Bottle Voyage

[pinksidekicking]

Who: Nimona & Everyone
Status: Open
Where: Everywhere
What: Messages in a bottle!
Warnings: Spam, some serious questions

A fun little icebreaker game where people can either make bottle spam or ask for serious advice! Feel free to tag other people's messages too! Make friends across the lines of Corsair and Paladin.

Comments

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[garudas]

You could always simply take it if you want it that much.

But you're going to have to be clearer than that if what you want is a proper answer.

>:)

[tilfrosset]

I cannot! That would make me no better than a fiend.

[Wow, anonymous person, what kind of suggestion is that?]

What am I asking pertains to something of a personal and intimate nature between two people.

[garudas]

[...

....

Oh, for the love of—]

You mean sex.

[Underlines it for good measure.]

[tilfrosset]

[She sees the note come back with a little too much ink being used underneath one particular word and frowns. Jill is fully aware of what she means; she just hasn't gotten to the level of comfort of saying the word out loud around people she doesn't know, especially anonymous ones.]

Yes, I am. Which is why I cannot just take it.

[garudas]

[She would be surprised at how many would be willing to let her.

But Benedikta will say nothing of the sort.]

I suppose the answer would depend on the partner. I take it you are looking to try something new.

[tilfrosset]

Not quite.

I mean, perhaps. I do not know what exactly, though, because my main issue is that I would like to do more than the one time we already have. But I do not know how to say so or if he even wishes to do so. Little has been said since that night.

[Little? More like nothing at all.]

[garudas]

So then just say so.

[If only she could see how she rolls her eyes.]

If you are not willing to take action yourself, then how is he supposed to know? I assume this is not some indulgence you sought on Naughtilist. A man who would not listen to his lady's wishes is no man at all.

[tilfrosset]

Absolutely not.

[If only Jill could make how offended she sounds come through the ink. To imply she would pay to bed a stranger!]

We had spent the night together before both of us were pulled here. But as I said, the subject has not come up between us either then or now. My assumption was that he was preoccupied with things at home, but here... I do not know. Perhaps he did not enjoy himself and does not want to upset me by telling me so.

[garudas]

Did not enjoy himself? It's hard for a man to hide that fact, and I have not met a single one who has been able to mask it well.

When you were together, did he moan? Sing your name for the stars? Curl his toes?

[Spill. Everything.]

[tilfrosset]

Back then, I thought he did when he finished.

[But did she finish herself? A mystery for the ages.

The next part of the letter puts Jill into such a state of distress, she almost tosses the half-finished letter back into the sea, sans bottle. What kind of questions are these? They're so scandalous!]

I cannot report on the state of his... toes. But otherwise he was quiet. He's not a man of many words to begin with.

[Which she thought was just Clive being Clive, but now second thoughts are happening and Jill is wondering that if he didn't do any of those things, perhaps the problem at hand is truly her fault.]

[garudas]

But he finished. If that is the truth, then he enjoyed himself.

[That's what matters, Jill.]

You will learn rather quickly that men are simple creatures, but I am sure there are things you could do that would draw some pleasant sounds out of him, no matter how quiet he is otherwise, and make it more enjoyable for you both since it seems to me that you seek more out of it, too.

[tilfrosset]

What kind of things?

[Founder, is she going to regret asking this? Jill believes so, but if she's thinking that if she has to suffer through the embarrassment, at least it will benefit Clive. Sacrifices for love and what not.]

[garudas]

[Oh, Jill.

She's just going to get right down to it. No sense in beating around the bush to spare this fair maiden. She wanted advice, so advice is what she will get.]

Next time you bed him, test his limits.

Is his hair long enough for you to give it a little tug? Then do so. Rake your nails over his skin. Tease a little with your teeth. Give his lips or his ears a nip, more if he seems to like it. His neck, too. Men do love that. Do not be afraid to explore with your mouth. You are sure to find all of his favourite places eventually.

And then ask him to do the same.

Guide him. When he touches you, show him where. Reward him when he finds just the right spot.

You'll find all of this turns into a fun little game for the both of you.

But do not let him forget to take care of you. It is just as much about your pleasure as it is his. A man should never get to finish until his lady is sated.

[She finds herself thinking back... remembering the things that he had taught her, and the things that she learned when she was a "fair maiden", too.

And all of this is on the tamer side. If she wants to go deeper, Benedikta will. :) ]

[tilfrosset]

[Once Jill unrolls the letter and quickly scans it, there is no limit to her regret. The words, as tame as they really are, burn themselves into her eyes and Jill slams the parchment face down on her lap as if someone could creep up behind her at anytime and read it over her shoulder. Nevermind no one is near her, just the thought alone makes her want to die a little inside.

But surely the stranger on the other expects an answer and Jill takes a deep breath, writing a quick reply. If one is paying attention, her usually neat and fine handwriting seems a little shaky around the edges.]


That is quite a bit to take in.

[garudas]

[After all she wrote to help you, anonymous bottle maiden!?

Though, she does laugh at the noticeably shakier penmanship. Seems she has struck something. Good. That was the point.]

Then let us break it down, shall we? What part is it that you are having trouble comprehending?

[tilfrosset]

All of it. It's so bold?

But to begin with, what do I say if he asks where I learned this from? I do not want him to think I've bedded someone else for practice.

[garudas]

Your body? A book? Advice from a message in a bottle?

Where you discovered it won't matter to him when he's lost in you.