08-21-2020, 01:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-21-2020, 01:15 AM by Rowan Finnegan.)
Rowan’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of her sister’s voice from the front cabin of the RV. Taking a moment to review the night’s events, a wide smile crept across Rowan’s lips. She had not known such passion since her late husband and the debauchery they had enacted in New Orleans. It was invigorating. Moments of unbridled passion shared between loved ones was something that Vodun encouraged – indeed the Loa themselves took great delight in such unions. It was only too bad they did not have a few extra bodies at hand, the three of them could have gotten into some very creative positions if they had had a few extra limbs and tongues to play with. Rowan made a mental note to show the other two around to some of the more upscale Brothels located in Moscow.
The wounds from the previous day seemed a trifle – sex always had a healing effect on her. Oh, she would not wear a shorter dress for a few weeks to be sure, but she could ignore the itch and the pain that came with the body’s natural healing capabilities. It was too bad that Vale could not harness Magic, much less Heal with it.
With as much deftness as she could muster, Rowan slid silently from the satin wrapped mattress and moved into the bathroom where she attended to her morning needs. She took a few moments to half-assedly throw her hair up into a loose updo and threw on some concealer and eye make-up. A long, silk negligee was thrown on over her naked form and soft slippers came onto her feet. Taking a look in the mirror, she was proud of how delicious she looked with such little effort.
The door to the bathroom opened gently as Rowan made her way out and into the front of the RV to rejoin her lovers. Vale was already draped over Armande and Rowan smiled at them as she snaked an arm around her sister’s waist.
With the tilt of her head, Rowan spoke in honeyed tones, “Did the world end as we surrendered to the throes of pleasure?”
The wounds from the previous day seemed a trifle – sex always had a healing effect on her. Oh, she would not wear a shorter dress for a few weeks to be sure, but she could ignore the itch and the pain that came with the body’s natural healing capabilities. It was too bad that Vale could not harness Magic, much less Heal with it.
With as much deftness as she could muster, Rowan slid silently from the satin wrapped mattress and moved into the bathroom where she attended to her morning needs. She took a few moments to half-assedly throw her hair up into a loose updo and threw on some concealer and eye make-up. A long, silk negligee was thrown on over her naked form and soft slippers came onto her feet. Taking a look in the mirror, she was proud of how delicious she looked with such little effort.
The door to the bathroom opened gently as Rowan made her way out and into the front of the RV to rejoin her lovers. Vale was already draped over Armande and Rowan smiled at them as she snaked an arm around her sister’s waist.
With the tilt of her head, Rowan spoke in honeyed tones, “Did the world end as we surrendered to the throes of pleasure?”