This made me laugh a lot.
Good. I considered "incorrigibly" but decided it wasn't bad enough.
Mal: We're still flying. Simon: That's not much. Mal: It's enough.
'Serenity'
Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?
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Am-Chau Yarkona - Jun 29, 2005 11:17:09 am PDT #362 of 10434
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
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.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jun 29, 2005 9:58:17 pm PDT #370 of 10434
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
It's not exactly the phrase, but I think it's within the spirit.
Gripping the bed-head as if it were a trampeze, Micheal swung his legs up and around Nikita's body, which was sequinned with sweet sweat. Shoving hard against the leverage this gained, he strained to raise the tent pole ever higher in the Big Top of their love.
As he came, spraying a firework of semen deep into her uterus, Nikita cried out that he would always be her Ringmaster. Then her body, too, spasmed in the involuntary contentions of a woman in love, her innermost lips flapping like a tent in a hurricane.
Consuela - Jun 29, 2005 10:03:51 pm PDT #371 of 10434
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
ohdearlord.
Am-Chau wins the prize.
(Y'all have made me very self-conscious, since I just wrote my first ever really explicit sex scene tonight and now I'm all worried that it sucks.)