| Greetings and welcome to
Kinky Kristmas 2015: Comment Kink Edition!
Our members have made requests for stocking stuffers that would help make their holidays happy -- and kinky, of course! Now you all -- both members and watchers -- have the opportunity to play Santa and fulfill those requests. In the form of comment kink!
Please read the information and instructions before you start stuffing our silk stockings:
• Request fills must be a minimum of 200 words (if fic) or a sketch equivalent (if art). Fills certainly need not be long (that would sort of be defeating the point of low-stress comment pr0n!); we just want to see a little bit of substance and thought in our stocking stuffers. ;)
• Since fills will mostly be short, we're not going to be strictly policing the rating of each piece. Just remember this is Daily Deviant and we want to see some sex!
• Each request may be filled twice -- once by a member and once by a watcher.
• When filling a request, leave it in a comment directly in a reply to the request you're filling.
• When filling a request, note whether you're filling it as a watcher or a member.
• If you are now or have ever been a posting member of Daily Deviant, you'll be filling the requests as a member.
• Claiming of requests is available but optional. What this means is that you need not claim a request in order to fill it, but if it's already claimed by someone else, it's off limits.
• In order to claim a request, comment directly in a reply to the request stating that you're claiming it. Be sure to note whether you're claiming it as a member or a watcher.
• Since we want as many goodies in our fishnet stockings as possible, there will be an expiration date on claims. One week after a claim is made (as per the time stamp on the comment), if the prompt has not been filled, the claim expires and the prompt is open for claiming or filling by someone else. So if a prompt you really love appears to be taken, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• If you've made a claim that has expired, you may still post a fill in reply to the prompt as long as no one else fills it or claims it first.
• Participants may have a total of two outstanding claims at a time. I.e., you may claim two requests, then when you've filled one, you may claim a third, etc.
• Additional prompts will continue to appear. So if you don't find a prompt you really love, remember to check back (although we hope you'll be following and playing along all month long!).
• Commenting, interacting, and generally having fun is welcome and encouraged!! Fandom is all about interaction with like-minded perverts people. Let's enjoy some friendly, smutty holiday merry-making! ;D
Got all that? Okay, good! Now...
LET THE STUFFING BEGIN!
(Pun totally intended, naturally...) |
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“Gods yes!” Rolanda spat out, reaching out for Minerva and sliding her off the table and onto her lap. The movement this required caused Rolanda to grasp at Minerva’s robes in tight fists, as she bit down hard on Minerva’s collar and shook and shivered through her orgasm.
When she was able to breath again, she relesed her mouth from Minerva’s shoulder and whispered apologies and endearments up her neck and at her mouth as she licked Minerva’s lips and kissed her, pulling her tightly to her.
As Rolanda devoured her mouth, chin, ears and throat, Minerva snaked her hands down between Rolanda’s legs and slowly, delicately pulled at the string attached to the globes tucked inside Rolanda. She moaned at each millimeter’s slide.
Holding them up to gaze lovingly at the instruments of torturous pleasure, Minerva gently kissed them, as if for a job well done. Rolanda watched with amazed wonder, lust shining in her eyes. And as Minerva reached behind her to deposit the balls on the table, Rolanda stood, holding Minerva and depositing her to the table as well.
“Would you like your prize here, or in your rooms?”
Minerva reached for her, wrapping her legs around Rolanda’s torso. “The wards are in place, the staff have all retired, well sauced, the children are surely in the grasp of a food-induced coma and quite frankly, I’m not sure I can wait.”
While she talked, Rolanda had begun removing the many layers Minerva was wrapped in, and when she was finished, she climbed on top of her, right there in the staff table, situated in the middle of the Great Hall for the meager student body and staff who remained through the holidays, and began to worship her way down Minerva’s body.
As Minerva’s skin tingled in Rolanda’s attentions, as her middle vibrated in anticipation, Minerva began to hum Scotland the Brave, the traditional song to celebrate a victory.
Minerva smiled smugly. Yes, sometimes it was good to be Scottish.