Her brown eyes are filled with devotion thick and sticky sweet like fresh caramel. With a delicate cough, she forces her voice-box into a higher register. The young woman wrenches her gaze away from the tedious Taediosus, crying out in an infantile voice,
“Oh darling! But a moment! I need to finish painting my face you know, I can’t have you looking at me when I look like this.”
She hastily rubs moisturizing creams upon her lightly blushing cheeks. Red-tipped ears peak out from beneath freshly styled tresses.
The lady wrestles with her outfit, tucking here and pulling there. Calling the ensemble an outfit is a kindness to the struggling fabric. A sheer lace bodysuit paired with wide-legged and similarly sheer palazzo pants is paired with confounding magic to conceal the important bits from view, at least for now.
When at last she feels presentable, she yanks herself from her seated position and positively throws herself at the pathetic excuse of a hero.
“Darling, you came so far… did you eat? Oh, why didn’t you tell me to come to you! Are you tired? Thirsty?” Twittering around like mama bird about a newborn chick, she is the image of subservience and wasted potential.
Perhaps if the hero had seen her first from afar, seen her in her element, known the depths of her mind, this all would have been avoided.
Alas, Taediosus happened upon her in the marketplace when she was fetching her groceries.
He had oh so carelessly bumped into her, raccoonkin girl and young chick trailing behind. Newfound strength led to the tall, pale woman to be thrown onto to the cobblestone street.
Thin arms and feebly stretched out to push her chest and head up. Messy brown hair, not quite in waves but not quite straight, covered her face for a moment.
Long, slender fingers reached out to pull the hair from her face and tugged at where it had become caught in her glasses. Surprisingly strong features were revealed.
A straight nose with a slight upward angle was paired with full Cupid bow lips. Thick, brown brows, neatly cared for, framed deep set brown eyes that had just a hint of a green hue.
Impractical heels had accentuated her height. Just three inches shy of six feet, the shoes had more than made up the difference.
Humble breasts were more than concealed by a loose fitting bohemian top. Cream lace trim on the similarly colored flowing peasant shirt emphasized the healthy pink tinge to her skin. Combined with her current posture, she had an air of clumsy innocence.
Still, the ankle-breaking heels and closely hugging trousers spoke of a hint of vanity in the woman. Her shirt had slid up a hint during her fall. A soft yet pleasantly curved waist leading to fleshy hips was revealed to the tawdry man. She certainly was “bottom heavy” to be crude about it.
With a single look, she was done for.
“Are you alright?!” She exclaims with a motherly look. Her cheeks redden as she continues to stare into his eyes. A deeper tone colors her eyes as desire takes hold.
“Oh poor darling,” she continues, touching the unsuspecting man all over. She wraps herself about him under the guise of checking for injury, hugging his arm here, rubbing his back there.
“Let me bake you cookies to make up for this accident… my place is right around the corner.”
Nary giving Taediosus a chance to reply, she bounds away with him in tow. Her hand tightly grips his with all the desperation of a many dying of thirst grasping at the first sign of water.
Her brown eyes are filled with devotion thick and sticky sweet like fresh caramel. With a delicate cough, she forces her voice-box into a higher register. The young woman wrenches her gaze away from the tedious Taediosus, crying out in an infantile voice,
“Oh darling! But a moment! I need to finish painting my face you know, I can’t have you looking at me when I look like this.”
She hastily rubs moisturizing creams upon her lightly blushing cheeks. Red-tipped ears peak out from beneath freshly styled tresses.
The lady wrestles with her outfit, tucking here and pulling there. Calling the ensemble an outfit is a kindness to the struggling fabric. A sheer lace bodysuit paired with wide-legged and similarly sheer palazzo pants is paired with confounding magic to conceal the important bits from view, at least for now.
When at last she feels presentable, she yanks herself from her seated position and positively throws herself at the pathetic excuse of a hero.
“Darling, you came so far… did you eat? Oh, why didn’t you tell me to come to you! Are you tired? Thirsty?” Twittering around like mama bird about a newborn chick, she is the image of subservience and wasted potential.
Perhaps if the hero had seen her first from afar, seen her in her element, known the depths of her mind, this all would have been avoided.
Alas, Taediosus happened upon her in the marketplace when she was fetching her groceries.
He had oh so carelessly bumped into her, raccoonkin girl and young chick trailing behind. Newfound strength led to the tall, pale woman to be thrown onto to the cobblestone street.
Thin arms and feebly stretched out to push her chest and head up. Messy brown hair, not quite in waves but not quite straight, covered her face for a moment.
Long, slender fingers reached out to pull the hair from her face and tugged at where it had become caught in her glasses. Surprisingly strong features were revealed.
A straight nose with a slight upward angle was paired with full Cupid bow lips. Thick, brown brows, neatly cared for, framed deep set brown eyes that had just a hint of a green hue.
Impractical heels had accentuated her height. Just three inches shy of six feet, the shoes had more than made up the difference.
Humble breasts were more than concealed by a loose fitting bohemian top. Cream lace trim on the similarly colored flowing peasant shirt emphasized the healthy pink tinge to her skin. Combined with her current posture, she had an air of clumsy innocence.
Still, the ankle-breaking heels and closely hugging trousers spoke of a hint of vanity in the woman. Her shirt had slid up a hint during her fall. A soft yet pleasantly curved waist leading to fleshy hips was revealed to the tawdry man. She certainly was “bottom heavy” to be crude about it.
With a single look, she was done for.
“Are you alright?!” She exclaims with a motherly look. Her cheeks redden as she continues to stare into his eyes. A deeper tone colors her eyes as desire takes hold.
“Oh poor darling,” she continues, touching the unsuspecting man all over. She wraps herself about him under the guise of checking for injury, hugging his arm here, rubbing his back there.
“Let me bake you cookies to make up for this accident… my place is right around the corner.”
Nary giving Taediosus a chance to reply, she bounds away with him in tow. Her hand tightly grips his with all the desperation of a many dying of thirst grasping at the first sign of water.
Do with this as you will. Sexualizing oneself is… an interesting experience.
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