Notes

callmemrwright, at 12:33 AM:
"Look at her." I husk, voice raspy and quavering, a product of a newly bone-dry throat. It was hot, sweat rolled down my forehead in thick rivulets, a problem only exacerbated by the humid climate. Still, even so this entire trip was worth it for one, sole reason. The little girl currently swooned in my arms. This trip, our sudden 'conversion' to disciples of god, just to cover up these missionary missions we'd be undergoing...

callmemrwright, at 12:33 AM:
(Shit, didn't mean to send that so quickly.)

callmemrwright, at 12:51 AM:
"Look at her." I husk, voice raspy and quavering, a product of a newly bone-dry throat. It was hot, sweat rolled down my forehead in thick rivulets, a problem only exacerbated by the humid climate. Still, even so this entire trip was worth it for one, sole reason. The little girl currently swooned in my arms. This trip, our sudden 'conversion' to disciples of god, just to cover up these missionary missions we'd be undergoing...

Really, excitement didn't begin to describe the elation I was feeling, like a high that couldn't be dampened. When I'd found out you and I shared the same... interest in youth, it was unbelievable. While the boost to our sex life was a definite plus, we couldn't stop ourselves from planning. It had started innocently enough, of course. Heated little whispers in the dead of night as foreplay, or sweet nothings after finish. We'd wake in the morning preparing for work, planning trips to prey on young in some third world country. I hadn't ever expected it to be reality, but.. Here we were, and I fucking loved you for it. I sat the child on the ground, rising to full height to survey the scene. We'd kidnapped her less than an hour ago-it was almost frighteningly easy. The child was left unattended near a half-demolished, or perhaps only half-constructed hut, and nobody suspected the foreign aid to carry off the child into obscured forest. I swallowed thickly as my eyes wandered towards the grave, hastily dug and perfectly sized. There was no way we returned this toy in working condition, only right we planned for disposal, after all. I kneeled and settled on the ground next to the child, drawing her into my lap, cradling her head, my hand grazing her cheek, light skin on dark. My finger probed pink lips, and as any child wood, she explored new stimuli with her tongue, grazing the thick digits as they entered. "She'll be a natural--for as long as she has left." I joke, flashing a quick, excited little grin up at you.

(Thinking something like: http://cdn01.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/headlines/2017/07/brant-cabo.jpg for the couple. For this play, I'd love to explore their numerous ventures in search of new playthings, perhaps getting bolder as time progresses. I'd also really like to have secondary focus on their relationship, every new successful pull only further expanding their love.

Hope to hear from you soon,
Jay.
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