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: 2009-05-25 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-26 01:10 am (UTC)Nice 1/2
Date: 2009-05-31 04:15 am (UTC)"What? You should've said something."
"No, I don't mind. I just think it's interesting. I never thought I'd suddenly turn into a sex object when I got knocked up, you know?"
"You're not any kind of object. If you want me to go back there--"
She raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed.
"Yes, all right. I have no idea what I'd say to him. But I could call and get him fired."
"You were looking down my dress at dinner too."
"I'm your husband." He hadn't learned to stop saying it smugly yet. He might never learn.
"And my tits are amazing."
"Yes," he said, fervently, caught off guard.
"Ha!"
"Ha, what? I was only agreeing with you!" He chewed his lip.
She gave him the smile that meant he was being an enormous dork and she loved him for it. "Roger. I know you love me for more than my amazing pregnancy rack, all right? Admiring them is not insensitive."
"No?"
"No." She leaned close and whispered in his ear. "Nor is licking them, or sucking them. A little nibble. Almost anything else you might want to do with them. Just so you know."
And then there in the hotel lobby, and he had to wait until the elevator to ask what she meant by anything else.
"You know," she said. "Anything. Whatever."
"Did you have something in mind?"
"Did you?" she countered.
"No," he said at once.
"Roger Pinocchio Federer, you are such a liar."
The elevator chimed and let them out on the seventh floor. He followed Mirka down the hall, guilty as charged and wondering if he could distract her with round 13 of the "our child doesn't need a middle name to lead a full and happy life" argument. The middle names she'd started making up for him were growing steadily more ridiculous. He wasn't sure if that meant he were winning or losing.
He didn't get a chance to try. She pushed him down on the sofa and sat on him. Her dress rode up as she settled her self. He put his hands on her bare thighs and looked up at her.
"Tell," she said.
His face grew warm. "Uh," he said.
She raised her eyebrows. "This must be good."
It wasn't good, though. It was bad. And not, he was sure, something he was supposed to ask of his pregnant wife, or in fact any woman, ever. Marat had probably done it. Marat had probably done it to hookers, but judging his own behavior against Marat's had only ever gotten him into trouble. He shook his head.
"I'm not moving till you tell me," she said. "And as usual, I have to pee. Keep that in mind."
"You don't really want to know. Honestly."
"I really do."
"You don't. It's not nice."
She touched his cheek. "Sex doesn't have to be nice, Roger. Not all the time."
She leaned over to kiss him, and the view down her dress gave him, once again, thoughts he'd rather not have. Thoughts of how his cock would fit between her breasts, how they would feel, warm and full, maybe slicked with oil, sliding all around him. He bit his lip. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm going to shower," she said. "And then I will be on the bed. Naked. For you to do terrible things to."
"Mirka!"
She left. A minute later, he heard the shower running.
He couldn't possibly. But--she had asked. He cupped a hand over his cock, through his jeans. He was hard already from imagining it. He'd jerked off in the shower more than once thinking about it, twice in the locker room showers, which as a rule he tried to avoid. It was tacky. But she'd kissed him as he left the practice court and pressed up against him, the curves of her breasts and belly against his bare chest. And there was the angle, too, and the necklace she wore that disappeared into her cleavage and made him think--things.
He unfastened his jeans and pushed them down around his thighs, underwear too. He dragged the flat of his hand up the underside of his cock. The shower shut off, and he could hear Mirka singing softly in the bedroom. He pushed off shoes, sock, pants, and underwear and left them all in a heap on the floor as he went to find her.
She came to him at the bedroom door and pulled his shirt off. Her skin was still faintly damp, and she smelled good, of soap and the kukui nut oil she used as moisturizer. She led him to the bed and pulled him down with her.
Nice 2/2
Date: 2009-05-31 04:16 am (UTC)"What if you hate it?"
"Then you can go down on me to make up for it. Hm, no, actually you can do that anyway."
"I will," he promised.
"Well, then." She lay back and smiled. "Get on with it."
Roger looked around for a second and spotted her oil on the bedside table. He snapped the cap open and poured it between her breasts in a thin, clear stream. She was very warm when he touched her, breasts heavy, full, too large now to hold in one hand. He rubbed in the oil, sliding both palms over and over her skin, up the slope of one breast and then the other, rubbing each nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Her eyes closed, and she hummed at him, low and pleased. "Terrible," she murmured. "Stop, you beast."
"What have I said about sarcasm during sex?"
"That it turns you on."
"Hush."
With her flesh slippery and glowing, he paused, but not for long. It was too much temptation. He swung his leg over her waist and fit himself into the hollow between her breasts and growing belly, weight carefully kept off her. He gathered her breasts in his hands, as much of them and he could hold, and fit his cock between them.
God, it felt perfect, and for a second he was so wrapped up in it that he didn't even see her staring up at him.
"Oh," she said, eyes very wide.
"Do you want me to stop?" His voice was hoarse, mouth dry. He didn't want to stop.
She shook her head slowly. "Do it. Move," she said. Faint color rose to her cheeks. "Hold them tighter."
He groaned and thrust forward, unable to stop himself. It was so good, slick and hot, getting slicker as his cock jerked and spurted a thin stream of pre-come. He bit his lip and thrust again, and again.
She slid her hands up his thighs, and her nails dug in. She leaned up and licked at the head of his cock as it pushed between her breasts.
"Oh, god," he said. "Do it again."
She did it again, licked and even stretched her neck to suck at the head. She reached for the bottle and poured out more oil, gasping as his grip slipped and he clutched at soft flesh.
"Pinch my nipples," she said, breathless. "Do it hard."
He did it as hard as he dared and snapped his hips forward. He moved steadily, found a rhythm, eyes locked with hers. It seemed to go on impossibly long, until his thighs ached. He leaned down and licked at one nipple, caught it between his teeth.
"Fuck," she whispered, and he echoed her, staring down at her flushed face and his own cock sliding between her tits. It was that sight that did him in, and he started to pull back as his stomach tightened and balls clenched. She grabbed at his wrists and held him, shaking her head.
"No, do it like this. Roger, do it."
He let out a strangled noise and shoved her breasts together, fucking hard. He saw her close her eyes as he started to come, white drops spattering up her neck. He closed his as well and stilled, a tremor running through him. He bent his head, panting.
She pulled him down beside him, their legs tangled together, his cheek against her damp hair. She was breathing as hard as he was and when he reached between her legs, he found her wet.
"Good?" he whispered against her ear.
"Good," she agreed. "I still want your tongue though."
"Yes. Now?"
"Mm." She turned toward him and kissed him, scooting into his arms. "In a minute."
Re: Nice 2/2
Date: 2009-05-31 04:31 am (UTC)Re: Nice 2/2
Date: 2009-05-31 04:35 am (UTC)doooo ittttttttt.
Re: Nice 2/2
Date: 2009-05-31 11:59 am (UTC)I love the way you wrote Mirka & roger's interactions with each other. Him kind of shy, even after 9 years. And her dominating. Love!
Re: Nice 2/2
Date: 2009-06-02 08:55 pm (UTC)Nice 3/...2?
Date: 2009-06-10 01:20 am (UTC)"Mmph, okay, now," she said, tugging at his hair. "Unless you want to wait and fuck me."
He eased down her body, kissing as he went. "I want to do this. I like it."
"You always say that." She pushed her hair back from her face. It was damp with sweat now as well as from the shower. "Why?"
"Because it makes you crazy." He curved his hands over his thighs and pressed them wide, leaned in, pushed his tongue straight into her.
She moaned and arched up toward him. Her hands slid into his hair and gripped tightly, almost painfully.
He smiled as he licked at her, tongue dragging over the harder flesh of her clit, around and down through slick salt. He opened his mouth wide and sucked, and smiled as one heel dug into the middle of his back.
"Roger, Roger..."
He hummed in agreement, which only made her heel dig in harder and her hands clench tighter. It did actually hurt a bit, but it was so very worth it. The sounds she made, the way her body moved for him, the little panting breaths and half-moaned words. He slipped two fingers up inside her and rubbed his tongue against her clit, again and again, flat and then little flicks with the tip, and her voice went high and breathless.
"Harder," she said, and pulled at his hair, pushed his head down. "Harder."
He slid his fingers in and out, hard, fast. The wet noises were loud in the still room. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, feel the hot clench of her body around his fingers. Trimmed hair scratched against his nose and lips, and wetness dripped down over his chin. His cock was growing hard again, and he thrust against the bed.
She was loud when she came, his name on her lips, hips pushing up hard, grinding against his fingers and tongue. He kept going until her hands loosened and dropped away from his hair and she made that little noise that meant, enough.
"I love you," she said. He didn't have to see her smile; he could hear it.
He kissed her hip and the curve of her belly. "I love you, too."
Re: Nice 3/...2?
Date: 2009-06-10 01:24 am (UTC)Re: Nice 3/...2?
Date: 2009-06-10 04:58 am (UTC)Re: Nice 3/...2?
Date: 2009-06-16 06:10 pm (UTC)The sex was beyond hot and the dialogue between them was so so cute and lovely and perfect