ohai!
Monthly Archives: January 2015
After accidentally drinking an aphrodisiac, my muse begins begging for yours to bed them. How does yours respond? [You do not have to take this seriously. Have fun with it.]
Stiles licked his lips a couple of times and put his arms up in submission. He could have used his strength on her, but Stiles was terrified that he would hurt her. She’d effectively had him pinned to a wall, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to handle this situation. This woman was nuts! Stiles would have to start wearing a repellent or something. Course, Stiles was also unaware of he reason as to why she was currently throwing herself at him.
“Woah! Woah, woah lady! Seriously? Oh my god, you’re touching my dick. You’ve got to stop that right now,” Stiles stammered.
“Please, Stiles,” Summer moaned. Maybe if she touched him enough he would understand. “I just really need you, right now. Please.” She pressed herself closer. “You understand, right? Just take care of me.”
“Please don’t go, I love you.”
“You what?” he asked as he spun around in the door frame to look at her, confused was just the start of what he was feeling right now.
“Mmmm.” She nosed along his hairline, then breathed in his ear. “I want you to tie my wrists together, and my feet apart. I want you to touch me anywhere, everywhere, until I can’t talk because I want you so badly. I want you to use me, over and over and over, until you’re exhausted.”
“Well now that’s a very good way of describing it to me. I suppose I can do that, or I could just leave you all hot and bothered after I start,” he said, moving in a blur and dropping her on the bed roughly.
Summer squeaked at the bounce, then grinned up at him, pushing herself up on her elbows. “You asked what I wanted. Now,” she tossed her head, “do whatever you like.” Reaching out one hand, she hooked it into the waistband of his jeans and tugged. “Come on, Pietro. You always take such good care of me.”
christmas presents
She laughed, making sure the necklace — his necklace — didn’t get tangled as he disrobed her. “You say that now,” she whispered, eyes dancing, “but imagine next year. And the next, and the next … ” She tipped her head back, making a soft pleased noise at his touch.
“O-oh…is that a new tradition that we’re creating here? Suddenly, I’m looking forward to Christmas every year now…” He trailed off hopefully, eyes widening as he leaned down to press a kiss to the swell of her breasts.
“Every Christmas will be better than the last … ” She shivered slightly under his mouth, leaning back on her hands, hair pooling on the floor. The fire popped, and she grinned. “Are you going to make love to me in front of the fire, babe?”
The redhead bit his tongue on his equally instant response — like he would tell Isaac he was hurting him. The pain would pass, for one thing, and for another then they’d be wasting time soothing Isaac for something he hadn’t meant to do.
Anyway there was so much lube and Isaac had been so careful, there wasn’t any pain, just a vague strangeness. It really wasn’t at all like being a girl … and then his eyes rounded as Isaac bottomed out. Nope, not like a girl at all!
It was even tighter than when Summer was a girl and he was inside of her, but he loved this just as much, probably because it was a relatively new sensation. Pressing a kiss to the back of his boyfriend’s neck as he stilled inside of him, he waited patiently, wrapping one arm around the other male’s waist as the other splayed out beside them on the bed. “S’good, Summer…”
The empath shuddered slightly, making a deep moan at the warmth of Isaac’s hand. “C’mon c’mon …” he whimpered.
the Tale of Sir Isaac
With a contented little sigh, she swung her leg across him, holding him steady so she could slide down, and knelt there.
Trembling with anticipation as she practically pinned him to the bed, Isaac lay still and gazed down at her with awe, toes curling with pleasure. “Close, Summer…”
She leaned down, hair falling around their faces, and kissed him slowly. “Take what you want, then.”
And to everyone in this Congress who still refuses to raise the minimum wage, I say this: If you truly believe you could work full-time and support a family on less than $15,000 a year, go try it.
President Barack Obama (via minishcap)