<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hxbFz4e.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A pair of silk panties.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Just one more piece of silk.<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She appreciated that Raynor took the information in stride and didn’t seem to ask any questions. People could be quite weird about sex; some treated virginity like a disease, one that required open mockery and ridicule. Others found it precious and sacred and cradled it in a silver lined goblet filled with too many unrealistic expectations, only to find disappointment. Bambi knew she was many things and as much as she enjoyed reading the fiction that included rosebud covered sheets and candlelight she understood that the reality of her first time would be different. She was prepared to cross that bridge when they approached it. For now, the woman was all too content with the scalding heat that came from Raynor’s hands as they drifted across her naked flesh. It was hard to think past that, anyway.<br/><br/>As silly as it may sound, the sensation of his hands against her breasts was such a sharp contrast to her own explorations Bambi didn’t think she could ever have been prepared for it. He was bold, commanding, Raynor’s lust and brazen confidence could be felt down to the way he cupped her into his palm and pulled her body against him. Firm, even stern, but this only excited the woman further and caused her breathing to hitch in her throat as his teeth dragged across her neck. That vulnerable spot he latched onto was only growing more tender as he licked and suckled, sending tingles through her skin.<br/><br/>Up until this point, nothing had quite as impactful of an effect as the words he spoke against her throat. It sparked something deep down in the fibers of her being, made the woman arch even as she rolled her hips back against the firm bulge he was pressing into her. “Is that a declaration?” she cooed, feeling her eyelids fluttering shut. His confidence was intoxicating, alluring. “A promise?” If he kept this up much longer, she was going to forget how to speak English. Already her brain felt sluggish, diluted with endorphins and hormones that wanted to be at the center of attention. More than ever she craved the weight of his body pressing down against hers.<br/><br/>Her hands were curling into his jeans, holding herself against him as if she might float away. Raynor was a powerful force, like the ocean, she was ensnared by his undertow and could only follow his direction. Nothing had ever made more sense to her than that. One of her hands snaked upward, curling at the back of his neck. She felt herself start to tremble and solved the dilemma by stepping back and into him. She even rose to the tips of her toes so that he pressed more firmly against the silk panties still hugging her hips. “Raynor.” She didn't quite know what she was asking for. But he seemed to know exactly what she needed.