<br/><strong></strong><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/cd6d226576eae0fa42b81423cbf17954/tumblr_pzjgtfdOK71yuhrm2o1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20 yrs old<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Atlanta, GA, USA<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July 2019, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>James Harding<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>James, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Feeling James turn and wrap himself around her was so inviting. She definitely didn’t want to leave the bed now. Letting him maneuver them in a very close and intimate position, Gwen smiled at him and nuzzled into his neck murmuring a reply back to him. “I say we stay as long as we can and then be good housemates and say hello. Right now, I am more than comfortable and satiated.”<br/><br/>She was telling the truth of it. She was well satisfied with the cuddling. She didn’t expect him to jump into more than that. Maybe he was the sort that didn’t do things like that with cameras around. The blonde American girl couldn’t blame him. She wasn’t too keen on others seeing them in such an intimate way. The kissing was more than she had expected.<br/><br/>Gwen did kiss on the first date with a guy but she wouldn’t typically go any further, unless the chemistry was there. She had not experienced that in her life as of yet. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she knew what love was exactly. It was something she sought out and hoped to find but she was never positive she felt true love. That alone was saddening and she had to wonder how James felt. Surely he had fallen in love before. She sighed some and traced circles around his shoulder as she lay close against him. It was a heavy subject and not one she was quite ready to talk about. She didn’t want people getting the wrong idea about her or think she was a psycho who thinks they love anyone who shows affection. Gwen just liked the closeness of a man. The way he would show that she was his and his alone. Those sorts of things were what mattered. And that he felt the same as she did of course.<br/><br/>Looking back upward toward James she whispered softly as her long smooth leg draped over his. “I think food and tea would be nice though. I’m craving bacon just now. A pile of bacon on toasted bread with some lettuce and a little mayo... maybe even an egg if I’m feeling crazy enough. And a nice hot cup of black tea with three creamers and four sugars. What do you think?”<br/><br/>She looked at him and kissed his cheek near his ear before she pulled herself back reluctantly and looked into his eyes. Her own bright blue ones shiny and half lidded as she was still trying to wake up. Mornings were not her thing for sure. Anyone who had gotten to know her would know that much. She realized she needed to get up and go for a run around the villa but she hated running and removing herself from the warmth of James’ body so close to her kept her in her lazy morning ritual. Snuggle in bed with James. Give into a little light snogging. Then climbing out of bed to potty, brush her teeth, wash her face, get showered (most mornings), and get dressed for the day. Breakfast was soon after with some tea or coffee (depending on her mood) that made Gwendolyn typically awake enough for coherent conversations.