[ another selfie, of the skirt up and over his hips. underneath is a black lacy pair of underwear, the side straps hugging all the way up to his waist. ]
[Pardon him while he turns six shades of deep blue and purple as he flushes at the sight on his phone. Which he promptly has to hide and shiftily look around to make sure no one else could've seen. He has to adjust the collar of his shirt because SHEW is he warm now.]
A-a-ah. Th-those are lovely. Yes.
[He sends before he realizes that the voice to text translated his stutter. Not that his fingers would've done any better at typing just then, especially not as he's retreating somewhere less... out in the open.]
really? you love them? i'm not sure about the back view. what do you think?
[ a third photo, this time of molly's ass. the black lace barely covers his round cheeks, straps criss-crossing up his waist. he's leading up to something, dorian, just you wait. it's about to get even warmer in your private corner. ]
[His ass looks amazing, and the delicate lace tucked up under his tail where the straps start to criss-cross above and around it perfectly. He's imagining all kinds of dirty things he wants to do with that ass...]
[ there's a pause, of molly typing and deleting a few times. he has a particularly saucy photo saved to send last, but the way dorian is responding is so wholesome, so sincere... he almost doesn't have the heart. ]
[More risque?? The last two photos barely left much to the imagination, the lacey underwear was almost see-through and fit snug against his curves. It hugged his package tight and barely covered his ass. He would be lying if he said he'd been looking at the last two pictures respectfully. They were racy as is, how much more risque could this get? Unless...
He's definitely making sure he's slipped off to his room where no one will disturb him. At this rate, he's going to need to let off some steam. Maybe take a cold shower.]
I'm... I'm somewhere safe and alone. Though I uh, I wish you were here too.
maybe now you can think about me, sitting on top of you, dressed like this. teasing you with this.
[ the fourth and final photo is the same as the one before, though now molly pulls one cheek to the side. the thin string of the underwear is wrapped around a lithe finger, revealing a shimmering blue gemstone end of a butt plug. ]
[ molly sends one last picture before he sets foot out the door, this time of his full look. the black dress, heels to match that lace up his leg. a silver clutch is in one hand, pressing against his side. ]
i'll be home before you know it. meet at mine in a few hours?
I wish I looked that good in a dress. I'll see about wearing something nice for you~
. . .
[And as promised, he'll have that sheer, shimmery, beige chiffon, low cut, and flowy shirt with a sexy little sash. He's got his jacket over it while he waits for Molly to come home so he doesn't draw too much attention because it leaves very little to the imagination with his blue skin and fit form very visible through the sleek fabric. His pants are palazzo style, equally loose-fitting and flowy, with slits from the top of the ankle cuff to just below his hip. They only really show off skin when he walks, but they're comfy as hell.]
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wingedboots) wrote2021-12-03 07:43 pm
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these, mostly.
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A-a-ah. Th-those are lovely. Yes.
[He sends before he realizes that the voice to text translated his stutter. Not that his fingers would've done any better at typing just then, especially not as he's retreating somewhere less... out in the open.]
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[ a third photo, this time of molly's ass. the black lace barely covers his round cheeks, straps criss-crossing up his waist. he's leading up to something, dorian, just you wait. it's about to get even warmer in your private corner. ]
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But yes, it's... it's a great view.
[His ass looks amazing, and the delicate lace tucked up under his tail where the straps start to criss-cross above and around it perfectly. He's imagining all kinds of dirty things he wants to do with that ass...]
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[ there's a pause, of molly typing and deleting a few times. he has a particularly saucy photo saved to send last, but the way dorian is responding is so wholesome, so sincere... he almost doesn't have the heart. ]
the last picture i have is a little
risque.
may i send it?
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[More risque?? The last two photos barely left much to the imagination, the lacey underwear was almost see-through and fit snug against his curves. It hugged his package tight and barely covered his ass. He would be lying if he said he'd been looking at the last two pictures respectfully. They were racy as is, how much more risque could this get? Unless...
He's definitely making sure he's slipped off to his room where no one will disturb him. At this rate, he's going to need to let off some steam. Maybe take a cold shower.]
I'm... I'm somewhere safe and alone. Though I uh, I wish you were here too.
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[ the fourth and final photo is the same as the one before, though now molly pulls one cheek to the side. the thin string of the underwear is wrapped around a lithe finger, revealing a shimmering blue gemstone end of a butt plug. ]
i hope it isn't too much?
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Good things! Well... filthy things.
I-is that... comfortable?
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it’s very comfortable. keeps me aware of what it’s like to have other things in me.
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[Or the thought to. Not that he's opposed or doesn't know about the toy, but it's just never crossed his mind before now.]
Do you just... wear that around all day? A-and that feels nice?
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i’d love to show you how it feels sometime.
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I just--I've never uhm... I always top? So uh. Yeah.
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What are your plans for the evening?
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after the party i'm expected to attend. think you can hold out that long?
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Mmn, ngl, it's going to be really hard. But I'll keep it warmed up for you...
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i'll be home before you know it. meet at mine in a few hours?
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[And as promised, he'll have that sheer, shimmery, beige chiffon, low cut, and flowy shirt with a sexy little sash. He's got his jacket over it while he waits for Molly to come home so he doesn't draw too much attention because it leaves very little to the imagination with his blue skin and fit form very visible through the sleek fabric. His pants are palazzo style, equally loose-fitting and flowy, with slits from the top of the ankle cuff to just below his hip. They only really show off skin when he walks, but they're comfy as hell.]