| Challenge #144: Four Words |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|09:39 am] |
Title: Everything You Want
Notes: burn, ease, rug, glass
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
You stare in horror as you see Babylon burn before you.
You ease your way past the broken glass and sobbing humanity as you desperately search for familiar faces.
You try not to panic as you rush headlong into your fucking empire that’s now nothing but the stuff of nightmares.
You recoil in dread from a body with a ripped and tattered rug covering it like a shroud.
“Please, don’t let anything happen to him.” The words run through your mind in an endless loop.
When you finally find him, you realize that a lifetime together is everything you want. |
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| Challenge #144: Four Words |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|05:00 pm] |
Title: Patience
Note: burn,glass,rug,ease
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
He places a soothing hand on my back as he eases the glass dildo deeply inside my ass.
I push back against the widest edge impatiently and hiss at the burn as he smacks my ass sharply to remind me that he’s in charge.
“Patience twat.” He growls as he continues to alternate stinging smacks with gentle caresses that jostle the dildo in no discernible pattern, keeping me deliciously on edge.
“Please,” I beg as I rut against the ridiculously expensive rug, restlessly searching for the friction my cock is craving.
I moan as I hear the condom wrapper tear. |
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| *Challenge #144: Four words* |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|11:37 pm] |
Title: Soon
Notes: Thank you to ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _alicesprings for her quick beta. I appreciate it!
Four words: burn, rug, glass, ease
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
Fingers drumming against the glass tabletop, Justin sat, wondering what the hell had just happened. He rubbed absently at his neck, attempting to ease the tension building there. Moments away from fucking on the rug, and Brian pulled away?
“Cold hands, my ass,” thought Justin.
He looked toward the bedroom, watching as Brian stripped down to his briefs and crawled into bed, turning away without a glance toward Justin.
Justin got up and poured himself a shot, grimacing as the liquid burned his throat. Something was eating at Brian, but they were partners now. He would tell him soon enough. |
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