<span style="font-size: 12px">"Honestly? It's kind of a funny story," Ryan laughed softly, shifting to get comfortable as she settled in to tell the tale. "So, it was the middle of the night and I'd crashed on the couch after getting stoned out of my mind. Well... the TV was on, the lights in my place was off, but all of a sudden I was woken up by this super loud rustling sound in the kitchen. Which... my kitchen is directly next to the door. So here I am, thinking there's a fucking intruder in my house and I freak out and almost fall off the couch. I crawled on the floor, went to grab my bat and crept into the kitchen like a goddamn ninja. <i>For the record, I was NO WHERE near as graceful,</i>" she laughed, shaking her head as her expression became more animated with the story. "But.. the closer I get to the kitchen, the more I realize no one's in the kitchen. So I get up and make my way in there super slow, and the rustling is still going on. It's a warehouse building, y'anno, so I think.... giant rat?" She made a face. "Don't get me wrong, they're cute... but not wild ones. Viscous sonsabitches. And I got my bat, ready to beat a bitch and get to the pantry... fling open the door... and there's this tiny baby raccoon gettin' all up in a bag of Fritos," she snorted. "I'd heard some nasty shit about 'em but he just stared at me for the longest time with those lil' beady eyes and ran off. Turns out I'd left one of the windows open and he'd gotten in from the fire escape. He left, I cleaned up the mess. I thought that was it. Well, apparently not. I came home late one night from a friend's house, and guess what little shit was sitting belly up on my couch? The Frito Bandit," she cackled out, grinning away. Shrugging a shoulder, "so... he started coming around more often and I always left a window open. After a few weeks, he just... stopped leaving. I named him Bandit, and we've been bros ever since," she smirked. "Sound pretty nuts, I know. No one ever believes it until they see that little chubby fuck munching on Fritos on my couch," she snickered, taking another sip of her liquor.<br/>
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Her smile had grown softer to the admittance of Zo's innocence in the sex toy world, but Ryan wasn't in the least shy to tell her what was what, what went where and how shit worked. If not... giving her a live demonstration. "Yeah... ya kinda jumped from Level Zero to Level 10 with the Double Pounder there," she snickered. "Don't worry, we'll start you out with somethin' good 'n easy. Ease into it, y'anno?" Hearing the talk of forty year old ass grabbers made her scowl, her face scrunching with the image. "I don't know where the fuck they think it's appealing, no matter what age or orientation to just.. go for it like that. Let alone some older man grabbin' ass outta nowhere. Like, </span><i><span style="font-size: 12px">yes, Man Old Enough To Be My Dad, I love your sexual harassment. Do it 'gain!</span></i><span style="font-size: 12px">" Scoffing, she shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "And that's not a biased statement because I'm gay, but... well, I guess it would depend on how much of a hottie the cougar was," she muttered, rolling her eyes upward in thought. "If she was fine as hell, I guess I wouldn't mind a good ass grab... still not ideal, though," she shrugged. <br/>
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Shaking her head, her shoulders rolled as she didn't seem all that upset by it. "I mean, it sucked? But... they could bitch and moan as much as they wanted to. Wasn't gonna change anythin'," she lifted her glass in something of a toast. Listening to what Zo had to say of her experiences, her lips pulled with the sound that came from them. "Eesh... yeah, the infamous porn stash and experimental friend can be pretty traumatic to be caught with.. Get hit with the <i>oh shit </i>factor of being caught in the act, but... also having to explain it. Somehow, even when parents see, it's like... it doesn't fuckin' register what's actually happening." Her hand came up, all fingers except an index curling in toward her palm, the pointed index circling to gesture like a gear in the brain. "Either they're in complete denial, or freak. Granted, I didn't have the experience with my folks. It was.. well, someone I was staying with at the time," she muttered. The words had started to form on her lips, but stopped abruptly. She didn't care for talking a whole lot about her past, let alone the fact she was an orphan. Maybe it was the pity in people's eyes that she was sick of. <br/>
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The ambiance of the room mixed with the warm pit of alcohol in her stomach, cloaking her in a warm blanket that only made her sink into the couch cushions more. It was far from a sleepy effect but it was... comfortable. She couldn't help but watch how the light played off the fair colors of Zo's hair, her eyes. The trace of moonlight flooding into the apartment almost making her look like some moon goddess, mesmerizing and inviting. The effect wasn't cast away but altered as the girl questioned how it fit, and Ryan laughed. "Very carefully and with a lot of lube... the bigger one goes in the front, the shorter in the back. Personally... I've never seem much of the appeal in it, but I think it just seems uncomfortable," she wrinkled her nose briefly, but shrugged. "To each their own though." <br/>
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"Well... plenty of things. I've.. taken a good bit of trips to the shop, to be honest. Some things I liked more than others, but.. there's soft restraints, vibrators... dildos... Different kinds, depending. It's like a deviant's treasure trove, to be honest," Ryan chimed a laugh, but her smile was far from sheepish. Nodding in understanding, it was something she could sympathize with. Sure, it may feel good in the moment, but there was a disconnect when it wasn't with another person. When the cravings to touch and be touched by another rose, no amount of plastic, rubber or vibration could fill that role. Though, her brows couldn't help but sweep upward in surprise. "You... have a travel-sized vibrator? How interesting," she hummed, shifting her weight against the cushions again, leaning towards her just slightly. "And... do you happen to use this little device other places but home?" Perhaps it was the alcohol, or simply Ryan's nature to be so forthcoming with her questions. <br/>
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The rougher of the two watched her softer companion, the way she moved closer like a slinking cat unsure of wanting the attention. "I wouldn't mind the shopping trip, to be honest. It's been a while since I bought a new one, and... well, it's better than going alone," she chuckled, her teeth scraping her bottom lip at the sight of Zo crawling closer. "Just a little, hm?" She smiled coyly, releasing that bottom lip before her tongue swabbed over the abused swell. The closer Zoella came to her, Ryan didn't shy away but only seemed more intrigued, more enthralled by her presence. Admittedly, the girl had a gravitational aura that she couldn't deny. Sweet and innocent with a touch of deviant deprivation beneath it all, itching to come to the surface. The moment the girl leaned in, Ryan's chin lifted to look her in the face, her eyes lingering in the depth of Zo's. "I think... I'd very much like that," she murmured softly, her eyes ticking down to the fingers brushing over hers to take her glass. She didn't fight it, considering she'd ultimately lost interest in having her lips pressed to the cool glass, aching for something warmer instead. Watching her drink her rum, a smile etched across her face with a chime of a laugh. "Maybe a little more than a little?" She teased gently, her eyes following the movement of her setting aside the glass before finding the delicate features of her face. As close as they were and the quietness of the room, it was easy to hear the shaky breathing that urged Ryan to raise her hand to trace her fingertips along Zo's soft jawline, her own tipping into the lips that met it and made lids and lashes flutter. Her fingers brushed along the slope of her neck as Zo's lips trailed up to hers, and Ryan returned the caress and dance in sequence to her partner's. <br/>
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It was the tug to her hair that brought a soft groan from the ruffian's lips, summoning her to deepen the press of lips as her fingers curled around the back of Zo's neck. Her head tilted into the kiss as her fingers pushed the long fair locks of hair from the girl's face, smoothing it behind her ear as she leaned further to draw their bodies closer. Pressing a few more kisses to her lips, she drew back some but didn't part from her as she looked at Zo. Instead, her hand moved to trace her bottom lip with her thumb. "Well... I may not have any toys with me, but I do have other means to demonstrate if you'd like," she whispered huskily to her, eyes locking onto Zo's as she leaned forward to coyly trace where her thumb had been with the tip of her tongue, pressing a slow and soft kiss in it's wake as the backs of her fingers and knuckles along the slope of her throat. </span>