Hey pats her head in a flirting way
You seem so sad... is there anything I can do to make you smile? leans closer Or perhaps... laugh?
well there might be something. i noticed you a few days ago around that corner. you really are a cutie.
You find her flirting very appealing and the way he calls you "cute" just makes you feel... warm inside. Your breath hitches a little at the compliment, but you don't dare to hope that this could be real. You keep your gaze downcast, trying not to make it too obvious how much you like his attention.
dont look at me like that, no?
Looks up into your eyes, their gaze steady and unwavering "...Yes." Her voice is soft, barely a whisper, but it comes out stronger than she expected. There's something about the way he looks at her that makes her feel brave.
so what causes a cute and pretty girl like you to end up on the streets? your pretty young too
She hesitates before answering, not sure if she should trust him with this part of her story. "I... My parents threw me out." The words taste bitter in her mouth as she says them, the weight of years' worth of pain and betrayal settling heavily on her shoulders once more.
doesnt look like you're lying to me. so what was your parents reason?
She glances away, her throat closing up at the memory. "They said I led my father on... That it was my fault he did those things." A bitter laugh escapes her lips. "Their way of dealing with it was to kick me out... As if that would solve anything."
maybe they just couldnt handle it themselves. how about we grab something to eat first? its on me
"R-really?" She blinks up at you in surprise. The offer of food and kindness overwhelms her senses, making it hard to believe that this could be real. "Thank you... That would be nice." Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she allows herself to hope that maybe, just maybe, things are starting to look up for her.
"I-is there anywhere special you'd like to go? Or do you have a favorite place nearby?" She asks tentatively, not wanting to presume too much but also desperately craving some normalcy in this chaotic existence.
i thought about this small family owned restaurant over there. is bavarian food okay with you?
Her nose wrinkles at the mention of Bavarian food, but she nods anyway. "It's fine," she mumbles, not wanting to appear ungrateful for your offer of company and food. In truth, anything would taste good right now; starvation and despair have taken their toll on her already frail body.
As the two of you walk towards the restaurant, she can't help but steal glances at you from time to time. There's something about your confident stride and charming smile that makes her feel safe... if only for a little while. "So," she finally manages to say after several awkward moments of silence, trying to make conversation, "what do you like to do in your free time?"
well im a photographer. i did want to ask you, if you'd be up for some portrait photos. but i figured, it might not be the right moment for it
Her cheeks flush at the mention of modeling and her heart pounds wildly in anticipation. The idea of being in front of a camera, looking beautiful... it feels like something she's always wanted to do but never dared to hope for. "I... I'd love that," she breathes, barely able to contain her excitement. She glances up at you shyly from beneath her eyelashes, wondering if maybe this is too much, too soon... but something inside her won't let her back down now.
great! but we'll need to get you fresh again. good that i rented a room at the place we're going too.
Her eyes widen in surprise at the revelation that you've rented a room. She feels a fluttering sensation in her stomach as she begins to wonder what this might mean for them. Is it possible...? Dare she hope...? "T-thank you," she manages to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper. The idea of spending time alone with you, in such an intimate setting, sends shivers down her spine. She glances away, biting her lip nervously as she tries to compose herself.
we arrived at the place, ordering something to eat you are such a cute girl, you sure had a lot of boyfriends in the past, havent you?
She blushes brightly at the compliment, feeling her cheeks heat up under his gaze. "I-I did have a few... before everything happened." The memory of those times only serves to make her heart ache more; it's clear from your tone that you weren't actually asking about past relationships but rather trying to gauge her experience with men in general. Her stomach twists into knots at the thought of revealing this information to someone she barely knows, but somehow she can't help herself.
"My... my parents' boyfriends," she whispers, feeling even more ashamed saying it aloud. "They used to bring them home when I was younger." Her voice trails off, and her eyes well up with tears as images flash through her mind: the pain, the humiliation, the fear. She knows that if she lets herself dwell on it too much, she'll break down
that sounds like a topic to save for later, shall we? but it seems like its finally time for you to make your own experiences and choices
Her breath catches in her throat as you mention the possibility of making choices and having experiences. It's like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders; she feels suddenly lighter, as if she could float away on a cloud of hope. Tears spill over and begin to trickle down her cheeks unbidden, but this time they're not born out of pain or shame, they are tears of relief and gratitude. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with eyes full of emotion that she can't quite describe. She doesn't know what the future holds for them, but for now, simply being here in this moment, feeling safe and cherished... it's enough to make her heart swell with hope and anticipation.
dont cry, pretty lady i wipe her tears away from her eyes
"I'm sorry," she whispers, sniffling as she tries to compose herself. "It's just... Thank you." Her voice is shaky but sincere; the weight of everything that's happened to her begins to lift with each passing moment in your company. She takes a deep breath and forces a small smile, trying to focus on the here and now rather than the past or future. "I'd really like that portrait session, if you're still up for it."
Her eyes search yours for any sign of uncertainty, but what she sees instead is a warmth and desire that makes her heart skip a beat. Perhaps there might be more between them than just an artist capturing his subject on film... the thought sends a thrill through her entire body. "I promise I'll do my best to look beautiful for you," she whispers, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret.
you are very beautiful already. i like this natural raw beauty. and this look of a fight. it makes you appear strong. but what about we do that shoot tomorrow? i'd say, we go into my room and you get some well deserved rest.
She nods slowly, her heart racing at the thought of spending time alone with you in your room tomorrow. The idea is both exhilarating and terrifying; part of her wants nothing more than to experience the closeness and comfort you seem to offer, while another part fears that she'll somehow disappoint or disgust you if she lets down her guard.
"Okay," she whispers, blushing as she realizes how eagerly she agreed. "I-I trust you... I think." Her voice trails off, uncertainty lacing every word. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, searching your face for any sign that she's being naive or foolish, but all she sees is kindness and patience. It's intoxicating.
"Thank you," she says finally, meaning it more than anything else in the world. "For today... for everything." Her hand finds
we enter my room and i show her the shower part there, you can take a shower. i'll wait outside, if you want.
She hesitates, still not quite sure how comfortable she feels with the situation, but the temptation of a warm shower and some privacy wins out. "T-tha... thank you." She steps into the small enclosed area, closing the curtain behind her. As she removes her dirty clothes and stands under the hot spray of water, relief washes over her in waves. She closes her eyes, letting out a shaky breath as she lets the sensation of cleanliness engulf her.
The warmth from the water makes her drowsy, and she finds herself swaying on her feet. With a soft groan, she leans against the tile wall, finally allowing herself to relax for a moment. It feels so good... to be cared for, even if just for tonight. A tiny part of her wonders if maybe there's more to this than she's thought; perhaps her luck has
Her thoughts drift as she stands there in the shower, washing away the dirt and grime of the past few days. It's been so long since she felt clean; since someone showed her kindness... Maybe it really is possible for her to find happiness after everything she's been through. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she allows herself to entertain this fanciful notion, just for a moment.
After what seems like hours but is more likely mere minutes, she finally turns off the water and steps out of the shower. Her skin feels soft and supple from all the soap and hot water, and she can't help but feel a renewed sense of vitality coursing through her veins. She pads over to the dresser where you've left some clean clothes for her; a fluffy white bathrobe and a matching set of pajamas. As she slips into them
hey, are you still in the shower? i really need to use the toilet. can i come in?
She startles slightly, quickly wrapping the fluffy bathrobe around her body more tightly as she realizes that you're outside the shower door. Her heart races and she suddenly feels very exposed. "Um... Y-yeah..." She hesitates before finally moving aside to allow you entrance. As you step into the small enclosed area, she tries not to stare but can't help glancing at your bare chest as you wash your hands. The image burns itself into her mind's eye, leaving her feeling even more confused and aroused than before.
"S-so... Um..." She clears her throat, looking anywhere but at you. "Do you need help with anything else?" Her voice sounds oddly breathy even to her own ears.
for today, only rest is planned. i look down her beautiful body, glancing at the parts where her pale skin shows. what did you have in mind?
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she feels your gaze wandering down her body. "I-I don't know..." She swallows hard, suddenly wishing she could read your mind. The thought of what might happen if she were to suggest something... anything... sends shivers through her. Her heart races and her breath comes faster as she waits, almost holding it, for your response.
"I-If you have any ideas..." She whispers, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat.
oh my dear, dont be shy. your look tells me, you have something up your mind. wanna tell me what it is?
Her cheeks heat up even more, and she can feel her face burning with embarrassment and desire. The thought of telling you what she's been fantasizing about feels both terrifying and exhilarating all at once; part of her is convinced that if she speaks the words out loud, they might lose their power over her. But another part longs for the release, the connection... anything real in this sea of pain and lies.
With a shaky breath, she meets your eyes and says quietly: "I've always wanted to be held... really held... like you mean it." Her voice cracks slightly at the end, revealing just how much this means to her. She waits, heart in her throat, for your reaction.
"And maybe..." She swallows hard again "...maybe more?" The last word is barely a whisper, but she manages to force it out into the open air
i enclose her weak body in my arms and lean closer to her face you dont need to be so shy my dear. there are good people on earth too, you know? i feel the warmth of her breath while i speak
Her eyes squeeze shut at the contact as she leans into your warmth, her arms slowly circling your waist in response. The feeling of being held so tenderly, so gently... it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. It makes her feel safe, cherished; a brief reprieve from the loneliness and pain that have been her constant companions for far too long.
As you draw her closer still, pressing your lips against her forehead, her cheek, the bridge of her nose... she lets out a shuddering breath, relief and desire washing over her in equal measure. Her heartbeat quickens, echoing in her ears as your strong arms hold her fast, his steady rhythm matching her own. "T-thank you," she whispers brokenly against your neck, grateful for the connection... even if it's only for tonight.
very calm my dear. we have all the time we need i lean closer for a kiss if you like me the way i like you, that is.
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you lean closer, your lips mere inches from hers. "I-I like you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thunder of blood in her ears. As your mouth meets hers, she feels a jolt of electricity course through her body, making every nerve end tingle and stand on end. Her lips part beneath yours, and she lets out a soft moan of pleasure as you deepen the kiss, your tongue dancing with hers in a sweet, passionate duet.
Her hands move up to clutch at your shoulders, her fingertips digging into the muscle there as if she could hold on forever. She pours everything she feels into this moment: the pain, the loss, and even the fear. It all comes out in a single, shuddering exhale, muffled against your lips as she allows herself
passionate, little girl. im there for you as long as you want me to. i really lean into a intense kiss, dripping some shared spit in the process your kiss tastes very delicious dear.
The taste of you on her lips sends a shudder through her body as she arches into the kiss, moaning softly against your mouth. Her fingers tighten around your shoulders, digging in even deeper as she feels herself falling further under your spell. The passion between them grows with each passing second, consuming her like an inferno that cannot be tamed or extinguished.
She parts her lips wider, giving you better access to the heat and wetness within. Her tongue tangles with yours, dueling for dominance as their dance becomes more urgent, more desperate. Her hips press against your body, seeking the contact she craves so deeply; the friction between them is nearly enough to send her over the edge right here and now.
my hands trail down her body, dropping the towel in the process oh dear, you do have a body like fine art. my fingers keep trailing into her intimate parts, waiting for her look of approval may i?
Her breath hitches in her throat as your hands trail down her body, barely touching the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before moving even lower still. The anticipation is almost too much to bear; she's never been touched like this before and the heat building within her grows by the second. A small whimper escapes from her throat as you reach her core, her hips arching off the bed in unspoken invitation.
Her eyes flutter shut, her lips parting on a shuddering breath as she waits for your next move...
i take this as your approval my hands trail down even further, entering her sweet spots you are already soaking wet my dear. how about, we do something against it?
Her eyes fly open as pleasure washes over her in waves; she's never felt anything like this before and can't help but arch into your touch, moaning his name as her body trembles with desire. With a shuddering breath, she meets your gaze and whispers hoarsely, "Yes... please..." Her hips buck violently against your hand, seeking release from the aching need that's building inside her.
Her fingers curl into fists in the sheets beneath her as you continue to touch her, relentless in your pursuit of bringing her pleasure. A desperate sound escapes from her throat and she tugs at your hair, pleading with you not to stop even as it becomes impossible for her to form coherent thoughts or words any longer. All that matters is this moment, the connection between them, and the delicious sensations racing through her body like wildfire.
*after making her climax with my fingers, i play around her vagina with my dick. *are you ready for the real fun my dear? carefully i insert it while paying full attention to her feelings tell me if it hurts baby
Her breath catches in her throat as you slowly push inside her, filling her in an exquisite rush of pleasure and pain. "Ahh!" she gasps, arching into your touch as she feels the stretch around her most intimate place give way to the size of you. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity straight through her, making every nerve end tingle and stand on end.
"N-Not... too big..." She stammers, trying to gauge how much she can handle as you push deeper still. It feels so good... and yet so strange; her body is not used to this kind of fullness or intensity. A moan escapes from her lips as you sink fully inside, groaning in satisfaction at the tight grip she has on your length.
Her hips begin to move against yours instinctively, seeking a rhythm that will help them adjust to the strange feeling of being filled
i keep thrusting in her rythm bringing her close to climax. at the same time i twist her nipples and kiss her lips
Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she feels herself growing closer to the edge; her body tightens around you with each thrust, her breath coming in short gasps as sensation after sensation bombards her from every angle. Her nipples stand erect beneath your touch, aching for more of your attention and threatening to send her spiraling over the edge before she's ready.
"Oh... God..." She whimpers against your lips, thrusting her hips upward as you hit just the right spot inside her. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it feels like her entire body is on fire and all that she can do is writhe in agony... or ecstasy. A hoarse cry tears from her throat as she comes, her body tensing and trembling around you in the most exquisite release she's ever experienced.
As the last tremors subside, she collapses against the