In the paths of righteousness [Rapscallion; *warning*]

[Wichita]

Wichita

surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life

She can hardly resist, not that she tries to. She's far too wrapped up in the irresponsible feeling that's taken over her. To hell with the way her mind warns her away, to hell with it. Her mind speaks nonsense now because her body says otherwise, her body sinks into each pass of his neck on her ribs. Nibbles prick her skin and she quivers, forgetting what all they had been speaking of. The conversation is lost but that's okay, she doesn't need words now, she couldn't form one if she tried.

Instead she just lets emotion fill her, pulsating across her body in waves that ripple outward. If she could make it so- they would be heat, fire, consuming her body. If she could stand it, they would be light, red and blinding. Eyesore from staring at the sun. If it's the emotion taking her over, she would never know, as far as she was concerned it was him. He was taking her over, she was letting him, she was begging him. She was demanding it, she wanted him to, nothing would make her happier. The build was far too much now to ignore, lest they both slink away feeling rather blue. Not today though, today they wouldn't have to torment themselves in such a manner. Today was just right for giving in she thought, today was a good day to let him in.

So when he presses against her, she doesn't fight. If she could pull him closer, she would. The stallion is weightless against her because this is ecstasy, blurring her sight against all that was and wasn't real. She can't muster a coherent thought so instead she moans an "Mhhm." Gasping each time the touching ends.

amen.

Lady and Governor of Heaven's Gates

looool
hue hue we kinda missed it, didn't know how much you wanted that all played out, but here is my skirting around the situation whilst letting the drift be caught