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Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2009
- Location
- Oregon
Neala muttered beneath her breath as she walked towards the house. Willed to her on her grandparents passing, she was now itâ??s sole owner. It was one of those gorgeous old fashioned houses, in one of those older neighborhoods. From what she had heard, over five generations of her family had lived in the house. Of course, Neala wasnâ??t your average run of the mill inheritor it seemed.
The house was a faded baby blue, and the lock on the front door was one of those old fashioned ones. She chuckled as she slipped the key into the lock, the old fashioned and large ornate skeleton keyâ?¦ was gorgeous. She collected them, the ring of them jingling at her waist as she opened the door. Her luggage had been moved here a week ago, and she had finally finished tying up the loose ends at her old home.
Boyfriend, dumped? Why? Found him in bed with her best friend. They said it was all her fault, because she didnâ??t give him what he needed. How was it her fault that she just wasnâ??t sure about sex. Much less the fact that she had never had it anyways. Best-Friend, well that was obviously taken care of. Job? She quit, when she realized she could sell antiques from the old home. There where heirlooms she would keep, and then just old junk that people seemed to be nuts about.
Neala spun the key now on her finger. She closed the door with her foot and hung her coat on the old claw hanger. She turned around and threw the deadbolt that had been recently installed. She had even had the doors steel enforced. Even with the old fashion lock the door had, the dead bolt and steel would keep the door from being busted down.
She kicked off her shoes and walked up the stares, all her bags where unpacked. Now she just needed a clean pair of clothes, a shit and a pair of jeans where picked from a drawer. She turned and walked down the hall, grabbing a pair of towels and a washcloth. All her other bathing supplies where already in the bathroom.
She stepped into the bathroom and got the water running. Stripping down to nothing now, she stood naked in the light of the bathrooms old vanity. She was a pretty woman, with a slim and lithe figure. Her body was much more athletic then it was anything else. She had a feline grace to her when she walked, and her face reflected that. Eyes tilted up at the corners, and cheekbones high and sculpted in look.
Her hair was dyed, a slightly dark purple tone. Her natural color was a bright almost white blond. It was also cut to about her shoulders, and cut in layers so it was whispy as hell. Her eyes where a startling violet sort of blue, surrounded by a dark almost black blue ring on its coloration. Her skin was slightly tanned, thanks to years of running out in the sun. That running also helped to sculpt her body into the beauty that it was.
Long slim legs, where lightly muscled, and there was evenâ?¦ tattoos. Yes she was a bit of an interesting female, ivy designs running up her legs. Resting on her right hip was an oriental dragon curls up on an egg. Across her collarbones was the design of a reclining panther, all stretched out. Between itâ??s paws was a single white rose. She had piercings as well, something she didnâ??t seem to mind much.
They where supposed to make sex more sensitized and energy filled. Not that her boyfriend really got to find out, sure they had made out and even gotten to the point of foreplayâ?¦ but he didnâ??t like to touch them. So still at twenty-four she was as she was. She had four piercings in the lobe of each ear. One in her tongue. There was a hoop in each nipple and her bellybutton, and there was yesâ?¦ a very cut and tiny hoop in her clitoris.
She stepped towards the shower and into the water, this was now her home. She would make a new life here. She relaxed into the hot water, hands traveling her body now. SHe was a firm believer in no body hair, that way when she ran... she wouldn't get as smelly ... She believed hair trapped the sweat and made it worse. "Damn... it's kinda lonely here." She murmured.
The house was a faded baby blue, and the lock on the front door was one of those old fashioned ones. She chuckled as she slipped the key into the lock, the old fashioned and large ornate skeleton keyâ?¦ was gorgeous. She collected them, the ring of them jingling at her waist as she opened the door. Her luggage had been moved here a week ago, and she had finally finished tying up the loose ends at her old home.
Boyfriend, dumped? Why? Found him in bed with her best friend. They said it was all her fault, because she didnâ??t give him what he needed. How was it her fault that she just wasnâ??t sure about sex. Much less the fact that she had never had it anyways. Best-Friend, well that was obviously taken care of. Job? She quit, when she realized she could sell antiques from the old home. There where heirlooms she would keep, and then just old junk that people seemed to be nuts about.
Neala spun the key now on her finger. She closed the door with her foot and hung her coat on the old claw hanger. She turned around and threw the deadbolt that had been recently installed. She had even had the doors steel enforced. Even with the old fashion lock the door had, the dead bolt and steel would keep the door from being busted down.
She kicked off her shoes and walked up the stares, all her bags where unpacked. Now she just needed a clean pair of clothes, a shit and a pair of jeans where picked from a drawer. She turned and walked down the hall, grabbing a pair of towels and a washcloth. All her other bathing supplies where already in the bathroom.
She stepped into the bathroom and got the water running. Stripping down to nothing now, she stood naked in the light of the bathrooms old vanity. She was a pretty woman, with a slim and lithe figure. Her body was much more athletic then it was anything else. She had a feline grace to her when she walked, and her face reflected that. Eyes tilted up at the corners, and cheekbones high and sculpted in look.
Her hair was dyed, a slightly dark purple tone. Her natural color was a bright almost white blond. It was also cut to about her shoulders, and cut in layers so it was whispy as hell. Her eyes where a startling violet sort of blue, surrounded by a dark almost black blue ring on its coloration. Her skin was slightly tanned, thanks to years of running out in the sun. That running also helped to sculpt her body into the beauty that it was.
Long slim legs, where lightly muscled, and there was evenâ?¦ tattoos. Yes she was a bit of an interesting female, ivy designs running up her legs. Resting on her right hip was an oriental dragon curls up on an egg. Across her collarbones was the design of a reclining panther, all stretched out. Between itâ??s paws was a single white rose. She had piercings as well, something she didnâ??t seem to mind much.
They where supposed to make sex more sensitized and energy filled. Not that her boyfriend really got to find out, sure they had made out and even gotten to the point of foreplayâ?¦ but he didnâ??t like to touch them. So still at twenty-four she was as she was. She had four piercings in the lobe of each ear. One in her tongue. There was a hoop in each nipple and her bellybutton, and there was yesâ?¦ a very cut and tiny hoop in her clitoris.
She stepped towards the shower and into the water, this was now her home. She would make a new life here. She relaxed into the hot water, hands traveling her body now. SHe was a firm believer in no body hair, that way when she ran... she wouldn't get as smelly ... She believed hair trapped the sweat and made it worse. "Damn... it's kinda lonely here." She murmured.
