Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 1, 2020 at 10:19:06 AM by Solomon
Solomon
Slow and sweet as molasses a smile spreads across her lips and he returns it with one that crinkles the edges of his eyes with it's sincerity. Like a moth to a flame she draws toward him, and he lets it happen. A part of him is curious to see if she will come within touching distance, close enough to tempt his charcoal lips into running through the silk soft strands of her mane.
She doesn't of course, although the knowing chuckle suggests to him that the possibility isn't entirely off the table if he plays his cards right.
Like a pianist she dances nimbly over his keys, pushing all the right notes to make him swoon. Her confidence matches his own and together they form a heady combination. Even as she admits to being lost, there is not a single iota of her that implies she isn't exactly where she wants to be and he can't help but respond to it.
It's friggin hot.
"It is." With a roguish grin he offers a rejoinder, taking a step closer. "I have it on good authority that I am, in fact, very good company, even if I'm not always strictly good"
The authority may be his own, but that still counted, right?
Masterfully she orchestrates the curtain fall of her tresses, drawing the attention of his eyes to the sexy sweep of her neck. Happy to play at her game, he allows her the intake of breath she inspires, not bothering to hide the small tell of his attraction. He doubts that she is unaware. He knows the look in his eyes could devour a herd whole with the hunger it emanates, and that his muscles are tense with the desire to surge forward and press his skin against hers.
"There's plenty of other ways to get to know one another, but if you insist," he offers with a playful wink, "my name is Solomon."
The lean tobiano shifts to draw them away, angling his body as an invitation for her to move closer. With a grin, he teases the pretty girl with a toss of his head. "Come, let us walk and talk. You can tell me about all about what makes you such a good conversation partner, stunningly good looks excluded."
Soon enough they could make their way to the Cove and the comforts it provided, but he wasn't about to turn down a stroll through the Meadow with such an intriguing mare.
She doesn't of course, although the knowing chuckle suggests to him that the possibility isn't entirely off the table if he plays his cards right.
Like a pianist she dances nimbly over his keys, pushing all the right notes to make him swoon. Her confidence matches his own and together they form a heady combination. Even as she admits to being lost, there is not a single iota of her that implies she isn't exactly where she wants to be and he can't help but respond to it.
It's friggin hot.
"It is." With a roguish grin he offers a rejoinder, taking a step closer. "I have it on good authority that I am, in fact, very good company, even if I'm not always strictly good"
The authority may be his own, but that still counted, right?
Masterfully she orchestrates the curtain fall of her tresses, drawing the attention of his eyes to the sexy sweep of her neck. Happy to play at her game, he allows her the intake of breath she inspires, not bothering to hide the small tell of his attraction. He doubts that she is unaware. He knows the look in his eyes could devour a herd whole with the hunger it emanates, and that his muscles are tense with the desire to surge forward and press his skin against hers.
"There's plenty of other ways to get to know one another, but if you insist," he offers with a playful wink, "my name is Solomon."
The lean tobiano shifts to draw them away, angling his body as an invitation for her to move closer. With a grin, he teases the pretty girl with a toss of his head. "Come, let us walk and talk. You can tell me about all about what makes you such a good conversation partner, stunningly good looks excluded."
Soon enough they could make their way to the Cove and the comforts it provided, but he wasn't about to turn down a stroll through the Meadow with such an intriguing mare.
Replies:
- all the sins, they knew no better - By seline July 6, 2020 at 02:01:42 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon July 7, 2020 at 12:30:04 PM
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