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I've liked that too, Steve. I've felt how good you can make me feel when I'm persistent in the asking for what I want.

Yes, please. I would like to think of it, before you show me where to put my lips.

[ confident that she can stumble her way through any words she might not immediately identify, skills of deduction at the ready. ]

i like it when you ask, too.

it's kinda hard to not picture you on your knees for this, but it doesn't have to be that exactly. either way, looking at me with your mouth open. your tongue running over the length of my cock to start. love to feel your mouth on me

I will do my best to keep asking, since we both like it.

Is that how it's usually done? On the knees in front of you?
You like the idea of me meeting your eyes when I do this?
Does it taste good? [ does he know? she asks because it feels like a fair question ]
You'll get harder when my tongue is on you, no? On your cock.

[ not a lot she's going to be able to conjure up to add to this, not yet, just asking clarifying questions about all of it. ]

[Fuck. He's hard now, just having her ask those questions.]

there's a lot of ways you can do it. being on your knees is like what one thinks of, but i can also be laying on the bed. or you can, but that way is a little... rougher since i control the movements, and i don't know how much you can take. in your mouth. if you know what i mean. it's like only if you feel ready for that, want someone else to take the lead on it
and yeah, any guy would be lucky to have you on your knees in front of them, if i get to watch you while you take my cock in your mouth? it's a turn on, yeah
it tastes... kind of like skin. you might taste precum eventually. have you tasted that before?
and yeah, your tongue will make me really hard. it's hot and wet, and if you suck your cheeks in or lick over it
fuck daphne, i'm already hard just from thinking about it

[ she's trying to learn here, okay; when he brings up her relinquishing control, him taking the lead, that starts to get her wet, though. more so when he starts to mention her tongue, using words she can associate with her own arousal. hot. wet. ]

No. I haven't tasted that before. I don't know what precum is.

Are you?
Maybe I should come over, then.
Perhaps put some of this knowledge to the test while it's still so fresh.

Do you prefer one of those positions over another?
I like it when you put me where you want me.

precum is before a man cums. it's still sticky, a little more clear. means i'm getting close, that what you're doing feels good

are you offering to come over and suck me off, daphne? because i promise i won't say no to that

on your knees is hot
like really hot
it like shows that your really want my cock
which like i want you to want

[ learning some basic vocab here. thanks, steve! ]

Oh, okay...

Might I be so bold, Steve?
I think that that is exactly what I am offering, yes.

[ she's blushing though, through the words she's about to type. ]

I do want that. Your cock. I cannot imagine not wanting you.

you can definitely be bold. tell me when and where you want me, baby. i won't say no to that

[ speaking of being bold -- ]

Come to my house. Tonight. 9?

[ she knows how to ping addresses to be people too, one of the few skills on her device she's learned, so she sends that off. ]

i usually get off my evening shift a little after 8. i'll take a slow walk over

see you soon, daphne

[And by slow walk, he grabs something to eat after his shift at Cafe Leblanc before catching a cab out to the suburbs of the city. He's maybe only ten minutes early or so as he steps out of the car and pays the cabby. It's a nice house in a nice area, and he's not at all surprised by that.

So he steps up to the door and knocks, waiting for her to answer while he checks out the outside of the house.]

I'll see you soon, Steve.

[ daphne keeps her bedroom tidy and organized, mirroring how she's grown up since aging out of being a child. sure, she's always had servants to help clean up after her so it's taken time to include that in her schedule, but she's done it. she can't deal with messiness. so her room is already neatly made up, white linens tucked away, bed basically perfect.

she's spent her day at home otherwise, no fanciful attributes to her hair or clothing, though she does sweep her hair up into one of her classic ponytails and puts a yellow dress on shortly before steve will arrive.

downstairs when she hears the knock, she goes to answer it, feet bare, pulling the door back with a brightening smile, touch of color spreading on her cheeks when she first glimpses him. ] Steve, hi. [ and she steps back to let him come inside. ] I'm glad you could come over.

[ she has little in the way of grace when it comes to stepping into talking about sex or sexy things with any natural ease, so she leaves it there. ]

Would you care for a drink?

[It's hard to not look her over. Even in something simple, she's radiant and stands out. He smiles lightly, feeling a little sheepish for his jeans and polo, but he came right over when she was talking to him like that.]

Hey. You look... nice. [Like always. His smile is subtle, but genuine. Instinct takes over, and he's leaning in for a gentle kiss, hand on her elbow.]

No. I'm good. Do you? [In case she is nervous.]

[ nerves tingle through her, but daphne smiles back, looking over steve admirably. he's always handsome, she's found.

a light inhale when he moves in for a soft kiss, one she gladly leans into.

to that, though, her head nods faintly. ] I do not. [ another beat and perk of her smile before she reaches to take his hand in hers. ] I could give you a tour, or we can...go upstairs.

[ where her bedroom is, which she hopes is obvious, cheeks coloring with a hint of pink. ]

[He senses the nerves now that he's here, but he just wants her to feel comfortable. It's clearly not something she's used to, and he's okay with that. He takes her hand with a small smile, tilting her hand.]

How about you lead the way, babe. You take me where you want me, and I'll be fine wherever we end up.

[A tour or straight in her bedroom with her mouth on his cock.]

[ another blush when he calls her by a term of endearment, but daphne nods and starts to lead him through the hall, directly up the stairs, a beeline for her bedroom. ]

You are always so accomodating, Steve. [ said as they go up, stolen smile for him. ] I appreciate it.

[ and when she pulls her bedroom door open, she glances at him with raised brows and quickly pulls him inside, shutting the door behind them. first man ever in her room. she drops his hand to push the door closed with both hands, taking a moment to breath and turn back to him, smile lighting up on her lips even as she blushes. confidence through the nerves!

after a couple moments of silence, daphne moves to sit at the edge of her neatly made bed, looking at steve so he'll join her. and only then, with a cant of her head. ] I do not know how to be forward in person, Steve. [ or, well, she doesn't think she does, her lower lip working against her teeth. ] What should we do first?

[Steve is pretty happy that she's taking him right upstairs, and he can't help the little smirk that peaks out. This is more what he wanted, but he would have followed her anywhere if it made her comfortable.]

I just want to make sure you want this, you know? [To not pressure her if anything changed. He was there for her. He's just a little eager now that they're in her room, and she's closing the door behind them both.

Steve takes a seat after she does, gently taking her hands. She is still nervous, and that's not at all surprising.]

We can get undressed. Start there, yeah? You can touch me or kiss me or do whatever you want. [He's already pulling his shirt off to get started.]

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[ choosing partners for sexual activity. well, it'd been a foreign concept to daphne before doing so fell into her lap in duplicity. marrying simon, the two merely went hand in hand -- you are intimate with your husband, one's wife, and that's how life goes. now, though, there's a glint in her eyes, appreciation for steve but also herself for being wise in having picked him to explore sexually with. ]

I do know that. [ simple response. it's true. she can feel how respectful of a man he is, that he's also a genuine friend and cares about her, her comfort and safety.

daphne's eyes lock with his once he sits down, takes her hands, her own fingers easing with him. she likes being able to rely on him to lead them along, at least at the start, a guiding hand all but required to ease her tensions. she nods, bottom lips just slipping further into her mouth, top row of teeth grazing along it as she considers touching, kissing him, doing whatever she likes.

there's a faint swallow when he takes off his shirt, and as soon as it's removed, daphne leans closer to him. sets a hand over one of his pecs, face coming in toward his, lips immediately kissing his, deepening the kiss instantly. she wants this, craves to be bold, and it's a small start, sure, but it's what she chooses to do. letting that linger for several seconds, daphne dips back, eyes wide and lusty as she starts to stand again. shifts her arms, pulling her dress up over her head and letting it fall in a pile on the floor. she has a petticoat on under it, but just a sheer, light white skirt. her top is bare, breasts exposed now, absolutely bringing another flush on her cheeks but her body language is confident. she joins steve again, sidling up close to him, fingers lowering to the waistband of his pants, over the button there, her head tilting as she looks curiously down at it. ]

I have never undressed a man before. [ simply stated, thumb rubbing curiously over fabric and the button. ] Much less one in modern clothing.

[He can tell she's getting bolder, wanting to do more with him, and that in and of itself is a turn on, to see her come out of her shell. Steve smirks a little at knowing the things she wants to do to him. He stays stiff, flexing his muscles when she touches him, wanting those hands to travel and explore more as he keeps her gaze.]

Do you need help or do you want to do it? It is just a button and a zipper below, but you can undo it if you want, pull my cock out. [He doesn't make to move, yet, just watching her reaction when he says 'cock', trying to gauge how much she wants this, how dirty she wants to get, and if she might like if he encourages her with dirty talk himself.]

[ daphne's belly goes tighter, her breath holding and breasts rising when she feels how his muscles flex. her head starts to tilt when he asks that, brows rising minutely until her expression steadies out, head shaking firmly. she breathes in, lips pushing together at his cruder speech, eyes dazzling in intrigue and anticipation. ]

I'll do it. [ determined, focused, her lips twisting to the side as she leans down over his lap enough to see what she's doing more. perhaps he'd lean to give her a little more access, but she won't think to push at him or ask him to, her fingers delicately exploring. running fingertips around the button, humming when she realizes how it must be fastened in. she pulls the tiny corner of denim out, too soft at first, then harder until there's give and the button slips out. it's not complicated, simple really, but she can't help how her head lifts back up to smile at him, pleased with herself. small victories! her head turns even more to the side as she taps at the zipper's teeny tab, how its teeth pull apart as she drags it down. slowly, interested in how it functions. distracted by that for the moments she's occupied in getting his jeans open.

once the zipper's down, her tongue peeks out and she casts him a sidelong glance, staring for a couple of seconds. one hand falls onto his thigh, the other on the bed between them, as daphne shifts up to kiss him. opens her lips, pushes her tongue into his mouth to tangle theirs together. all as her hand squeezes his thigh, fingers dragging up to cover over where his jeans are open, slipping in to feel fully over the fabric of his underwear, over his cock.

she holds that kiss until she has to take the time to breathe, breaking it but keeping her face close to his. pressing her forehead to steve's, peeking down over his lap again, her other hand joining to start pulling his cock out, a low, heady hum at the sight of him. fingers of one hand softly graze down the side of his shaft, her body shifting away so she can peer into his eyes. ]

I like how you look, Steve. [ not at all against hearing the dirty talk, at all, but her experience is still limited so she'll go with these earnest phrases, for now. ]

[He does everything in his power to keep his breathing level. There is something innocent about her learning to undo his pants. He likes it a little more than he wants to admit, all the little smiles and the proud looks she gives him as she learns his clothes.

The kiss he returns is searing, wanting more of her mouth, more of her. Her hand dips into his pants, and she's rubbing over his cock. God, even that alone feels good, and he groans against her mouth. His cock begins to twitch to life before she's pulling back from the kiss. She's fully got his cock out, and he's looking down to watch her soft hand ghosting over his hardening length.]

Like how my cock is getting hard with your pretty little hand around it? [He can be dirty for the both of them.]

[ daphne's breathing grows more labored when steve kisses her back with such passion, air holding when he starts to speak. delivers words that shoot a coil of want through her belly, licking down between her legs. she nods several times, fingers finding a more solid grip, growing firmer, thumb running along the vein down his shaft. she hums curiously, focus shifting back to hardening flesh. ] I do like that. You must like how my fingers feel, very much.

[ she nibbles on her bottom lip, peeking back at him before daphne starts to move again. bolder now, standing back up, letting go of his dick only to gaze into his eyes. pull her remaining article of clothing off, a light petticoat, sliding it slowly over her hips, thinking it would be fun to make a little show of it. she's fully aware it's the first time she's been completely naked in front of him, so her skin does light up with a flush but she's moving along with it.

she nudges her head past him to the head of her bed. ] Get a pillow for me, Steve. [ to which, she holds her hand out expectantly. takes it once he hands one over, and she lets it drop to between his feet. looks into his eyes after she toes the pillow into place, reaches to put a hand on either of his knees and starts to lower herself down, kneeling, palms sliding up along denim.

daphne bites her lip, pulls at skin between her teeth as she looks to him. ] Where do you like to be touched the most, Steve? Where should I lick you first?

I like the idea of what you're about to do to me. [Not that her fingers didn't feel good, but there are a lot of things going on to make him as hard as he's getting for her. Plus he has the knowledge that she came to him for this, wanting to do this with him.

Her apprehension seems to dissipate, and he likes this bolder Daphne, the one that asks for a pillow to which he hands her. She gets down on her knees in front of him, his cock out and hard, and he lets her settle there. Fuck if that's not one of the best sights he's seen though, her on her knees ready for him.]

Start where you're curious. I promise it's going to feel good, and I want you to go at your pace with that's comfortable first. You can learn more about the things I like as we go.

[More importantly he wants her to like this, to keep wanting to do this.]

[ daphne listens intently, head cocking as he answer. as he rounds those words out, she nods slowly. ] All right. That sounds sensible.

[ her palms drift up the tops of his legs from his knees, her shoulders leaning in a little as her head cants. her grey eyes dazzle with curiosity, the length of him sizable and intriguing.

a hand moves to rest at his thigh, the other moving to run fingers onto his belly. fingertips rub in place over body hair, gradually sinking down until they’re resting at the side of his cock, at the very base. her gaze flits up to him, her fore and middle fingers drawing a line up the side of him, stopping halfway. she says nothing, just looks up through her lashes.

letting all of her fingers rest on his cock, they start to curl around, dragging agonizingly slow upward. her face tilts in, eyes narrowing as she spots the way precum beads at the tip. her fingers move up, up, her thumb brushing up over his cockhead, smearing slick in place.

daphne hums at the feel of it, keeps her hand very loosely around the middle of his cock. leans in, drags her tongue fully over steve’s tip, humming again at the taste, shifting away after a few seconds. peers up at him, cock in her hand. ]

Is it good?

[ happy to explore, but she can’t help checking in to ask that. ]

[He has a little bit of hair sloping below his navel, leading to a bit of curls above his cock. He does keep it trimmed, but preferring some hair there over it being completely gone. He's not an overly hairy guy, but enough on his chest and the happy trail pointing south. He keeps it in check, and his body hair is important to him. He is still of the impression that 'chicks dig it', but also apparently so do guys.

His hand on her is so careful and almost delicately placed that it's hard to not twitch in her hand. She explores the way he feels, and he lets her, leaning back and getting comfortable as he watches her just hold onto his cock, stroking it slowly before leaning in to run her tongue along the head of his cock. He knows she'll taste him, and he gives a nod at her answer.]

You don't have to stop in the middle to ask. I promise anytime your mouth is on me, it feels good.

[ her fingers tighten a little around his dick, idly since it's the main action she's in the midst of even as she listens for steve's answer. a blush blooms over her cheeks, pink and turning redder, lips pressing in and down, soft swallow as she nods. ] All right.

[ doesn't think she's done anything wrong, per say, but does feel a little out of her depth. she's not certain if he doesn't want to hear her speak or if it's that he truly doesn't wish for her to stop, or if he's merely angling to aid her. to make her more comfortable in moving forward, but she couldn't have hid the show of embarrassment.

she drags her hand down so she can hold loosely onto his cock by its base, head angling so she can lick over his cockhead again. still curiously learning, absorbing, the unique salty taste of him, humming as it spreads out over her tongue. she repeats that for a short while, mouth open as she laps over him, looking up to meet his eyes. breath holding for a moment, her lips move to encircle around his tip, soft skin touching soft, the silky sensation making her breathe out harder. pace slow, she lets her mouth wrap around him, just an inch of hard flesh. holds like that for a few seconds, head tilting faintly as she considers. then, daphne sucks, still soft, too soft probably, and she dips her mouth down fractions of an inch, focus drawn up to see how steve reacts.

eyes still searching for approval, praise, whatever he might do say or do to encourage her. ]

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