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.
Willow, check you out! Witch-Fu!
Buffy ,'Lessons'
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Am-Chau Yarkona - Jun 29, 2005 11:13:06 am PDT #360 of 10434
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
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.
askye - Jun 29, 2005 11:27:32 am PDT #363 of 10434
Thrive to spite them
Michael balanced on a thin line between pleasure and pain, like a tight rope walker blanacing on a thin thread. Nikitia was the source of this thread, she nipped and laved, suckled his skin, she nipped at his skin with sharp bites like gnats.
She teasted him, moving from one anatomical region to another, blindfolded he tried to guess where her next move would be, but she the rope of her soft hair to confuse him even more. Michael gridded his teeth, desperate to cry out her name, his love for her, but he was a devoted mime and so called out his love only mentally, hoping that she would catch his minds desire and echo it with her voice.
Nikita, his sweet daring love, slid down his body and engulfed his burning hot rod into her cool sweet throat. Michael stiffened, went still, worried that his thrusts would hurt his delicate love, but she pumped his organ with her mouth, urging him on faster and faster.
He could do nothing but surrender to the sensations -- the air heavy with the scent of animals and popcorn, the sounds of laughter and muffled desire, her touch, sweet and soft as spun sugar. He wanted this to last and last, but she urged him on with constrictions of her throat, and he mentally screamed as he went off like a canon shooting his hot salty load down the sweet tunnerl of her throat.
askye - Jun 29, 2005 11:34:34 am PDT #364 of 10434
Thrive to spite them
I tried for raising the tent pole in their love circus, but my mind squidged off on another track.
Dana - Jun 29, 2005 11:36:51 am PDT #365 of 10434
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
he was a devoted mime
t snicker
erikaj - Jun 29, 2005 11:40:52 am PDT #366 of 10434
Always Anti-fascist!
That puts a different complexion on the "stuck-in-a-box" thing.
askye - Jun 29, 2005 6:03:34 pm PDT #367 of 10434
Thrive to spite them
On the way home from work I worked out how to get
"raising the tent-pole in the love circus"into a drabble, but then forget it in the midst of taking care of Mom's cat.
Maybe it will come to me in my sleep.
Deena - Jun 29, 2005 7:53:49 pm PDT #368 of 10434
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Oh dear lord. Those are amazingly bad.
Connie Neil - Jun 29, 2005 7:58:52 pm PDT #369 of 10434
brillig
huh huh huh.
askye said come.