Brighde thegoddess

Your eyes alight upon a woman of a somewhat non conformist bent, though she doesn't obviously fit
exactly into any particular counter culture well enough that you can guess what other people she' choen
not to conform like. %R %T Hair as rich and red as a bloody copper penny is kept from going all over
by being dutch braided back into two thick tails reaching nearly to her waist. Her face is somewhere
between cute and gorgeous. The adorable button nose slightly crooked from being broken at least once
is charming. Her strong jaw with a delicate cleft and wholly pugnacious chin hint's at a tenacity and
stubbornness that likely are a constant source of trouble for her. The rosy pink cupids bow of her lip's
are a touch narrow and dangerously plump are usually pursed in concentration, or quirked in a cocky
crooked smirk. She's a bit apple cheeked with a splat of freckles along the upper slope and the bridge of
her nose. Her heterocromatic eyes tend to draw the lions share of attention, the left being a calm,
soothing sky blue and the right a rather ferocious shade of green. All in all her features hint at some
connection to a famous island full of shamrocks and free of snakes, and an age barely allowing
drinking. Obviously not altogether thrilled with the soft, youthful beauty of her face she's gone and
worked blue ink into the skin of it from her temples down to her jawline on both sides of her face run
lines of Oghm runes with their telltale hatch-mark designs. Her eyebrows have been replaced with
intricate arches of Celtic knotwork lending the intensity of an eternal hint of a glare to her expression
no matter her mood.

As for the body, well it does draw some attention, though not for the feminine wiles and shapes most
women draw a gaze with. To start with she is tall, not freakishly so but she's an within inch either way
of six feet. Truth be told she's a bit lacking as far as curves go, oh they're there, but surpassing them is a
feat most women accomplish on a daily basis. She is however still very impressively built. She's not
jacked, shredded till she bleeds, and packed with cuts that would make a butcher shop jealous, no
there's still a bit of fat on her smoothing things out. She's trim though, her belly flat despite not being
the rippling six-pack of someone with enough free time for sit ups. Her upper body is where most of
her muscle is. She got arms the size of most legs bunching and shifting obviously with every motion
they make. Her hands are are sized about right to fit those deadly sleeve pythons, long fingered and
agile despite their size they none the less bare the signs of her trade, thick knuckles, calloused grip,
with the healed scars of countless small cuts and burns. Her fingernails are kept short and are often
blackened both from labor and bruising. Her broad back with thick traps, and wide delts suggest a
maddening amount of work involving repeated heavy lifting. Her waist narrows briefly giving a
definitive V to her upper body before flaring into rather medium hips. Her legs are thick thighed and
strong looking and the round swell of her buttocks are fairly impressive adding a touch of femininity to
her before ending in huge meaty calves and larger than average feet.

She's usually found wearing at least some of her work clothes, thick denim carpenters pants strain to
hold her legs. Further obscuring her lower half is is a half apron chock full of small pockets and loops
for tools, it's plan brown leather is discolored with stains and slag burns. Steel toed brown mens work-
boots keep her feet at least slightly protected. She wears little on her chest, usually just a sports bra
darkened by the sweat from working in her shop. She probably wears so little to show of the tattoo over
most of her flat belly, A circle of ornate delicately filigreed letters spelling out Póg Mo above her cute
little outie belly button and Thóin below barely not covered by her pants. Her look is completed with a
heavy leather jacket of the style worn by bikers, punks and metal heads alike. It usually hangs open but
it can be zipped up if need be to hide all of her skin. The shoulders have a bit of added padding and
some spikes and the sleeves have been reinforced three quarters of the way down with riveted and
obviously hand crafted double mail. The back of the jacket is dominated by a grinning anvil shaped
skull and crossed hammers below the words “Get Hammered Bitches!” across her broad shoulders.

Unclothed as she is now the ginger butch looks a little bit top heavy though not for the usual reasons.
The development of her brawny upper-body is more than a little impressive even with the bit of extra
body fat she has over those that usually sport such developed physiques. Her traps peak up over her
shoulders shortening an otherwise long graceful neck. Her already powerful chest makes a Sharp V to
her hips tanks to her wide lats. Her breasts aren't very big, slightly more than a handful but the heavy
pectorals under them give her a jutting arrogant sort of perkyness capped off with wide thick
bubblegum pink nipples. Her bared skin has three differing stages of tanned. Her arms and most of her
legs are thoroughly tanned with her chest, shoulders and belly sporting a bit less color, finally her
breasts, hips and butt are the famed Irish pale in the obvious outline of a sports bra and booty shorts.
Her skin is a bit the worse for wear with some obvious scarring from flame, blade, and asphalt. It's also
clear that her dates with Mr. Razor are infrequent as best usually sporting tufts of red hair under her
arms, a trail from her navel to her groin and a dusting across her shins. She's also freckley as fuck on
her upper body and upper thighs and especilly her breasts, the multitude of little dots blending in to her
tanner areas. Finally she's just about crawling with ink above the belt, most of it celtic knotwork around
her shoulders and arms and collar though there are several with holes in the designs both filled with
differing artwork and left blank for further things should the mood trike.

Brighde can't help but make a small sound that from anything more femmy than her might be a giggle,
However when she does it it is a high pitched micro guffaw. "Yes caboose, I am a gay robot... Nah.
Muscle tension trick, noticed when I was doing isometrics to long it could happen so I practiced until I
perfected the lesbian ninja vibrating palm attack." She gives your ass a good solid smack, one hand per
cheek. "Bing Bing" she says, it's easy to be impressed with your own cleverness when your 12 inches
deep in a girl who's both the hottest piece of ass you've ever been lucky enough to fuck, and your own
loving little sister. "The ride is about to begin, plaease keep your arms and legs inside at all times while
the ride is in motion." She takes a few practice thrusts first half out and all the way back in back, then
three quarters, finally she pulls out till just the head is inside of you resheathing this tme with a little
more oomph her hips meeting your ass with a satisfying thwack. "Jesus, you're the only person who's
ever called me daddy and I thought it was hot, it sounded so dumb from all the other girls... But you
baby sis... I can just hear the hungry little slut in you and it makes me so..." She pulls out faster this
time in and out in one solid motion "Fucking..." one of her hands twines in your long loose hair pulling
your head back and pointing it at the mirror behind her head board so you can watch her actually do her
thing. "Hot!" her other hand grabs your shoulder and her hips start to move. "We here at big stud sister
amusement park cannot be held liable for loss of virginity, vaginal grip, desire to fuck anyone else, or
consciousness. Remember to be safe, and always have fun." She's careful a this point but no longer all
that gentle, between your sweet encouragement and her research she's moderately certain youll live.
They aren;t as big as her arms but her legs have to do just as much work, calling them strog is a
rather evere understatement, and its not long before she starts using the power in those thick thighs to
make you seriously consider your life choices leading to this point. The quick tempo of your ass
slapping aginst her core is steady enough that with a little more bass you could probably dance to it.