South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

My own Form of CHAOS


Posted on November 06, 2019 by Damon Marcello
South


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She had to know that her wish was still very much his command. She was eternally his puppeteer now and he, her helpless doll. If she said the other end of the world, he would set the course and get them there as fast as he could. He was too distracted by her lips to do much else though, loving the way she bit into her bottom lip and how her eyes lit up as he touched it with his finger, prying the cushion away from her teeth. He couldn't help but want a taste of her lips after and he was never disappointed. He could feel his body responding just as he felt her own replying in kind. It was intoxicating every time he could sense her libido heighten and know that he was the one doing it. When he pulled away and she gave him a pout, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't worry, mi amore. We have all the time in the world." He reminded her.

He loved the sound of the moan from her lips. It was a heady sensation. When he offered his hand, she took it and he led her downstairs into the cabin. He'd set everything to romantic earlier on, wanting it all to be perfect for her, every step of the way. As she released his hand, he stood still as a statue, his eyes glued to her as she moved across the room. He was like a man caught in a trance, his gaze hot and hungry only for her as she moved away from him. She started to pull the pins from her hair and he let out a breath of appreciation as it finally fell down her shoulders in waves. His fingers twitched, aching to run through the fiery curls as she then moved her hair aside and looked at him over her shoulder, exposing the zipper of her dress. He didn't need to be told twice. His lips curling into an ever appreciative smirk, he stepped across the cabin to her, his fingers slipping around the zipper and slowly pulling it down, his hands moving to follow the fabric off her shoulders, helping it to pool around her legs.

He inhaled sharply as he took in the beauty of his wife, her every curve so pure and inviting. It was pure torture. He licked his lips, his arms drawing around her waist to tuck her into his chest for a moment as he landed soft kisses on her neck. "My temptress, my goddess. No matter the shores we find ourselves on, you will forever haunt my dreams." His lips brushed her shoulder and then her back, his fingers working down her spine to remove any other articles of lingerie she might be hiding under that dress. He appreciated it all, but right now, it was only in the way of his true prize. Only when she was bare before him did he move to gently lift her up and carry her to the bed, gingerly setting her on it as he stood for a moment, admiring her at every angle. Leaning down, he pressed a single hand to her stomach, cradling it fondly before he lowered his head, his ear pressed to the mound as he listened for the briefest moment.

"You don't know how lucky you are, little one, to be loved by a woman such as this." He whispered before placing a soft kiss on her stomach. Only then did he raise his gaze to her. "Shall I join you?" With a playful smirk, he then moved to remove his own clothing, eager as ever to worship her in his own fashion.


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