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Online Video Q and A with Tamara Seward

[As the video stream begins Tamara appears in a fairly casual dress with a shawl (granted her hair is still done well and her makeup is flawless on camera) she's casual, but not 'appear without makeup with her notoriously crazy hair loose' casual. Her laptop is parked near the piano in the penthouse and her mood is relaxed and generous to her fans. After all the craziness of the past couple weeks with Pride and the recent firings, she felt she owed the fans (and herself) something calming. She takes a sip out her cup of tea and begins, regal and warm as royalty and a mother should be.]

Hello there members and servants of the Court of Thorns and old fans of mine, welcome to my Q and A session. If you're curious about what tea I'm drinking today, it's rooibos and citrus green.

I know many of you are curious about behind the scene things with Crown of Thorns and possibly what I do off the keys. So shoot. There are almost no stupid questions.

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Of course it is. And if you were here with me, it'd be even bigger. [ Or at least full of blood and pointed at her.

He sits his ass on his bed in front of the computer again. ]

Your turn now, Tamara. It's not show and tell until everyone's shown.

How does anyone deal with being impaled by you?

[She was going to shut her mouth with that question, but the sight of that thing would make anyone speak their mind. Besides, she still sounds aroused at that question.]

It's only fair.~ Maybe you can give me a song?

[The other dress strap is lowered, and it pools down on the floor, revealing a small, curvy to nearly the point of being chubby, pale frame poured into a nice set of black lace underwear.]

I'd wear a corset but it's a lazy day.

We work up to it of course. I might be an asshole, but I'm not just going to stick it on in. It's all about prep and foreplay with you got what I got. But also means I don't have any complaints.

[ He hums for a minute before he starts his own song. It's not Opera for once. His voice is a little deeper, a little more purring as he leans forward to watch. ]

You've got me in your clutches
And I can't break free
You're getting to be a habit with me
Can't break it
You're getting to be a habit with me

So you're good at entertainment before the main event? You really are an Incubus.

[It's an easy-going song, but there's enough life in it to shimmy and shake in a slow teasing manner for him. Winding those hips about for his crimson eyes, she turns her back to him and undoes her bra, tossing it away.]

Of course. I have my pride and I'll be damned if I ever hear anyone bitch about my technique. It's just too bad that you're all the way over there.

[ Right, because a few floors down is soooo far away. ]

If you weren't, I'd be more than happy to give you a demonstration. I'd get you singing a whole different song.

[ His voice pitches a little lower when he bra comes off and he leans forward a little, resting his weight on his knees. ]

[She turns around for him, arms still teasingly covering her chest as she slowly slides one way from covering her breast and hooks on her underwear. Still covering her breasts with one arm.

The teasing must be getting nearly unbearable. Tamara's voice is unmistakably sexual.]

Do you want for me to take these off for you?

[ There's a small burning look is his eyes that's probably even more intense in person than it is over the webcam. More than that, her little show has got him a bit excited. It's starting to get him hard. ]

You have to ask, Bella donna. You know I do. Though I'd like to take them off myself. Sadly, I am here and you are there, so you'll have to do it for me.

[She hears the strain in his voice and gladly takes them off for his eyes, as well as the arm covering her breasts. She adjusts the camera, lying on her side so Xanxus can see every inch of skin, every curve up front. It almost could be a painting.]

I could always turn around if you want, some say I look wonderful from behind too. [It sounds suggestive as hell, because it is.]

So, what do we do now?

[ Oh, yes, she's beautiful. She's warm and plush and he wishes for all the world that he was over there. He wishes he could be over there to slide his hands between her thighs and get those full lips to part on pleasure. ]

You did say you only wanted me to masterbate to you. But I won't unless you do as well. That or you stay just like that and give me give minutes to get a robe on and down the elevator.

I guess that's agreeable. But you have to do something for me to get in the mood... tell me what you want to do to me. Spare no filthy detail, I love your voice and I want to hear it talk dirty.

Spare no detail hmmm? [ He shifts in front of the camera and lightly runs a couple fingers up and down the vein of his cock. ]

I would lift you up and lay you down carefully onto your bed. I would touch you. I would press my lips to your every raise, your every curve. I would slowly find every bit of you that makes you moan for me. The tips of my fingers would learn your body and play it like my bass.

I would kiss you. Slowly. Hotly. I would kiss you as a man who desires the taste of your beauty. I would carefully spread you out before me and enjoy you for hours on end.

[Oh she likes that sight and at his detailed description she adjusts the camera some more just so he can take a more... intimate look at her body. She also start to touch herself, hands slowly going her own shoulders, lingering around her breasts, going down to her middle and slowly rubbing the inside of her thighs for him. Her eyes are closed, trying to imagine it's him touching her. Tamara's breath is heavy, her lips parted.]

[ She really is too beautiful like that. It's too bad her eyes are closed. He can't tease her more with the sight of him touching himself. So instead, he treats her to sounds. He keeps talking to her, murmuring hotly. ]

I would fit so perfectly between your thighs. Your legs wrapping around my middle as I press into you. You and I would fit so perfectly together. I would make you arch and cry out. You would claw perfect marks down my back as I took you. We would start slowly, just so you can feel me. So you can adjust to me. Then I would go faster until we had the bed rocking under us. I wouldn't be satisfied until you came for me, not once, not twice, but many many times. And each time would be stronger and more intense than the last one.

[ As he speaks, his voice grows even deeper and more like gravel. Going from baritone to a rumbling bass as he gets more into this himself. ]

[She opens her eyes a little bit after that, watching him touch himself, lids half-lowered. Her voice is low and rough, but almost a cooing tremolo.]

I know you can. I know you can fit me so well.

[Just for effect, she sticks two fingers inside her mouth, sucking and licking right in front of him just to remind him of something for a few moments, then begins to rub herself with her legs open for him.]

Xanxus...

[She wishes he was here, wishes he could be right here to do these things to her.]

[ What a lovely sound she made. And how he wants those full warm lips around him. Perhaps while he feasts on her. The two of them licking and sucking at each other. He can just imagine it. How she would taste and then how she would feel as soon as he was inside of her properly.

He strokes himself more vigorously, words more a growl of pleasure and desire than anything else. ]

Tamara. You sound so wonderful. Good Christ, I want to come over.

I want you to, baby. Come over and fuck me senseless. Make me scream your name...

[Her own voice almost matching him for the fierceness and passion. She wants him, wants him, wants him.... the sounds she's making match her thoughts, incoherent, focused only on rubbing herself, looking at him, and the things he'd do to her if he was in this room.

Tamara hips move to her fingers as if they're possessed.]

[ His hand moves in time with hers. It's so hot. So amazing and he wants her all the more now. ]

Next time then. Next time I will come to you and we'll do this together. You and me. Shit...Tamara... Tell me I can. Tell me next time it won't just be over video.

[Admittedly, making decisions is hard when you're touching yourself furiously and all you want is the person in front of you doing the same thing.]

I promise...

[It's a breathy, moaning promise. And after that, she doesn't say anything besides focusing on what's near her hand and what's on screen.]

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