i have been thinking about cockwarming with jamie since 8am. specifically cockwarming in public (bear with me).
i’m picturing 90s james, no specific 90s year but just 90s. you’re all out at a bar after a show, you sat on james’s lap in a booth, the both of you slightly tipsy.
everyone else was dispersed around the bar and james was being particularly…handsy. he had an arm around your middle, fingers occasionally stroking just below your bra, the other hand gripping your thigh, hiking your skirt up dangerously high.
when his lips finally found your neck, kissing up to your jaw, you knew your were in trouble.
“what are you doing.” you’d mutter, a hand around his wrist as it slipped underneath your skirt.
he wouldn’t reply, kissing your neck again and silently pushing you into him so you could feel how hard he was.
“there’s people around.” you’d attempt to protest but his hand would be gripping your breast through your bra, trying to find your nipple so he could run a thumb over it.
“and?” he’d bite the skin of your neck and remove his hand from your thigh, pushing you forwards a bit so he could toy with his belt buckle.
“james?” you’d question.
“everyone’s too drunk to care, baby. just relax.” he’d pull your back flush against his chest and he’d hiss as you grazed his erection, cock now free of its confines.
“someone might see.” you’d say as he slipped a hand under your skirt and pulled your panties aside, slowly beginning to circle your clit.
“not like i’m gonna move.” then he’d tighten his hold on you, placing a kiss to your shoulder. “not like you’re gonna move either.”
he’d slowly guide you off his lap, you hovering just above his thigh. he’d push your skirt up and admire your ass, panties askew and wetness glistening under the low light. then, he’d pull you down on his cock, sheathing himself inside of you.
“shhh.” he’d say as you whimpered, feeling the stretch as he filled you. “there you go.”
you’d be sat back down on his lap, fingers gripping into his thighs as he smoothed your skirt down, covering the two of you.
“jamie.” you’d whine, trying to create some friction as you squirmed in his lap.
he’d grip you tight, lips against your ears as he whispered:
“don’t move.”
“but-.”
“don’t. move.” it was a warning to be complied and you sat still in his lap, breathing heavily and trying to ignore the feel of his dick reaching deep inside of you, teasing you every time he adjusted his position.
“you want another drink, baby?” he’d be talking to you so casually, loving the way your chest heaved up and down and the way he could feel your wetness dripping between your thighs.
and then, someone would come over. and you’d freeze, your cheeks heating up as you sipped on lukewarm beer and tried to calm down.
“hey, man.” james would say, rubbing circles into the tops of your thighs.
it became even harder to contain yourself when he subtly jerked his hips up. you choked on your drink and he gave you a confused look.
“you alright?” bastard.
“yeah.” you’d managed to get out, praying that you’d be left alone soon.
a light conversation would befall the three of you, you remaining slightly passive, only replying in short answers.
you’d let out a huge sigh of relief when james said “i think we’re gonna get going soon,” and downed the rest of his drink.
he’d only stand when the person was gone and he could remove himself from you discreetly.
then he fucks you against the wall, amen 🙏
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Got the go ahead to post some of the work that I did last year for the 2023 Baby Bestiary Calendar for Metal Weave Games!
I got to play with my coffee watercolor and the calendars were printed in gold ink!
When I was given the okay to do a baby Gelatinous Cubelette, the thought of it taking a little leggy while Parent Cube had the rest of the skeleton was REALLY funny to me.
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