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wethecrack2015-07-26 05:09 pm
belongsontv) wrote in wethecrack2015-07-26 05:09 pm
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Kink meme/fic meme the zillionth
You know the rules same as I:
-Post a prompt, gen, kinky, the works!
-People reply with drabbles/picture fills
-High five each other for high levels of excellence
-Post a prompt, gen, kinky, the works!
-People reply with drabbles/picture fills
-High five each other for high levels of excellence
Guilty Fantasies
(Anonymous) 2015-07-27 05:26 am (UTC)(link)Surprise boners.
“Great.” He laughed airily to himself as he gave in and unbuttoned his swim trunks, stroking his fingers across the front of his boxers. The bulge was hard to miss, even harder to ignore as he kicked off his jeans entirely, walking over to his bed.
Jack if anything was relieved by the fact his curtains were closed. His clothes smelled of sand, sea and beer. He took Eddie up on his offer to hang out at the beach. He was relieved to be rid of them on the carpeted floor of his bedroom. His boxers joined the pile soon enough as he spread out on his bed.
He palmed his cock, lazily stroking himself with a low hiss between his teeth. His mind drifted, rummaging through what he wanted. Jack hesitated before somewhat guiltily settling on Lin from the party. Her grin skin sparkling in the moonlight, large breasts moving with each breath she took. Her lips spread into a smile.
He bit on his bottom lip as he let his mind spin a better picture, one of Lin unbutton her top slowly, fanged teeth flashed at him in a smile as she revealed her breasts to him. Against the lush green of her skin, her nipples were a soft almost rose petal pink. She cupped one of her breasts in her hand, brushing a clawed thumb across the nipple. She moans softly at her own ministrations, eyelashes fluttering.
In his minds eye Jack reaches out to gently palm the other breast, moving to kiss at the flesh, drifting to gently suck on her nipple. She moans at the attention, her free hand dropping down to slide under her skirt.
Jack grins to himself as his lazy strokes quicken, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock as he lets his imagination roll onward. That wolf woman joins them, quick nimble clawed hands reaching out to caress his cheek, heavy lashes and soft lips kissing at his ear. She draws his hand forward to unbutton the vest of her blouse.
He groans in reality, pressing deeper into his mattress as he squeezes his own cock to try and calm himself down a little. It does nothing against his imagination.
He gropes at her breasts gently through the silk shirt under her vest, able to easily glide past buttons holding it closed to fondle her properly. She isn’t as top heavy as Lin, but Jack pictures her breasts as pert, perky pointed nipples. Brown freckles dot her skin. He gladly leans over to kiss each freckle, dropping a hand to take over fingering Lin. She’s soaked, and wanting. He starts to finger fuck her, leaving her breathless and moaning.
Jack starts to stroke himself a little fast, dropping his hand lower to fondle his nuts. His breathing is heavier and everything is good. Too good.
Grell appears, red hair vibrant against the night around them. Her dress is almost paper thin, Jack pictures her smiling at him with that almost monstrous maw of teeth. She murmurs how she’ll help him, reaching out to unbutton his pants, stroking her fingers along the fabric. She’s elegance in the night, helping him undress and leaving lipstick smears on his skin. She kisses the head of his cock with a breathy sound. Long fingers coaxing along the length.
The women gently whisper about how impressed they are with its size and girth. (A little self indulgent sure, but its his day dream, damn it.)
Another pair of hands settle against his shoulders, Disciple’s lips pressing against the shell of his ear. She makes promises as she presses her breasts (he’s going to just pretend their human like) against his back. He can feel her teeth graze his skin, his shirt gone due to Grell. All the women crowd close, touching him. All of their clothing falls away quickly under the heavy full moon over the beach.
The thought of all of them wanting him makes Jack give an embarrassed groan. He feels some guilt (some of them are married or taken…) but it doesn’t stop him from jerking off.
Lin pulls away from his fingers, quivering and heavy lidded, she joins the other women in pushing him into the sand. She slides down on his cock with a moan. Each of them take a turn on his cock, bouncing up and down breathlessly. He eats one woman out, laughing against her folds at the feeling of her tail wagging against his stomach.
Jack’s cock twitches against his hand, he can feel his climax happening real soon.
The image of Lin pulling out of him again, nearly jelly kneed as she wraps her breasts around his cock to titty fuck him. That is what does Jack in. His orgasm hits him hard and fast.
Jack’s hand is sticky and his back is practically stuck to his sheets. He’s going to need to do laundry tomorrow.
“I really need to get laid.” He breathed out with an irritated groan.
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goodbye im dead
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Well that covers just about everything, doesn't it?
(Good job, anon!)
Re: Guilty Fantasies
(Anonymous) 2015-07-28 08:18 am (UTC)(link)writer!nonny
(Anonymous) 2015-07-28 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)I'm thoroughly tempted to write up a sequel given a chance. Be it 'lonely guy masturbates more' the continuing saga.
Re: writer!nonny
(Anonymous) 2015-07-28 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)writer!nonny - Second fill
(Anonymous) 2015-07-28 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)Also tried a new format to make the fantasy part a bit clearer.
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Embarrassment settled in the pit of his stomach as he rubbed at his face. “Again? Of course. Greaaaat.”
This was a moment where Jack was grateful he lived alone. It meant he could get away with masturbating in peace. Even if he always felt a lot more guilt than he liked afterwards. He had a hard time meeting any of the women’s faces after that particularly… intense bout of man-handling he did to himself.
He dropped his hand to stroke at the front of his pajama pants. Idle fingers teasing as he contemplated his choices. He could ignore it or indulge.
He stripped of his pajama’s, heading towards the bathroom. With only a quick few twists and turns of the knobs he got the temperature he wanted. Jack stepped in, more seriously stroking himself under the warm water.
With the water, it wasn’t hard to let his mind just run off again. Picturing a warm summer rain falling over the Meadous. People run by, but he holds onto her hand the two ducking into his home together.
Milla smiles at him, all heavy lashes and bright smiles. Her dress is soaked from their run. She closes the door behind them with an airy laugh. She locks it with a mischievous glint in her eye.
He leans in to kiss her and she gladly returns it, a gloved hand reaching up to curl her fingers into his hair. She murmurs softly as he gently slides a hand under her dress, feeling the warm but wet bare skin. Milla only steps back to slide out of the dress, the bright colors gone in place of the dark brown of her skin. All that stands between them is her stockings and boots.
The chill in the air makes her nipples perky, a lighter brown against the rest of her skin. Jack dips in to kiss those breasts, nipping at her nipples playfully as her breath catches. His clothes start to come off, floating along behind him in a neat pile.
Jack groans, picturing the way her breasts jiggled as she moved. Her powers doing the work of effortless undressing him as she stepped out of her boots. Her pink stocking falls alongside the white pleather of her boots. She stands completely naked before him, the curtain of her hair fluttering slightly as she moves towards him.
Her deft bare fingers traces along his length, its solid in her palm as she slowly starts to jerk him off. Warm lips kissing the tip of his cock as she hums a playful tune. She’s working on getting him hard.
“Damn… Damn.” He cursed lowly to himself, pressing back against the wall of his shower. He knows he’s going to be prune-y by the time he steps out. Not that he can find it in himself to give a damn.
She takes it into his mouth, head bobbing easily as she sucks him off. Bright lipstick staining the skin of his erect cock. Pre-cum smears across her lips when she pulls back. Milla laughs, shaking a finger at him playfully. She wipes her lips against the back of her hand, lipstick smeared on skin.
She only rises so she can guide his hands to her breasts, Jack has no hesitation in giving her chest more attention. He leaves a trail of bites and kisses along the slicked skin. She’s moaning by the time he drops to a crouch, kissing his way across her lower belly. She’s perfect as far as the eye can see. He would worship this body if he had the chance.
His nose is buried in her pubic hair by the time he’s dropped low enough to lick at her folds. Licking and kissing at tender skin. She moans and squirms with a breathy sound. All her composure falling away as she clutches at him. She’s already soaked from his attention above, so his attention is just adding fire to everything.
Jack fondles himself with a groan, his motions going faster as he pictures her expression. He’s barely met the woman, but she’s beautiful.
Milla swats him away breathily. He doesn't have the chance to question her as she levitates him in the air, moving to float over him and slide herself down on his erect member. They meet with a wet slap of skin. She bounces on his cock, holding them both aloft in the air as she takes every inch of him. She laughs and sings playfully as he adjusts to floating. She mumbles lowly into his ear about how she wants to keep his member to herself. Every dirty word she says sounds angelic to his ears.
She is in control, moving herself up and down, sliding up and down on his cock. Her agile movement put to good use here. Jack simply holds onto her hips, those beautiful wide hips. He’s breathless. All he can do is watch that body at work. Slim, but muscular, wide hips and perfect breasts. All framed perfectly with her long hair.
The pace picks up when his hand reaches out to flick her clit, smirking up at her as she moves herself even faster. She's losing control of her pace the closer she gets to orgasm. Her breasts bouncing with a rhythm and song only she can hear.
She only has a chance to come down again, taking every last inch in when he cums inside of her. She greedily keeps every inch of his cock inside of her as she follows suit, orgasming a moment later.
Jack moans, cum spiriting across his palms as he slides down the back of his shower. He’s just as breathless as he was in his day dream. All he can do is ride out his orgasm, body quivering under the warm water of his shower.
He slides back into the tub under him, bonelessly laying against the cool wet tiles. “Now I can never meet her eyes again.” He muses tiredly with a tired exhale.