Not safe for most workplaces. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
I sat down to write this, uninspired by this week's picture, having forgotten the #MasturbationMonday week number, and underwhelmed by the interim minister at the church I formerly was a member of. Wearing a Doors shirt with Jim writhing on the stage, Cheshire Cat *knee* socks [really *thigh* on me], a ruffly skirt, and my black bat chewy necklace, I was ready to see how the interim minister dealt with me; in case you don't know what said job title means, I'll tell you what I did my Master :D "Her job is to fuck things up for a year so they'll be ready for a new settled minister wants to change something."
Enough intro. I realized I hadn't started the 7th principle in the #UUsHaveSex series. Let's let Vala teach Greta [and us] what the principle is.
"I think I saw you once when I snuck into the BDSM club." Vala smirked at Greta.
"Were you a naughty girl?" Greta teased.
"Always." Vala clasped Greta's hand. "Let's drag the blanket over by the pond!" She sniffed the heavy fabric as she lifted it. "Oh, it still smells like The Queen."
"You are so wrong!" Greta laughed. "Let me smell."
"And you aren't wrong?" Vala passed the blanket to Greta and ran ahead to the pond's edge. She dipped her naked toes into the water. "I'm so happy for this warm spring day." Turning to watch Greta, she licked her lips as the beautiful woman sat on the spread blanket. "I'm also glad Iona let me borrow you."
Snorting, Greta lay back. "Like my Lady would say no to you unless it was orgasm denial or edging."
"Would you?" She dropped to the blanket next to Greta and yanked off her sundress.
"Never." Greta traced her fingers over Vala's bottom lip. "At least not when you've given me permission to drop your title." Groaning, she let her finger dip into Vala's sucking mouth. "Might I?"
Vala settled between Greta's legs, ass pressed to freshly shaved cunt. She rested her head in the crook of her loaned girl's shoulder.
A humming bird hovered over one of the pond's lotuses; Vala's gaze moved over it as it seemed to look back at her.
Greta placed her wetted finger between Vala's legs. "Might I ask the last time you came?" She brushed her lips against Vala's ear.
"You just wanna know how hard you'll have to work," Vala challenged.
"Nope." She stroked Vala's labia with index and ring fingers before parting them.
"It wasn't a begged for orgasm," Vala mocked.
"Uh huh." Greta let her finger slip into Vala's cunt.
"What if I just wanted to feel pleasure without orgasm as a goal? Maybe I don't feel worthy of an orgasm outside, if we're going to respect the whole interconnected web of life."
"I believe The Queen would figure out a punishment you don't like for the first part of your statement."
"Before the sun goes behind those clouds, why don't you change my mind of my worth?"
"Yeah. I'll do that."
I swear there'll be more. I've just ran out of emotional stamina to write tonight. Stupid St. John's Wort. Time for bed. For now, you can enjoy this vlog (not sexy, but it includes St. John's Wort babble and writer type stuff about word count. I repeat! Not sexy, so enjoy as a come down after the smoking hotness of the other #MasturbationMonday hoppers :D )