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Daphne Bridgerton
Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.
Daphne Bridgerton
Please leave all correspondence here, action threads as well. While new to the game, her voice-mail message will be automated, and it may take longer than usual for her to reply to texts, videos, and phonecalls.
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[ Daphne can discern what both of those physical actions are though, at the very least, but this is her initial reaction. ]
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You wouldn't.
I'm pretty great.
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Are you always this bold?
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Is that a problem?
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I think that I like it.
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Good. What else do you like?
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[ Getting in over her head, probably, but these texts are doing something to her so Daphne gently leans in. ]
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Would you get distracted if I was kissing my way down your body? Would you want to finger me while I fingered you?
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I would, I'd like to see how you react to that. If it's how I might.
I know that I would, yes, but I'd want to try.
I haven't done that before. Only to myself.
Would you kiss me?
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I'd kiss you while you filled me with your fingers, while I rode yours.
Would you like me to kiss your cunt, too?
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I like how my fingers feel when they're inside of me, I can only fathom what they would feel like being inside of you.
I would, yes.
You'd do that too?
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Imagine how wet I'd get your fingers, how eager I'd be for you to thrust them inside me. I bet you could make me come so hard, just touching me the way you like to be touched.
I'd love to taste you, but more than anything I'd want to fuck you with my fingers while I kissed your pretty cunt.
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I could taste my fingers after they've been inside of you, push them back in after. I feel like my skin vibrates when I do that, taste myself, when I reach climax.
You might show me more and more of what I could have, what I could feel, when you know your own body so well. No one has ever kissed me there. On my cunt.
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[ but the thought of no one having used their mouth on her that way is something Juliette has decided needs to change.]
I'd kiss your sweet cunt until you came for me.
If you wanted me to, I could keep going, let you come again and again.
If you want to learn about what gets you off, there's a lot I could teach you.
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You would do that? Teach me?
Are you really a queen?
[ She settles on asking that, a quick scroll revealing she had never gotten the other woman's name. ]
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When you know what you like, having an orgasm goes from good to mind-blowing.
[and she's of the opinion that every woman should get to have mind-blowing orgasms whenever they can.]
It's a nickname. I'm Juliette.
[ but that does make her smile, in spite of how aroused she is.]
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[ Awkward to say hello amid all of this, but she's polite, okay? ]
I admit that I have a lot to learn.
But I have liked reading what you have had to say to me.
It's made me feel good.
Where do you live?
[ Where is this bed you speak of? ]
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You'll figure it out with time.
Did it turn you on? Are you wet from thinking about how I'd fuck you?
In the Up.
[ insert address here, because it's a great bed, Daphne. even better when she's sharing it.]
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Yes. I am.
Is this an invitation?
[ the time for delicate sensibilities sure is far behind her after how she's reacted to all of Juliette's words, but she still maintains politeness. ]
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[ because Juliette understands, from what Daphne's said so far, that she might not have much experience with women. there's not a better way to get it than to come aroused and willing to have a good time.]
Don't touch yourself yet. I want to feel you when you get here.
It's definitely an invitation. You might want to wear something comfortable and easy to take off. I'll see you soon?
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she has to take some time to breathe, to contemplate if this seems like a good idea. she could always leave if it's strange? Juliette seems sincere, blunt and honest, and she makes the choice quickly.
Daphne's wrapping a jacket from home, delicate and light, a wrap more than anything else, over her nightdress and slipping out the house, looking to her phone to follow directions.
she doesn't reply again until the house who's address she's come to is in sight, and pink creeps up on her cheeks. ]
I've come over
I'm sorry, I was distracted
[ but there's no knock, her feet falling slower as she doesn't want to impose after not replying for several minutes during her journey there. ]
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it would have made sense to wear slippers, but she hadn't wanted to keep Daphne waiting, so she opens the door barefooted, smelling of soap and floral shampoo and smiling brightly at the other woman.]
Hey, Daphne. Come in.
[ she steps aside to let her through the door, closing it behind them before she directs her towards the stairs.]
I have two submissive partners, but neither one is home right now. It's probably best if we go to my room.
[ because she doubts Daphne wants them to come in while the two of them are together.]
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Thank you. Juliette. [ Small but with the force of a woman purposefully conjuring confidence, and she steps forward, moving through the door, that smile keeping the color on her cheeks, fragrances sweeping over her and causing butterflies.
She slips off her shoes at the door, unsure about when she should take her jacket off, awkwardly keeping it on and softly treading behind Juliette. There's a nod until she realizes she could use words, since she's being led, and she hums in agreement. So, not words, but at least a sound.
Daphne bites her lip again, knowing she must look like an ingenue, searching for what else to say. She's still so warm inside, slickness between her legs unable to ignore, but she's not forward enough, with her voice, to say anything overtly sexual. So, she settles on -- ] You have a lovely home. I...thank you for allowing me to come over. [ She's a little stuck in a pattern of expressing gratitude as a default, awkward in spite of her eagerness to see what could transpire here. ]
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she doesn't worry about the quiet on the way up to her bedroom, though when Daphne steps in, she makes a point of closing the door without locking it. she wants her to feel safe and figures an easy out might help with that. thankfully, she doubts Matthias or Eddie would come in without knocking. they're not the kind of men to question the sounds that might trickle out from her bedroom.
plus, they're already experienced firsthand just how vocal she is in the bedroom.
so she doesn't hesitate to step closer, her fingers gently sweeping over the jacket Daphne has covered herself with.] This is pretty. [ she smiles - sweet, certain, and just a little bit wicked.] Can I take it off? [ because if the answer is yes, she won't hesitate to slide it off of her, dropping it onto the chair beside them.
she looks her over admiringly, one hand tracing over soft skin as it wanders along her arm. the other's already reaching up, gently finding purchase along the sweet curve of her jaw. Juliette might be absolutely positive that this is exactly what they need tonight, but she breathes for a moment, letting Daphne catch up to her intentions before she guides her into a warm, lingering kiss.
and maybe she should stop there - check to make sure that Daphne's okay - but when the other woman reciprocates she can't resist deepening that kiss with her tongue, persistence seeping into the eager way she chases her mouth and presses her body against Daphne's.
when she tilts her head back, it's just because she's a little breathless, taking in air with a pleased sigh.]
Is it okay if we keep going? I've been wanting to touch you since those first few texts.
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Goosebumps spread over the skin of her arms, a white cotton night dress on, short sleeves and billowing down around her body. Her shoulders rise a tiny bit, smiling softly and leaning in just enough to meet Juliette's lips for a kiss. There's a faint whine, tongue much slower and less confident, but she slides hers over to see how it might feel, the sensation causing her stomach to swirl with desire.
World spinning for a moment, her eyes shut, she reaches up, resting a hand on Juliette's upper arm, something to center herself before she can make eye contact again.
Her bottom lip works just so against her teeth, sliding back and forth before they purse into a small smile. Daphne's head nods, wavy hair rolling in place. She's soft spoken, but determined. ] Yes. I want that, too.
[ The hand on Juliette's arm slides in place, squeezing gently, blush on her cheeks rising again. ] You'll help me? Show me what you like? [ Even after every word shared in the texts, all of which had made her slick and wet too, the surges of confidence that had her replying have died down, temporarily, seeking for Juliette to guide her now that they're together in person. ]
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