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TDM 003
TDM 003: #BEACHBUMS |
I. BEACH ![]() Welcome arrivals, new and old! The skies on Erku may be perpetually gray, but the weather has taken a sudden turn to summertime heat. Fortunately, soaring temperatures have chased away more of the strange fog that conceals so much of the island, unveiling a charming, sandy cove dotted here and there with rustic love shacks. These shabby little lean-tos are dusty and sparse, but they provide everything one (or two, wink wink) might need for a little relief from the sun. Just don’t wander too far... that fog has memory-loss properties. II. DRINKS ![]() The 'bots are very apologetic about the whole fog incident, and they are trying to get on the new arrivals' good sides by giving out fancy drinks. Of course, they still haven't mastered the art of making things properly, so each drink has a little something... extra.
III. SNACKS ![]() Lo! As you ask, the Augur shall provide. Thanks to the efforts of your organic predecessors in restoring the planet’s Eros energy, edible fishes and seaweeds have returned to the ponds and the shores of Erku. If you fancy yourself savvy to basic survival skills, why not fashion up a fishing rod and catch yourself dinner? Just be careful if you happen to hook one of the octopus creatures from the deeper waters - they can be quite forward with their tentacles! Or, if primitive angling isn’t in your repertoire, you can always trade some credits for a tasty catch from one of the food stalls along the coast. Most stalls are manned by 'bots, but there’s nothing stopping an enterprising arrival from setting up shop. No credits? No problem! The robots have also provided a bit of entertainment, and any volunteers to man the kissing booth, get dunked in the wet t-shirt dunk tank, or grill up some fish - among other opportunities - will find credits automatically loaded onto the payment app of their bracelet devices. The 'bots are recruiting especially hard for participants to work in the gloryhole tent! IV. SPARKLES ![]() As dusk descends, the white sands of the beach suddenly come alive with glittering lights. It’s as if the darkened waters have carried a thousand shining stars from the depths of the sea to the shores of the cove. In actuality, each little twinkle is a bioluminescent plankton or jellyfish! Feel free to wade among them and admire their shine; even the sting of the jellies won’t hurt you... though they do pack a different punch. The tentacles of the jellyfish elicit a powerful aphrodisiac response, which gets the heart racing and the blood pumping for an intimate touch. The effects come on within a matter of minutes, and last for a few hours. Only time will relieve the symptoms, but a partner will help to make it more bearable. N A V I G A T I O N |
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it takes some of the guesswork out of it, anyway, that his own hips press forward against rude's careful lips and his eager tongue, touches that twist him up so tightly that he grips, almost in warning, at the smooth skin of rude's scalp, fingers tense and clutching, and he finds his tongue so caught up in trying to hide behind the press of his own teeth into his lip, digging in, that it's hard to give any kind of warning; but he doesn't need to, does he? rude will take it all.
it's the kind of orgasm that feels like it's been years since he's had--the kind that makes his head rock back, his hips stutter, and his hand push firmly at rude's head to keep him there, aware of how cruel it might be to force him down further; slowly, carefully, the pressure of his palm eases up as his orgasm does, as the sound that's yanked from his throat dies down into panting breath instead of ecstasy, and he drops his hand away entirely so that he can lift it to his own face, sweep strands of hair away from his neck and his temples with an embarrassed impatience, like he doesn't want to know how he looks now if rude glances up at him. )
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There are moments when he thinks he ought to pull back to catch his breath, or wipe away the excess wetness that falls from one side of the corner of his mouth. He doesn't stop though. His eyes close and he breathes carefully through his nose so he can have Tseng down the back of his throat. Thankfully he's pulling back when Tseng does come. It hits the back of his tongue and out of reflex Rude swallows the first bit, the rest of it catching on his tongue as he attempts to pull his head back further, but there's a hand there to encourage him to accept it in his mouth.
He does what's expected of him without fuss, swallowing down Tseng's release and only pulls back to lick him clean after. Rude pulls up his superior's pants, buttoning them, securing his belt and stands up when Tseng is back in his trousers again. The drink is starting to wear off a little, but not so much that he doesn't immediately want to kiss the man with the very same lips he'd just been using to suck him off.]