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findyourwayout ([info]findyourwayout) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-05-07 21:00:00

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Entry tags:ariadne, freyr

WHO: Ariadne and Freyr
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: The Museum of Modern Art
WHAT: You don’t remember me?
WARNINGS: TBD



Ariadne hadn’t been back to her flat since her meeting with Asterion, preferring to spend her time between work and Dionysus, Dionysus and study. She was fond of her flatmates, but they didn’t understand the goddess in her. What she’d told Tuck a couple of weeks ago was true; she’d been a little reluctant to step fully back into the words of the gods to start with, but now?

Now she was having a hard time remembering why she was reluctant. She’d spoken to her brother. She had a dancing date with Erato and Terpsichore and a bookish date with Clio and maybe she’d flirt a little more with the Friar later, so she was in such a good mood and wanted it to continue. Heading back to her flat to pretend to be someone else wasn’t just didn’t feel right, at least for now. She felt like she was shining, she didn't want to hide it.

On Saturday morning she woke well before Dionysus and pulled herself out of the tangle of sheets (and vines) to do a couple of hours reading before he woke up. When she’d joined him back in the bedroom later, all the curtains were open and the sun was pouring in over the bed and his body while he lazily swiped through Grindr. She leaned against his shoulder and gave her opinion on a few of the penises, then logged back in to tend her own Tindergarden before it withered away. She hadn’t opened it since she found him again, but hey, why not? It was hard to remember any inhibitions at all, lying next to Dion while his ankle distractedly stroked her leg.

She browsed through, replying to a few messages before one came in from a golden haired chiseled jaw that had caught her eye yesterday, and she couldn’t held the wide smile spreading across her face. Freyr! It had been an age since their commune broke up and they decided (a decision encouraged strongly by the feds) that it might be better to go their separate ways. Those had been good times, learning to fight from Freyja, getting her hands deep into the rich, fertile earth with Freyr, all of them surrounded by pleasures.

They’d had a good flirt yesterday and she’d found herself utterly delighted by the fact that he didn’t recognise her. It had been since the mid seventies, and most of her photos on Tinder looked like they’d been taken, y’know, two decades into the twenty first century, so she didn’t blame him. But she had to meet up with him again, face to face. She had to see the look on his handsome mug when he realised who she was.

When he suggested an art show she agreed profusely, pulled herself out of bed to find something to wear and said goodbye to Dionysus (‘suck a dick, baby!’) before heading out the door. She was practically skipping. Husband, brother, old friends, old lovers… she’d loved Baltimore, but New York was feeling very quickly like home.



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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-20 12:37 pm UTC (link)
She whimpered in pure enjoyment at the pressure of his two fingers, rolling her hips languorously (and gloriously) against him. She lost her bra quickly - well, she took it off and let it drop down next to the wine bottle, Ariadne rarely actually lost anything - and ran her hand up over her chest then up through her hair, letting him look...

But only for a moment, because how could she resist an invitation like touch me. Her hands went to his trousers to free him, her kisses a little distracted by her fingers' work, and by his, but they were determined despite distraction. "Mmm, Freyr, there you are," she purred against his neck, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, the cock of a fertility god, no mistake.

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-24 06:27 am UTC (link)
Freyr sighed at her touch, feeling a frisson of arousal up his spine. He lifted his hips slightly so he could push his trousers down, and his thumb found her clit to work her up a little. He wanted to be inside her, to feel the tightness of her around him, and watch her body as she rode him.

He wiped his hand off on the couch, and took her hips to tug a little at her panties. "Well these have to go," he said, as his dick slid along the fabric, prevented from entering.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-26 01:02 am UTC (link)
Oh - first his thumb moved so arousingly against her, then his dick, trying to phase through her panties, making her wonder why anyone ever wore underwear at all. She could feel herself soaking through, her body so warm against his dick and oh dear gods she wanted him.

She kissed him hard then pulled back so she could peel her panties down, smiling hungrily as she let him watch but didn't make a long show of it, she wanted to crawl back into his lap as fast as possible, list driving everything. With a couple of long strokes of his dick with her hand, and a light nip of his lower lip, she angled her hips and sank slowly down onto him, with a long satisfied groan of "Oh, Freyr!"

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-26 11:51 am UTC (link)
Ariadne felt just as blessedly good as he remembered. He ran his hands up her body to her breasts, rolling her nipples under his thumbs as she began to move. Her boldness was intoxicating, and he bit his lip as he watched her move. "Kiss me," he said, beckoning her in close, his hips moving with hers.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-27 10:44 am UTC (link)
To kiss him, first she had to release her own lip from where it was caught between her teeth, as she adjusted to the sensation of him filling her up. He was so - oh it felt so good when he moved. With a rush of breath she slid her hand around the back of his neck, and kissed him deeply as she played with a roll of her hips. "Oh gods," she gasped against his mouth between kisses. "The size of you - I love it."

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