you have all my attention now. (typing...) Cate: Are you asking me about threesomes? Oh fuck, we're getting serious here. I need to sit down and think about it. I feel that I could do whatever you asked me to do just to see your enjoyment and of course if the third in question is a hot one who can keep both of us entertained. Are we talking about a third lady perhaps? what has gotten into you? are you fantazising about having a third one in bed? I want to know everything that is running wild in that head of yours.