Velvet-Tied-Cherub
Planetoid
- Joined
- May 16, 2022
Luna Macintosh heaved a heavy sigh that rippled over the snowy dunes of her chest, the bright cyan tank top granting her all the favors in regards to showing off her immense curves, especially above the waist, her ravine of cleavages several inches long. Her unpainted long nailed dainty hand reached up beneath her side-swept ruby bangs, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow as she looked down a the box, the -last- one she needed to unpack.
Most of her clothes, which was why she went with the simple shirt and black leggings that held her dense hips currently, slightly modest but pert behind (compared to her chest at least) and down to her supple legs, currently just in some ankle socks that were blue with fishes on them.
Her pastel green eyes that sat behind her small round glasses took a glance upon her new room...well, -old- room, the walls still painted her favorite blue, her current shirt almost matching them, and little paper-machete jellyfish lantern of different colors still strung all about and hanging, giving the space an oceanic feel.
The nostalgia alone was quite nice.
Sure it was...difficult to ignore the pangs of embarrassment...moving back in with dear old dad, the ink on the divorce papers barely dried...but it wasn't as though she were financially destitute, she would have made enough to afford a nice two bedroom apartment all on her own if she wanted, however, the idea of living alone...it wasn't something she was especially enthused by, and this would be good for her father. Ever since mom passed, sure he'd been keeping busy..but frankly, almost too busy. The man was in his 60's and decided to keep working! And he kept starting all these projects for the house...and then starting on a -new- project before the old one was finished, and he was achy more often and -pretending- to be ok when everyone knew he wasn't a young buck anymore, and just...
Who knows what could happen if he went too overboard one day and no one was around, it had been a worry for her since he became a widower.
Luna swallowed, having successfully mentally consoled herself that yes, again, she -had- made the right decision, and she took down her long river of scarlet hair from its clip, the wavy tresses falling down to the small of her back.
With a hum she turned on her heels and figured now was as good a time as any to get a snack, to fuel her creativity, and perhaps get some writing done.
She began to descend the stairs from the second floor house, each step causing the monumental orbs on her chest to give a small ripple, like just beneath that white satin surface was water, both bundles doing soft bounces in tandem to match the tune of her gait, the voluptuous four-eyed beauty scarcely being able to make any move without the rebound reaching her plentiful chest in at least a moderate springy motion.
Lets see, she could work more on her story 'Tooth and Rose', the epic series about cannibalistic tooth fires in a war against Flower Elves who specifically worshiped the rose above all else...
Her pale pink lips stretched into a mischievous little smirk, thinking about how her dad was off at work, and she began to ponder, ooooooor, she could write another chapter for A Beast Offered For A Beauty, her little spin on the classic beauty and the beast...but with far more suggestive situation. Sure it had been done over and over by many the erotic writer, taking that tale and adding some spice to it, however, there was a -reason- for that.
The plot was fuckin fun to make!
It was just so easy to get steamy with it too~
Being able to indulge in all the kinky acts she never really got to experience in her own life...especially with the extremely vanilla, and almost submissive himself, Asher Loied...her ex-husband.
Though, as she came upon the last three steps before the ground floor, her nose creased as she was unfortunate enough to briefly think of that blonde haired source-of-her-heart-break, her ears caught sound of a slow creeeeak of that janky front door of theres.
It was only 2pm, surely her dad wasn't home yet?
Though, maybe he came back for lunch? That was a possibility.
The woman shaped like the most classic form of an hourglass lifted her head and looked forward to the front door, mouth open about to greet her parent but the words stopping short as her verdant gleam took in a different figure and her startled heart leapt up into her throat.
Most of her clothes, which was why she went with the simple shirt and black leggings that held her dense hips currently, slightly modest but pert behind (compared to her chest at least) and down to her supple legs, currently just in some ankle socks that were blue with fishes on them.
Her pastel green eyes that sat behind her small round glasses took a glance upon her new room...well, -old- room, the walls still painted her favorite blue, her current shirt almost matching them, and little paper-machete jellyfish lantern of different colors still strung all about and hanging, giving the space an oceanic feel.
The nostalgia alone was quite nice.
Sure it was...difficult to ignore the pangs of embarrassment...moving back in with dear old dad, the ink on the divorce papers barely dried...but it wasn't as though she were financially destitute, she would have made enough to afford a nice two bedroom apartment all on her own if she wanted, however, the idea of living alone...it wasn't something she was especially enthused by, and this would be good for her father. Ever since mom passed, sure he'd been keeping busy..but frankly, almost too busy. The man was in his 60's and decided to keep working! And he kept starting all these projects for the house...and then starting on a -new- project before the old one was finished, and he was achy more often and -pretending- to be ok when everyone knew he wasn't a young buck anymore, and just...
Who knows what could happen if he went too overboard one day and no one was around, it had been a worry for her since he became a widower.
Luna swallowed, having successfully mentally consoled herself that yes, again, she -had- made the right decision, and she took down her long river of scarlet hair from its clip, the wavy tresses falling down to the small of her back.
With a hum she turned on her heels and figured now was as good a time as any to get a snack, to fuel her creativity, and perhaps get some writing done.
She began to descend the stairs from the second floor house, each step causing the monumental orbs on her chest to give a small ripple, like just beneath that white satin surface was water, both bundles doing soft bounces in tandem to match the tune of her gait, the voluptuous four-eyed beauty scarcely being able to make any move without the rebound reaching her plentiful chest in at least a moderate springy motion.
Lets see, she could work more on her story 'Tooth and Rose', the epic series about cannibalistic tooth fires in a war against Flower Elves who specifically worshiped the rose above all else...
Her pale pink lips stretched into a mischievous little smirk, thinking about how her dad was off at work, and she began to ponder, ooooooor, she could write another chapter for A Beast Offered For A Beauty, her little spin on the classic beauty and the beast...but with far more suggestive situation. Sure it had been done over and over by many the erotic writer, taking that tale and adding some spice to it, however, there was a -reason- for that.
The plot was fuckin fun to make!
It was just so easy to get steamy with it too~
Being able to indulge in all the kinky acts she never really got to experience in her own life...especially with the extremely vanilla, and almost submissive himself, Asher Loied...her ex-husband.
Though, as she came upon the last three steps before the ground floor, her nose creased as she was unfortunate enough to briefly think of that blonde haired source-of-her-heart-break, her ears caught sound of a slow creeeeak of that janky front door of theres.
It was only 2pm, surely her dad wasn't home yet?
Though, maybe he came back for lunch? That was a possibility.
The woman shaped like the most classic form of an hourglass lifted her head and looked forward to the front door, mouth open about to greet her parent but the words stopping short as her verdant gleam took in a different figure and her startled heart leapt up into her throat.