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 Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2019 4:20 pm
Picture The Port of Chiba is the largest seaport in Japan, located in Chiba Prefecture on the interior of Tokyo Bay. The Port spans 24,800 hectares (61,000 acres) across the cities of Ichikawa, Funabashi, Narashino, Chiba, Ichihara, and Sodegaura.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2019 2:24 pm
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  It had been a long day to say the least. A grown man that didn't know how to sit still in the chair; rattling off audacious claims about his artist's heavy handedness each time sombebody demanded the oaf sit still. In the end, Hyde kicked him out. Heavy handed? Not a chance. The majority of his clientele were much younger... softer, too. Most needed a gentle touch, especially when it was their first time. That was always a special occasion; ceremonious almost. One he'd invariably delight in and take additional care. Better to ease into things, to utilize tried and true technique instead of senselessly pounding away at sensitive skin.
All thoughts of the workplace erode away as the silver fox nears his favorite haunt, however. Shitty dive bar proudly displayed flickering neon sign, it's door badly chipping paint and only hanging onto it's hinges by a slim thread of faith, hope, and miracles. It certainly wasn't the nicest place but... the barkeep was cool. She always gave him free drinks too.
Widely swinging aperture hardly even encompasses broad mantle that strides in with typical confidence. There isn't even the chance to get situated before friendly face oozing flirtation slides some sort of indian pale ale down the bar and directly into his hand.
"Well, look who decided to show up. You keep disappearin' on me, and i'm gonna have to stick ya with a tracking chip. I was even tempted to file a missing person's report, ya know."
He believed every word of friendly threat. After all, the brunette had shown up at his house multiple times since long past fornication... odd, and more than a little creepy considering Hyde had never even offered an address to visit. But... these craft beers were expensive, and so long as they flowed free of charge; he'd entertain potential stalker with some friendly conversation.
"Please don't. If you ******** up and fry my circuitry with some bootleg microchip, I doubt i'm ever coming back."
Thirst slaked by hoppy and bitter beverage, roving irides of mismatched tones langorously sift through potential for the night. Seldom were there new faces here, and one so fresh and young stuck out like a sore thumb. A wild mess of a fiery mane pulled back into loose tail, though strands at the fore still managed to perfectly frame heart shaped face. Rouge tinted cheeks nicely fluffed as if in permanent pout, there was no doubt that granny enjoyed pinching the absolute s**t out of them. Long and slender column partially exposed by scrunched canary turtleneck, Hyde can't help but think how much better it'd look with his own hands ringed 'round it.
She's... adorable. I can't even say cute, that doesn't do this little creature nearly enough justice.
It was unsurprising that eye contact is inevitably made, given how long bold admiration lingers unabashed. Devil may care half smile cracked, half empty cylinder is raised by it's handle in mock toast before silver eye shutters; leaving it's azure counterpart open in a swift and fleeting wink. Not long after is bartender flagged down, the beginnings of a half concocted plan ignited at last.
"Hey, you see that girl over there? Yeah, the ginger. Nah, I think this one has a soul. Well, look into those huge green eyes and try to tell me otherwise with a straight face Jessie. Anyways... get her another round. You ain't gotta tell her it's from me though. Jus' make sure she sees ya pour it."
In today's day and age, final request was borne out of practicality towards safety. Any woman with common sense knew better than to accept random drinks in random establishments, after all. Jessie stops directly in front of wildfire's embodiment; liquor of choice flowing into a double sized shot glass through choked nozzle.
"This one's free of charge."
Not entirely true, but the white lie did stick to assigned script nonethless.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2019 9:08 am
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You come here often?
He nearly choked on heady brew; barely maintaining the semblance of suave composure as mirth is held at bay. When mug is finally laid to rest does visage of varying tones meet her own; a merry twinkle dancing behind those eyes.
"Heh. Obviously you don't; There's no forgetting your face, and I don't remember buying it a drink before."
Per prying presses 'neath probing pads, she'd find an iron hard physique; unnaturally so. Flexing was unnecessary, in his case. Pseudo flesh didn't give an inch beneath layers of realistic skin, no matter how hard it was squeezed. As if form was wrought from an otherworldly alloy; the stuff of gods. In reality, it was mostly non-ferrous and durable practical metal compounds; forged to be lightweight, yet tough enough to take a beating.
"Most of 'em, yeah. Except this one. It was my first, but the only piece that ain't original. Kinda stereotypical but... shoot me I guess."
Firmly grasping slender wrist, explorative touch is taken by tour guide to the back of left hand; where it is guided in tracing the subtly raised lines of an inked eye that sits vertically across weathered canvas.
Thorned crown of starlight cants back, refreshment polished off before another one slides across the bar; using the other as a backstop as it halts with a clink! Directly in front of him. Jessie didn't miss a single beat.
"Slow ya roll. I've known you like... what? All of ninety seconds?"
She's got spunk, at least. The thought rings approval. Silence and crickets as she rattles off the most basic of qualifications, though piqued is interest at the mention of higher learning geared towards artistic tendencies. He'd never went to college, but didn't deny the aid it gave to fledgling creators.
"Maybe start with that, next time? It... might make you an actual candidate. What school are you at?"
Pause as brew is pulled from heavily, refreshed gasp relinquished before continuation. Attentive vision is intentionally langorous in it's journey; starting from the ground up, and then back down again as Hyperion mentally undresses sylph nubility whorling in hypnotic siren song for a lone sailor at sea. If the silver fox had been a wolf, he might have licked ravenous chops at hot and ready meal served on a silver platter. He nearly does so anyways at the sound of teasing oration.
"Um... hell yeah, let's shoot a round. You any good?"
Absolutely not. Truth of the matter revealed almost instantly, it was both humorous and adorable; watching her pretend to line up her breaking shot like a professional.
"Here. Stick the tip riiight in... there. On the bridge between thumb and fore--yup. Now, you'll wanna fold the forefinger over it for more control..."
She'd feel gentle instruction paint the back of exposed ear in warm breath; The sheer enormity of his figure nearly enough to absorb diminutive curves as steel forged pectorals press into slender back; arms aligning with each of her own in strong and firm guidance.
"Just like that. Now, shoot with your entire arm. Try to keep your wrist out of the equation. It'll give you more control. Should feel something like... thiiisss..."
Pelvis firmly presses up against counterpart irresistible in all aspects as footing readjusts; The pool stick in shared grasp moved back and forth slow and controlled as prime example. Firmly guided through the shot, pool cue smacks into the brightly colored spheres ahead with a solid CLACK!; putting the entire table into total disarray as balls rapidly rebound every which way.
"BOOM! Hot damn that was a nice shot. Looks like you're stripes then."
Alluring duckling would feel the rumble of thunderstorm laughter emanate from chest molded against arching spine, vibrative thrum deep and husky. He was all provocation; experienced masculine sensuality, with no shame in the game being played.
Seething amber gaze from the bar burns a hole into massive back. He knows where it comes from, can almost physically feel the weight... and yet it is ignored. This clash of interests wasn't an uncommon occurence, and had grown easy enough to shrug off over time.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 7:27 pm
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"Good choice. How are those with strawberries?"
Major credit is given where due in regard to her choice of drink; It was clever, coy even. Mirth bubbles in effervescence; intoxicated on more than the liquor continuously filling halcyon beast's belly.
Throughout serving their brew does brunette beaut remain tight lipped in both facial expression and demeanor; silent and decidedly brisk through it all while shooting the occasional glare with lacerating edge in Hyde's direction... who seemed thoroughly invested in ignoring her, choosing instead to fixate upon the elongated zipper that somehow managed to hold together latex without bursting under such duress.
Responding smile is thick, rich and viscous as sultry sauntering brings mesmerizing curvity back into grasp's reach. Sensual bump and grind erects skyscraper currently doubling as a thighscraper, madama butterfly stepping into spider's parlour upon soothingly suave beck and call.
"Yeah? A few key pointers? Number one: keep a solid grip on the shaft; don't be scared. I promise it won't break. Number Two:--"
Spoken as forceful grab lifts buxom bodice by latex sheathed behind, lifting dainty weight with the ease of child's play before setting her in a sitting fashion on the table; the crooks of knees aligned perfectly against faux wooden edge. Parting lithesome legs with a gentle prod to the inside of each from the pool cue's back end, he'd take an invading step into personal space; practically face to face with fiery haired idol gazing up, enwraptured.
"Make sure each thrust is solid. Don't stutter or hesitate; drive all the way through. with every... single... ooone ~"
Jawline chiseled from granite angles downward, Bulging and veined forelimb wreathing 'round the dip of slight waist as shifting hips gyrate once in time with obvious innuendo, then an elongated second time against plastique sheathed lotus garden.
The course of their personal Titanic only has one possible outcome, and what a magnificent head on collision it was. They press back and forth into each other; scaldingly intense yet still softly intimate in the wax and wane of their synchronized tide. Duckling proves to be not so innocent; slithering pink vessel moves in far too practiced of a motion around his own.
Somewhere in the background, an exasperated exhale can be heard from the bar; from where white cloth rag sails across the room and nails Hyde directly in the back of the head with stunning precision.
"Will you two get a ******** room? Please!? You're scaring my customers away."
Despite proclomation towards barwide discontent, Jessie seemed the only one overly perturbed. Ohhh, and was she salty. All about, from the countertop to her clothes did hellish flames flicker; cascading free from locks and spreading to everything she touched whilst working. Of course flirting might have faltered ever so slightly as the couple laughed, but there was never going to be a complete halt to such a crazy train. Hands thrown up in exasperation, the barkeep rolls out from behind her station and towards outward swinging front door.
"I need a ********' cigarette. Try not to rut on the ********' bartop while i'm gone."
Furious vexations muttered under seething breath as trails of illusory conflagration are left in furious female's wake. Eventually they all sputter out and no real damage was done, but it made for quite the dramatic scene. Certainly heated things up.
"A dash? Hrmm... where to th--OH. Well alriiight. How abouuut... winner gets to decide what the loser has to take off first? What do you think? Ya feelin' lucky, --...Wait, what's your name?"
It was probably something he'd be saying a lot later anyways. In regards to their drinks, he polishes off his; petals smacking at fruity alcoholic taste before handing Duckie hers so she could do the same.
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