Challenge #137 is CLOSED//Challenge #138: Changes |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|10:16 pm] |
Hey everybody! Challenge #137 is offical closed!
The winner this week is:
JUSTIN with 5 condoms!
Challenge #138: Changes
No rules, take this as your inspiration and go wherever you'd like with it!
Our challenger this week is Debbie!
Go forth and happy drabbling! |
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Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|10:50 am] |
Title: Welcome to Meathook And the Condom Goes To: Justin
Brian smirked as he watched Justin’s eyes widen at the scene before him. After much begging and several spectacular blowjobs, Brian had let himself be coerced into escorting Justin on his virgin visit to Meathook.
He snorted as Justin’s head swiveled to watch a studded and tattooed Dom lead his collared, bound, and leashed boy through the crowd, pausing to speak to other Doms as their boys knelt obediently at their sides.
“Shit!” he heard Justin whisper, and he draped a protective arm over his boy even as he smacked his ass lightly and jostled the butt plug nestled within. |
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Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|09:18 am] |
Title: Not Enough Condom: Justin
Brian paced restlessly around the loft. A shitty day followed by a piss-poor crowd at Babylon and an incredibly subpar blowjob had left him irritated and on edge. What he needed was to spend a few hours fucking Justin into the mattress, but that wasn’t going to happen.
Looking for a distraction, he disregarded anal beads and butt plugs in favor of a cock ring and his favorite dildo. Brian rolled his shoulders and took a last drag from his joint before stretching out on the bed. Sighing in frustration, he glared at the ceiling and reached for his phone. |
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Challenge #137: porn! sex toys |
[Oct. 20th, 2009|05:08 pm] |
Title: His Masterpiece Author's Note: Thank you to the delightful suze_y for being my beta. Smooches to you! And the condom goes to: Justin
Justin pressed Brian back down to the tarp. "You offered to help, remember?"
"As a model, not a fucking canvas." Resigned, Brian tensed as Justin started applying the body paints: broad sweeping strokes applied to chest, arms, and legs; teasing swirls over sensitive nipples and inner thighs; later, delicate accents along flesh weeping for attention.
By the time Justin was finished, Brian was hoarse, spent, exhausted.
Justin sat back, flexed his aching hand, then pressed it against his hard cock.
A masterpiece no one but I will see.
He then rearranged his living canvas, and immersed himself in his art. |
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Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 17th, 2009|10:54 am] |
Title: Unique And the condom goes to: Justin
Brian rolls his eyes and pops another fry in his mouth, letting the latest debate about dildos wash over him.
"What? Gonna tell us that you and Justin are above using toys?"
"Nope. We just have better imaginations than most others." He gives a very pointed look at his three friends. "Present company included."
Michael snorts and shakes his head. "They're sex toys, Brian. A dildo is a dildo is a…"
"Dildo." Emmett finishes, nodding his agreement.
Brian thinks about the penis-shaped ice tray in his freezer, the feather-soft paint brushes from last night and smirks. "If you say so." |
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Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 16th, 2009|08:39 am] |
Title: Feathers And the condom goes to: Emmett
The look on his face is comical. I can almost hear him thinking, A feather? What the fuck, Brian?
"Stretch out, Justin."
He does, still more amused than wanton. That will be changing momentarily.
Just as soon as I drag the feather over his cock, scratch against his nipples like a quill against parchment… oh, yes, the placating amusement will morph into unadulterated desire. The little hedonist in Justin will demand it.
I will demand it.
Straddling his thighs, I start my assault, letting nothing touch Justin's skin but the feather.
He lasts five seconds.
And then the begging begins. |
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Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 15th, 2009|12:43 am] |
Title: Broken And the Condom Goes To: Justin
“Oh Shit! It broke!” I looked in horror at the half-key I grasped in my trembling hand. “What the fuck do you mean, ‘it broke’?” Brian twisted his neck, trying to glare at me and his handcuff bound wrists at the same time.
“I mean, it fucking broke off in the lock, Brian.” I was starting to panic and the wrath of Brian wasn’t helping. “Should I call a locksmith?”
“Fuck the locksmith! Find the fucking bolt cutters!” Brian was so hot when he was enraged and helpless.
I smiled evilly. “On second thought Brian…I think I’ll fuck you instead!” |
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Challenge #136: Closed // Challenge #137: porn! sex toys |
[Oct. 14th, 2009|08:22 pm] |
Challenge #136 is officially closed.
A huge congrats to Daphne with her third win.
Since this is her third one, she retires and our 2 new warriors are:
Justin V. Emmett
~~~~ Challenge #137: porn! sex toys (I'm doing a repeat from long ago...our very first prompt. Now go make me proud!) |
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