Aramat Drawdes|Tamara Seward (
scalpedsociety) wrote in
interstellar902102016-01-13 05:41 pm
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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.
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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The teasing must be getting nearly unbearable. Tamara's voice is unmistakably sexual.]
Do you want for me to take these off for you?
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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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.
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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.]