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dymaxion for this one.
2) Yes, this is total hack.
3) This is behind a cut for obvious not safe for work reasons, but also because I am not filtering this post. If you are likely to respond to badly written porn with anything other than benign amusement, please don't click through. (ie, if you don't know me, and you are looking for something to pass judgement on, please use any of my other posts for character reference first.)
I don't mean to have a modus operandi, but it always turns out that way. I'll invite some enchanting creature over for dinner, ply them with wine, then have some messy accident while making dessert. At this point I insist that running a quick wash on the clothes is not a problem, and why don't we hop in the shower? There is no reason it should work so well, but it does, and I had thought it was my own secret method until I found it being used on me.
She had amazing culinary skills, and her managing to puncture a can of whipped cream and make it seem accidental was just an extension of that brilliance. Before I quite had figured out that I was caught by my own game, I was in the shower being thoroughly lathered. Deft fingers parted my labia even as her mouth found a nipple. I didn't know I could be turned into an aroused puddle in a matter of seconds, but it happened. Her palm on my clitoris, she slipped a finger into me, then two. Her other hand slid down my back over my ass; a soap slick finger probed my anus. I couldn't help it, and cried out as a half-orgasm took me.
Gently pulling away from her hands I said, "This is not a complaint, mind you, but I thought we women were supposed to take time with the foreplay."
"Oh, trust me, this is foreplay. Let me get my newest creation and then I can really begin fucking." With a mischievous smirk she hopped out out the shower and, still dripping, left the bathroom.
I waited, letting the hot water sluice over me, fingering my clit, surprised to discover that the intrigue added to my arousal. With wet footsteps she returned. I peeked around the shower curtain and went weak kneed at the sight.
Rubbing myself even harder I asked, "Oh my... what is that?"
"Like it? I call it my Lesbian Ethos. Let me show you what it does."
dymaxion for this one. 2) Yes, this is total hack.
3) This is behind a cut for obvious not safe for work reasons, but also because I am not filtering this post. If you are likely to respond to badly written porn with anything other than benign amusement, please don't click through. (ie, if you don't know me, and you are looking for something to pass judgement on, please use any of my other posts for character reference first.)
I don't mean to have a modus operandi, but it always turns out that way. I'll invite some enchanting creature over for dinner, ply them with wine, then have some messy accident while making dessert. At this point I insist that running a quick wash on the clothes is not a problem, and why don't we hop in the shower? There is no reason it should work so well, but it does, and I had thought it was my own secret method until I found it being used on me.
She had amazing culinary skills, and her managing to puncture a can of whipped cream and make it seem accidental was just an extension of that brilliance. Before I quite had figured out that I was caught by my own game, I was in the shower being thoroughly lathered. Deft fingers parted my labia even as her mouth found a nipple. I didn't know I could be turned into an aroused puddle in a matter of seconds, but it happened. Her palm on my clitoris, she slipped a finger into me, then two. Her other hand slid down my back over my ass; a soap slick finger probed my anus. I couldn't help it, and cried out as a half-orgasm took me.
Gently pulling away from her hands I said, "This is not a complaint, mind you, but I thought we women were supposed to take time with the foreplay."
"Oh, trust me, this is foreplay. Let me get my newest creation and then I can really begin fucking." With a mischievous smirk she hopped out out the shower and, still dripping, left the bathroom.
I waited, letting the hot water sluice over me, fingering my clit, surprised to discover that the intrigue added to my arousal. With wet footsteps she returned. I peeked around the shower curtain and went weak kneed at the sight.
Rubbing myself even harder I asked, "Oh my... what is that?"
"Like it? I call it my Lesbian Ethos. Let me show you what it does."
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Coffee, meet keyboard.
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Though it is important to note this is my first ever attempt at raunchy writing. :}
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and I think we should definitely hack Home Depot and/or REI with this. Oh yes.
::refrains from adding an *evil cackle* at the end::
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