She thrummed like a subwoofer and begged him to strip her speaker wires. He pulled out his multi-purpose tool and lubricated it, proving who was her handyman.
Anya: Are you stupid or something? Giles: Allow me to answer that question with a firing.
'Sleeper'
Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
Dana - Jun 29, 2005 9:15:25 am PDT #350 of 10434
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
askye - Jun 29, 2005 9:24:20 am PDT #351 of 10434
Thrive to spite them
Their desire pierced her like a sandsupr, sharp but relief when he kissed her, hot like sand. She cried out, her voice like an eagle. Her wetness oozed around him as he murrmered, "My sweet mermaid" and a tsumani of passion crested over her.
Gris - Jun 29, 2005 9:30:22 am PDT #352 of 10434
Hey. New board.
That Doctor/Rose thing is very Bwah!
Deena - Jun 29, 2005 10:07:02 am PDT #353 of 10434
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
His molten gaze set off a bomb in her womb. His massive tool split her over and over, shaking her to her atomic core. They imploded as one being in a great mushroom cloud of desire.
Katie M - Jun 29, 2005 10:27:04 am PDT #354 of 10434
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
Oh, that's good.
askye - Jun 29, 2005 10:29:15 am PDT #355 of 10434
Thrive to spite them
Their cupoling was a build up of passion, Nikitia longed for the release that, as a BASE jumper, she knew would be like free fall. Michael was her parachute.
Her passion built and grew, Michael kissed her, laved her skin until she rithed on the sheets, soft as down. Nikita moaned, low and long. She was gushing between the white pilars of her legs, Michael hovered over her, his stiff, solid column readying to plunge within her. He plunged again and again, like a jet blast his pent up passion rocked her rotunda.
Gris - Jun 29, 2005 10:30:30 am PDT #356 of 10434
Hey. New board.
These are making my brain hurt.
Continue.
erikaj - Jun 29, 2005 10:43:21 am PDT #357 of 10434
Always Anti-fascist!
He was the specialist of love...his hands as rare and magical as a warmed-up speculum and just as precise. This was one physical Nikita would not have to be reminded to get." Examine me!" Nikita cried in passion's gathering throes.
Dana - Jun 29, 2005 10:44:35 am PDT #358 of 10434
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
I knew I could count on you guys.
He ferried her across the river of passion, slipping his pole deeper and deeper into her murky nether parts. The waves surged higher and higher until they both drowned, their lungs filled with the fluid that flowed from their overheated depths.
(ew. have now grossed myself out.)
Nutty - Jun 29, 2005 11:13:05 am PDT #359 of 10434
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I will pay cash munny to the person able to incorporate "raising the tent-pole in the love circus" into their snippet.