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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Queens Court House Number
Harry Potter Golden Snitch / Harry Potter, Mercy Improvised
Title: The improvised
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Golden Snitch, Harry Potter
Genre: Erotic, Romantic
Warnings: PWP
N: Sometimes I wonder, but Harry, who suffers from this part of a snitch is not very normal, no? Then I remember that in the name of p0rn. Join the p0rn fest and "A prompt a day"
Harry ran a hand through his hair trying to focus, ignoring the sweat that clung to the shirt on him: the exams were approaching and is the library that the hall was completely full of people intent on studying. Eventually he had to rush straight to Hermione or Ron and gusts had taken refuge there, in their dormitory, with only the textbooks to keep him company.
Despite the ability of the muggy heat to slip up there Harry had opened the window, hoping for a bit 'of wind but is not. Was flipping through yet another book, struggling with the temptation to go get a cold shower to lower the temperature, when behind him, on the windowsill, stands suddenly a shadow.
Hearing coach Harry, along with his instinct seeker, forced him to turn abruptly, surprising as the Golden Snitch. The boy glanced
alarmed at the door of the dormitory, casting a spell to seal it before you get up and move closer to the ball, a vague sense of excitement mixed with fear of being discovered as always overtook him during their meetings.
Gryffindor reached one hand and the Snitch quickly rose in the air, leaning on his open palm and then moving, slipping on her thin wrist and arm back up to slip into the short sleeves of his shirt. Harry moaned, trying to protest as his eyes moved quickly toward the door, only to remember after a second of it already closed.
Harry was breathing heavily, trying to resist the pleasure she felt, her eyes trying to follow the movements of the Snitch on your naked body. Slid on his stomach, just brushing her nipples only to return later on in the second time by pressing on them, torturing him a bit 'before moving again, flattering his shoulders and tense muscles of her neck. Conscious of his wishes, Harry rolled onto his side, lying on his stomach. For almost hurt in a hurry to take off his glasses urgently, closing his eyes to better concentrate on the feelings of the metal on his skin. The
ran a raucous when without warning she felt penetrated by him, pushing the pelvis against the mattress, trying to expand more skinny legs and sank his teeth into the pillow in an attempt to stifle the groans.
moving your hand blindly Harry forking repossess their glasses and putting the object in focus now of his desire. Still upset ran a hand through his dark hair, stretching his legs up to check how much it hurt. The Snitch fluttered into his face slowly, lazily brushing her cheek before moving his lips parted. There is leaned over in search of a kiss, surprising Harry and almost embarrassed, flattered, smiled when you left the Snitch tarnish the entire area from his breath.
With a rattle the door handle of the dormitory came down suddenly, more than once.
Harry jumped up out of bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor and infilandoseli. Behind him he heard a faint flicker, and turned quickly, just in time to see the little shadow disappearing over the sill.
"May I ask why you locked inside?" Ron looked down at him, only then noticing the dress. "And because you're half-naked?"
Harry looked around, looking for the answer's simple enough that does not sound too fake.
"There's hot."
The expression on the face of Ron disappeared immediately and the boy nodded understanding, entering the room like nothing had happened.
"Merlino if thou hast reason! But next time I stay here to study there naked while you put up with Hermione in hysterics. "
For a moment Harry was seized by the vision of his snitch who came looking for him, finding only Ron naked intent to study. With a disgusted grimace shook his head, trying to forget.
Title: The improvised
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Golden Snitch, Harry Potter
Genre: Erotic, Romantic
Warnings: PWP
N: Sometimes I wonder, but Harry, who suffers from this part of a snitch is not very normal, no? Then I remember that in the name of p0rn. Join the p0rn fest and "A prompt a day"
Harry ran a hand through his hair trying to focus, ignoring the sweat that clung to the shirt on him: the exams were approaching and is the library that the hall was completely full of people intent on studying. Eventually he had to rush straight to Hermione or Ron and gusts had taken refuge there, in their dormitory, with only the textbooks to keep him company.
Despite the ability of the muggy heat to slip up there Harry had opened the window, hoping for a bit 'of wind but is not. Was flipping through yet another book, struggling with the temptation to go get a cold shower to lower the temperature, when behind him, on the windowsill, stands suddenly a shadow.
Hearing coach Harry, along with his instinct seeker, forced him to turn abruptly, surprising as the Golden Snitch. The boy glanced
alarmed at the door of the dormitory, casting a spell to seal it before you get up and move closer to the ball, a vague sense of excitement mixed with fear of being discovered as always overtook him during their meetings.
Gryffindor reached one hand and the Snitch quickly rose in the air, leaning on his open palm and then moving, slipping on her thin wrist and arm back up to slip into the short sleeves of his shirt. Harry moaned, trying to protest as his eyes moved quickly toward the door, only to remember after a second of it already closed.
Harry was breathing heavily, trying to resist the pleasure she felt, her eyes trying to follow the movements of the Snitch on your naked body. Slid on his stomach, just brushing her nipples only to return later on in the second time by pressing on them, torturing him a bit 'before moving again, flattering his shoulders and tense muscles of her neck. Conscious of his wishes, Harry rolled onto his side, lying on his stomach. For almost hurt in a hurry to take off his glasses urgently, closing his eyes to better concentrate on the feelings of the metal on his skin. The
ran a raucous when without warning she felt penetrated by him, pushing the pelvis against the mattress, trying to expand more skinny legs and sank his teeth into the pillow in an attempt to stifle the groans.
moving your hand blindly Harry forking repossess their glasses and putting the object in focus now of his desire. Still upset ran a hand through his dark hair, stretching his legs up to check how much it hurt. The Snitch fluttered into his face slowly, lazily brushing her cheek before moving his lips parted. There is leaned over in search of a kiss, surprising Harry and almost embarrassed, flattered, smiled when you left the Snitch tarnish the entire area from his breath.
With a rattle the door handle of the dormitory came down suddenly, more than once.
Harry jumped up out of bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor and infilandoseli. Behind him he heard a faint flicker, and turned quickly, just in time to see the little shadow disappearing over the sill.
"May I ask why you locked inside?" Ron looked down at him, only then noticing the dress. "And because you're half-naked?"
Harry looked around, looking for the answer's simple enough that does not sound too fake.
"There's hot."
The expression on the face of Ron disappeared immediately and the boy nodded understanding, entering the room like nothing had happened.
"Merlino if thou hast reason! But next time I stay here to study there naked while you put up with Hermione in hysterics. "
For a moment Harry was seized by the vision of his snitch who came looking for him, finding only Ron naked intent to study. With a disgusted grimace shook his head, trying to forget.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Linsey Dawn Mckenzie 16 Yo
Title: Pietà
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Genre: Drama , Sentimental
Alerts: What if?
Author's note: written for the "A prompt a day"
Remus knew that Sirius opinion of him and his lycanthropy, was a notion that was continually reminded of how when the boy was joking, speaking so happily of his "furry little problem". This time, however, there was nothing that Sirius could say at that time to disguise what he was doing the pity.
Remus shook more worn in the blanket that had pulled away from the bed in the Shrieking Shack, pulling the bony knees toward your chest and buried in half his head, feeling the tears from her cheeks went to the skin of the legs, then slowly slipping on them.
When the day before the full moon, James, Sirius and Peter had managed to get put in detention by Gazza, Remus had proved sympathetic with them, listening to their insults and recriminations to the caretaker that the entire catalog 'Stock of the man and then clean his office even without using the magic was strictly a job for more that elves by wizards. They knew too well not to know that words were mostly used as a way of saying that to offend those creatures, then he would never really angry with them only for them, not that night, then not missing a few hours when he should have been eclipsed in the Whomping Willow tunnel and for the first time in months and months they were not there to keep him company and to appease his instincts .
When others were due to separate from him in the Great Hall, Remus smiled as if nothing had happened, telling him not to worry, spend a night alone was not the end of the world after all. However
something, maybe look doubtful that Sirius gave him when the others already runs directly to the office of Gazza, the boy made him understand what he himself would have seemed very convinced of his own words. The truth
that Remus did not want to tell anyone of them was that they feared that the wolf had learned by myself how to get out of the Shrieking Shack. "Nonsense," he said, and returned to the dorm to prepare and wait for a professor to go and take him to accompany him to his residence for the full moon.
Remus awoke again human and naked as usual, lying at the foot of the stairs of the Shrieking Shack, just outside the tunnel. Still dazed the boy looked around, wondering what he was doing there, until his thoughts hardly froze when she noticed the blood that covered it completely, the blood that had horrible taste in the mouth and even on your hands. Screaming terror stood up abruptly, then falling to the ground helplessly. With endless minutes of effort he managed to climb the stairs to the bedroom and from there to the tiny bathroom. He turned the taps with trembling hands and the water, although with some initial hiccups, he began to descend. As a fury the boy began to wash their hands as the tears began to fall on her cheeks. Remus felt to be perfectly well that it did not hurt or bitten, he knew without even having to check that the blood was not his. Terrified, feeling miserable, could not stop begs the question of who could be the blood that is still felt on the tongue between the teeth, in their saliva. The hands had not yet illumined by the blood that the boy bent over the sink, pushing and spitting without stop crying.
The water could not erase the taste, he could not send away the blood from his skin, his body could not and would never be able to not make him think that he killed some innocent that night or to have the best the assumptions made a monster to life. He stopped scratching and rubbing his hands under the water only when, from beyond the veil of tears, she realized that the skin was not red for the blood of others but because they gall was alone.
him, perhaps the most modest of all Hogwarts wizard, did not realize they even still naked when he came back in the old bedroom, pulling the blanket off the bed and gettandosela him to hide even more tracks to their view of crime he had committed it to shelter from the cold that had started to attack him. With a groan you Rinta against a wall, almost shrunken, closing in on itself as tears slid slowly from his face to the rest of the body, as if to try to continue to wash away all the blood that still smeared.
rocking back and forth, the boy began to weep, sobbing, rejecting the idea of dressing up and return to the top of the tunnel and wait for the professor that there was going to recover it.
at noon, when all the students gathered in the Great Hall for lunch, the first thing Sirius and James noticed was the absence of more than half of the teaching staff with the few that present more , that eating seemed intent on counting the students. Without even touching food, the two boys plunged almost under the table, ignoring the curious glances of all to focus on the Marauder's Map.
Remus had not yet returned to school and all teachers were professors in the Hall. Travel, the boys left the room with Peter at his heels.
When Sirius finally understood the talk of the professors what had happened that night, he ran like the wind to the Tower, "borrow" the mantle of James and slings beneath it straight to the Whomping Willow, sowing Friends behind. Had crawled to the end of the tunnel as quickly as possible, concerned for others, only to emerge on the other side is completely filled with dust and sweat. Seeing the blood on the ground had almost had a heart attack but had tried to force himself and wand in hand, had climbed up the stairs, following the trail up to the bedroom. Sufficed just push the door to see his friend crouched against a wall, his head buried between his knees and the body surrounded by a dusty blanket.
"Remus?"
The moans had ceased for a moment, only to start again, perhaps even higher.
"Go away."
Sirius would have really wanted to smile, raise your shoulders and make a few jokes, he really wanted to pretend that there was nothing unusual, abnormal in that room, but the truth was not could: not with all that blood on the floor.
"Go away. Go away, Sirius. "
Boy slowly lowered his wand, putting it in his pocket. Calmly he had approached his friend, ignoring the way that he tried to withdraw from him, and slipped on the wall and sitting on the floor beside him.
"Remus, are you okay?"
The moans seemed to increase as the words coming from under the dirty rug multiplied.
"I am nothing but a murderess. I am a monster. I suck, I'd kill myself! "
When Sirius had tried to argue, trying to convince him to stay too far and never to repeat such a thing, the boy had turned for the first time at him, eyes wide and the shocked face, his eyes almost insane.
"What have I done? What have I done, Sirius? "
Sirius soon realized to fund what were the thoughts and fears of his friend and then he lost almost a laugh as he grabbed his head and pulled against her chest and burying her face in his hair, ignoring the arms of Remus that with the little strength that remained still trying to get away from him, to remain at a safe distance.
"You have not killed anyone, the only one to be dead tonight is a Thestral of the Forest."
words Remus stopped immediately to get excited and try to move away, leaving embrace completely immobile.
"Are you sure?"
Sirius nodded gently, passing his arm under the blanket, going to tighten the bony shoulders and icy the other.
"Yes, we spied the meeting that made the teachers when you do not report at the time you agreed to the Whomping Willow: they too were worried that you could have done something but it all worked out after they have checked the records and for better or worse they remembered seeing all these students. Then it was Hagrid with the expression halfway between the raised and the sad and said that one of its Thestral was dead. McGonagall was dropped on his chair and laughed almost hysterically. "The boy broke away from the head of the companion to peek its expression with a smile, trying to pull his morale up. "You know, I think it would not hold the news that his best student would end up in Azkaban: then who could have otherwise tried to manage me and Prongs? However, they simply thought you were still asleep and kill the Thestral was some other werewolf. "
But Remus did not smile or blush at the compliment that his friend had given him, remaining with the blank stare, still skinny fingers tightened on his uniform. Sweetly, Sirius tried to shake.
"Hey, Moony: everything ok?"
Slowly, the eyes of the werewolf was lifted over him, despair still visible in him.
"If it was this time, who can say that it will be next?"
"How?"
Remus returned to try to get away from him, the voice that it was a bit 'more ; safe.
"If now the wolf has learned to block the branches of plane and has no more problems to emerge in hunt, who knows if the next time you will not be there the victim is a human instead of a magical creature? "
Sirius looked at him seriously for a moment, weighing the words of others. He decided to speak up when his friend finally looked away from him, as self-condemned, that his lip trembled a bit 'and returning the shoulders to sag. By virtue of the heir to the Black still attracted to him, pressing her head against his friend's chest, arms, trying to surround and squeeze as much as possible.
"There will be me. Just do not let yourself be more Only until we left the school after graduation, right? "In silence
Remus shook the grip on his arms and Sirius for once had no trouble making serious plans for the future.
"And even after that."
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Laundromat For Sale Ues,ny
Fairy Tales: simple stories for simple minds
I made one Profile-Layout with 12 different versions on SHINee .
[2] Minho.
[2] Jinka.
[2] Jonghyun.
[2] Kibum.
[2] Taemin.
[2] Shinee.
Resources and credits over there .
Preview:
HOW TO INSTALL THE PROFILE LAYOUT
Go to edit profile
Copy and paste the profile code into the section titled "Bio"
Change the "Text here" with what you want.
Save the changes.
HOW TO CHANGE THE PROFILE HEADER
Install the profile code you want
Find "IMAGE URL HERE"
Change with the url for the image you want
Save the changes
Please don't remove my credit if you take it.
If you have any problem with the code, please contact me.
Please comment if you take it.
I made one Profile-Layout with 12 different versions on SHINee .
[2] Minho.
[2] Jinka.
[2] Jonghyun.
[2] Kibum.
[2] Taemin.
[2] Shinee.
Resources and credits over there .
Preview:
HOW TO INSTALL THE PROFILE LAYOUT
Go to edit profile
Copy and paste the profile code into the section titled "Bio"
Change the "Text here" with what you want.
Save the changes.
HOW TO CHANGE THE PROFILE HEADER
Install the profile code you want
Find "IMAGE URL HERE"
Change with the url for the image you want
Save the changes
Please don't remove my credit if you take it.
If you have any problem with the code, please contact me.
Please comment if you take it.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Eagle Metal Core Scooter Wheels Blue
FINAL FANTASY VIII Seifer / Squall, WITCH HUNTER ROBIN
Title: In the shower of the master
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Characters: Seifer Almasy, Squall Leonheart
Party : 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic , Sentimental
Alerts: Slash, Lemon, PWP
Word count: 1329
Notes: Written course for p0rn fest and another challenge against a p0rnodrilla, p0rnofanti the win!
Seifer had never noticed the amount of buckles and belts that surrounded the life of Squall, noticed only when they had to pull the mouth snow-white neck of the boy just to check what his hands were trying to do good in the dark by two minutes.
With a groan of protest, Squall closed his eyes and gripping his neck and pulled him back. Seifer smiled on her thin lips when the belt finally fell to the ground, immediately followed by the pants of Seed.
Squall shut her eyes with a groan, his head resting on the shoulder of the other while it looked around.
"Who would have thought that the rooms you have a private bathroom Seed."
Dealing levargli pants, Squall did not spare himself a slight grin on bare skin of his chest now.
"It is sufficient that you quit doing stupid things and you would have a well."
Ignoring him, Seifer was limited to the rear and hold it for weight lifting, expecting the master cingesse her pelvis with her legs before taking him into the bathroom.
The water flowed over their bodies, muscles fatigued by the day through his hair now plastered to his head. Seifer attacked strongly Seed lips, holding it with one hand behind his head while the other wandered the pale body of the other. Let go from the head of Squall, Seifer grabbed the soap, rubbing it under running water and then the body of the commander. Seifer's eyes closely followed the path of this bar of soap while slipping on her tightened and then the boy on his shoulders, then working muscles of the arms and chest, almost touching the edges of the areolae while the tips of his fingers touched her nipples. Squall moaned, kissing him back, and Seifer was content to feel his body as he continued to touch down on his body, soaping. The flat stomach, the hip bones, thighs, groin and finally, hearing the cries of the boy, teasing his erection and rubbed it hard pressing against her pelvis, bringing it closer to the limit. The soap slid back on the rear of the master, the flesh soft and clear, followed immediately by the hand. Squall continued to moan in his mouth while Seifer grabbed her buttocks, massaging without much grace, while dispersing the soap disappeared upon himself and the boy are just the soapy hands other.
"Seifer ..."
With a smile on his lips, the young man turned his Seed, causing the tiles to put your hands against the wall and then let the other hang his head, tired, Seifer knelt behind her, separating her buttocks apart and found the ring of muscles of the master. The shoulders of Squall and Seifer had a thrill that was the signal that prompted him to move closer to the body of the lips and started licking.
Squall shouted throwing her head back when he suddenly felt his tongue slip of Seifer inside him, licking the inside of its orifice and pushing As far back as he could. Without even wanting impedirselo, Squall found himself screaming with pleasure, moving against her tongue in quick shots until the hands of Seifer stopped him, grabbing her hips firmly. Almost slumped against the wall behind him while the boy is back on my feet, clasping the waist with his arms and kissing her neck.
Squall lifted his head from his shoulder, turning to kiss her thin lips of a lover. Seifer made him turn completely, licking his lips and squinting to see him enjoying, still lost in pleasure with a smile the young man put both hands on his shoulders and with a little 'pressure, he did bring it down.
Seifer Squall rubbed his head slowly, leaning one shoulder against a wall covered with droplets while the boy on his knees before he began to stroke his member. The student's Garden
she bit her lower lip hard watching the other start pumping, almost shyly at first and then with more confidence. A quick look at his face, and Squall finally pulled out his tongue, giving it a quick lick on the very tip. Seifer held his breath for a moment, almost surprised, releasing it when the boy gave the second lick, continuing movements increasingly long and ending to take his excitement in his mouth. A
pants escaped from the lips of young and beginning to move the dock, sinking into the mouth of Seed. With some urgency put his fingers through his hair of the master and then, with a slight tug, the gap itself, making it increase.
Squall did not complain for the treatment, falling on his lips like hungry: a groan escaped him when Seifer went against him, repossess his mouth in a moment, returning immediately to look for the soap.
Seifer breathed slowly between her lips, pushing his fingers repeatedly in the body of Squall while it kept the nails embedded in his back, sunk his teeth in his shoulder, the warm tongue to touch the meat continuously trapped in the mouth.
Slowly, the Seed broke away from him, taking a second to gaze at the huge sign that had left before you look him straight in the eye, just a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Seifer, just take me."
Squall's hands slammed against the tile with a damp soft noise. Fingers long and thin strip down when Seifer put a hand on her back, pushing him down, making it bend more. Just when you started the Seed to feel uncomfortable in that position so exposed, Seifer grabbed her hips and penetrates deeply. The commander's voice rose in a wail that soon turned into a kind of pants when the other began to move in him, moving with force without hesitation.
Soon their cries rose in unison while the two swayed back and forth, loving with passion.
Seifer would never admit to anyone but it was years since I felt so much pleasure as when he started the kind of relationship with Squall.
With a weary smile, it was decided to ask the question that had been excited since he had approached the neighbor to End of Mission.
"What would the Seed if you knew that the commander has in being fucked by me?" Although
breath, Squall managed to make a certain amount of toughness in his voice.
"What makes you think that if they find out you still do that?" A vague
laugh escaped the boy as he continued to sink into him.
"True ..."
Squall heard the alarm sound and a slight regret closed water. Calmly grabbed a white towel and if it passed quickly on the abdomen and chest while returned to his room. The chime just stopped when he saw Seifer sat on his bed: curious, Squall ran a towel through his hair wet without losing sight of his companion and his grin.
"How is it still here?"
No hurry, Seifer again put the alarm on the bedside table.
"I thought he should not see me leave your room when all of you they will be waking up to go to breakfast."
With a quick movement Seifer got out of bed, pulling off his shirt.
"What are you doing?"
Without ceasing to smile, the boy threw the shirt on the ground coming up to him then lay his hands on her naked body, leaving it without any hesitation slide my fingers in the crack between the buttocks of the other. With a stifled groan Squall approached the dock to his dropping the towel on the floor, clinging firmly behind the older boy.
"What are you doing?"
Slowly, the commander of the Seed heard one of the fingers of the young make their way inside him, penetrating, exciting. His breathing accelerated Seifer crashed against his jaw when the boy bent his head, bringing her lips to his ear.
"I thought we can get another shower, what do you think? "
Title: In the shower of the master
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Characters: Seifer Almasy, Squall Leonheart
Party : 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic , Sentimental
Alerts: Slash, Lemon, PWP
Word count: 1329
Notes: Written course for p0rn fest and another challenge against a p0rnodrilla, p0rnofanti the win!
Seifer had never noticed the amount of buckles and belts that surrounded the life of Squall, noticed only when they had to pull the mouth snow-white neck of the boy just to check what his hands were trying to do good in the dark by two minutes.
With a groan of protest, Squall closed his eyes and gripping his neck and pulled him back. Seifer smiled on her thin lips when the belt finally fell to the ground, immediately followed by the pants of Seed.
Squall shut her eyes with a groan, his head resting on the shoulder of the other while it looked around.
"Who would have thought that the rooms you have a private bathroom Seed."
Dealing levargli pants, Squall did not spare himself a slight grin on bare skin of his chest now.
"It is sufficient that you quit doing stupid things and you would have a well."
Ignoring him, Seifer was limited to the rear and hold it for weight lifting, expecting the master cingesse her pelvis with her legs before taking him into the bathroom.
The water flowed over their bodies, muscles fatigued by the day through his hair now plastered to his head. Seifer attacked strongly Seed lips, holding it with one hand behind his head while the other wandered the pale body of the other. Let go from the head of Squall, Seifer grabbed the soap, rubbing it under running water and then the body of the commander. Seifer's eyes closely followed the path of this bar of soap while slipping on her tightened and then the boy on his shoulders, then working muscles of the arms and chest, almost touching the edges of the areolae while the tips of his fingers touched her nipples. Squall moaned, kissing him back, and Seifer was content to feel his body as he continued to touch down on his body, soaping. The flat stomach, the hip bones, thighs, groin and finally, hearing the cries of the boy, teasing his erection and rubbed it hard pressing against her pelvis, bringing it closer to the limit. The soap slid back on the rear of the master, the flesh soft and clear, followed immediately by the hand. Squall continued to moan in his mouth while Seifer grabbed her buttocks, massaging without much grace, while dispersing the soap disappeared upon himself and the boy are just the soapy hands other.
"Seifer ..."
With a smile on his lips, the young man turned his Seed, causing the tiles to put your hands against the wall and then let the other hang his head, tired, Seifer knelt behind her, separating her buttocks apart and found the ring of muscles of the master. The shoulders of Squall and Seifer had a thrill that was the signal that prompted him to move closer to the body of the lips and started licking.
Squall shouted throwing her head back when he suddenly felt his tongue slip of Seifer inside him, licking the inside of its orifice and pushing As far back as he could. Without even wanting impedirselo, Squall found himself screaming with pleasure, moving against her tongue in quick shots until the hands of Seifer stopped him, grabbing her hips firmly. Almost slumped against the wall behind him while the boy is back on my feet, clasping the waist with his arms and kissing her neck.
Squall lifted his head from his shoulder, turning to kiss her thin lips of a lover. Seifer made him turn completely, licking his lips and squinting to see him enjoying, still lost in pleasure with a smile the young man put both hands on his shoulders and with a little 'pressure, he did bring it down.
Seifer Squall rubbed his head slowly, leaning one shoulder against a wall covered with droplets while the boy on his knees before he began to stroke his member. The student's Garden
she bit her lower lip hard watching the other start pumping, almost shyly at first and then with more confidence. A quick look at his face, and Squall finally pulled out his tongue, giving it a quick lick on the very tip. Seifer held his breath for a moment, almost surprised, releasing it when the boy gave the second lick, continuing movements increasingly long and ending to take his excitement in his mouth. A
pants escaped from the lips of young and beginning to move the dock, sinking into the mouth of Seed. With some urgency put his fingers through his hair of the master and then, with a slight tug, the gap itself, making it increase.
Squall did not complain for the treatment, falling on his lips like hungry: a groan escaped him when Seifer went against him, repossess his mouth in a moment, returning immediately to look for the soap.
Seifer breathed slowly between her lips, pushing his fingers repeatedly in the body of Squall while it kept the nails embedded in his back, sunk his teeth in his shoulder, the warm tongue to touch the meat continuously trapped in the mouth.
Slowly, the Seed broke away from him, taking a second to gaze at the huge sign that had left before you look him straight in the eye, just a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Seifer, just take me."
Squall's hands slammed against the tile with a damp soft noise. Fingers long and thin strip down when Seifer put a hand on her back, pushing him down, making it bend more. Just when you started the Seed to feel uncomfortable in that position so exposed, Seifer grabbed her hips and penetrates deeply. The commander's voice rose in a wail that soon turned into a kind of pants when the other began to move in him, moving with force without hesitation.
Soon their cries rose in unison while the two swayed back and forth, loving with passion.
Seifer would never admit to anyone but it was years since I felt so much pleasure as when he started the kind of relationship with Squall.
With a weary smile, it was decided to ask the question that had been excited since he had approached the neighbor to End of Mission.
"What would the Seed if you knew that the commander has in being fucked by me?" Although
breath, Squall managed to make a certain amount of toughness in his voice.
"What makes you think that if they find out you still do that?" A vague
laugh escaped the boy as he continued to sink into him.
"True ..."
Squall heard the alarm sound and a slight regret closed water. Calmly grabbed a white towel and if it passed quickly on the abdomen and chest while returned to his room. The chime just stopped when he saw Seifer sat on his bed: curious, Squall ran a towel through his hair wet without losing sight of his companion and his grin.
"How is it still here?"
No hurry, Seifer again put the alarm on the bedside table.
"I thought he should not see me leave your room when all of you they will be waking up to go to breakfast."
With a quick movement Seifer got out of bed, pulling off his shirt.
"What are you doing?"
Without ceasing to smile, the boy threw the shirt on the ground coming up to him then lay his hands on her naked body, leaving it without any hesitation slide my fingers in the crack between the buttocks of the other. With a stifled groan Squall approached the dock to his dropping the towel on the floor, clinging firmly behind the older boy.
"What are you doing?"
Slowly, the commander of the Seed heard one of the fingers of the young make their way inside him, penetrating, exciting. His breathing accelerated Seifer crashed against his jaw when the boy bent his head, bringing her lips to his ear.
"I thought we can get another shower, what do you think? "
Friday, January 14, 2011
Customize Football Visors
You leave everything behind. Fear, doubt, skepticism. Clear your mind
TITOLO: Devi lasciarti tutto dietro. Paura, dubbio, scetticismo. Sgombra la tua mente.
AUTORE: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Flashfic. Pwp. Love morbid ( Limerence ). Light violence.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore Salvatore cest } {
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Damon / Stefan, Love the way you lie.
SUMMARY: Why Damon knows that Stefan is lying.
THANKS: A![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_t6MM1yrtNskslatyL04wRn9aTYSb96WOD5vaT8oZIBtzdDrYXb3BWrNGnPAQ3cH16DVzHMP_-inF9DAQMv-n4CPhMPBSRu-1BsIyiWWRfDjREPkQ=s0-d)
yuya_lovah che l'ha letta in anteprima, come sempre.
A mauve_amethyst , perchè l'ha betata.
PAROLE: 414 con il conteggio di word.
Devi lasciarti tutto dietro. Paura, dubbio, scetticismo. Sgombra la tua mente
"Non mi piaci"
Damon aveva sorriso alle parole di suo fratello, avvicinandosi ancora un po' a lui, facendogli sentire il suo respiro carico d'alcool.
"Avanti fratellino , sei davvero noioso quando parli così"
Stefan l'aveva premuto against the wall with a vague disinterest noting that Damon did not respond.
"Damon, you know that when you do that, I do not like you"
Damon growled something between your teeth before you wriggle out of his grip by changing the positions, this time he was pressing the other against the wall.
"You know I love the way you lie to yourself, right Stefan?"
Stefan looked away from him, knowing that they are too weak to destroy Damon, so he remained motionless knowing that sooner or later his brother would be tired of that game. Unfortunately
Damon seemed to have tired of it. With speeds threw
Stefan's body on the bed, then by moving even faster, came upon him, licking his neck following the main vein, the artery that goes straight to the heart. Before
Stefan could move a finger to stop him, Damon brought out his fangs bite until it bled, then sucked and sucked in a gasp of wanton desire.
Oh, if he liked that taste. Stefan
shuddered but could not hide the groan of appreciation that escaped his lips.
"I knew you really liked. We've always liked, Stefan. E 'useless minds yourself, "said
emptied with a quick gesture both: the clothes were now obsolete and useless in that situation.
She kissed him with vehemence as he penetrated with three fingers, without sparing himself. Damon had not imported the very preliminary: it was one that went to the heart of the matter. In this case, went to the bottom of the opening of Stefan who was reduced to a quivering jelly under her expert hands. When Damon
considered the more ready, he went into the guttural groaning with pleasure that was penetrating into the veins.
Their embrace was long enough and the end is the one that the other were completely exhausted. In order to be Stefan, Damon did not have to do is lasciviously stroking his penis as he pushed him into marking it as his property.
Before falling into a sleep because, although they did not need vampires, was a must after having sex that way, Damon's ear chewed Stefan blowing hot air inside, making him tremble.
"It is true that you do not like little brother, you know it too, right?"
TITOLO: Devi lasciarti tutto dietro. Paura, dubbio, scetticismo. Sgombra la tua mente.
AUTORE: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Flashfic. Pwp. Love morbid ( Limerence ). Light violence.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore Salvatore cest } {
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Damon / Stefan, Love the way you lie.
SUMMARY: Why Damon knows that Stefan is lying.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah che l'ha letta in anteprima, come sempre. A
mauve_amethyst , perchè l'ha betata. PAROLE: 414 con il conteggio di word.
Devi lasciarti tutto dietro. Paura, dubbio, scetticismo. Sgombra la tua mente
"Non mi piaci"
Damon aveva sorriso alle parole di suo fratello, avvicinandosi ancora un po' a lui, facendogli sentire il suo respiro carico d'alcool.
"Avanti fratellino , sei davvero noioso quando parli così"
Stefan l'aveva premuto against the wall with a vague disinterest noting that Damon did not respond.
"Damon, you know that when you do that, I do not like you"
Damon growled something between your teeth before you wriggle out of his grip by changing the positions, this time he was pressing the other against the wall.
"You know I love the way you lie to yourself, right Stefan?"
Stefan looked away from him, knowing that they are too weak to destroy Damon, so he remained motionless knowing that sooner or later his brother would be tired of that game. Unfortunately
Damon seemed to have tired of it. With speeds threw
Stefan's body on the bed, then by moving even faster, came upon him, licking his neck following the main vein, the artery that goes straight to the heart. Before
Stefan could move a finger to stop him, Damon brought out his fangs bite until it bled, then sucked and sucked in a gasp of wanton desire.
Oh, if he liked that taste. Stefan
shuddered but could not hide the groan of appreciation that escaped his lips.
"I knew you really liked. We've always liked, Stefan. E 'useless minds yourself, "said
emptied with a quick gesture both: the clothes were now obsolete and useless in that situation.
She kissed him with vehemence as he penetrated with three fingers, without sparing himself. Damon had not imported the very preliminary: it was one that went to the heart of the matter. In this case, went to the bottom of the opening of Stefan who was reduced to a quivering jelly under her expert hands. When Damon
considered the more ready, he went into the guttural groaning with pleasure that was penetrating into the veins.
Their embrace was long enough and the end is the one that the other were completely exhausted. In order to be Stefan, Damon did not have to do is lasciviously stroking his penis as he pushed him into marking it as his property.
Before falling into a sleep because, although they did not need vampires, was a must after having sex that way, Damon's ear chewed Stefan blowing hot air inside, making him tremble.
"It is true that you do not like little brother, you know it too, right?"
Shaved Genitals Women
I try to open your mind, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to go through
TITLE: I try to open your mind, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to go through.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Flashfic. Pwp. Light violence. not consensual.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Boone Carlyle, John Locke Lone {}.
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Boone Carlyle / John Locke, Other Worlds.
SUMMARY: The island told Locke to do something.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 500 , with the word count.
I try to open your mind, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to go through
When Locke told him that he would discover new worlds if he had followed, would never have thought it possible that you would find lying like that on the fresh grass. Her legs were wide open because
-oh God-Locke wanted him obscenely open.
"John Locke ..."
or John Locke, or both, smiled at him and he found himself to groan as he tried to close her legs, unable to do so because that devil of a man he had tied to stakes. How successful was not yet understood.
One minute he was standing, to see the trap they had discovered in the dense forest, and the next he was lying on the ground, opened for him and Locke was watching him, or maybe it was watching the right word.
was there staring at him for several minutes and still had not done anything, had not touched, had not touched. Oh no, for heaven's sake, he had only observed, which annoyed him a lot.
"untie you?"
Locke denied moving his head only a few millimeters before smiling as if they were talking about how good it was the sun that morning and then did something that totally shocked Boone went down to him taking erection in his mouth completely.
began to pump it slowly as Boon bent his head and tugged the ropes that bound his hands.
"What the hell!"
He wanted to ask him to stop, reflect a moment on what he was doing, but it's damn-Locke- had just swirled the tip of the tongue, producing a delicious friction against his penis, which had caused shivers to the back.
"It 's the island that he asked me"
Boone did not try to understand his words had given up by now to understand what went into that man's head, and was surprised to moan asking more and when Locke returned to take care of his erection.
Boone contracted muscles, trying not to be instant: Locke and Boone was damn good wondered if, by chance, had not been a kind of escort and a director of a box. Box factory? It was the kind of blow jobs? Impossible.
"ss-Locke ... I am going to ..."
had to tell him right? Usually the girls with whom he was warned: they would not have the flavor of his semen on their precious language. Especially his sister, but Locke does not draw back. Swallowed up in the end all that Boone was able to give him and then he untied him and tried it in every way, to catch my breath.
still do not understand, Boone, Locke because he did such a thing but at that when well cared little. The most important thing was, in fact, trying to catch his breath as he felt his body tremble quell'orgasmo.
"The Island wants you to learn many other things Boone" Maybe
to fear for those who advocate words something he should not want, but it was not so strange because after that experience he found himself wanting to discover Locke knew what else to do.
"I will start calling you John, then"
TITLE: I try to open your mind, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to go through.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Flashfic. Pwp. Light violence. not consensual.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Boone Carlyle, John Locke Lone {}.
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Boone Carlyle / John Locke, Other Worlds.
SUMMARY: The island told Locke to do something.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 500 , with the word count.
I try to open your mind, but I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to go through
When Locke told him that he would discover new worlds if he had followed, would never have thought it possible that you would find lying like that on the fresh grass. Her legs were wide open because
-oh God-Locke wanted him obscenely open.
"John Locke ..."
or John Locke, or both, smiled at him and he found himself to groan as he tried to close her legs, unable to do so because that devil of a man he had tied to stakes. How successful was not yet understood.
One minute he was standing, to see the trap they had discovered in the dense forest, and the next he was lying on the ground, opened for him and Locke was watching him, or maybe it was watching the right word.
was there staring at him for several minutes and still had not done anything, had not touched, had not touched. Oh no, for heaven's sake, he had only observed, which annoyed him a lot.
"untie you?"
Locke denied moving his head only a few millimeters before smiling as if they were talking about how good it was the sun that morning and then did something that totally shocked Boone went down to him taking erection in his mouth completely.
began to pump it slowly as Boon bent his head and tugged the ropes that bound his hands.
"What the hell!"
He wanted to ask him to stop, reflect a moment on what he was doing, but it's damn-Locke- had just swirled the tip of the tongue, producing a delicious friction against his penis, which had caused shivers to the back.
"It 's the island that he asked me"
Boone did not try to understand his words had given up by now to understand what went into that man's head, and was surprised to moan asking more and when Locke returned to take care of his erection.
Boone contracted muscles, trying not to be instant: Locke and Boone was damn good wondered if, by chance, had not been a kind of escort and a director of a box. Box factory? It was the kind of blow jobs? Impossible.
"ss-Locke ... I am going to ..."
had to tell him right? Usually the girls with whom he was warned: they would not have the flavor of his semen on their precious language. Especially his sister, but Locke does not draw back. Swallowed up in the end all that Boone was able to give him and then he untied him and tried it in every way, to catch my breath.
still do not understand, Boone, Locke because he did such a thing but at that when well cared little. The most important thing was, in fact, trying to catch his breath as he felt his body tremble quell'orgasmo.
"The Island wants you to learn many other things Boone" Maybe
to fear for those who advocate words something he should not want, but it was not so strange because after that experience he found himself wanting to discover Locke knew what else to do.
"I will start calling you John, then"
Vélociter De Tac5 Recon
The future is our time
TITLE: The future is our time.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Drabble. Romantic.
RATINGS: NC17.
Disclaimers: No Johnny belongs to me, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Shigeaki Kato, Tegoshi Yuya {TegoShige; ShigeTego; ShigeShi }.
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Kato Shigeaki / Tegoshi Yuya, soul mates.
SUMMARY: They love each other and make love when you see, you see.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 100, with the word count.
The future is our time
When they did, they felt it in their heart it was so obvious, so incredibly easy to understand that it would be strange if there were not successful.
They were made for each other. They were what is called soul mates. Because when Tegoshi
kissed him, biting him on the shoulder or licking the swollen member knew exactly how do so.
Because when he kissed Tegoshi, the entering into or marks it as his property, Tegoshi always moaning, a sign that he was really like.
And even when he was there, with a member of Tegoshi between her lips, she was in heaven.
TITLE: The future is our time.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Drabble. Romantic.
RATINGS: NC17.
Disclaimers: No Johnny belongs to me, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Shigeaki Kato, Tegoshi Yuya {TegoShige; ShigeTego; ShigeShi }.
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Kato Shigeaki / Tegoshi Yuya, soul mates.
SUMMARY: They love each other and make love when you see, you see.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 100, with the word count.
The future is our time
When they did, they felt it in their heart it was so obvious, so incredibly easy to understand that it would be strange if there were not successful.
They were made for each other. They were what is called soul mates. Because when Tegoshi
kissed him, biting him on the shoulder or licking the swollen member knew exactly how do so.
Because when he kissed Tegoshi, the entering into or marks it as his property, Tegoshi always moaning, a sign that he was really like.
And even when he was there, with a member of Tegoshi between her lips, she was in heaven.
Can I Still Exercise With Herpes
A thing is to know the right path, and insert it into another
TITLE: one thing to know the right path, and another to take.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Double Drabble. Pwp. Mildly Angst.
RATINGS: NC17.
Disclaimers: No Johnny belongs to me, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Tegoshi Yuya, Nishikido Ryo RyoTego {}.
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Nishikido Ryo / Tegoshi Yuya, Cross-dress.
SUMMARY: They meet, they do it, but do not love.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 200, with the word count.
one thing to know the right path, is another spoon-feed
Tegoshi now knew the shameful secret of Ryo, the fact that he liked the cross-dresser, but most of all, he liked him dressed as a woman.
For this reason, whenever they found themselves in the hotel room with the lights dimmed, he had dressed that way: skirt above the knee, strictly scarlet, white shirt open over a bra the same color of her skirt, and a wig on his head.
Ryo smiled looking at him and asked him to lie down on the bed, what he did with evident pleasure.
Then he took to undress while kissing him. It was getting slowly savoring every moment of that action. Why in those moments to be returned Tegoko Tegoshi.
And then, every damn time, Ryo took it with vehemence, holding her legs apart as he pushed inside him. Kissed him, biting him until Tegoshi was not with a hoarse groan and Ryo did the same shortly after filling.
Then they found themselves to be fixed, while both, catch my breath, but once he had recovered, got up, leaving him alone in bed to go take a shower.
Tegoshi, however, knew that among them could only be this: Ryo did not like him, and vice versa.
TITLE: one thing to know the right path, and another to take.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Double Drabble. Pwp. Mildly Angst.
RATINGS: NC17.
Disclaimers: No Johnny belongs to me, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Tegoshi Yuya, Nishikido Ryo RyoTego {}.
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Nishikido Ryo / Tegoshi Yuya, Cross-dress.
SUMMARY: They meet, they do it, but do not love.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 200, with the word count.
one thing to know the right path, is another spoon-feed
Tegoshi now knew the shameful secret of Ryo, the fact that he liked the cross-dresser, but most of all, he liked him dressed as a woman.
For this reason, whenever they found themselves in the hotel room with the lights dimmed, he had dressed that way: skirt above the knee, strictly scarlet, white shirt open over a bra the same color of her skirt, and a wig on his head.
Ryo smiled looking at him and asked him to lie down on the bed, what he did with evident pleasure.
Then he took to undress while kissing him. It was getting slowly savoring every moment of that action. Why in those moments to be returned Tegoko Tegoshi.
And then, every damn time, Ryo took it with vehemence, holding her legs apart as he pushed inside him. Kissed him, biting him until Tegoshi was not with a hoarse groan and Ryo did the same shortly after filling.
Then they found themselves to be fixed, while both, catch my breath, but once he had recovered, got up, leaving him alone in bed to go take a shower.
Tegoshi, however, knew that among them could only be this: Ryo did not like him, and vice versa.
Highlights For Dark Brown Hair
Weasley and Malfoy together? Maybe when the glaciers melt
TITLE: Weasley and Malfoy together? Maybe when the glaciers melt.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: OneShot. Pwp.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Bilius Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy Lucius { DracoRon , Prince and Pauper, Fire and Ice, Weasel and Ferret}
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Draco Malfoy / Ron Weasley "But freckles you even there? "/" Fear ... Weasley? "/" Take off your ruddy hands from my hair, Weasley! "" Only if you promise not to cut, Draco! "
SUMMARY: Simply, these two should not have sex, and not even be together, but they do.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 900 (200 +300 +400), with the word count.
Weasley and Malfoy together? Maybe when the glaciers melt
("But you're even freckles down there? ")
When unzipped his pants let out a giggle.
"But you have freckles even there?"
Ron pushed his face closer to its members warning him to shut up and use the language to something more useful than talking to empty. Draco obeyed to swallow.
felt the heavy breathing of the other while sucking the tip with intensity.
knew to be good: Ron wrapped part of the erection with one hand while sucking him, not wanting to be suffocated by the pressures of the other convulsively.
"You feel a bit 'off? Risk of choking down here "
Ron did not seem to have heard him because she took his face and ordered him closer to the speed of its members to follow while they were licked. Draco snorted: he had never been treated this way by any of his occasional lovers. The real problem was that Ron was not any one: he was a Gryffindor and more Weasley. When
warned its flavor on the palate swallowed in disgust.
Another thing that none of her lovers had done was this: no one had come in the mouth without warning, usually he was the one that came before the others. It was sort of rule.
Ron was different: he liked.
("Take off your ruddy hands from my hair, Weasley!" "Only if you promise not to cut them, Draco!" )
"I've come in my mouth," Ron chuckled amused by his
words: yes, he had just done, came into his mouth.
"like the taste, prince?"
Draco snorted as he would sit and look at him straight in the eye.
"Next, now you must stop talking and produce something more satisfying with the language "
Ron nodded as he kissed her and biting her upper lip. He moved behind the couch putting his hand through his hair, slightly tirandoglieli.
"Take off your ruddy hands from my hair, Weasley!"
Ron, in response, began to weave, as if to recreate those with a small braid hair, the color of light. Draco growled, almost, in a low voice that even if he liked Weasley could not afford everything he wants anyway, right?
"Only if you promise not to cut them, Draco, "Draco snorted
stripped of his pants while waiting for someone to blacks, or more precisely, Ron Weasley, you were to do something good rather than break the boxes.
"Come on, Ron ..." Ron nodded
kneeling before him, taking him by the State with one hand, and began pumping it slowly. He walked over to it and then licking the tip slightly, literally welcomed by groans were leaving his lips to Draco and delighted his ears.
He knew exactly what she liked to Draco: now it was a bit 'that could be seen and as long as they were called by their names, at least sometimes.
Harry and Hermione did not know anything and even their friends of the other Slytherin, and it was the great thing: the danger, the satisfaction of the transgression.
He pushed closer to wrap the State of Draco pumping it with her lips slightly, moving his hands to his thighs to be able to hold. In those moments
Draco became dangerously restless.
("Fear ... Weasley?" )
When Draco did stand up without letting him finish his chore was extremely surprised it had never happened before.
And when I laid her down on the huge bed that Room of Requirement had re-created for them, it was even more.
"Fear ... Weasley?"
It was only after those words that she understood what he had in mind and the other with a flash reversed the positions found themselves on Draco, more precisely astride on his pelvis.
"Would you like Malfoy, would you like, but like I always said, since the first time, everybody knows you're a person who loves to groan under the pressures of the other so it is useless to try to fool me"
Draco put a real child pouting and Ron had to laugh.
"But ... you told me that I could be on top, once"
Ron did not make it: You laughed and stroked his hairless chest, lint-free cloth.
"In your dreams, Draco. I told you you could do in your dreams "
Then she kissed him as he carried his fingers to his opening, started to push inside, moving them to snap to enlarge as much as possible. He'd already lubricated, of course, with a quick spell.
when he came to push and bite him in the shoulder with the same intensity, was awarded by the groans of Draco, in that case, confirmed in advance what he had said earlier.
Draco was passive: it was, it was at that time and always would be.
Their lovemaking was slow, but did not last long. When they were: Ron for the second consecutive time, while Draco only for the first, looked into her eyes.
Ron had discovered early on that the Slytherin was not as evil as he wanted to persuade the rest of mankind, and yes, I was pleased.
"So, did you like Draco?" Draco not
reply to his question, was curled up asleep between the sheets at once.
Ron began to stroke his cheek before he could fall asleep too.
Perhaps theirs was not a real transgression: perhaps it was something more, more strong. Having something to tell to posterity, but how would they do?
It was not so simple after all.
can not believe that someone had passed a similar relationship: especially their families.
Weasley and Malfoy together? Maybe when the glaciers melt.
TITLE: Weasley and Malfoy together? Maybe when the glaciers melt.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: OneShot. Pwp.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Bilius Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy Lucius { DracoRon , Prince and Pauper, Fire and Ice, Weasel and Ferret}
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Draco Malfoy / Ron Weasley "But freckles you even there? "/" Fear ... Weasley? "/" Take off your ruddy hands from my hair, Weasley! "" Only if you promise not to cut, Draco! "
SUMMARY: Simply, these two should not have sex, and not even be together, but they do.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 900 (200 +300 +400), with the word count.
Weasley and Malfoy together? Maybe when the glaciers melt
("But you're even freckles down there? ")
When unzipped his pants let out a giggle.
"But you have freckles even there?"
Ron pushed his face closer to its members warning him to shut up and use the language to something more useful than talking to empty. Draco obeyed to swallow.
felt the heavy breathing of the other while sucking the tip with intensity.
knew to be good: Ron wrapped part of the erection with one hand while sucking him, not wanting to be suffocated by the pressures of the other convulsively.
"You feel a bit 'off? Risk of choking down here "
Ron did not seem to have heard him because she took his face and ordered him closer to the speed of its members to follow while they were licked. Draco snorted: he had never been treated this way by any of his occasional lovers. The real problem was that Ron was not any one: he was a Gryffindor and more Weasley. When
warned its flavor on the palate swallowed in disgust.
Another thing that none of her lovers had done was this: no one had come in the mouth without warning, usually he was the one that came before the others. It was sort of rule.
Ron was different: he liked.
("Take off your ruddy hands from my hair, Weasley!" "Only if you promise not to cut them, Draco!" )
"I've come in my mouth," Ron chuckled amused by his
words: yes, he had just done, came into his mouth.
"like the taste, prince?"
Draco snorted as he would sit and look at him straight in the eye.
"Next, now you must stop talking and produce something more satisfying with the language "
Ron nodded as he kissed her and biting her upper lip. He moved behind the couch putting his hand through his hair, slightly tirandoglieli.
"Take off your ruddy hands from my hair, Weasley!"
Ron, in response, began to weave, as if to recreate those with a small braid hair, the color of light. Draco growled, almost, in a low voice that even if he liked Weasley could not afford everything he wants anyway, right?
"Only if you promise not to cut them, Draco, "Draco snorted
stripped of his pants while waiting for someone to blacks, or more precisely, Ron Weasley, you were to do something good rather than break the boxes.
"Come on, Ron ..." Ron nodded
kneeling before him, taking him by the State with one hand, and began pumping it slowly. He walked over to it and then licking the tip slightly, literally welcomed by groans were leaving his lips to Draco and delighted his ears.
He knew exactly what she liked to Draco: now it was a bit 'that could be seen and as long as they were called by their names, at least sometimes.
Harry and Hermione did not know anything and even their friends of the other Slytherin, and it was the great thing: the danger, the satisfaction of the transgression.
He pushed closer to wrap the State of Draco pumping it with her lips slightly, moving his hands to his thighs to be able to hold. In those moments
Draco became dangerously restless.
("Fear ... Weasley?" )
When Draco did stand up without letting him finish his chore was extremely surprised it had never happened before.
And when I laid her down on the huge bed that Room of Requirement had re-created for them, it was even more.
"Fear ... Weasley?"
It was only after those words that she understood what he had in mind and the other with a flash reversed the positions found themselves on Draco, more precisely astride on his pelvis.
"Would you like Malfoy, would you like, but like I always said, since the first time, everybody knows you're a person who loves to groan under the pressures of the other so it is useless to try to fool me"
Draco put a real child pouting and Ron had to laugh.
"But ... you told me that I could be on top, once"
Ron did not make it: You laughed and stroked his hairless chest, lint-free cloth.
"In your dreams, Draco. I told you you could do in your dreams "
Then she kissed him as he carried his fingers to his opening, started to push inside, moving them to snap to enlarge as much as possible. He'd already lubricated, of course, with a quick spell.
when he came to push and bite him in the shoulder with the same intensity, was awarded by the groans of Draco, in that case, confirmed in advance what he had said earlier.
Draco was passive: it was, it was at that time and always would be.
Their lovemaking was slow, but did not last long. When they were: Ron for the second consecutive time, while Draco only for the first, looked into her eyes.
Ron had discovered early on that the Slytherin was not as evil as he wanted to persuade the rest of mankind, and yes, I was pleased.
"So, did you like Draco?" Draco not
reply to his question, was curled up asleep between the sheets at once.
Ron began to stroke his cheek before he could fall asleep too.
Perhaps theirs was not a real transgression: perhaps it was something more, more strong. Having something to tell to posterity, but how would they do?
It was not so simple after all.
can not believe that someone had passed a similar relationship: especially their families.
Weasley and Malfoy together? Maybe when the glaciers melt.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Different Shaped Nipples
take the red pill, remains in Wonderland, and show you how deep the rabbit hole
TITLE: take the red pill, remains in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: OneShot. Pwp . Love morbid ( Limerence ).
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Damon Salvatore, Dean Winchester {daemon}
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Damon / Dean "That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot" / "Dude? Seriously, 'dude'? "/" I am going to hell. Again "/" Vampires? It's gets funnier Every time I hear that. "
SUMMARY: Sam thinks a favor to Dean, so send it in the only book that can make him smile. And there, Dean and Damon meet. Set in the fourth season of Supernatural. SPOILERS for "The Vampires Diaries." Based on the books and not on the show.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 2300 (771 +604 +700 +225), with the word count.
take the red pill, remains in Wonderland, and show you how deep the rabbit hole
("That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot" ) When
Dean fell asleep that night, he could not imagine what Sammy had planned for him.
"Ben woke up, Dean"
When Dean began to fire in front of him could immediately notice a wall made of stones and looked quite overwhelming: it was by chance ended up in a secret? Plausible. The real problem, however, was not the place where he was, but the person who stood before him: Damon Salvatore. Or at least, as he had imagined Damon Salvatore.
dark hair, dark eyes and an even more physical marble. A mischievous look and an irresistible smile. Damon Salvatore
knew it was because for some weeks, did nothing but sognarselo night. He spent all his free time he had to read the volumes of that history, which began as a game, which eventually won him literally.
He liked Damon, how many times reading laughed at his jokes? How many times Sam had looked at him curiously? How many times had asked for an explanation?
was asked the normal explanations: Dean smiled just reading these books since his return from Hell.
"I'm dreaming again, right?"
Damon shook his head, chuckling.
"I even dream? Not supposed to be so famous, for you. And how are your dreams? An indomitable master spanking if you do not do good? "Dean grinned
: yes, it was definitely one of his dreams.
"I regret having to give bad news, but this is not a dream. E 'was to bring Sam here. Your brother. You know, even Stefan I would have done such a thing. How strange is your relationship between you, Winchester. Oh, and I had not even told you I would never have believed it. And so I said to do one thing ... "
Damon walked strode the short distance that separated them. When he arrived a few inches from his face, reached out a hand nailed to the wall, scratching his neck as he did. Dean groaned in pain: the movement was unpredictable and definitely too fast to stop it.
"This has never happened to one of your dreams, is not it?"
"So you're telling me that Sammy has done all this because he believes that in this way, I will turn to smile? Just because I met you? "
Damon nodded. Dean had calmed down, so he had let go and now were "amiable" conversation on a leather couch, black, while sipping whiskey.
"When I get back into my reality will kill Sammy, I swear"
Damon chuckled, getting up and looking into his eyes.
"Here I'm in charge and then ... Sam told me a lot of things, you know? What in your reality you ensnare people like me to, and kill them. What in your reality I'm just a character in a book ... "
Dean tried to sound out his eyes, but did not understand: he could not at that time.
"And 'The time has come for me to know and for you to ..." she smiled taking her hand before his chest, then slap the belly button and opened the shirt and finally, to grasp the State after having marched Part of her jeans "Dots, dots, dots" to every action was a marked word.
Dean looked at him surprised but could not stifle a moan of pleasure to the exit.
"You know, Sam also told me I saw you masturbate on that book about me"
chuckled and kissed his lips continued to pump up his penis, slowly and without haste. Dean found himself gasping trying to think, but at that time was impossible. All this seemed impossible.
Sammy from Bobby who was helping to send him the book. Sammy had seen him masturbating to a male character's sex and was sitting quietly, saying nothing. Why? Why
then in a moment so important? Soon there was the Book of Revelation and he was the only one capable of being able to stop and ... No, at that time Dean could not think of anything else that was not Damon's hand on his penis. He would never have thought possible such a thing.
"C-What would you know?"
Dean cursed internally to the hoarse and trembling voice that came out.
Damon continued to masturbate while the other hand the undressed and undressed: vampires could be very quick when something ardently desired.
"Just know how much you like my little Dean ..."
He bent over him licking the tip with her tongue. This member of Dean was tense and hard.
He licked his lips again and then went on supporting the language on any surface that could play Dean and choked another moan of pleasure.
("Dude? Seriously, 'dude'?" )
when Damon was about to be parted from him, smiling sweetly, as if blinking was amused by what he had done from the face of the other in that time.
"What is it? Hmmm? Would you come? "Dean leaned
towards him grabbing him by the shoulder, sticking nails into the skin up to scratch so much to make him roll a few drops of blood around his arm.
"You're kidding, right? Next ... finish what you started! You have made a deal with my brother, no? Then get it done! "
Damon chuckled sitting on the couch, completely naked without being ashamed of what he had nothing to show. After all, with a body like hers, what was to be ashamed of? Nothing at all.
"You're not like your brother, right? A dandy ... "Damon looked
surprised by those words.
"Dandy? Seriously, "dude"? That 's what others think of him you who read our book? "
Dean shook his head, stand up, and were close to him to kiss, nibbling her ear, bringing a hand to his member beginning to relax give him a perspective of what would be granted shortly thereafter.
"I do not know, actually. I do not talk much with other people because of my work. But "dude" is what I thought of him after the first time that was presented in the book, but not really want to talk about him right now, right? "
He bent over him licking the tip, sucking idly while carrying a hand to its members trying to accomplish what little Damon first began.
Damon tried to keep his voice steady while filming to speak well: he was curious about what the first had Sam and Dean then revealed, even if his ego did not allow him to share fully the idea that he was the only character of a book. After all, he was true: he lived and breathed. Okay, it was neither live nor breathe, but that does not would certainly say that it was only a character on paper, right?
"Tell me why you like me so much, I mean in the book" Dean grinned
stronger pumping his member before you slide it out from his lips, even stopping to work on their membership in order to control the entry and answer.
"I like you because you're like me, Damon. You're a little 'self-centered. Always believe you are right, you believe to be the only one who can control things. You want everything to go as you say. Well ... are me as a vampire "
Damon chuckled, welcomed by those words and then put his hand behind the head of Dean reported on his State, by adjusting the intensity of his blow, the intensity of the tongue that gently lapped the State delighting with pleasant chills that ran down to his back.
Dean was in his mouth while he masturbated faster, the drops of orgasm that made my hand slip. Damon Dean
Both were surprised by the intensity of emotions they felt and smiled and decided, however, to ignore it. They were both too preoccupied with themselves to be grateful to the other person. Both knew they had very much in common, both had realized how much they knew about each other without even speaking.
Because when Damon Dean had licked the first time, pinching the left nipple with one hand it was as if he knew exactly where to press to make it groan aloud.
And when Damon Dean had sucked, seemed to know how the bit to cause him a lick orgasms finest of his entire existence.
seemed almost to belong to each other as you knew well, from what they were like.
("I am going to hell. Again" )
was a few minutes later they both decided to go to the next stage: their regular breathing had returned, but their members were back hard and swollen.
Damon looked at Dean and kissed him with vehemence, as he moved toward the bed that was proudly displayed in a corner of that place cold. Dean terribly cold even if, at that moment, he felt nothing but warmth throughout her body. Damon
bit him just managed to hang it on the black silk sheets: sucked the blood, making particular only a few drops that went to the mattress dirty white. Dean had always believed that at such a time would have felt pain, but at that moment was crossed by an irresistible pleasure that radiated into his body like a glowing light that burned everything he encountered during his journey. When Damon
forced him to suck two fingers, Dean had his head too to air in order to understand what was happening. The sucked with intensity while the other ran through his State with one hand and found it exciting. The
carefully inserted into the opening of Dean and he raised his feeling pain, even wondering if that was what the girls felt as he had done. Then si diede dello stupido perché non poteva essere così. Lui in quel momento si trovava in un libro e lo stava facendo un vampiro, per di più maschio. No, non era per niente la stessa cosa.
Quando Damon entrò con la punta cercando di trovare un punto in cui la carne fosse più malleabile di modo da non fargli troppo male, Dean gemette spingendosi verso di lui.
“Sto andando all’inferno. Di nuovo, perciò spingiti più che puoi e baciami per soffocare il mio urlo”
Damon fece ciò che l’altro gli aveva chiesto con piacere: Dean non era uno di quelli che si lamentavano come a girl on her first date. He went through, straight to the point and he would do the same.
penetrates into a single violent thrust while kissing him all choked her moans of pure pain.
He decided, however, to help him endure everything he touched with his mind, causing him to feel only pleasure and soon was able to let it breathe and moaning in pure freedom while he devoted himself to his shoulder, Licked language, or other blood sucking on his neck.
began to masturbate with one hand while he gave the push longer and faster, a sign that was about to come.
Once both were coming, in Damon Dean, Dean and smearing his chest the other, we felt satisfied and relaxed looking at the ceiling. Yeah, they were virtually identical in many respects.
"I still can not believe that a book"
Dean smiled looking at the point where he woke up. He saw a book on the ground. It is going to pick it up and then gave it to another.
"You know, I stop here for a while 'if I did not know what will happen in a short time. And 'the last book came out and I do not think you'll like, you know? "
Damon took him pondering the idea of reading it, but then shook his head ridandolo in the hands of Dean.
"I'd rather be the architect of my destiny"
"Are you sure you want to come with me?"
Damon smiled and then shook his head.
"Naaah. Here you should kill me, "he grinned while
Dean fell asleep with the infusion that the other had given him. Sam told him to do so and both trusted him that he was able to meet it.
"I'm sorry you do not stay here, but I understood that ... I expect hard times, right? "
Dean nodded, shaking his hand.
'does not allow entrarti in! Do not allow it to heart! And, above all, do not come close to that flower! Do not do that, Damon "
Dean had failed to keep silent: since he started the last book published in his city he had hated for Elena as Damon was confusing. And, above all, the idea that he could return the human shudder.
Damon did not have time to ask him what it was that Dean had told him because he had fallen asleep, and slowly had disappeared leaving the seat next to her in bed, completely empty.
("Vampires?" It's gets funnier Every Time I Hear That ")
He returned a short time, but he soon discovered that Damon had understood his words, or at least, understood what he was saying.
And perhaps he was right in saying that it was not only a book if not him, Dean Winchester, could never make him do other activities to keep him at attention. And, above all, would never have appeared in the book as a strange visitor to the time, right? He looked completely dirty
page of his own seed and then closed it. He relaxed
bringing the head back while stroking his cock, now soft after it came just seconds before.
"Vampires? It 's always more fun every time I've heard of "
lazily stroked the cover of the book with one hand as she smiled thinking back to what had happened, how he had changed the lives of Damon, as he had been a wonderful sex with him.
had to borrow again from quell'infuso Sammy: he needed to review it because it came in eighth book: The Shadow of Evil, he was still a vampire and not be a pathetic human.
But Sam had to get an explanation of how to decide which book to end, not wanting to be transported again in the first book. He now wanted the Damon eighth book that looked back at him. That is no longer in love with Elena. What he understood what the real pleasures of life.
TITLE: take the red pill, remains in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: OneShot.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Damon Salvatore, Dean Winchester {daemon}
PROMPT: For pOrnfest : Damon / Dean "That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot" / "Dude? Seriously, 'dude'? "/" I am going to hell. Again "/" Vampires? It's gets funnier Every time I hear that. "
SUMMARY: Sam thinks a favor to Dean, so send it in the only book that can make him smile. And there, Dean and Damon meet. Set in the fourth season of Supernatural. SPOILERS for "The Vampires Diaries." Based on the books and not on the show.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 2300 (771 +604 +700 +225), with the word count.
take the red pill, remains in Wonderland, and show you how deep the rabbit hole
("That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot" ) When
Dean fell asleep that night, he could not imagine what Sammy had planned for him.
"Ben woke up, Dean"
When Dean began to fire in front of him could immediately notice a wall made of stones and looked quite overwhelming: it was by chance ended up in a secret? Plausible. The real problem, however, was not the place where he was, but the person who stood before him: Damon Salvatore. Or at least, as he had imagined Damon Salvatore.
dark hair, dark eyes and an even more physical marble. A mischievous look and an irresistible smile. Damon Salvatore
knew it was because for some weeks, did nothing but sognarselo night. He spent all his free time he had to read the volumes of that history, which began as a game, which eventually won him literally.
He liked Damon, how many times reading laughed at his jokes? How many times Sam had looked at him curiously? How many times had asked for an explanation?
was asked the normal explanations: Dean smiled just reading these books since his return from Hell.
"I'm dreaming again, right?"
Damon shook his head, chuckling.
"I even dream? Not supposed to be so famous, for you. And how are your dreams? An indomitable master spanking if you do not do good? "Dean grinned
: yes, it was definitely one of his dreams.
"I regret having to give bad news, but this is not a dream. E 'was to bring Sam here. Your brother. You know, even Stefan I would have done such a thing. How strange is your relationship between you, Winchester. Oh, and I had not even told you I would never have believed it. And so I said to do one thing ... "
Damon walked strode the short distance that separated them. When he arrived a few inches from his face, reached out a hand nailed to the wall, scratching his neck as he did. Dean groaned in pain: the movement was unpredictable and definitely too fast to stop it.
"This has never happened to one of your dreams, is not it?"
"So you're telling me that Sammy has done all this because he believes that in this way, I will turn to smile? Just because I met you? "
Damon nodded. Dean had calmed down, so he had let go and now were "amiable" conversation on a leather couch, black, while sipping whiskey.
"When I get back into my reality will kill Sammy, I swear"
Damon chuckled, getting up and looking into his eyes.
"Here I'm in charge and then ... Sam told me a lot of things, you know? What in your reality you ensnare people like me to, and kill them. What in your reality I'm just a character in a book ... "
Dean tried to sound out his eyes, but did not understand: he could not at that time.
"And 'The time has come for me to know and for you to ..." she smiled taking her hand before his chest, then slap the belly button and opened the shirt and finally, to grasp the State after having marched Part of her jeans "Dots, dots, dots" to every action was a marked word.
Dean looked at him surprised but could not stifle a moan of pleasure to the exit.
"You know, Sam also told me I saw you masturbate on that book about me"
chuckled and kissed his lips continued to pump up his penis, slowly and without haste. Dean found himself gasping trying to think, but at that time was impossible. All this seemed impossible.
Sammy from Bobby who was helping to send him the book. Sammy had seen him masturbating to a male character's sex and was sitting quietly, saying nothing. Why? Why
then in a moment so important? Soon there was the Book of Revelation and he was the only one capable of being able to stop and ... No, at that time Dean could not think of anything else that was not Damon's hand on his penis. He would never have thought possible such a thing.
"C-What would you know?"
Dean cursed internally to the hoarse and trembling voice that came out.
Damon continued to masturbate while the other hand the undressed and undressed: vampires could be very quick when something ardently desired.
"Just know how much you like my little Dean ..."
He bent over him licking the tip with her tongue. This member of Dean was tense and hard.
He licked his lips again and then went on supporting the language on any surface that could play Dean and choked another moan of pleasure.
("Dude? Seriously, 'dude'?" )
when Damon was about to be parted from him, smiling sweetly, as if blinking was amused by what he had done from the face of the other in that time.
"What is it? Hmmm? Would you come? "Dean leaned
towards him grabbing him by the shoulder, sticking nails into the skin up to scratch so much to make him roll a few drops of blood around his arm.
"You're kidding, right? Next ... finish what you started! You have made a deal with my brother, no? Then get it done! "
Damon chuckled sitting on the couch, completely naked without being ashamed of what he had nothing to show. After all, with a body like hers, what was to be ashamed of? Nothing at all.
"You're not like your brother, right? A dandy ... "Damon looked
surprised by those words.
"Dandy? Seriously, "dude"? That 's what others think of him you who read our book? "
Dean shook his head, stand up, and were close to him to kiss, nibbling her ear, bringing a hand to his member beginning to relax give him a perspective of what would be granted shortly thereafter.
"I do not know, actually. I do not talk much with other people because of my work. But "dude" is what I thought of him after the first time that was presented in the book, but not really want to talk about him right now, right? "
He bent over him licking the tip, sucking idly while carrying a hand to its members trying to accomplish what little Damon first began.
Damon tried to keep his voice steady while filming to speak well: he was curious about what the first had Sam and Dean then revealed, even if his ego did not allow him to share fully the idea that he was the only character of a book. After all, he was true: he lived and breathed. Okay, it was neither live nor breathe, but that does not would certainly say that it was only a character on paper, right?
"Tell me why you like me so much, I mean in the book" Dean grinned
stronger pumping his member before you slide it out from his lips, even stopping to work on their membership in order to control the entry and answer.
"I like you because you're like me, Damon. You're a little 'self-centered. Always believe you are right, you believe to be the only one who can control things. You want everything to go as you say. Well ... are me as a vampire "
Damon chuckled, welcomed by those words and then put his hand behind the head of Dean reported on his State, by adjusting the intensity of his blow, the intensity of the tongue that gently lapped the State delighting with pleasant chills that ran down to his back.
Dean was in his mouth while he masturbated faster, the drops of orgasm that made my hand slip. Damon Dean
Both were surprised by the intensity of emotions they felt and smiled and decided, however, to ignore it. They were both too preoccupied with themselves to be grateful to the other person. Both knew they had very much in common, both had realized how much they knew about each other without even speaking.
Because when Damon Dean had licked the first time, pinching the left nipple with one hand it was as if he knew exactly where to press to make it groan aloud.
And when Damon Dean had sucked, seemed to know how the bit to cause him a lick orgasms finest of his entire existence.
seemed almost to belong to each other as you knew well, from what they were like.
("I am going to hell. Again" )
was a few minutes later they both decided to go to the next stage: their regular breathing had returned, but their members were back hard and swollen.
Damon looked at Dean and kissed him with vehemence, as he moved toward the bed that was proudly displayed in a corner of that place cold. Dean terribly cold even if, at that moment, he felt nothing but warmth throughout her body. Damon
bit him just managed to hang it on the black silk sheets: sucked the blood, making particular only a few drops that went to the mattress dirty white. Dean had always believed that at such a time would have felt pain, but at that moment was crossed by an irresistible pleasure that radiated into his body like a glowing light that burned everything he encountered during his journey. When Damon
forced him to suck two fingers, Dean had his head too to air in order to understand what was happening. The sucked with intensity while the other ran through his State with one hand and found it exciting. The
carefully inserted into the opening of Dean and he raised his feeling pain, even wondering if that was what the girls felt as he had done. Then si diede dello stupido perché non poteva essere così. Lui in quel momento si trovava in un libro e lo stava facendo un vampiro, per di più maschio. No, non era per niente la stessa cosa.
Quando Damon entrò con la punta cercando di trovare un punto in cui la carne fosse più malleabile di modo da non fargli troppo male, Dean gemette spingendosi verso di lui.
“Sto andando all’inferno. Di nuovo, perciò spingiti più che puoi e baciami per soffocare il mio urlo”
Damon fece ciò che l’altro gli aveva chiesto con piacere: Dean non era uno di quelli che si lamentavano come a girl on her first date. He went through, straight to the point and he would do the same.
penetrates into a single violent thrust while kissing him all choked her moans of pure pain.
He decided, however, to help him endure everything he touched with his mind, causing him to feel only pleasure and soon was able to let it breathe and moaning in pure freedom while he devoted himself to his shoulder, Licked language, or other blood sucking on his neck.
began to masturbate with one hand while he gave the push longer and faster, a sign that was about to come.
Once both were coming, in Damon Dean, Dean and smearing his chest the other, we felt satisfied and relaxed looking at the ceiling. Yeah, they were virtually identical in many respects.
"I still can not believe that a book"
Dean smiled looking at the point where he woke up. He saw a book on the ground. It is going to pick it up and then gave it to another.
"You know, I stop here for a while 'if I did not know what will happen in a short time. And 'the last book came out and I do not think you'll like, you know? "
Damon took him pondering the idea of reading it, but then shook his head ridandolo in the hands of Dean.
"I'd rather be the architect of my destiny"
"Are you sure you want to come with me?"
Damon smiled and then shook his head.
"Naaah. Here you should kill me, "he grinned while
Dean fell asleep with the infusion that the other had given him. Sam told him to do so and both trusted him that he was able to meet it.
"I'm sorry you do not stay here, but I understood that ... I expect hard times, right? "
Dean nodded, shaking his hand.
'does not allow entrarti in! Do not allow it to heart! And, above all, do not come close to that flower! Do not do that, Damon "
Dean had failed to keep silent: since he started the last book published in his city he had hated for Elena as Damon was confusing. And, above all, the idea that he could return the human shudder.
Damon did not have time to ask him what it was that Dean had told him because he had fallen asleep, and slowly had disappeared leaving the seat next to her in bed, completely empty.
("Vampires?" It's gets funnier Every Time I Hear That ")
He returned a short time, but he soon discovered that Damon had understood his words, or at least, understood what he was saying.
And perhaps he was right in saying that it was not only a book if not him, Dean Winchester, could never make him do other activities to keep him at attention. And, above all, would never have appeared in the book as a strange visitor to the time, right? He looked completely dirty
page of his own seed and then closed it. He relaxed
bringing the head back while stroking his cock, now soft after it came just seconds before.
"Vampires? It 's always more fun every time I've heard of "
lazily stroked the cover of the book with one hand as she smiled thinking back to what had happened, how he had changed the lives of Damon, as he had been a wonderful sex with him.
had to borrow again from quell'infuso Sammy: he needed to review it because it came in eighth book: The Shadow of Evil, he was still a vampire and not be a pathetic human.
But Sam had to get an explanation of how to decide which book to end, not wanting to be transported again in the first book. He now wanted the Damon eighth book that looked back at him. That is no longer in love with Elena. What he understood what the real pleasures of life.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Can I Extend My Seven Inch Penis?
Shower, Amon / Michael Lee, sex in the office
Title: Sex in the office
Fandom: Witch Hunter Robin
Characters: Amon, Michael Lee
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic , Sentimental, Romance
Alerts: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP
Word Count: 658
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest and for the "A prompt a day ..."
pencils fell from the desk with a noise like the rain, soon followed by the printed sheets and a couple of folders. Michael tied her legs around his waist Amon while this drove him to lie down completely on the desktop, pressing his lips against those of the hacker, the language intertwined. Without being too much attention, the commander of the team took off his glasses, slide them into the computer, the mind already taken by the take off his shirt as well. Michael lifted his arms, moving the dock to lend a hand in the parade make cloth trousers. A beep sounded office and shot the boy turned around, twisting your torso to get closer to his screen, his fingers flew to the keyboard in an automatic gesture.
'Hey, hey, hey! "
The boy protested when he was pulling the leg, turning around just in time to see that Amon had marched golf and had thrown on the floor, just a moment before that the young man grabbed him by the hips, lifting and carrying to their desk.
"Amon, you're doing?"
hacker voice rose slightly hysterical when she found herself sitting on the cold surface of the your supervisor's desk, realizing only then that the other had raised even the laundry. With a sort of anxiety in his voice, but Amon was able to concentrate fully on himself do it.
"Kiss me, stupid. I want you to think only of myself. "
Michael could not help to smile on the lips of the boy already pressed hard on her and as soon as he heard the clink of the buckle of Amon, the basin began to rub against the erection just freed of the partner.
The hacker said with a groan to the insistent caressing their nipples, gasping for breath in the mouth of the other, searching relentlessly her tongue as she felt the excitement of the lover his way between his buttocks.
To hear Michael was not a problem the cloth pants Amon against his bare skin until all he could hear her over his chest and his back under his own hands.
was not a problem that Amon had a few words, until he could hear her panting next to your ear, his breath on her neck, her lips every few seconds on his mouth.
Michael's fingers moved between the tufts of the lover died, holding her hair while the forces within him became more serious and slightly rough. He imagined that would end the more so since he had jumped on that evening became rude when some witch doctor in a mission to kill and sweeter when everything works out well. In response to his thrusts forcefully pulled her head against him, pressing his lips on her almost violently. Approaching the apex Amon slowed down, focusing more on getting to enjoy your partner, get him on the pleasure with him. Michael responded to that concern with a smile, kissing her lips again and again, her hand moved from his hair to his cheek in a caress.
Fingers flew fast over the keys, bringing to the fore the news just received.
Still shirtless, Michael smiled when he heard a kiss on her shoulder and resting the tips of the hair Amon tickle the skin. The guy sitting behind him shook his grip around her waist, pressing on her back.
"Have you finished work?" The hacker
smiled, rubbing his head on his neck.
"Almost, the information that you asked me this morning: the Mother House tells us that ..."
Amon leaned over him, biting his shoulder. "Michael, all I want to know now is whether you prefer the here and now your PC, here and now still on my desk, here and now in front of the window or if you prefer to wait until they come to your bed. "
The ticking stopped instantly and the boy stared at the screen blankly, the cheeks slightly red.
"Here's to reflect."
Title: Sex in the office
Fandom: Witch Hunter Robin
Characters: Amon, Michael Lee
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic , Sentimental, Romance
Alerts: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP
Word Count: 658
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest and for the "A prompt a day ..."
pencils fell from the desk with a noise like the rain, soon followed by the printed sheets and a couple of folders. Michael tied her legs around his waist Amon while this drove him to lie down completely on the desktop, pressing his lips against those of the hacker, the language intertwined. Without being too much attention, the commander of the team took off his glasses, slide them into the computer, the mind already taken by the take off his shirt as well. Michael lifted his arms, moving the dock to lend a hand in the parade make cloth trousers. A beep sounded office and shot the boy turned around, twisting your torso to get closer to his screen, his fingers flew to the keyboard in an automatic gesture.
'Hey, hey, hey! "
The boy protested when he was pulling the leg, turning around just in time to see that Amon had marched golf and had thrown on the floor, just a moment before that the young man grabbed him by the hips, lifting and carrying to their desk.
"Amon, you're doing?"
hacker voice rose slightly hysterical when she found herself sitting on the cold surface of the your supervisor's desk, realizing only then that the other had raised even the laundry. With a sort of anxiety in his voice, but Amon was able to concentrate fully on himself do it.
"Kiss me, stupid. I want you to think only of myself. "
Michael could not help to smile on the lips of the boy already pressed hard on her and as soon as he heard the clink of the buckle of Amon, the basin began to rub against the erection just freed of the partner.
The hacker said with a groan to the insistent caressing their nipples, gasping for breath in the mouth of the other, searching relentlessly her tongue as she felt the excitement of the lover his way between his buttocks.
To hear Michael was not a problem the cloth pants Amon against his bare skin until all he could hear her over his chest and his back under his own hands.
was not a problem that Amon had a few words, until he could hear her panting next to your ear, his breath on her neck, her lips every few seconds on his mouth.
Michael's fingers moved between the tufts of the lover died, holding her hair while the forces within him became more serious and slightly rough. He imagined that would end the more so since he had jumped on that evening became rude when some witch doctor in a mission to kill and sweeter when everything works out well. In response to his thrusts forcefully pulled her head against him, pressing his lips on her almost violently. Approaching the apex Amon slowed down, focusing more on getting to enjoy your partner, get him on the pleasure with him. Michael responded to that concern with a smile, kissing her lips again and again, her hand moved from his hair to his cheek in a caress.
Fingers flew fast over the keys, bringing to the fore the news just received.
Still shirtless, Michael smiled when he heard a kiss on her shoulder and resting the tips of the hair Amon tickle the skin. The guy sitting behind him shook his grip around her waist, pressing on her back.
"Have you finished work?" The hacker
smiled, rubbing his head on his neck.
"Almost, the information that you asked me this morning: the Mother House tells us that ..."
Amon leaned over him, biting his shoulder. "Michael, all I want to know now is whether you prefer the here and now your PC, here and now still on my desk, here and now in front of the window or if you prefer to wait until they come to your bed. "
The ticking stopped instantly and the boy stared at the screen blankly, the cheeks slightly red.
"Here's to reflect."
Friday, January 7, 2011
Why Do Dog Hate Lemons?
Everything you do upset my feelings with the fury of a typhoon
TITLE: Everything you do upset my feelings with the fury of a typhoon.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Triple Drabble. Fluff.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Jolly - Pats .
SUMMARY: Look . These are the thoughts of Jonghyun in this video, or at least what I saw there. POV Jonghyun .
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 300, with the count of word.
Everything you do upset my feelings with the fury of a typhoon
Whenever I'm next to him I can not help it: I want to tease him, just to be able to tap.
's beautiful, and everyone seems aware of it, though perhaps not quite understand something important: he is mine alone.
smile when I see him move in time with me, as if he understood that his physical contact when I do it to feel especially close to him.
It 's hard to be together without having to continue to allow anyone to understand how much we love each other, as we are fondly at night embraced.
It 'something that makes us suffer, but that's okay because we know we do not have a chance other than this and we just simply be together. And while
gets up, I can not help but do: cascading his neck in a slow caress, just like I did last night, and how will this night.
E 'as if it's announced that it expects and I know he likes, he can not help but smile.
And when she smiles, my heart miss a beat, and then another, because I do not need to breathe if I am in front of him.
It 's my oxygen, my source of life, and I know that for him is the same.
Because when I look, I understand that in his heart and he understands that it is in my heart.
We know this because it is something that touches us in, that vibrates the strings of our souls, not everyone can hear it.
I think the only kindred spirits, real ones, tied with a double layer of red thread can do so.
sigh as I observe what is happening around me this night will be just for us, now I can devote myself to the world.
TITLE: Everything you do upset my feelings with the fury of a typhoon.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Triple Drabble. Fluff.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Jolly - Pats .
SUMMARY: Look . These are the thoughts of Jonghyun in this video, or at least what I saw there. POV Jonghyun .
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 300, with the count of word.
Everything you do upset my feelings with the fury of a typhoon
Whenever I'm next to him I can not help it: I want to tease him, just to be able to tap.
's beautiful, and everyone seems aware of it, though perhaps not quite understand something important: he is mine alone.
smile when I see him move in time with me, as if he understood that his physical contact when I do it to feel especially close to him.
It 's hard to be together without having to continue to allow anyone to understand how much we love each other, as we are fondly at night embraced.
It 'something that makes us suffer, but that's okay because we know we do not have a chance other than this and we just simply be together. And while
gets up, I can not help but do: cascading his neck in a slow caress, just like I did last night, and how will this night.
E 'as if it's announced that it expects and I know he likes, he can not help but smile.
And when she smiles, my heart miss a beat, and then another, because I do not need to breathe if I am in front of him.
It 's my oxygen, my source of life, and I know that for him is the same.
Because when I look, I understand that in his heart and he understands that it is in my heart.
We know this because it is something that touches us in, that vibrates the strings of our souls, not everyone can hear it.
I think the only kindred spirits, real ones, tied with a double layer of red thread can do so.
sigh as I observe what is happening around me this night will be just for us, now I can devote myself to the world.
Can You Pop A Syphilis Sore Like An Ingrown Hair
I worship the simple joys. They are the last refuge of a complex spirit
TITLE: I have the joy of worship simple. They are the last refuge of a complex spirit.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Triple Drabble. Fluff.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Kiss .
SUMMARY: Look . These are the thoughts of Kibum in this video, or at least what I saw there. Kibum's POV .
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 300, with the word count.
I worship the simple joys. They are the last refuge of a complex spirit
Their eyes had met once more and everything began to swirl around him.
always happens: when you look at the world seemed to disappear, because he had just need the other, and vice versa.
While the world disappear, he had looked at it that way, the way he always like that which made him tremble from head to toe just wanting to cancel their distance to be able to kiss.
All that was asked for a kiss, but not always satisfied with the Jonghyun: like that day, as at that time.
knew that they could not kiss because they were recording, but those were pretty damn close to his lips and he had really wanted to savor the flavor.
She swallowed load over and over again while watching him, as he felt his heart start to beat faster as if you could get out of his chest in order to enter, so, in the other's.
He could remember every time she had kissed every time he licked his lips. He could even remember the emotions that were arising in the chest all the time because, simply, kissing him was what made him happier than ever.
The only thing that made him sick was the fact that he could not kiss every time I wanted it simply could not.
was something that made him feel sad, angry, even hysterical times, but he knew that he could pull back: it was the rule.
Therefore, when he realized that if he did he would go too far, had turned: not to fall into temptation, too, does not get to kiss him really, but he immediately regretted it because those who had caught her boyfriend had been a ' other person.
The child who had put so much adored her lips on his cheek.
TITLE: I have the joy of worship simple. They are the last refuge of a complex spirit.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Triple Drabble. Fluff.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Kiss .
SUMMARY: Look . These are the thoughts of Kibum in this video, or at least what I saw there. Kibum's POV .
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 300, with the word count.
I worship the simple joys. They are the last refuge of a complex spirit
Their eyes had met once more and everything began to swirl around him.
always happens: when you look at the world seemed to disappear, because he had just need the other, and vice versa.
While the world disappear, he had looked at it that way, the way he always like that which made him tremble from head to toe just wanting to cancel their distance to be able to kiss.
All that was asked for a kiss, but not always satisfied with the Jonghyun: like that day, as at that time.
knew that they could not kiss because they were recording, but those were pretty damn close to his lips and he had really wanted to savor the flavor.
She swallowed load over and over again while watching him, as he felt his heart start to beat faster as if you could get out of his chest in order to enter, so, in the other's.
He could remember every time she had kissed every time he licked his lips. He could even remember the emotions that were arising in the chest all the time because, simply, kissing him was what made him happier than ever.
The only thing that made him sick was the fact that he could not kiss every time I wanted it simply could not.
was something that made him feel sad, angry, even hysterical times, but he knew that he could pull back: it was the rule.
Therefore, when he realized that if he did he would go too far, had turned: not to fall into temptation, too, does not get to kiss him really, but he immediately regretted it because those who had caught her boyfriend had been a ' other person.
The child who had put so much adored her lips on his cheek.
Soul Silver Heart Gold Anti Freeze Patch Us
Definition of grapefruit, a lemon which has presented an opportunity and was able to take advantage
TITLE: Definition of grapefruit, a lemon which has presented an opportunity and was able to take advantage.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Oneshot. (Triple Drabble). PWP.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Abuse , Cuts, Massage .
SUMMARY: Kibum returns home not knowing that the wait for an interesting surprise.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst Because he betata.
WORDS: 900, (300 for each mini-chapter) with the word count.
Definition of grapefruit, a lemon which has presented an opportunity and was able to take advantage
(Abuse)
was returning home when it happened, someone stopped him from behind by pressing a handkerchief over his mouth , thereby preventing him from crying, but not all. Shortness of breath, the struggle to breathe through the nose were giving to the head, making him feel strange.
His whole body was crossed by a thousand shivers of terror and the boy behind him forced to come in and then violently slammed against the couch ordered him to be silent, but Kibum did not.
When his hands were free if his mouth taking off that damned handkerchief and then began to scream with all the breath in his throat.
"HELP!"
The other guy, dyed blond hair who were certainly the only thing you could see his face because it was covered with a black ski mask, he was immediately plating against the couch, pressing the hand against her mouth.
"I told you to be silent"
He had nibbled the ear abusing its immobility, and then sighed lustily on his lips strawberry.
"I told you, I think. Now we'll do it my way, okay kid? "The
again pressed the handkerchief to his mouth, but this time pulled out a piece of paper tape and attacked him badly on the sides of the lips.
"That's it, baby. Now even if I wanted could not you cry, you know? "
Kibum shook trying to fight, but the other guy was far too strong: his muscles darted under the black shirt he was wearing. The boy took
weight brought to the room. He knew exactly the location of all the rooms in that apartment.
He did collapse on the bed in the center began to undress quickly, enjoying the skin discovered.
"You're beautiful, you know that, right? I wonder how many of you have said you were perfect "
(Cut)
amused by how things went, the blond boy pulled from his pocket a pair of scissors with which he began to cut the clothes, finding it funny.
Kibum shook even more, but another did not matter much.
"Shhh, small, here comes the beautiful "
Once was completely naked beneath him began to masturbate slowly, but with great attention, as if he knew full well what points to press the other scream with pleasure. He saw the face of
Kibum contrast, sought to resist the lust that the saliva in the body, circulating in the veins, making him feel more and more excited. He saw his penis to become erect and her shiny spots because of the first drops of pre-orgasm that already flowed out of him.
"You see that you're willing, you know? Now you take away the handkerchief, but you do not cry, do you understand? "Kibum looked
have understood that once removed the handkerchief was rediscovered to moan with pleasure as he was against the other. His clothes that blacks with white spots.
The attacker seemed to find it funny because he started to giggle again, and again, while Kibum would sit looking at him with an eyebrow arched.
"Explain to me what's so funny in a hoax like this?"
Jonghyun, removed the hood, pointed to the white spots that had formed the stylized drawing of a butterfly on his black shirt.
"It's not funny, Bumm? "
Kibum shook his head cut off looking at the clothes scattered on the ground. His clothes.
"You could also avoid cutting them. You know how much cost me? Explain to me why every time you drop too damned in your side? We did not have sex? Then why the hell I've only masturbated? "
Jonghyun became an intense magenta before he could respond.
"Why have already come to look just below me here"
(Massage)
Kibum lay on the bed of Jinka, regardless of averglielo fouled and went to the belly in hiding in the hilarity of the phrase Jonghyun had just raised. He knew that Jonghyun was quite touchy about certain things, and did not want to fight after that beautiful orgasm.
"I deserve a massage"
Jonghyun smiled and was now kneeling beside him, gently massaging the back, along the lines of his body as if it was the best thing about his life and, perhaps, it was so.
"Next time, though, do as I say, understood Jjong?"
Jonghyun nodded, although not without having made a tiny pout that the contours beautiful lips.
"But I really like this thing, why must we change?"
Kibum sighed thinking about how many times they had "The assailant" Jonghyun because he wanted to.
"Because I have an erotic fantasy, and now I do not even have helped to put it into practice, Jonghyun Kim," Jonghyun
understood immediately that her boyfriend was angry because he tried to fall tones that conversation.
"Okay, next time put in place " Pupil in punishment " if that's what you want, Kibummie "
Kibum smiled thinking how it would be Jonghyun shirt, pressed pants and ties: her boyfriend just liked the view and had a glimmer of happiness in that picture.
would have been really funny, he knew, but above all else, it would be exciting. He turned
lying with his face inches away from the other and kissed him gently wraps her arms around his neck, holding possessively against him.
"I love Jonghyun" smiled on
Jonghyun lips of the other returning the kiss with increasing passion to give all her love.
"I love you too, Kibum. I'll love you all my life "
TITLE: Definition of grapefruit, a lemon which has presented an opportunity and was able to take advantage.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Oneshot. (Triple Drabble). PWP.
RATINGS: NC17. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun JjongKey {}.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Abuse , Cuts, Massage .
SUMMARY: Kibum returns home not knowing that the wait for an interesting surprise.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst Because he betata. WORDS: 900, (300 for each mini-chapter) with the word count.
Definition of grapefruit, a lemon which has presented an opportunity and was able to take advantage
(Abuse)
was returning home when it happened, someone stopped him from behind by pressing a handkerchief over his mouth , thereby preventing him from crying, but not all. Shortness of breath, the struggle to breathe through the nose were giving to the head, making him feel strange.
His whole body was crossed by a thousand shivers of terror and the boy behind him forced to come in and then violently slammed against the couch ordered him to be silent, but Kibum did not.
When his hands were free if his mouth taking off that damned handkerchief and then began to scream with all the breath in his throat.
"HELP!"
The other guy, dyed blond hair who were certainly the only thing you could see his face because it was covered with a black ski mask, he was immediately plating against the couch, pressing the hand against her mouth.
"I told you to be silent"
He had nibbled the ear abusing its immobility, and then sighed lustily on his lips strawberry.
"I told you, I think. Now we'll do it my way, okay kid? "The
again pressed the handkerchief to his mouth, but this time pulled out a piece of paper tape and attacked him badly on the sides of the lips.
"That's it, baby. Now even if I wanted could not you cry, you know? "
Kibum shook trying to fight, but the other guy was far too strong: his muscles darted under the black shirt he was wearing. The boy took
weight brought to the room. He knew exactly the location of all the rooms in that apartment.
He did collapse on the bed in the center began to undress quickly, enjoying the skin discovered.
"You're beautiful, you know that, right? I wonder how many of you have said you were perfect "
(Cut)
amused by how things went, the blond boy pulled from his pocket a pair of scissors with which he began to cut the clothes, finding it funny.
Kibum shook even more, but another did not matter much.
"Shhh, small, here comes the beautiful "
Once was completely naked beneath him began to masturbate slowly, but with great attention, as if he knew full well what points to press the other scream with pleasure. He saw the face of
Kibum contrast, sought to resist the lust that the saliva in the body, circulating in the veins, making him feel more and more excited. He saw his penis to become erect and her shiny spots because of the first drops of pre-orgasm that already flowed out of him.
"You see that you're willing, you know? Now you take away the handkerchief, but you do not cry, do you understand? "Kibum looked
have understood that once removed the handkerchief was rediscovered to moan with pleasure as he was against the other. His clothes that blacks with white spots.
The attacker seemed to find it funny because he started to giggle again, and again, while Kibum would sit looking at him with an eyebrow arched.
"Explain to me what's so funny in a hoax like this?"
Jonghyun, removed the hood, pointed to the white spots that had formed the stylized drawing of a butterfly on his black shirt.
"It's not funny, Bumm? "
Kibum shook his head cut off looking at the clothes scattered on the ground. His clothes.
"You could also avoid cutting them. You know how much cost me? Explain to me why every time you drop too damned in your side? We did not have sex? Then why the hell I've only masturbated? "
Jonghyun became an intense magenta before he could respond.
"Why have already come to look just below me here"
(Massage)
Kibum lay on the bed of Jinka, regardless of averglielo fouled and went to the belly in hiding in the hilarity of the phrase Jonghyun had just raised. He knew that Jonghyun was quite touchy about certain things, and did not want to fight after that beautiful orgasm.
"I deserve a massage"
Jonghyun smiled and was now kneeling beside him, gently massaging the back, along the lines of his body as if it was the best thing about his life and, perhaps, it was so.
"Next time, though, do as I say, understood Jjong?"
Jonghyun nodded, although not without having made a tiny pout that the contours beautiful lips.
"But I really like this thing, why must we change?"
Kibum sighed thinking about how many times they had "The assailant" Jonghyun because he wanted to.
"Because I have an erotic fantasy, and now I do not even have helped to put it into practice, Jonghyun Kim," Jonghyun
understood immediately that her boyfriend was angry because he tried to fall tones that conversation.
"Okay, next time put in place " Pupil in punishment " if that's what you want, Kibummie "
Kibum smiled thinking how it would be Jonghyun shirt, pressed pants and ties: her boyfriend just liked the view and had a glimmer of happiness in that picture.
would have been really funny, he knew, but above all else, it would be exciting. He turned
lying with his face inches away from the other and kissed him gently wraps her arms around his neck, holding possessively against him.
"I love Jonghyun" smiled on
Jonghyun lips of the other returning the kiss with increasing passion to give all her love.
"I love you too, Kibum. I'll love you all my life "
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I have nothing new to teach the world
TITLE: I have nothing new to teach the world.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Oneshot. (Triple Drabble). Angst.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester. No Pairing.
TABLE: Bingo .
PROMPT: Torture, Rope , Dirty .
SUMMARY: Eventually, the truth was that he, Dean Winchester, was weak. Set in season four.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 900, (300 for each mini-chapter) with the word count.
I have nothing new to teach the world
(Torture)
No one could understand it: that the less well-Sam.
It was not him to be dead, to be finished in Hell. It was not what he had to torture all those souls.
He had not thought the first time I had.
After thirty years was so tired of hearing all that pain that he had thought he had accepted the pact was passed by the torturer. He gutted
souls, had quartered, had made him feel that, in all those years were fun to do on his body. He had thought he had only acted. I still remember the
His first victim was a young soul, about seventeen years. She died in a car accident and, for some reason, she found herself in Hell, tied under his hands.
And he had begun to tear it with no feeling in his eyes. And while the girl was screaming, begging for mercy, he had continued without feeling pain or sorrow for her.
After all those years he did not feel anything any more: it was as if her heart had already stopped beating, to feel emotions and feelings that could also be tied to a tiny particle of humanity. It was as if he had ceased to be human. As if it were transformed into one of those horrible demons that had been chasing all his life.
now recalls all his victims, even remembered what he had done to each of them. He remembered as if they had gone a few seconds after he had ceased to torture.
When he tried to rest the souls passed before his eyes shouting against all their pain and he, Dean, now she could feel something.
feel guilty for not being able to stand still, still a little 'more. He could do it, but had not done.
(Corda)
He had not done so because he was tired of feeling bound without any opportunity to move, to be able to leave in a certain way.
was simply tired of trying always all that pain, unable to fight back in any way because he was imprisoned under his torture.
And then he had accepted. He had done and had been released and placed at their service. He was tortured, had tried even pleasure in doing so, and then were brought back. The
had come back to life, human again, back on Earth. And there he felt imprisoned once again: finally imprisoned by the pain that could be heard even in the bones, but especially in the heart. Now could feel the guilt of the actions he had done.
Now he could understand what he had done his first victim, and now unable to pay even the tears that could not let slide.
And they ran down her cheeks fell to the ground, thwarted by a pain that would never even dare to believe that you can try, but it was there and he felt, he felt within himself digging trying to go deeper and deeper . It hurt
: did more harm than he ever imagined. It was a pain that flowed in the blood going to all that met him rot.
The rope's pressing on his chest and takes your breath away was to this could not rest, because as soon as he closed his eyes that was keeping the rope and all the evil he had done came back to founder in his mind making him remember why at the time he was dead. Why had caused so much pain that certainly did not deserve to be saved.
It hurt so bad that almost did not realize they are no longer in hell. It was too bad.
(Dirty)
The sense of guilt that enveloped him made him feel dirty, incapable of being able to feel love.
And perhaps, it was really so.
As Sam tried to make him talk, to trust it with him, Dean did not feel. Perhaps because it was so dirty you do not want to undermine even his younger brother.
He felt as dead as full of pain that he could not leave together from anywhere, because there it remained attached to his body like a bee with honey.
He wanted to kill himself, but could not. He had a mission to accomplish. He had to stop the apocalypse. Sometimes
Castiel wanted if he had remained in bed. That God had not decided to send him to save it. Did not care to be saved. He did not want to be saved. Not after having accepted quell'ignobile pact.
Sometimes you even wondered why the Angels were not able to save it before: if they did he would never hear that dull ache in my heart. He would wake with the consciousness of being able to resist, to be a good man who deserved what God had done for him giving him another chance.
Instead she felt only a demon in the body of a human. A bit 'being grabbed as just that, at that time, there was no one in his body. There was no extraneous if not its awareness of being weak.
He had to resist and had not done. He had to rot in hell forever and had not done.
Dean did not believe to be the Chosen One, not after what he had done to Hell. To tell the truth only believed that, once arrived on the day of Judgement he would let go, too weak to deal with it, because he would not have to return to Earth.
TITLE: I have nothing new to teach the world.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Oneshot. (Triple Drabble). Angst.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester. No Pairing.
TABLE: Bingo .
PROMPT: Torture, Rope , Dirty .
SUMMARY: Eventually, the truth was that he, Dean Winchester, was weak. Set in season four.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 900, (300 for each mini-chapter) with the word count.
I have nothing new to teach the world
(Torture)
No one could understand it: that the less well-Sam.
It was not him to be dead, to be finished in Hell. It was not what he had to torture all those souls.
He had not thought the first time I had.
After thirty years was so tired of hearing all that pain that he had thought he had accepted the pact was passed by the torturer. He gutted
souls, had quartered, had made him feel that, in all those years were fun to do on his body. He had thought he had only acted. I still remember the
His first victim was a young soul, about seventeen years. She died in a car accident and, for some reason, she found herself in Hell, tied under his hands.
And he had begun to tear it with no feeling in his eyes. And while the girl was screaming, begging for mercy, he had continued without feeling pain or sorrow for her.
After all those years he did not feel anything any more: it was as if her heart had already stopped beating, to feel emotions and feelings that could also be tied to a tiny particle of humanity. It was as if he had ceased to be human. As if it were transformed into one of those horrible demons that had been chasing all his life.
now recalls all his victims, even remembered what he had done to each of them. He remembered as if they had gone a few seconds after he had ceased to torture.
When he tried to rest the souls passed before his eyes shouting against all their pain and he, Dean, now she could feel something.
feel guilty for not being able to stand still, still a little 'more. He could do it, but had not done.
(Corda)
He had not done so because he was tired of feeling bound without any opportunity to move, to be able to leave in a certain way.
was simply tired of trying always all that pain, unable to fight back in any way because he was imprisoned under his torture.
And then he had accepted. He had done and had been released and placed at their service. He was tortured, had tried even pleasure in doing so, and then were brought back. The
had come back to life, human again, back on Earth. And there he felt imprisoned once again: finally imprisoned by the pain that could be heard even in the bones, but especially in the heart. Now could feel the guilt of the actions he had done.
Now he could understand what he had done his first victim, and now unable to pay even the tears that could not let slide.
And they ran down her cheeks fell to the ground, thwarted by a pain that would never even dare to believe that you can try, but it was there and he felt, he felt within himself digging trying to go deeper and deeper . It hurt
: did more harm than he ever imagined. It was a pain that flowed in the blood going to all that met him rot.
The rope's pressing on his chest and takes your breath away was to this could not rest, because as soon as he closed his eyes that was keeping the rope and all the evil he had done came back to founder in his mind making him remember why at the time he was dead. Why had caused so much pain that certainly did not deserve to be saved.
It hurt so bad that almost did not realize they are no longer in hell. It was too bad.
(Dirty)
The sense of guilt that enveloped him made him feel dirty, incapable of being able to feel love.
And perhaps, it was really so.
As Sam tried to make him talk, to trust it with him, Dean did not feel. Perhaps because it was so dirty you do not want to undermine even his younger brother.
He felt as dead as full of pain that he could not leave together from anywhere, because there it remained attached to his body like a bee with honey.
He wanted to kill himself, but could not. He had a mission to accomplish. He had to stop the apocalypse. Sometimes
Castiel wanted if he had remained in bed. That God had not decided to send him to save it. Did not care to be saved. He did not want to be saved. Not after having accepted quell'ignobile pact.
Sometimes you even wondered why the Angels were not able to save it before: if they did he would never hear that dull ache in my heart. He would wake with the consciousness of being able to resist, to be a good man who deserved what God had done for him giving him another chance.
Instead she felt only a demon in the body of a human. A bit 'being grabbed as just that, at that time, there was no one in his body. There was no extraneous if not its awareness of being weak.
He had to resist and had not done. He had to rot in hell forever and had not done.
Dean did not believe to be the Chosen One, not after what he had done to Hell. To tell the truth only believed that, once arrived on the day of Judgement he would let go, too weak to deal with it, because he would not have to return to Earth.
Live In Gatineau, Work In Ottawa Tax
I hope it's indescribable. I hope that it takes many years to understand who is actually
TITLE: I hope it's indescribable. I hope that it takes many years to understand who is actually
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Triple Drabble. Angst.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert. No Pairing.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Surrender .
SUMMARY: Elena really knows what lurks within the heart of Damon, and would like to help him. Just can not do it.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 300, with the word count.
I hope it's indescribable. I hope that it takes many years to understand who is actually
That child was trapped for a long, far too long in his heart.
Tied to a rock from which it can move: immobilized, shackled, imprisoned, arrested, but because Damon had to stop a part of himself?
E 'Elena thinks that this incessantly, day after day, without fail to give themselves a break, because she knows that if he can not leave the soul, it will continue to suffer, day after day, until eternity.
Damon can not die: it is an immortal, ever ever, a vampire , but there are things that can hurt, even kill him.
And 'why not release more than one creature, which is why not let its most innocent, most weak according to him, do something.
If that child came back to occupy their rightful place in the heart of Damon, What would happen? The Wings of Redemption
certainly would have saved him, but she could no longer use them, not in that place, not inside the dark dimension .
They felt their power, they would understand that she was not a simple man, who was not a slave, and, above all, Damon was not his Master .
They understood many things: things that should not be disclosed if they wanted to have a chance to save Stefan. His Stefan. For this
Damon could not leave, so that poor children continue to be tied with sturdy steel chains to the rock where he could not move.
He was sorry, of course. He regretted not being able to save. He regretted not allow potergli to move again, in freedom, but he had to.
that we were not giving up: only at that moment put aside the salvation of Damon, for that of Stefan. Stefan, after all, had always been more important to her, right?
So what was this sharp pain in the chest, at heart?
TITLE: I hope it's indescribable. I hope that it takes many years to understand who is actually
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Triple Drabble. Angst.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert. No Pairing.
TABLE: Bingo.
PROMPT: Surrender .
SUMMARY: Elena really knows what lurks within the heart of Damon, and would like to help him. Just can not do it.
THANKS: A
yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A mauve_amethyst because he betata. WORDS: 300, with the word count.
I hope it's indescribable. I hope that it takes many years to understand who is actually
That child was trapped for a long, far too long in his heart.
Tied to a rock from which it can move: immobilized, shackled, imprisoned, arrested, but because Damon had to stop a part of himself?
E 'Elena thinks that this incessantly, day after day, without fail to give themselves a break, because she knows that if he can not leave the soul, it will continue to suffer, day after day, until eternity.
Damon can not die: it is an immortal, ever ever, a vampire , but there are things that can hurt, even kill him.
And 'why not release more than one creature, which is why not let its most innocent, most weak according to him, do something.
If that child came back to occupy their rightful place in the heart of Damon, What would happen? The Wings of Redemption
certainly would have saved him, but she could no longer use them, not in that place, not inside the dark dimension .
They felt their power, they would understand that she was not a simple man, who was not a slave, and, above all, Damon was not his Master .
They understood many things: things that should not be disclosed if they wanted to have a chance to save Stefan. His Stefan. For this
Damon could not leave, so that poor children continue to be tied with sturdy steel chains to the rock where he could not move.
He was sorry, of course. He regretted not being able to save. He regretted not allow potergli to move again, in freedom, but he had to.
that we were not giving up: only at that moment put aside the salvation of Damon, for that of Stefan. Stefan, after all, had always been more important to her, right?
So what was this sharp pain in the chest, at heart?
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Kate Playground Ready For Shower
Loans librarians and exams. (Grrr)
You know that anger that attacks all of a sudden when you have to take an exam and find that the texts to be studied and then went out of publication of course you turn to the library ... and discover that one of the texts, of which only one copy exists in the entire city, is on loan. There you have this? Do you have a vague idea of what it means to discover who was taken before Christmas and the period for repayment is two days after the date of the examination?
You know that anger that attacks all of a sudden when you have to take an exam and find that the texts to be studied and then went out of publication of course you turn to the library ... and discover that one of the texts, of which only one copy exists in the entire city, is on loan. There you have this? Do you have a vague idea of what it means to discover who was taken before Christmas and the period for repayment is two days after the date of the examination?
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