One day, Sam Carter was very bored, so she walked through the corridors of Galactica until she ran into Kara.
"Hello," said Kara.
"Hello," said Sam. "You are very pretty and blonde."
"Yes," Kara replied. "You are also very pretty and blonde. I am very fond of tough and intelligent women like yourself."
"As am I," Sam answered. "I find myself quite turned on by your independence and the way you pilot a viper and aren't angsting over Lee. Should we go shag now?"
"Many, many times," Kara affirmed.
So they did. A lot. And it was very orgasmic and fun and they slept for a bit until they weren't tired anymore and shagged a bit more until Kara discovered that she was late for her shift and got yelled at by Lee.
But later, they shagged some more and were snarky and cute and hot.
Like C.S. Lewis and fairy tales, I've found that it's the usual way of things that one must write* oneself the porn one wants most to read. I, however, as I have gotten older, have found that the wanting is sufficient to my needs and I no longer ever seem to get to the actual writing.
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"Hello," said Kara.
"Hello," said Sam. "You are very pretty and blonde."
"Yes," Kara replied. "You are also very pretty and blonde. I am very fond of tough and intelligent women like yourself."
"As am I," Sam answered. "I find myself quite turned on by your independence and the way you pilot a viper and aren't angsting over Lee. Should we go shag now?"
"Many, many times," Kara affirmed.
So they did. A lot. And it was very orgasmic and fun and they slept for a bit until they weren't tired anymore and shagged a bit more until Kara discovered that she was late for her shift and got yelled at by Lee.
But later, they shagged some more and were snarky and cute and hot.
The End!
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Like C.S. Lewis and fairy tales, I've found that it's the usual way of things that one must write* oneself the porn one wants most to read. I, however, as I have gotten older, have found that the wanting is sufficient to my needs and I no longer ever seem to get to the actual writing.
* Or draw.
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