aphanon_meme | part 344 birdies going tweet tweet tweet

part 344 birdies going tweet tweet tweet

on my little boat on the meme! How was your weekend, meme? Good, I hope! I am LOVING these updates, by the way! I feel like it's Christmas! But in October and November! It's really refreshing to have new material and it kinda feels like a ~rejuvenation~ in the fandom! Well... anywho!

Enjoy part 344!

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[allow him to help]

[holds the apron up out of the way, it seems a bit pointless to even keep it on right now, but taking it off would require moving and effort]

A child...? Hn. I don't believe I was around for this contest...

You'll find that's a part of the story.

/She glances up and smiles and lightly brushes his cock with her fingertips./

Anyway, a very handsome man was a contestant, and, well, it was simply too much, I had to ask him out. Or, rather, flirt.

/That's what she calls it./

He was very receptive.

/She thumbs the head then lightly grasps his cock and begins stroking in a slow motion./

[he's gazing back down in return, though his expression is becoming more and more flushed]

[and the harder his dick becomes, the lower his attention span drops]

Is that so... He is a lucky man... to have caught your attention...

Mm, thank you~

/She rewards him with a flick of her wrist and speeds up her hand./

To put it shortly, we enjoyed a very passionate, yet slightly awkward in retrospect, night together.

/She kisses his thigh, then places another one a little closer to the action./

You see, it seems that the handsome man was not what he appeared to be.

[sucks in a sharp breath of air and feels the muscles of his thighs involuntarily twitch in response]

I see... And this caused you doubt regarding my existence? What was his secret...?

[this is almost sounding like one of his mother's tales]

He had stolen something very precious to become the handsome man, you see.

/She kisses a bit closer, then breathes on the length of his cock as she strokes faster./

A bit of magic, a wand, from England, he said.

/She's speaking just an inch or so away from his cock./

I didn't believe him at first, but when I saw it with my own eyes, well...

/She pulls away from his cock entirely and sits back on her heels, resting her hands on his knees./

Mm, perhaps I'll tell you the rest while you finish yourself off~?

[he can feel the hot breath against the sensitive already-hot skin, trying hard to prevent himself from moving his hips up to meet your hand and lips]

[starts to moan softly, but it was cut off the moment he heard a magic wand from England]

...

[he needn't hear the rest of the story, he's very familiar with it]

He... he was me... wasn't he?

/She smiles up at him, pleasantly, though with an edge of something else./

Aaaah, so it seems you've heard this story before! My apologies, sometimes it's difficult to remember who around here knows what.

/She makes no move to help him out with his problem./

[he doesn't return the smile, in fact he's looking quite disturbed]

But he... me... is a child...

[does that mean...?]

[well, this is taking the sexy out of the situation and his hard-on pretty fast]

/Yes, it does, and she's oddly glad to see he's not entertained by it. She lets out the smallest of sighs./

Yes. It was quite... ah, well, it's old news.

/... She feels bad. And looks away, bringing her hands back to herself./

[this is a bit awkward]

Are you... alright...?

[he's not sure if he should give a comforting hug or recommend a therapist]

Yes, I'm fine.

/Neither. Neither is best. She glances at him again then rolls her eyes, mainly at herself and stands to smooth out her skirt./

Yes, well... ah I apologize, I seem to have put you in a precarious situation.

/She doesn't want to apologize, but she feels it's necessary. It's a shame he's so hot, but she no longer wants to play this game./

[stands with you, letting his apron drop to cover his already wilting erection]

No, I should apologize. On my behalf.

[since it was technically himself that screwed with you]

I'm sorry I caused you such distress...

[tries to take your hand to show his sincerity]

If you need anything at any time...

[he owes you one]

/she waves it off./

No it- it wasn't, it's fine. Really! I just, ah, I'm sorry I don't know what came over me.

/She's feeling very silly about it all right now and shakes her head and gives his hand a squeeze./

I suppose I should leave you be so you can get back to work. My stories don't seem very conducive to it.

[squeezes back gently]

I'm glad you told me... And I don't-- It's... not your fault. I was surprised.

[offers an encouraging smile]

Perhaps we may try again some other time...?

/His forgiveness for it is more of a relief than she knew it could be but the second part catches her entirely off guard./

Again?

Maybe. If it's you... and not the other. /pause/ You do seem like pleasant company.

/She smiles and pats his hand, and removes hers from his./

Until next time, then~

/And walks off the stage./

Until next time...

[keeps up his smile until you're out of sight]

...

[he needs a drink or ten]

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