Hi darling HI. I can NOT BELIEVE that you wrote us lesbian!Frankie/Jamia striptease porn. I can not BEGIN TO TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM THAT I WROTE THAT LINE. *________*
I never in my wildest DREAMS could have imagined that THIS would have happened when I wrote that throwaway line. It is the GREATEST THING. I love you A LOT. I mean, it wasn't exactly a throwaway, because in my mind, it had HAPPENED, you know? Like, I hadn't planned it all out, but this was the kind of girlfriend Jamia was. And the kind of relationship they have. They're SOLID, you know? And you captured that so BEAUTIFULLY and PERFECTLY. I can't say enough about it. Like, you wrote our girls so exactly the way that I imagined them in my head. And all the little clues you give us about their relationship and the way they are together. It's just... I can't imagine a better person to write in this universe, and I'm so so happy that you wanted to.
I love how it begins, how Frankie is still getting used to having a PERSON. To having J, and that she can kiss her whenever she wants to. Adorable. And then thinking about Jamia's sex noises... *_____*
Frankie blasted Black Flag with the windows rolled down all the way to Jamia's house.
Ugh, YES. That is SO perfect. And so HER. Smoking way too many cigarettes and blasting music with the windows down. <3333
She couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was low, with a woman's voice singing huskily, so intensely sexy, somehow, her knees almost buckled.
This is awesome - the ~~atmosphere. I love that Jamia PLANNED this, you know? What music were you picturing? Did you have someone specific in mind?
The spaghetti straps looked like they were made out of glitter or fucking pixie dust or something, and the material itself was shimmery, picking up all the warmth of the candles and encasing Jamia's curves in a way that made all the blood in Frankie's body rush directly to her cunt.
Just. MMMMMMMMMMM... I love this. I love this description and how perfectly I can picture it allll. So gorgeous.
like her entire plan was to get Frankie so hot and bothered, she would actually die from it, which Frankie really, really thought she might.
This is SO AWESOME. I love that we are RIGHT THERE with Frankie, seeing Jamia and feeling everything. It is SO HOT and perfect. *_____*
Then she grinned right at Frankie and blew her a kiss. "The only rule is," she said, voice low, "you can look, but you can't touch."
UNFFFFFF. Hi, that is so fucking hot. Her VOICE. I can imagine it exactly. I love that.
She was beautiful. She was beautiful. If Frankie had ever wondered what a personal show like this would feel like, she would have probably thought it'd be awkward or embarrassing or just kind of lame. But this was so fucking off-the-charts intense, she couldn't even formulate a thought beyond holy shit.
I love this. LOVE it. Because, totally - you would think that it might be weird. And I love that she acknowledges that and then says how it's the exact fucking OPPOSITE of that.
She wanted her hands all over Jamia's perfect fucking ass, the way it moved under that dress, the way she knew it looked when she fucked Jamia from behind.
She suddenly looked like herself again, a mixture of vaguely awkward and kind of tough, with a tiny rueful grin. For a second, Frankie almost forgot about what the rest of her looked like.
OH MY GOD. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Like, you've taken us to this RIDICULOUSLY HOT PLACE, and then for a second, you bring it back and it's about the PERSON - the TWO OF THEM. Ugh, I fucking love that. I love the way you do that. <3333
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I never in my wildest DREAMS could have imagined that THIS would have happened when I wrote that throwaway line. It is the GREATEST THING. I love you A LOT. I mean, it wasn't exactly a throwaway, because in my mind, it had HAPPENED, you know? Like, I hadn't planned it all out, but this was the kind of girlfriend Jamia was. And the kind of relationship they have. They're SOLID, you know? And you captured that so BEAUTIFULLY and PERFECTLY. I can't say enough about it. Like, you wrote our girls so exactly the way that I imagined them in my head. And all the little clues you give us about their relationship and the way they are together. It's just... I can't imagine a better person to write in this universe, and I'm so so happy that you wanted to.
I love how it begins, how Frankie is still getting used to having a PERSON. To having J, and that she can kiss her whenever she wants to. Adorable. And then thinking about Jamia's sex noises... *_____*
Frankie blasted Black Flag with the windows rolled down all the way to Jamia's house.
Ugh, YES. That is SO perfect. And so HER. Smoking way too many cigarettes and blasting music with the windows down. <3333
She couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was low, with a woman's voice singing huskily, so intensely sexy, somehow, her knees almost buckled.
This is awesome - the ~~atmosphere. I love that Jamia PLANNED this, you know? What music were you picturing? Did you have someone specific in mind?
The spaghetti straps looked like they were made out of glitter or fucking pixie dust or something, and the material itself was shimmery, picking up all the warmth of the candles and encasing Jamia's curves in a way that made all the blood in Frankie's body rush directly to her cunt.
Just. MMMMMMMMMMM... I love this. I love this description and how perfectly I can picture it allll. So gorgeous.
like her entire plan was to get Frankie so hot and bothered, she would actually die from it, which Frankie really, really thought she might.
This is SO AWESOME. I love that we are RIGHT THERE with Frankie, seeing Jamia and feeling everything. It is SO HOT and perfect. *_____*
Then she grinned right at Frankie and blew her a kiss. "The only rule is," she said, voice low, "you can look, but you can't touch."
UNFFFFFF. Hi, that is so fucking hot. Her VOICE. I can imagine it exactly. I love that.
She was beautiful. She was beautiful. If Frankie had ever wondered what a personal show like this would feel like, she would have probably thought it'd be awkward or embarrassing or just kind of lame. But this was so fucking off-the-charts intense, she couldn't even formulate a thought beyond holy shit.
I love this. LOVE it. Because, totally - you would think that it might be weird. And I love that she acknowledges that and then says how it's the exact fucking OPPOSITE of that.
She wanted her hands all over Jamia's perfect fucking ass, the way it moved under that dress, the way she knew it looked when she fucked Jamia from behind.
ohhhhhhhhhmygod. because. yes. yes. that. JFC. *____*
She suddenly looked like herself again, a mixture of vaguely awkward and kind of tough, with a tiny rueful grin. For a second, Frankie almost forgot about what the rest of her looked like.
OH MY GOD. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Like, you've taken us to this RIDICULOUSLY HOT PLACE, and then for a second, you bring it back and it's about the PERSON - the TWO OF THEM. Ugh, I fucking love that. I love the way you do that. <3333