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domcartr‌:

“Rose? Huh,” He sat on the name for a moment, digesting it’s overall meaning and how it might apply to her. Tarot card readings were a guilty pleasure of Dom’s. It wasn’t until he met his third ever client that he ever really understood what they were. She read his tarot card which, at the time, had been Justice. She told him he was running from his guilt and that he was living in denial about something. He didn’t want to admit it but she was right and he never told her how so. “I knew a girl once,” – He refused to tell her it was another client for whatever reason – “And she could read tarots. She was very good at it actually. If i do recall it correctly, the rose symbolizes balance and new beginnings.” But had someone given Delilah a real reading, she’d probably get the Devil, as it symbolized addiction, something Delilah was all too familiar with. Hence, their personal connection. He sated her addictions, which he supposed made him an enabler. 

Taking her hand, Dom eventually led her out of the lounge and away from Indulgence where they usually spent their time. He needed to get away from the club for his own reasons, and he wasn’t sure he was comfortable sharing them. So Delilah agreeing to entertain him was beneficial to him as well. “I thought I’d take you somewhere different. You deserve that, no?” A smile spread across his face as he twirled her around on the streets and led her toward the train. He sprung for the tickets because this little excursion of theirs was his idea and it seemed fair enough. Then, after they were seated, Dom gave her a gentle pat on the thigh, “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it? And I’m kind of looking forward to that reaction. However, if you want to take a guess, by all means…” he proceeded to pause, motioning with his hands for her to be his guest prior to him slinging an arm behind her along the back of their seat. Across from them was a stranger, an elderly woman with her grandchild. For the briefest of seconds, Dom wondered if he’d ever have kids of his own. At the rate he was going? It wasn’t likely. “What do you think of that?” Dom motioned to the child who couldn’t be more than five years old, “You ever want one of those? We don’t ever talk about it, you know… our lives and what not, outside of what we do together. And I doubt you want to be a gold member forever.”

lilah gave him a nod once. "yeah--my mom loves flowers so my sisters and i all have flower names for middle names," added the brunette with a quiet laugh. they were often teased about it, but her mother adored the names anyway and she can't say she hated it either. just like a rose, she was also covered in thorns if you got too close and see what's underneath all that beautiful flower. however, she can't say that she ever had a tarot reading--her parents didn't believe in that kind of thing. they always believed that you make your own destiny while delilah doesn't really know what to believe in. so, when he mentioned that, her eyes sparked with interest, "yeah? new beginnings would be great." to eradicate this addiction of hers would also be the best.

though she tried her best to keep her activities in the club discreet, she has taken out escorts before to dinner or even lunch. however, she can't quite say that she has actually been out with one where they were leading the way instead of her doing it. still, it made her giggle as he twirled her around on the streets as they made their way to the train. "i suppose i do. i've done all my research, so i do deserve a reward for that," the petite woman affirmed as their idle chatter continued until they gotten on board. lilah would have offered to pay for it if he didn't beat her to doing so. nevertheless, she didn't protest and just let him bought their tickets. as they sat down on one of the vacant seats, she tilted her head a little at his response. "i'm not good at guessing games!" the brunette chirped in as she leaned back to the arm slung behind her. to anyone in this train, they would simply appear to be an ordinary couple. unbeknownst to them the truth and she would like to keep it that way. immersed in her own musings, she was snapped back to the reality when he motioned towards the kid. the question that followed was personal, but nothing too imposing that she would avoid it. "i do," came her answer almost immediately, an honest one as she looked at the kid and someone who must be his grandmother. the softest of smiles came to her lips as she watched the interaction between the two before she peered up at him. "but not right now, i don't think it's in the cards for me yet." how would she even be able to take care of a child if she can't find a way to control these urges first? besides, if she did have one, she'd probably have to do it all on her own because who would ever want damaged goods? keeping those thoughts aside, she returned the question to him, "do you? or would you rather be an escort until your old and grey which i think might be popular for some women?"

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ABDUCTION ( 2011 )

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emelia-vitale‌:

“It’s not that I didn’t like it… it was just kind of nerve wracking for me.  Maybe the idea of someone paying… I don’t know.  I’m more of an emotional connection person.”  While Emmy could sometimes put on a strong front and pretend she didn’t need anyone or anything, she was a hopeless romantic on the inside.  “Thank you!”  It was always her favorite kind of compliment.  One about her voice or performing.  “Aah.  Well… we should hang out if you’re back around.”

"i'm guessing it's not for everyone--" delilah affirmed with a nod of her head. unlike her, not everyone can indulge in casual sex without forming strong bonds. perhaps, it's because she's so used to one night stands that she has been able to avoid it so far. however, she was still a hopeless romantic inside even if it was a part of her that was deeply concealed. flashing emmy a smile, she agreed, "yeah! are you done? i can just go for a run later."

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“No matter what I’ve endured in the past, what I’ve put myself through, or what others have done to me, I have the ability and the will to move forward. I will not give up. I will not undervalue or underestimate my capabilities.”

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domcartr‌:

Perhaps, Dom should have warned her ahead of time that this “place” they were going to didn’t actually belong to him, technically speaking. It belonged to a client of his, a married woman who often snuck him in and out of her home whenever her husband was away on business. She always encouraged Dom to make himself comfortable and while she probably meant with her, he was taking her up on that offer in a different way. This place, it was in the Hamptons, just outside of the city. They could take a train there and arrive in time to watch the sun set over the ocean. If they were lucky, they’d get to do it naked after finding a comfortable spot in the sand to fuck and get drunk. Dom was a bit of a thrill seeker and so he couldn’t resist the ruse he’d undoubtedly put them up to or the possible breaking and entering they’d have to do. He just hoped Delilah wouldn’t chicken out when she eventually learned the truth. Although, how could she? He’d supply her with booze, sex, the ocean, and a beautiful, bright sunset. Some would say that’s pretty romantic. Especially for someone like Dom who wasn’t much of a romantic to begin with. “I can handle a little trouble if you can, so no need to worry about that.” With a flirtatious smirk, Dom stood up from his chair next to her and turned out his hand. “We should get going though if we want to make it there in time. This place of mine, it requires a half hour train ride. You good with that?”

if he was willing to risk a little trouble, then who was she to say no to that? what little hesitance she had escaped her completely as she retracted her hand and chuckled at his answer. "my middle name is trouble--well, technically it's rose, but you know what i mean," the brunette rambled on with a little bit of pink on her cheeks as she shook her head. taking one last sip from her drink, delilah took his outstretched hand as she pulled herself up. “so, we’re not going to your suite upstairs? not that i’m complaining, mind you,” she supplied as she wondered just where he was taking her, where this place of his could be. for a moment, she almost forgot that escorts like himself have their own places, too, since she knew that there have their own suites in the building. nevertheless, lilah was always down for an adventure as long as it doesn't involve her parents finding out what she's doing. for a grown woman like herself, she really ought to not care anymore what they would think of her activities but she just didn't want to disappoint them. holding his hand as they made their way out of the club, she peered up at him with another inquisitive gaze as she questioned, “are you gonna tell me where we’re going or would i be kept guessing along the way?” perhaps, she wasn’t the best person for surprises as such since she would just keep asking and asking until the other person gives in and tell her.

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santxago‌:

She didn’t provide an answer to Santiago but he didn’t need one. If Delilah didn’t fear him there was only one other explanation. It was her thoughts. The things that came to mind when her eyes fell on his body and even when he touched her. She had already admitted to as much but she was still lax in her sharing of those thoughts. “They’ll stay between us. I’m not offended by inappropriate.” He maintained his hold on her wrists, still light and not painfully restrictive. One step closer and he found his body brushing softly against hers. “I can handle trouble. It makes breaking the rules worth it.” Looking down at her, Santiago smirked. Now, tell me about those thoughts.” 

it wasn't about offending him that made her nervous about her thoughts, it was what she might do about them. the brunette has little to no control when it came to her sexual appetite, but she tried her best to stay away from the staff of this club because she didn't want her membership to be revoked. his hold on her wrists may be light, but she couldn't quite find it in herself to pull her hands away even if she would easily be able to. closing the gap between them as his body brushed against hers, a shiver ran down against her spine as his heat radiated through her body. doe eyes peered up at him as he demanded softly to tell him her thoughts, tongue swiping down her lower petal as she sucked in her breath. "make me," delilah answered as she tried not to shy away from his gaze, her cheeks tainted with red. 

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emelia-vitale‌:

“It was. Not for me too much. Mostly anxiety over being an escort and wondering if I made the right choice. I’m happy things are back to normal. The stage is where I’m meant to be.” It might have been an interesting week but not one she would want to do again any time soon. “But how is everything with you? Where have you been?”

"so, you didn't enjoy being an escort?" queried the brunette with a little arch of her brow before bursting into a smile as she encouraged, "you definitely own that stage!" that much she could ascertain, especially since she has seen her performed a couple of times and she might have checked out some of her songs too over youtube. with a dismissing wave of her hand, she replied, "just had a few busy days with studying and my dad calling me in for work."

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erxcsteele:

“Okay, I actually learned how to do this when I was in Japan for a few days, it’s harder then it looks.” Eric said. He’d clearly had a few drinks in his system and was feeling a bit bolder then usual as he flipped upside down. 

delilah stood back as she watched him do a flip, clapping her hands a little when he finished. "that's pretty awesome. i don't think i can do that," she commended with a chuckle as she took another sip from her drink. having some alcohol in her system usually did the trick in making her more talkative.

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santxago:

She still looked away. “Are you scared of me?” A normal person would have given her space, not Santiago. He remained in front of her, loosely holding her wrists and anticipating her answer. When it came he smirked, “Why don’t you tell me about those thoughts, maybe it’ll make you feel better.” If anything he expected the blush in her cheeks to deepen and the softness of her words to continue. “I’m not going to hurt you Delilah, just want to know what’s on your mind, that’s all.” It was true. A glimpse into her thoughts would tell him what to do next, how to leverage what she wanted to gain more control. “I see. Me dictating the rules can mean a lot of things that all don’t have to do with work.” He could feel his lips twisting more in response to her words, “You could say that but my job sometimes involves a lot of things including breaking the rules when necessary.”

she wasn't scared of him--perhaps a bit intimidated, but she wasn't scared. eye contact was just a bit difficult for her to maintain, especially when he's making her feel tingles crawling on her skin. the hands holding her wrists captive to her side were no help in making her feel at ease either. if she didn't catch him in such a bad moment, she wouldn't be acting like this. regaining her voice once more, she spoke up softly, "i don't think they would be appropriate." and truly, they wouldn't be, not when her wild imagination has begun to wonder just how his skin might feel against her own as his hands did unspeakable things. snapping out of those thoughts, she mused quietly, "but aren't you gonna get in trouble if you broke the rules?"

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noah & eric

NOAH

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(she likes how he looks like he could break her in half)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔(i don’t think they’re friends? she probably just saw him around the club)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(is there anyone she doesn’t want to sex up)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔

ERIC

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(he’s hot)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗(they’ve probably talk around the club)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔

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"Is that so?"

it wasn't every day that delilah ends up ranting to someone, but tonight, she has been so aggravated by some senior manager in her family's company that dom got the other end of her annoyance. glaring at him as she stalked towards him and bunched her fingers on the fabric of his shirt, she pointed out, "do you think this is funny?" considering how much shorter she was compared to him, it would probably look funny for someone looking in from the outside. the brunette looked like a tiny pixie trying to challenge a giant in this case. however, her aggravation only fueled the lust in her loins as her hazel hues turned into a darker shade. // @domcartr

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Dom

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(she likes what she sees very much)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗(since she’s been a regular client of his, she does consider him somewhat of a friend)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(why do you think she’d keep coming back for more?)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔(he’s an escort, she knows better than to hope for anything there)

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@briarhqs // @ellahqs // @elisehqs

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

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@briarhqs // @ellahqs // @elisehqs

sexual tension sentence starters (part two)

as requested by anon. A (cruder) continuation of this meme: ( x ). More angry sexual tension starters here ( x ). Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

Angry

“Is that so?”

“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”

“Go fuck yourself. And let me watch.”

“You look angry. How about you take all that energy and put it to good use?”

“Look at you, all smug. It’s not like I jerk off to you at night. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I can’t tell whether I want to make you bleed or moan.”

“I hate that you’re mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”

“Try and stop me.”

“You’re either leaving here with a black eye or a hickey. Your choice.”

“Fuck you! Or me.”

Flirty

“I’m really flexible…”

“Your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/etc. must be really happy…”

“Wow, you’re really easy on the eyes.”

“You know, I don’t have a gag reflex.”

“Is there any way I could repay you?”

“You have really pretty lips.”

“Can you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue?”

“You look great in this lighting. But you’d look even better in my bed.”

“Was my pickup line too cheesy? I couldn’t help myself.”

“You look tense..do you want a massage?” / “Wow, I totally need a massage right now.”

Awkward

“..why are you staring at me?”

“You have a–a really big–uh, brain.”

“So…how do I look?”

“You, uhm–kinda touched my–yeah..”

“*blurts out* Did you know that pandas only mate once a year?”

“I wasn’t watching porn!” / “I wasn’t jerking off!”

“Hey…c-can I…maybe..kiss you?”

“Holding hands/cuddling is nice, but…I was hoping we could do something else.”

“Oh, sorry! Were you changing?”

“*knocks head into (muse name)’s* Ah! S-sorry, I was trying to kiss you.”