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 10:42 pm (UTC)About a girl part one
Date: 2009-05-25 07:00 pm (UTC)Rafaela Nadal wasn't exactly graceful, but there was something about the way she moved that caught Roger's eye every time he saw her move. He thought it was time he did something about that.
Roger admired her tennis too, her single minded focus, and sometimes wished she was a man so he could play her in matches that mattered. Much more often, he wished that she wasn't constantly chaperoned by her stern-faced aunt. But tonight, amazingly, the scary aunt was missing.
The music at the party was loud and exciting. Rafaela was here, dancing in a corner with a couple of the other Spanish players. She was giggling at something they'd said. Her dark hair hung around her face, framing her high cheekbones and the almost too strong line of her jaw. Her hair was actually a mess, like she'd barely brushed it after the shower. Roger watched her for a few minutes, considering his chances. She had a boyfriend, but… Well, screw Xavier. He wasn't here.
"Hi," Roger said, going over with two cokes. One of them had an umbrella in, with a glossy red cherry speared on its little wooden shaft. "I brought this one for you."
She blinked twice, at the drink and at him, then she looked at her two friends and said something sharp and fast in Spanish.
"Ah, farewell," one of them said. She was pretty too, with pale eyes and wide mouth. They laughed and walked away.
"Where's your aunt tonight?" Roger said.
"In bed with the back," said Rafaela, promptly. She was staring into his eyes. Her mouth was slightly apart. "Very bad."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Roger said. "I hope she recovers soon."
Rafaela nodded.
"So, ah, Rafaela—Rafa—"
"No, no. No call me that. Same as my uncle. I not a man. Call me Rafaela." She had a silky blue dress on that managed to show the full curve of her cleavage and lots of long tanned leg. It clung to her small waist and the flaring curve of her ass. Amazing, Roger thought, trying to keep his eyes on her face. Girls like that. Rafaela touched her hair and smiled at him. "You can kiss me if you like that," she said.
"Oh god, What?" The music seemed to get fainter. "You —really?"
"Is why you come over, no?"
"Uh. Well. I like you." His throat had gone dry. She was actually asking him… This was so amazing.
"I like you also. A lot. I watch you around all the time." She took a sip of her drink. She made short work of the cherry, plucking it off the umbrella and biting down on it. He watched the slender column of her throat flex. "We dance?"
"I don't dance."
She grinned rather sweetly and tugged him onto the dance floor. Roger put his hands on her shoulders, until she moved them to her hips. Then she pressed close, so that he could feel the hard and soft curves of her, all the way down. Her breasts pushed against his chest and her thigh slid between his, and then she leaned up, not very far, and kissed him. God.
About a girl part two
Date: 2009-05-25 07:02 pm (UTC)"Rafaela," he said. He closed his eyes shut on the image of just putting his hand under her skirt right here. He wondered if she was wet, and how hot she'd feel around his fingers when he slid them into her cunt. "Fuck," he whispered.
"Yes, Roger?"
"Do you want to come back to my room?"
"Outside is closer, no?"
"Outside… "
"Against the wall."
"Please, yes," he said.
Rafaela knew a place, she said, as they walked out through the foyer. She was holding his hand and looking at him, watching his face very intently like she couldn't quite believe he was there. Roger couldn't quite believe it either. His gaze drifted down to her breasts and her grip on his hand tightened. She walked close to his side, matching him step for step. They were nearly the same height.
It was a quiet and dark corner, tucked away at the back of the building near the car park, where they stored the broken chairs and the old beer crates. It was perfect. He hardly cared because as soon as they were properly out of sight, she kissed him again, and then she put her hand on the front of his jeans, over his erection.
She moaned in appreciation when he pushed her back against the wall. "Come on," she murmured, and opened his belt and unzipped his jeans.
She didn't have soft hands, but they were strong and confident. He groaned when she touched his cock, and so did she.
"I like it hard," he said, and she squeezed.
"I think about fucking you before," Rafaela whispered, as she stroked him. She rubbed her thumb across the slit, picking up fluid and spreading it over and down the shaft. Roger put his hands on her breasts, cupping their heaviness through the thin material. He rubbed his thumb against her nipples. They were stiff.
"Really?" he whispered. "You thought about this before?"
"Si. You are pretty man, you know?" she said, and her voice was trembling. "Pretty like the Spanish boys."
No one had called him pretty before. Roger kissed her, pressing her back against the bricks as she touched him. He licked at her mouth and kissed her jaw, wanting to taste and touch more of her. He moved down over her throat as he slid one hand down over her stomach and thigh, to where the hem of her dress was riding up. She squirmed as he pushed his hand up under it, and then she moaned and moved her legs apart.
He ran his hand over smooth hard muscle, up to the softer, hotter skin of her inner thigh. He pushed a thumb against her panties. They were soaked. He squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, thinking about how wet she must be.
About a girl part three
Date: 2009-05-25 07:04 pm (UTC)"Yes," she said, shakily, grinding down on his hand. "Like this."
"Oh my god," he said.
Her scent rose around them as she drew her dress up high around her waist, exposing more tanned skin. She slipped her panties down as he fingered her. She watched him, head down, lips apart, eyes dark and concentrating on his hands. Every few seconds her hand tightened on his cock.
"Condoms," she said. He realised she was holding one, fished from a small shoulder bag.
"Oh god. Does your aunt know you carry those around?" Roger asked.
"Those ones I want to know, know," she replied.
She was heavier than she looked but he lifted her easily, hands on her ass. She hooked one leg around his waist as he pushed into her, and they stopped, both breathing hard, leaning awkwardly.
"Look," Rafaela said. "Watch," She pulled her dress down, and the lacy cups of her bra. She licked a finger and wet the dark skin of her nipples. Her breasts trembled as they both shifted.
"I'm going to come," Roger whispered, half desperate.
"Wait, oh, wait," Rafaela said, and she began to move, twisting her hips and squeezing him. She guided Roger's fingers, circling them on her clit, working herself faster. Roger could smell her, could feel wetness on his thighs from her, how much she wanted it.
He pressed closer, spreading her thighs wider, pressing her hard against the wall. He looked down, panting. Between them, her cunt was stretched perfectly around his cock, her dark hair neatly trimmed. He watched himself fuck her for a few strokes-- long hard strokes-- then looked back up, straight into her eyes. She was watching him, teeth biting into her lower lip.
"Roger," she said, saying his name slow and soft, like it really meant something to her. She flashed a brilliant smile.
He could tell when he came, because she put her head down and made a long low moaning sound. Her body tightened and then, what felt like minutes later, she sighed and relaxed. She dug her nails into his shoulder and he couldn't wait any more. He fucked her hard for less than a minute, and came with a cry.
"Yeah," Rafaela mumbled, slumped on his shoulder, her arms tightening around his neck. "That was the best."
Afterwards, when they'd walked on shaky legs back to the party, Roger realised his knuckles were all scraped from the bricks, and that Rafaela had a dusty grey cobweb tangled in her hair. He brushed it out for her, then, for a brief moment, she twined her fingers with his and squeezed.
"Thank you very much," she said, and wrote her phone number on his arm with a felt pen. She gave him a direct look. "We do it again soon."
"Okay," he said, dazed.
Her friends drifted back, and he drifted away, watching the delight on her flushed face as she laughed with them. He wanted to ask her if she did this all the time, or if it was just Roger. Maybe he could ask, next time.
Re: About a girl part three
Date: 2009-05-25 09:28 pm (UTC)Re: About a girl part three
Date: 2009-05-28 01:03 am (UTC)Re: About a girl part three
Date: 2009-06-10 12:33 pm (UTC)Affairs of the heart part 1
Date: 2009-06-13 08:10 pm (UTC)Why had she invited him here? Was it to break up with him? He had been so excited when she’d invited him to her room for the first time after sneaking around for the past eighteen months. They’d met in hotel gardens, store-rooms, hotel and restaurant bathrooms, and on one very memorable occasion the back row of a cinema. Eventually he’d convinced her to come back to his room, but she would always be gone when he woke in the morning. If it wasn’t for the heated looks she threw his way when no one was watching he would think that he was imagining it all.
Roger didn’t complain. He was lucky to have only this small part of her. He knew it was only a matter of time before she grew tired of their fling and settled down with the boy she was seeing back home. This was it he supposed. He’d better get it over with.
He cleared his throat, unconsciously combing his fingers through his hair. Then knocked on the open door. He almost took a step back at the identical looks of annoyance that were turned on him, Rafaela’s gaze softened almost immediately.
“Hi...”
“Rogelio, “ she nodded with a small smile. “Good we go.”
“Rafaela.”
She turned and glared at her uncle, “I have nothing more to say. You interfere in my life for last time.” She turned and walked towards Roger. “We go,” she said again. Pulling him out of the room and slamming the door shut behind them. She pointedly ignored the small crowd of onlookers outside her room and picked up her bags. Roger helped her. Neither spoke until they had reached the relative sanctuary of the lift.
“Where are we going?” Roger pressed the button for the ground floor.
“Your hotel,” Rafaela turned to look up at him. “Is ok?”
“Yeah fine. Stay as long as you like. I’m going back home for a couple of days before Roland Garros but I can...”
“No,” she interrupted. “I come too?”
“You come where?” Roger frowned.
“Home with you. Is ok?”
“Yeah...sure, why not. I can show you around.”
“Thank you very much. Then we go to Roland Garros, we stay together?”
“What...you...but everyone will know if you stay with me.”
“I no care what people think,” Rafaela replied firmly.
“But what about your boy...”
“We break. Perhaps six month. Toni he no accept this. He keep bring him. This time he bring him here and to Roland Garros too. No more. We finish”
“Oh.”
“So we stay together?“
“Yeah sure. Stay as long as you like. Forever if you want.” Shit Roger thought, I didn’t mean to say that. Fool, just because she broke up with her boyfriend. Doesn’t mean she wants anything to do with you. It could just be you’re the only person she knows... this is just a fling, it doesn’t mean...
“Is proposal?” Rafaela asked cutting through his internal berating.
“Do...” he glanced at her before looking down. “Er...yeah , ok if you want it to be.”
“I think you get down on knee, have champagne & flowers.”
“Do...Do you want me to?” He looked at her again.
“I think this is ok, no?” she moved to stand in front of him and placed a hand on his arm, holding his gaze.
“Well?” Roger asked after a moment -which felt as long as a five set match- proud that he managed to keep his voice steady. He discreetly rubbed his moist palms against his jeans.
Affairs of the heart part 2
Date: 2009-06-13 08:12 pm (UTC)Rafaela Nadal Parera is saddened to announce that she is parting with long term coach Toni Nadal. She would like to thank him for all his hard work and dedication in developing her into the player she is today.
www.rafaelanadalparera.com/blog
20th May 2009
Hello Everyone,
Today I bring you very great news: I get married yesterday. Is great, no? My husband writes very good English, so he is writing this as I speak. We were married in his home town, with only close friends and family. Was very beautiful day, we both cry but I think he cry more than me. We took looks of pictures, I will remember to upload one with him crying.
On Friday we travel to Paris to prepare for Roland Garros. I’m very much looking forward to defending my title and watch my husband defend his.
Thanks to all,
Rafaela
www.rogerfederer.com
20th May 2009
Dear Fans,
Yesterday, Rafeala Nadal Parera and I were married in a small private ceremony. It was a glorious day with laughter and tears shed in equal measure.
Rafaela and I will take a short break before travelling to Paris on Friday, to prepare for Roland Garros.
Love,
Roger
www.bbc.co.uk/tennis
20th May 2009
TENNIS WORLD STUNNED BY SURPRISE MARRIAGE
The Tennis world is reeling today after the shock announcement of the marriage of World No.1 Tennis Players, Rafaela Nadal Parera and Roger Federer. The announcement was made on the player’s websites. Representatives for the duo have been unavailable for comment.
Nadal Parera and Federer will travel Paris on Friday to prepare for next week’s French Open where both will seek to defend their titles. Federer will also seek to break Borg’s record and gain a fifth straight win. In 2008 he broke Borg’s Wimbledon Championship record by becoming the first man to win in six consecutive Wimbledon finals.
Re: Affairs of the heart part 2
Date: 2009-09-17 02:54 am (UTC)