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.
Haven't you killed me enough for one day?
Mal ,'War Stories'
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.
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
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.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jun 29, 2005 11:13:06 am PDT #360 of 10434
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
A spanner and a wingnut thrown together by the shaken toolbox of life, Micheal and Nikita clung to each other's apendages with the force of a G-clamp to a table ledge. His metal-hard screw-threaded lever wound ever harder into the soft wood of her core, leaving a round indentation on her G-spot which she knew would mark her infintesimaly.
DebetEsse - Jun 29, 2005 11:15:15 am PDT #361 of 10434
Woe to the fucking wicked.
infintesimaly
This made me laugh a lot.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jun 29, 2005 11:17:09 am PDT #362 of 10434
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
This made me laugh a lot.
Good. I considered "incorrigibly" but decided it wasn't bad enough.