Huh. So, not being sure if I'm going to be able to stay in a bra is not really a problem I ever thought I'd have to deal with. π€·π»ββοΈ Hell yeah, I guess.π Watch me jump up and down in slow motion! PPV is longer. π
Happy Tuesday, sweethearts.π I decided to do another fun little chunk of overly-stylized hard-boiled detective writing, like I did originally in this post: https://onlyfans.com/973119852/imaskankypirate
Let me know if you like these. Should I do more? If I put together a single, longer, complete story, is that something you'd enjoy??
Anyway, here's the scene!
I could tell the case was getting to her like a crow gets at peanuts. Sure, she'd made strides that day, but the weary set to her shoulders and the exhausted lines etched discordantly on the smooth skin of her face were a dead giveaway: the gains had been hard-earned. Her tie hung loose and a few buttons on her shirt had been popped open. Even still, this bird β PI Cherry Sapphire -- was a knockout and my eyes stayed glued to her as she gestured to the chair with a flick of her wrist. It was fluid and deliberate, like the switch of a panther's tail.
Moving forward, I asked, βI hear you tracked down that weasel who'd been flapping his gums, get anything juicy?β
βGive me two fingers and I'll tell you about it,β she said, her voice a husky rasp that sent shivers down my spine.
I froze like a boozed up deer in headlights.
She pointed to the bottle of scotch on her desk, a knowing smirk slinking onto her lips. βA drink, tiger. Pour me a drink and get yourself one too if you like.β
As I made my way to the bottle, she unbuttoned another few buttons on her silky blouse, giving an intriguing peek of what lay beneath.
She caught me watching and a predatory glint snuck into her eye.
βYou aren't like most dames, are you, PI Sapphire?β I asked, my voice rougher than I would have liked. I pulled the top off the bottle and poured a bit more than two fingers into the first glass.
βPlease, call me Cherry,β she said coming over to lean against the edge of her desk, so close that the stale, dusty air of the cluttered office became tinged with the sweet, warm smell wafting off of her body.
I wanted to stop and admire her, but I remembered the manners my old mad had belted into me and I poured the other glass instead.
βAnd most dames,β she continued, βmost detectives, wouldn't be able to solve this mystery, but I've uncovered some things you're going to want to hear.β
This is a thing I saw people doing on the tweeters. So, I threw one together and, well, thought y'all might also appreciate it. π Happy Friday, sweethearts. π Also, be nice: I made the music for something else and it only kinda fits here. π€£
Y'all know the drill at this point; on Tuesdays you get tummy and/or titties! π Happy Tuesday, my dears.π PPV to get that pesky cartoon cherry out of the way so that you can see the real one.π
Hey everyone! So, just a heads up. My laptop up and died. Like, all the way dead. π So, while I have a video set to post tomorrow that I had thankfully already finished and uploaded, we may be stuck in only-stuff-I-can-do-from-my-phone territory (mostly just simple pictures) for a little bit. New computer is on the way already, though. So, hopefully we'll be back up and running soon and I promise good things are planned! Please just have a little patience through my technical difficulties. Thank yoooouuuu! πππ
Getting comfortable last nighy was tough, because of the new tattoo, but I woke up happy for the same reason.π It's pretty far from done, but I wanted to show off what she did yesterday, considering y'all paid for it. π Have a wonderful Monday, everyone. π
I took a bath for the first time in a long time and I discovered that I'm bad at sitting still in a slippery environment.ππ€·π»ββοΈ
PPV to ditch the mermaid in that last picture.π
I'm not like other girls; they want to haunt your dreams, but I've got dibs on your confusingly tantalizing but also humorous nightmares.ππ
Happy tummy toonsday, sweethearts. π
Would you get cozy next to the fire with me?
Would you talk quietly into my ear, making my skin prickle despite the glowing heat of the flames -- the heat between us?
Would you run your hands over me, pushing cloth aside to reveal naked flesh, while I urge you on with impatient moans?
Would you run your tongue along my body, pulling a gasp from my lungs, putting a quiver in my muscles, causing an aching need in my crotch?
Would you?