Cuddle Party
Jan. 17th, 2018 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysabetwordsmithEveryone needs contact comfort sometimes. Not everyone has ample opportunities for this in facetime. So here is a chance for a cuddle party in cyberspace. Virtual cuddling can help people feel better.
We have a cuddle room that comes with fort cushions, fort frames, sheets for draping, and a weighted blanket. It has a basket of grooming brushes, hairbrushes, and styling combs. A bin holds textured pillows. There is a big basket of craft supplies along with art markers, coloring pages, and blank paper. The kitchen has a popcorn machine. Labels are available to mark dietary needs, recipe ingredients, and level of spiciness. Here is the bathroom, open to everyone. There is a lawn tent and an outdoor hot tub. Bathers should post a sign for nude or clothed activity. Come snuggle up!
We have a cuddle room that comes with fort cushions, fort frames, sheets for draping, and a weighted blanket. It has a basket of grooming brushes, hairbrushes, and styling combs. A bin holds textured pillows. There is a big basket of craft supplies along with art markers, coloring pages, and blank paper. The kitchen has a popcorn machine. Labels are available to mark dietary needs, recipe ingredients, and level of spiciness. Here is the bathroom, open to everyone. There is a lawn tent and an outdoor hot tub. Bathers should post a sign for nude or clothed activity. Come snuggle up!
Re: joining in
Date: 2018-01-18 12:08 am (UTC)At the other person's nod, she selects the comb, working from the brow toward the back, methodically combing the flyaway strands toward the nape of the other person's neck. The light, fine strands had no tangles, but every stroke seemed to make them stand just that much farther apart, like tiny magnets with like poles.
She dropped the comb into her lap in favor of the boar bristle brush. This time, the slow strokes begin with the faintest scrape over the recipient's scalp. When they leaned into the touch of the bristles, she made the next stroke firmer. Gloss crept over the strands, and they settled closer together.
For the shortest areas, she tipped the brush to offer only an edge, then brushed upward, from the nape of the neck to the crown. The brush moved in response to the cant of the younger person's shoulders and their chin, working the same short strokes around the ears and finally, sweeping back from the forehead again in long strokes.
Finally, the quiet is broken by a noisome sigh of pleasure, and the brush is set aside in favor of the other's. Soft as a baby's brush, it drifts from the crown downward, polishing the effect of the boar-bristled brush rather than erasing it. As the body beneath relaxed, the strokes grew lighter, only faltering when the woman changed hands.
When the younger person's eyes are at half-mast, she tucks the fine brush back into their hand. "Thank you."
Re: joining in
Date: 2018-01-18 12:38 am (UTC)Re: joining in
Date: 2018-01-18 05:14 pm (UTC)"I do not think it means what you think it means."
Obviously, no insult intended, and apparently none taken by the recipient. But it did take me aback when I saw it.
Re: joining in
Date: 2018-01-18 05:48 pm (UTC)It was supposed to be a bit funny, and neither 'noisy,' nor 'gusty,' fit at all. (Think of the kind of noise that would make someone want to disappear in a public setting.)
Since the joke landed in the basement, I'll change it.