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Post by Aleiah Marskov on Jan 9, 2011 23:02:08 GMT -5
 In the early morn, Aleiah had already had some fun; she owed a several girls at the brothel the pleasure of having her. With pleasure she took the girls to the private rooms and instantly giddy laughter could be heard through the house. Not only was the laughter present, but there was a lot of miscellaneous sounds coming from behind those closed doors. Though seeing as how this room was strategically placed in Torn's brothel it just sounded like another exciting morning with the girls and boys of his "palace." Of course, that's a daily occurrence so you'd never guess which boys or which girls were in which room.
For a while Aleiah laid on the bed as she watched the happy girls exit the room. She didn't want to move for a while, but her bare body began to grow frigid as cold air filled the room. The door was still open. For a moment she sat there, still hot, fondling herself. Aleiah was already growing bored, but she was still hot in just the right spots. She needed a companion. Removing herself from the bed as she licked her fingers she put the main layers of her clothing on. Exiting the room with her undergarments still flung on the floor, most of Torn's kids knew that was the room she preferred and they were to not touch it without her in there, she walked down the stairs into the main room of the brothel.
Some of the girls and boys were playing with their lovers as she threw herself on one of the many pieces of interesting furniture in the room. She had a feeling that Torn or some ignorant person would pop in, the person however would not know what they wanted in being there, though Torn would know exactly what he wanted. Sometimes Torn was refreshing from all the other people she would see in a days time, but he could also get to be too much. However, if anyone were to pop up at this moment while she was relaxing with her eyes shut, she hoped it would be Torn... or some other bloke that knew what he wanted.
As of now she decided she wanted someone who would take control of the situation, but wouldn't mind a little teasing at first. Aleiah was in the mood to play, or talk, she didn't want to jump the gun and just get along with what she was supposed to do. Thus Torn would be quite refreshing, but if she could find a male or a female that could be interesting in a little game and teasing before the actual deed she'd be quite the happy brothel girl. Of course if it were a Wyeshing man that walked up to her they wouldn't be able to take control of the situation, many of them couldn't. Of course, the same goes for most travelers. On the other hand men from Carthonia were quite able to control woman with a certain ease, but they didn't appreciate teasing as much. At least not from her experience.
An abrupt sigh-moan crossover belted from her mouth as she situated herself on the furniture. She wasn't quite sure what to do as she lay there waiting for something or someone to entertain her.
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word count 680
notes <3 her
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Post by MUSENDA TORN VELESH on Jan 10, 2011 20:51:27 GMT -5
 
Torn had slipped out early, not something so common for a man that hated mornings. Though sometimes you just had to get out a little early, like when you really didn't want to see some annoying person as the first thing of the day. His job was to play and entertain, never a thing about caring about their dammed problems.
He had used the morning meeting with people outside his little place and taking care of things that may have been put off for longer than they should have. Well, they couldn't complain for Torn had come through. He knew that he would have to go back sooner or later, maybe find something to do until he had to deal with work again.
Well sooner was usually better than later, some problem always seemed to show its self when he left. Torn made his way back humming some tune he only partially remembered, the tune going completely off track. Torn pushed opened the door with a bit of flourish and a smile back on his face thinking of what could happen next. Almost daring one of them to come up and complain about something or report to him about something.
Though all that was pushed aside as he caught sight of something much more interesting. He leaned over the back, his face close to hers with that smile on his face like a happy little child. "Aw whats wrong with the pretty little kitten?" he asked still leaning over, "Did you miss me too much?"
TAG: Aleiah
WORDS: [/color] less than you .-. NOTES:[/color] Torn is in good mood, I think? CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size] |
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Post by Aleiah Marskov on Jan 13, 2011 18:14:09 GMT -5
Aleiah had made up her mind that no one would randomly pop up and bother her, so she let her guard down. She started to relax, her mind completely blank, shutting out most of the people in the brothel because she wanted to relax in peace. Though the first place her mind went was the night her father was murdered in front of her eyes. She quickly became restless as the images and sound flashed in her mind, she almost fell from the seat in which she was lying on. Opening her eyes quickly to catch herself she moaned, mumbling to herself about how she needs to stop falling asleep. Her father's death was all she dreamed about lately.
Rolling her eyes as she decidedly sat up, maybe sitting up would be better than laying down, instead. She whipped her head quickly in the way of his voice, her heart beat skipping several beats as it sped up. "Must you sneak up like that?" Aleiah had grown quite a loathing to people sneaking up, though that was a rational fear seeing as how her father had lost his life because he was snuck up on. She smiled at him before she nodded her head at his words, "Simply bored is all." Normally he hated to hear those words from his girls or boys, but she was a little more special then him... and she heard those words spill from his lips more than once. She turned her whole body to face him. "Of course I missed you darling," she snickered, "Who wouldn't?"
Smiling she offered him a seat beside her, suddenly having the urge to talk, or play. It was quite odd her feelings right now, they were so jumbled and mixed up. She wasn't all herself and she needed some comfort. Often, she went to Torn during moments like this... somehow, in his odd ways, he would comfort her. Though, it probably was probably in the most unusual way. She didn't know how to approach it, but she needed to tell him. He knew that often when her mind went on her father she couldn't concentrate so well... "I'm thinking of him again." Her voice was quiet, and her eyes were nervous.
for torn
word count 373
notes poor aleiah
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Post by MUSENDA TORN VELESH on Jan 23, 2011 23:46:57 GMT -5
"Well if I didn't sneak up on you then where would I get my fun for the day in at?" he asked that playful smile on those lips as he crossed the one ankle over the other leaning over the furniture still. He clicked the metal against his teeth as he listened to her talk. "Well then maybe I might drag you out to come with me next time that way you can't miss me so much," he said with a wink.
He couldn't have a bored kitten, even one such as his little Aleiah, was bad for many things including himself and business. Torn slid over the fabric not wanting to walk all the way around and take a 'proper' seat on the seat Aleiah had offered him. The day he worried about being proper would be the day he died.
The tall male pulled his little kitten over into his lap, letting both of them sprawl over the large chair. His hands snaked around her waist, maybe a bit too low for 'comfort' but that was the way the man worked. "Well then, we shall just have to think of something new to take your mind off such things," he said as he moved sliding a hand over her eyes with the other still on her waist, "What does the little Aleiah wish?"
TAG: Aleiah
WORDS: [/color] over 200 NOTES:[/color] short but I think its kinda..... cute? CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size] |
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Post by Aleiah Marskov on Jan 24, 2011 23:06:49 GMT -5
Aleiah rolled her eyes at the boy, "Typical you would find sneaking up on a gentle soul such as mine, as fun." She laughed, her eyes bright as she looked at the wonderful face of her boss. Though he seemed so unusual and rugged, he also seemed so beautiful and elegant. Which are words that you wouldn't normally associate with the owner of such a brothel as his. If anything it was lowly, depending on the opinion of some Ceradonia men and women, and unkempt. This place had become Aleiah's home. She had nothing else, no one else but the people who walked these grounds.
Her father had died, and her mother and siblings had abandoned her. All though, her moving to Wyeshing with her father had been her choice. It had also been her choice to never go back to Carthonia. She was perfectly well where she was. Or at least... she liked to believe she was though she was alone and seeing a different man or woman every night. But she was having fun and she could work her schedule anyway she pleased.
"Inviting me to your outings," she teased, "I'm pleased." She smiled as Torn snaked his way over the fabric of his vibrant furniture and sat next to her. "You really are such a doll," she poked fun at him. Aleiah knew Torn could take a joke, especially one from her, though from some people she found it was quite annoying and she understood why he got irritated at times. The man deserved her admiration. He could deal with all his boys and girls and still make time to have his own fun. He knew how to set them all straight.
A little after he sat she looked around. "You know, I have not seen Rosto around." She laughed, "And usually that little boy can sniff you out and is where ever you are." Though the little cat did have a mind of his own and often disappeared at random, he was often with Torn. At least he was when she saw him the most. Smiling as he talked of taking her mind of things, "Wouldn't that be just great." Letting a weak giggle fall from her as he pulled her onto his lap, his hands around her waist.
"That would be wonderful," she seemed to be playing with Torn slightly. It would be great to have her mind off things... she thought too much as is. Aleiah was always thinking about something, and lately it had been about her father or her loneliness. Torn seemed to be really good at getting her mind off those petty thoughts... but only several days later she was back to thinking the same thing. What did she wish? She wished she could forget, she wished she had someone constant in her life. She smiled before she said, "Aleiah wishes to play a game." Her voice seemed sneaky and lusty.
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word count 490
notes awe she got all confused and repeated herself in different ways <3 look what torn does to her
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Post by MUSENDA TORN VELESH on Feb 15, 2011 1:48:37 GMT -5
"Gentle soul?" he asked raising an eyebrow playfully, "Are you sure we are talking of the same person?" A little smile to match his word, as he messed with her just as she was with him. It always seemed to go this way with this girl, though he had to admit it was nice to have someone who could compete with him in this twisting of words they always somehow ended up having.
"Mmm, sure you can come, but no one else," he added the second part on quickly, "I am not running out some little trip for all these boys and girls." Torn raised his chin at her comment, gesturing a hand to his face, "You really think so? Hmm at least someone sees that besides myself." That smirk reappearing as he spoke. If she wanted to play this way, he would return it right back.
He played with her clothing that rested on top of her hip bone quiet for a moment. "Rosto....," he said quietly at first, "Well he is my cat after all." That statement ending with a laugh, honestly it was anyones guess as to where that white sphynx was at all but Torn's suggestion didn't sound far off from possible. "Unless you'd rather play with that little beast than me.... ?" he asked as if he were truly concerned.
"A game?" he asked his chin resting on top of her head, "Any game? Every game? Oh how the Aleiah confuses my poor mind." Torn continued with the over dramatizing as was a staple of being Musenda Torn.
TAG: little aleiah
WORDS: [/color] two. six. four NOTES:[/color] he talks so much CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size] |
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Post by Aleiah Marskov on Feb 22, 2011 0:03:23 GMT -5
Aleiah turned her head quickly, stifling her childish blushing with a fit of adolescent giggles. She didn't know what was coming of her, but Torn always brought a giddy side out of her. She could easily keep up with this boys word games as if she were his kin, though they had grown up together, they were never close enough to think of them as kin. When she finally came to terms with her incessant laughter she smiled at Torn with a childish grin on her face, "Of course, I am talking of the same person... Who else would I be talking of, you?" She scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes back before she winked at him for good measure.
"So just me and you, on your special little trips," she laughed, "How endearing and thoughtful." Her tone seemed coated with playful sarcasm, but there was an honest smile on her face as she fiddled her fingers together in her lap. Aleiah smile at his quick reaction to her comment, he was always good at being quick and acting on her comments... as well as comments made by others. Though the reactions she got for her own comments always made her smile, no matter what.
Torn really was a doll, and he was always so kind and gentle with her... for the most part. Honestly, he could probably be the most abusive ass hole in the world and she'd still be stuck right here beside him doing this same thing everyday. Aleiah couldn't really see herself anywhere else doing anything else with anyone else. She was a brothel girl, this is where she would stay. Pathetic as it may be.
"Oh darling Torn," she placed her fingers along his small wrist. "You know you're the only true beast I want to play with..." She laughed, before she added, "Rosto can always go find himself some other play thing to play with."
She laughed as she had confused her darling Torn. "Any game, every game. As long as I get to play the game with you." She turned to face him more, looking at him with a mysterious and mischievous glint in her eyes, and a playful smile on her face. "I'll let you choose the game," she winked, "You've always been much better at picking out games to play."
for torn~
word count 388
notes eh~
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