Jungle Fever {1/3}afterandalasiaMarch 4 2014, 12:39:03 UTC
Jane had always known, in a very deep-down way, that she did not fit into English society as she should. Young ladies were not supposed to have fond childhood memories of hiking through the countryside or wading about in lakes; they were not supposed to still feel warm and flushed at the thought that they had met Charles Darwin himself when they were young, and that he had smiled at them and shook their hand. She mostly remembered him having a very large beard (which, to her child's mind, fitted with the idea that humans had come from animals; they did, after all, share hair with other creatures) but the point stood.
Of course, young ladies were not supposed to end up exploring the African jungle, but that would have been almost a footnote to Jane's life had it not been for the woman that she met there.
Tarzan. Such a strange name, grunted down in the throat in a way that Jane still struggled to imitate. Tarzan was all sun-brown skin and dreadlocked hair, muscles moving beneath her skin as if they were doing some coordinated dance
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Jungle Fever {2/3}afterandalasiaMarch 4 2014, 12:39:36 UTC
But no was something of a lie as well, and it was always impossible to lie to Tarzan's unwavering gaze. Tarzan had struggled to understand lies at first, taking a while to grasp the idea that they were stories, told as if they were true. Once she had grasped this, she had becoming piercingly good at spotting them.
"Not at you," says Jane, trying not to make it sound like too much of a wail, and props herself on her hands. Tarzan moves closer, those sinuous movements making her muscles beneath her skin move in a coordinated way and-
Jane should not even notice such things, let alone linger on them. She should not admire the way that her triceps brachii tensed when she took more weight on her forearms
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Jungle Fever {3/3}afterandalasiaMarch 4 2014, 12:39:57 UTC
"It's not quite that simple," said Jane. "You see, ladies really shouldn't--"
Tarzan, having apparently decided that Jane was having another of her moments of talking nonsense, kissed her. On the mouth. Jane gave a little squeak that might have been protest, but could well have just been surprise or, frankly, have been pleasure. Tarzan's lips were very warm and very soft and tasted sweet, and a lady wasn't supposed to kiss anybody before they were married, and certainly wasn't supposed to kiss a woman, and
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Re: Jungle Fever {Sources}disneykinkloverMarch 6 2014, 16:28:49 UTC
You even do research, fantastic! This was a great read, thank you! I loved the line about Tarzan's breasts being a distraction for the Clayton's men, and Jane herself. (But not Clayton himself? :P I can see that!)
Re: Jungle Fever {Sources}afterandalasiaMarch 9 2014, 22:26:32 UTC
Well, I could admit that I forgot Clayton, or we could just acknowledge how terribly he pings my gaydar. :p But yes, sometimes I end up researching the most ridiculous things. (Have you see the reindeer penis conversation in the Off-topic? Yeah...)
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Of course, young ladies were not supposed to end up exploring the African jungle, but that would have been almost a footnote to Jane's life had it not been for the woman that she met there.
Tarzan. Such a strange name, grunted down in the throat in a way that Jane still struggled to imitate. Tarzan was all sun-brown skin and dreadlocked hair, muscles moving beneath her skin as if they were doing some coordinated dance ( ... )
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"Not at you," says Jane, trying not to make it sound like too much of a wail, and props herself on her hands. Tarzan moves closer, those sinuous movements making her muscles beneath her skin move in a coordinated way and-
Jane should not even notice such things, let alone linger on them. She should not admire the way that her triceps brachii tensed when she took more weight on her forearms ( ... )
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Tarzan, having apparently decided that Jane was having another of her moments of talking nonsense, kissed her. On the mouth. Jane gave a little squeak that might have been protest, but could well have just been surprise or, frankly, have been pleasure. Tarzan's lips were very warm and very soft and tasted sweet, and a lady wasn't supposed to kiss anybody before they were married, and certainly wasn't supposed to kiss a woman, and ( ... )
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Anon, Unknown, Primate Sexuality. Accessed 03/02/2014
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