Anonymous tennis RPS kink meme
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vom_marlowe (from who I quoted these guidelines). This is how it works:
You post –anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.
Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.
Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. Also, requesters do not have to say thank you and readers who enjoy the ficlets do not have to provide feedback, but it’s always loved.
About the requests:
A pairing is not enough. Please provide some sort of scenario, kink, detail, situation, that makes it special to you. A handy link to generate ideas should your pervy brain fail you.
About the replies:
If you need to, post “part 1”, “part 2”, etc.
In general:
Play nice. This is all anonymous and I will come down like Rafa on a bad day on anyone being mean.
Feel free to pimp this everywhere you wish.
If you accidentally have yourself signed in, please delete your comment and repost anonymously. If you don’t notice, I will try to do this for you.
Please, no underage characters having sex.
Request! If your request is filled, write another one!
Write! If you find a good prompt, write it, post it, and look for more!
Read! Everyone loves a reader!
I think that covers everything. So! Go forth and kink!
ETA: if you appear to be a troll I will delete your comments.
vom_marlowe (from who I quoted these guidelines). This is how it works: You post –anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.
Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.
Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. Also, requesters do not have to say thank you and readers who enjoy the ficlets do not have to provide feedback, but it’s always loved.
About the requests:
A pairing is not enough. Please provide some sort of scenario, kink, detail, situation, that makes it special to you. A handy link to generate ideas should your pervy brain fail you.
About the replies:
If you need to, post “part 1”, “part 2”, etc.
In general:
Play nice. This is all anonymous and I will come down like Rafa on a bad day on anyone being mean.
Feel free to pimp this everywhere you wish.
If you accidentally have yourself signed in, please delete your comment and repost anonymously. If you don’t notice, I will try to do this for you.
Please, no underage characters having sex.
Request! If your request is filled, write another one!
Write! If you find a good prompt, write it, post it, and look for more!
Read! Everyone loves a reader!
I think that covers everything. So! Go forth and kink!
ETA: if you appear to be a troll I will delete your comments.
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Date: 2009-05-24 04:37 pm (UTC)Part 1
Date: 2009-05-25 10:00 pm (UTC)Like everyone else, she’d been disappointed he hadn’t medaled, but hey, he had plenty of Olympics left in him, more than her, she suspected. She told him so on their way back to the village, but he’d smiled at her and said he didn’t want to talk about that anymore. She’d agreed that they shouldn’t.
It wasn’t until they’ stepped into her room in the Olympic village and closed the door behind them that he’d confessed he was a virgin. For a moment she’d wondered if he just thought that was what she wanted to hear, but she knew enough about him to know he wasn’t that type of guy. His reaction to her ministrations had been proof enough of it: how he’d gazed at her naked body in awe, how he’d touched her as if wanted just to know what she felt like, how his eyes had gone wide when her small hands had wandering down his body and touched his cock and then when she settled herself on top of it, and how quickly he’d come then.
“Wow,” he was muttering. “That was amazing.” Then he looked at her, and she saw the guilt start to set in. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she said, “all guys are like that their first time. We can rest for a bit.” She pulled herself off, pulled the condom off him and tossed it towards the trash, and lay down next to him, trying not to be bothered too much by the needy throbs of her own body. He didn’t seem that tired, at least.
He leaned over her and started kissing her, slowly, languidly, his hands wandering down her sides. Strange how the touch of his fingertips could raise the inferno in her loins; make her moan with rising need. Then he whispered, “Mirka, I’ve, um, been reading, and um….” He seemed to be blushing. It was one of the most endearing things Mirka had ever seen.
Part 2
Date: 2009-05-25 10:02 pm (UTC)“I, uh, know what I’m supposed to do.”
“Well, yes, we just did it.”
“No, I mean…” More blushing. “To make a woman come.”
He was kissing her neck and collarbone now, quickly, carelessly, like the nerves were getting to him. He saw her glance down to between her legs; it was easy enough to guess what he was going to try. But he seemed too nervous to go at it immediately; he was procrastinating on her breasts and making her writhe, and almost scream with frustration. She ought to let him explore, she told herself, but his tongue was on her navel and she was begging, because if she didn’t get some relief now she didn’t know what she was going to do.
Then, at last, his tongue was down there, poking at her folds-in their least sensitive spot. “Move your tongue up,” she whispered desperately. “A little more, harder, put your finger in me and curve-ohhhh…” There were two moments of sheer bliss as he got it right, as her body curved up into him, taking what it craved.
Then he pulled away and asked eagerly, “Was that an orgasm?”
“No, you idiot!” she screeched, and losing her patience completely she grabbed his head and pushed it back down. He resumed quickly enough, his tongue unskilled but he was getting it done, he was working her hard, her legs digging into his back and his hands pulling his curls, and he didn’t stop again, no matter how loud her moans got or how tight she got around him he kept going.
When she started to burn she gasped out, “Touch my clit,” hoping he could find it on his own because she was past the ability to guide him; he did; his thumb pressed down and it was a good orgasm, the kind that got through her whole body and made her toes curl, and it was even better because he was still going, making the spasms continue until her clit hurt and she panted, “Okay, you can stop now.”
When she opened her eyes, she saw he was looking at her with those wide eyes again, and he said, “I didn’t know women could come like that. So long...”
Part 3
Date: 2009-05-25 10:04 pm (UTC)They kissed for a while then, him sliding out of her at some point but their bodies still pressed together. Mirka found herself tracing his face with her fingers as they parted, finding herself drawn in by the look in his eyes. Someday, she thought, when he’s number one in the world, when I think of him it’s still going to be like this. But this was a deeply bittersweet thought, because by then, she supposed, she’d have just been a chapter in his life, and suddenly she didn’t want that; she wanted to be something more to this young man.
“Well,” she managed. “now you’re no longer a virgin. And, as is usual for you, you did very well. I think you will be very good with girls in the future.”
But at her last sentence, his expression suddenly turned fierce, and he whispered, “No,” and kissed her hard.
He wouldn’t stop kissing her, and it was some time before she could ask, “What you mean no?”
“I don’t want to sleep with other girls,” he insisted between more kisses. “I only want you, Mirka. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I think I love you.”
He felt her freeze beneath him, and he pulled away, dismayed. “Oh god, Mirka,” he said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. Even if you just meant this as one night, I want…I want to be, well…”
“More serious?” she asked. Well, of course; he’d said he loved her. After only knowing her a week. The sensible part of Mirka insisted he was being young and naïve; he simply had to know her longer before he could really love her.
But the less sensible part of Mirka heard his, “Well, yes,” and felt her own heart flutter at the emotion in his voice, and wondering if she might be falling for him herself.
“Good,” she managed. “Good. I think…I want that too…I…” She abandoned words in favor of kissing him again, and his face was shining, and he was whispering his happiness into her ear, how wonderful she was, how he really did love her. He asked if he could stay the night.
“Absolutely,” she said, and sincerely hoped then this would be the first of many nights to come.
Re: Part 3
Date: 2009-05-26 01:02 am (UTC)♥!!!
thank you!!!!!!!!!
Re: Part 3
Date: 2009-05-26 03:36 am (UTC)Re: Part 3
Date: 2009-05-26 09:36 am (UTC)Re: Part 3
Date: 2009-05-28 05:51 am (UTC)Re: Part 3
Date: 2009-05-29 09:06 am (UTC)Mirka found herself tracing his face with her fingers as they parted, finding herself drawn in by the look in his eyes. Someday, she thought, when he’s number one in the world, when I think of him it’s still going to be like this.
Oh Mirka &hearts；&hearts；&hearts；