Two of you were telling me you were writing/thinking of writing porn last night. Neither of you have delivered. Sigh. And here I thought I'd wake up to something nice in the morning rather than work.
When he brought her to the place where he slept, she tugged him down onto well-worn blankets. They smelled like him; the whole room smelled like him. He squirmed under her, kicking at his boots, and he gasped happily as she unzipped him. His hand was sliding along his dick as she got her pants off, but when she climbed back over him, he took his hands off himself and held her by the sides of the neck and kissed her, letting her guide him inside. She was close enough to hear the rumble in his chest when he slipped in as far as her body would allow. His head fell back, hers fell to his chest, and she shifted her hips.
She didn't come that time, but that wasn't really the point, she thought. She needed someone to really make her feel it, the bloom of pleasure that spread up from her groin to her belly, tight and aching and real. She watched him then, the way his eyelids fluttered in time with his fingers on her hips. She can remember thinking that as good as he was, he would probably be an even better lover if he wasn't trying to survive a genocide. When he came (more quickly than he would've liked, he told her), she had a smile on her face that she refused to explain. They were alive. That counted for something.
Re: random k/s snippet [snatched out of an old, unpublishable story]
I'd give a crack at putting up a work in progress porn fest, but I'm vertwy drunkj, at the monemnt. Matyve in the morning whenrl I spover UP A BITKF. mYAYABE.
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[That was supposed to have a smiley or something, but I accidentally hit 'enter']
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I am just... I am feeling the strain of a long, boring day... Also. I like porn. Sigh.
And
*makes flaily handwave motions*
Possibly, I should do the dishes.
random k/s snippet [snatched out of an old, unpublishable story]
When he brought her to the place where he slept, she tugged him down onto well-worn blankets. They smelled like him; the whole room smelled like him. He squirmed under her, kicking at his boots, and he gasped happily as she unzipped him. His hand was sliding along his dick as she got her pants off, but when she climbed back over him, he took his hands off himself and held her by the sides of the neck and kissed her, letting her guide him inside. She was close enough to hear the rumble in his chest when he slipped in as far as her body would allow. His head fell back, hers fell to his chest, and she shifted her hips.
She didn't come that time, but that wasn't really the point, she thought. She needed someone to really make her feel it, the bloom of pleasure that spread up from her groin to her belly, tight and aching and real. She watched him then, the way his eyelids fluttered in time with his fingers on her hips. She can remember thinking that as good as he was, he would probably be an even better lover if he wasn't trying to survive a genocide. When he came (more quickly than he would've liked, he told her), she had a smile on her face that she refused to explain. They were alive. That counted for something.
Re: random k/s snippet [snatched out of an old, unpublishable story]
Oh, you crazy kids. *reads again*
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WHOOO GUINNESS!!
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