Fuck it Faye – Sexy Cosplay
I have a mild obsession with anime. I say mild because my memory is horrible and sometimes I’ll cross two characters into one to get the exact flying, gun toting, hentai loving beauty my imagination can dream up. It’s one of the reasons I love cosplay so much. The ability to slip into character, become someone I’m not.
A favorite is Faye Valentine of Cowboy Bebop. It’s a bit of an older show but, one of my favored teen memories is lying on the couch, watching Faye throw around her unstoppable woman attitude. My feet dangling off the back of the couch, bouncing in time to her well-endowed chest as she misfires an MP5K. Drooling over the way Spike longed to touch her, or watching her chase some dick down, shooting her Glock 30. Be still my heart.
Top off that powerful womanliness with a body that just won’t stop…
Yeah. So she may smoke, drink, gamble, swear, and kiss people to make them stop talking. Wait, those are her bad traits?
I remember one night when I was about 15, laying on the couch wearing one of those cosplay wigs resembling Faye’s deep purple hair. Shirt tied up, shorts too short, emulating her every move. My brothers friends emerged from the back room, one lingered just a little too long. I sat up on the couch and crossed my legs, hiding my tight little pussy from wandering eyes. My head turned, following him as he left the room.
A couple of hours later I woke up to that same, nerdy kid running his fingers through my wig. He crouched down in front of me, as my eyes fluttered open he whispered, “Faye.”
I smiled in response, sleepily, “Spike,” rolled off my tongue.
He leaned in and kissed me, a shockingly delicious, sultry kiss. My heart leapt and my pussy instantly drenched. Who knew little nerd boys could be such good kissers? Especially my brother’s friends!
He slipped one hand under my knotted shirt and felt for the clasp on my bra. A little too much fumbling, I giggled, slid my arms around my back, and unclasped it for him. My perky breasts bounced free from their cage and right into his waiting hands. A little moan escaped him and I bit his lip. He nuzzled up next to my ear, “Look at my eyes, Faye…” failing to finish the entire quote.
I look into his eyes and reply, “We deceive or we are deceived.” I finish the quote for him. These, the last words uttered as we tumbled onto the floor…
That night was my first foray into how incredibly sexy cosplay could be too. To this day, when I see my brother’s friend, he always manages to find a way to slip the words “Fuck it, Faye” into the conversation. I wonder if my brother knows? Hahaha, I’ll never tell…
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