Hee. I found the excerpts of the Greek gods one by threadsucking the first thread.

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aren't only the virgins allowed to ride on unicorns?

It's the Pegasus galaxy. Maybe only total sluts are allowed ride the unicorns there?

Ack. Why did 'ride the unicorn' have more than one meaning in my brain as I typed that?

Okay, in honor of my slog through the old thread, the golf cart sex. Comments are my original comments.

The golf cart he was riding in hit a bump and he went flying, hitting his head against the carpeted floor and passing out. Nikita rushed to his side and managed to take him in her cart back to the entrance door, his body covered in some sort of combustible material that slowly burned through his clothing.

Okay, first, don't ask why they're in golf carts. Secondly, what a coincidence that just from falling on the ground, he gets covered in combustible material that melts his clothes!

Michael was all banged up; he had lost consciousness but was not dead or maimed.

In case you were worrying that he was dead. Or maimed.

She knew she had to make him warm or he would surely die, so she proceeded to remove all her clothes and of course the bowl that covered him so well.

See, she'd placed the bowl over...never mind.

"Shut up Michael, I am not that hard up. I need to make you hot.” She said, trying hard to make him relax, smile, perhaps concentrate in something other than the problem at hand; she was also making him drink scotch straight from the bottle.

“I understand… perhaps…” He started to say, sputtering and his eyes started to close.

“Oh no you don’t, you are not going to sleep… here…” She said and incredibly started giving him a blowjob. ‘Whatever it takes.’

That's our Nikita. Selfless to the end.

She was rubbing her hands up and down his arms and legs, as her lips stayed attached to his manhood. She was sucking desperately the small, but yet perfect center of his being. She was rubbing herself against his legs, like a dog in heat and rubbing her breasts against his chest.

A bit more conscientious of what she was doing he started to enjoy the girl. Her mouth was warm against his very cold staff that slowly was unfurling without either of them realizing it. She moaned unintentionally and he let out a deep sigh, which made the blonde beauty wrapped tightly around him, smile. Carnal needs soon thereafter taking over the need to be kept warm.

She's selfless, he's "conscientious".

Michael was very good at this Nikita thought, good at giving as well as receiving, she was being well serviced and felt like a slut, surely this is what Michael was thinking of her. She was surprised after all he was a Prince and she would have thought he had never given head to anyone, probably never even received such a wonderful treat back. But she was amazed at how his tongue hit all the right folds, all the right places and had all the right moves, in her extensive sexual experiences, she had never known anyone this good.

After all, he is a Prince.

She makes me want to swear off sex for fear that it might be like that at some point. And I'm a slut!

That is so awful, it is painful to read.

(What a great day to drop by the fanfic thread!)

What. Matt. Said.

(Although I make Doris Day look slutty. Hell, tonight I chose Alias over a hot date. Damn. Season 4. Damn. I jumped off the sofa in astonishment at the ending, and Flatmate O'Mine also lunged back into her sofa, and y'all probably heard our screams of incredulity across the pond.)

Hoo-ha.

I think I may have to tag that.

My theory is if you call it a hoo-ha you're too young to see one that isn't yours.

I always associated "hoo-ha" with the female genitalia, not the male.

I can't believe he just wrote that....

She was sucking desperately the small, but yet perfect center of his being. She was rubbing herself against his legs, like a dog in heat and rubbing her breasts against his chest.

Wait, so she's sucking his "small but perfect" (oh, I can't resist the quotation) "center", her breasts are on his chest, and... what's rubbing against his legs?

I think we had this conversation before. I like how neither of them are aware of his "staff" "unfurling" -- wait, what's she got in her mouth again?

When I picture someone saying "hoo-ha" it's always some slightly prudish relative. Maybe someone's mom or aunt. The kind of prudish that's not really...you know, some guy takes his girlfriend (or boyfriend) to a family event and the relative starts on the embarassing stories.

"Well, you know, when Billy was a baby there was an issue with his...wel...you know... his (stage whisper) 'hoo-ha'. Didn't know what was wrong with him for awhile and, my, weren't we worried that it was serious! Thankfully it turned out okay! We barely even think about it, I'm sure Billy was too young to even know there was a fuss. Right, Billy?"

Then Billy tries to die of embarassment, or the relative would spontaneously combust.