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: 2009-05-29 08:17 pm (UTC)Girl pretty 1/2
Date: 2009-06-05 12:19 am (UTC)She was sprawled on the vast hotel bed, her bare skin glowing gold against the heavy peach satin bedspread. The room was fussy, Roger thought, with too many curtains and cushions and tiny pillows that he had to push off the bed when he wanted to sleep. They'd been given the honeymoon suite. The French doors opened onto a terrace that had potted banana trees and a view of Monaco bay. The water glittered in the morning sun.
He blinked at Mirka. "Of course not."
"There's no 'of course' about it," Mirka said. "Lots of men do it." She was flicking through a copy of French Vogue.
"Do they?" Roger said, frowning. He dried himself with his towel, taking care over his toes. "I never have."
"Not even just to see what it's like?"
"Buy why would I?"
Mirka gave him a long look. Her lips were curved softly; she was looking at him just like she had when he'd flirted clumsily with her in Sydney. Since the baby, things had been better, somehow. She rolled onto her side and looked him over.
"I think you'd look pretty, Rogi."
"What? How? I'm hairy. I have no tits. Or ass. My feet are size elevens."
He walked over to the bed and leaned down to kiss her. He smoothed his palm down over the cello curve of her waist and hip. She put her hand on his thigh and stroked upwards.
"Again?" he said, smiling down.
"Let me dress you up," Mirka said, and bit softly at his lower lip. "Then, yeah, maybe we can have sex." She cupped his balls and held them the way that she did when she deepthroated him. He swallowed, and his cock thickened.
"What is this, some sort of transvestite blackmail for sex?"
"Maybe," Mirka said.
Roger tried to imagine the men he knew dressing up as women. He couldn't imagine any one doing it. Well, apart from Gavin. He'd been wild in the 90s. Roger had seen the pictures. Looking at them had made him feel strange, like he'd missed out on something. He'd wanted to dye his hair red at one point, but he never had. He had an odd brightly-lit vision of Rafa in heels and a blond wig. That had been the rumour, any way.
"Okay," Roger said.
Mirka flung herself off the bed and went over to the wardrobe. It was an art deco style piece, and it was full of silk things Mirka had recently bought. She flicked through the rack of clothes.
"There was this dress from Balenciaga, I think it's just perfect for you. I should never have bought it," she said. "I can't wear bright colours." She pulled a dress out. It was dark red, sleeveless, with a deep, narrow v neck. It had some sort of frill.
"I'm going to look really bad in that," he said, but Mirka shook her head.
"Underwear," she said, threateningly.
"You never said anything about that," he said, but he couldn't keep the slight hoarseness from his voice now. Dresses were one thing. Wearing women's underwear was another. He always noticed how Mirka's panties clung to her, and how her bras cupped her breasts and pushed them up.
She handed him a pair of coral pink silk panties. They had white lace around the edge. "The bra will never fit you though," she said. "Try them on."
She watched him as he stepped into them and pulled them up. He looked down. They felt like they were hardly there.
"Oh," he said, at the strange contrast. The ruffles of soft lace brushed the top of his thighs and the dark hair there. The silk pulled taut over the thickness of his cock. He touched the frictionless warmth, just caressing until Mirka made a soft sound.
"The dress next," she said.
It was a little tight on the shoulders, but Mirka helped him with it and finally it skimmed down over his hips and thighs, draping itself on him. It was cool on his skin, pulling in odd ways when he moved. He sat down on the stool in front of the dressing table, wanting to hide the tented front of the dress.
"I didn't think I'd like it this much," he said, looking up at Mirka. Her mouth was wet.
"I think you'd look pretty in some makeup," she said.
Girl pretty 2/2
Date: 2009-06-05 12:21 am (UTC)"Yes, hold still. Here."
"Mirka—I don't think—"
She stood close enough that her breasts were in his face, as she was leaning over him to pick up mascara and lipstick.
"Close your eyes," she said, and he did. He didn't know why he was letting her do this. It was ridiculous. He swallowed and put a hand over his cock. He could smell her scent. "Done," she said. "Keep them closed."
His eyelashes felt weird; too heavy and sticky. Mirka swept the lipstick carefully over his lips. It was slippery and thick. He rubbed his lips together, the way he'd seen Mirka do it. A synthetic fruit taste bled onto his tongue. She kissed him softly, licking into his mouth.
"You look pretty," she murmured, after a moment. "Look in the mirror."
He turned round, then stared at his own face. He laughed, a brief strangled sound. His lashes were thicker than ever, very black. His mouth was pink and very glossy. With his curls falling around his eyes… actually he didn't look too bad.
"See," Mirka said. "You look good."
She slid to the floor in front of him and knelt, both hands on Roger's knees, rubbing up under the dress, pushing up to stroke over the panties. He hardened more as he watched her touch him under the dress, desire taking on a new sharper edge. She bared his thighs and tugged aside the underwear, her hair skimming over his legs. Her breath was on his cock where it stuck out. The lace was scratchy against his balls. He jerked and gasped as her tongue licked over it. He sank his hands into her hair and shifted, spreading his thighs so she could move closer.
"God," she whispered, and one hand slipped down between her thighs now. She twisted her head to look up into his eyes. "I want you like this."
Her mouth was so wet, so hot as it slid down around his cock. The hard edge of the dressing table pressed across his back as he leaned on it. He stared down at the incredible view of himself and tried to stay silent, but he couldn't. His entire skin was on fire. Mirka's lips were brushing against the silk and lace, making it damp. He thought it might be the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He wondered if she'd want him to do this again. Her hand was moving faster. He couldn't see properly, but she would be fingerfucking herself.
"Ohhh," he moaned, at last. "This is so good. Please. Yes… " and the only sound she made was a low moan around his cock as she pushed his thighs wider apart.
The panties and the dress didn't move with him. Their tightness made him all the more aware of them, and he bucked up into Mirka's mouth. She slid her mouth off and down to his balls, licking at them, at the fabric, as she jerked him off.
He thought maybe she came before him, from the series of soft cries against his skin and the tension in the deep curve of her back. Looking down, he saw her teeth were closed around the lace. He moaned and came, spurting white streaks over the front of the dress. Some of it flicked across onto his bare arm, and up onto his chest, where it was bared by the V of the dress. He moaned to see it. His feet skidded on the carpet as he dug his heels in.
They stayed like that a long time, the white streaks darkening the silk to black, and Mirka's head in his lap. He stroked her hair.
"You liked it," she said, finally, with a small smile against his thigh.
Roger thought about that. He had. He'd never expected to. He craned a look back over his shoulder at the mirror and caught a glimpse of his own mouth, still glossy and pink. "I look good, don't I?"
She laughed, a lot. "Yes, you really do."
Re: Girl pretty 2/2
Date: 2009-06-08 08:29 pm (UTC)Re: Girl pretty 2/2
Date: 2009-06-16 06:18 pm (UTC)Re: Girl pretty 2/2
Date: 2009-06-28 11:49 pm (UTC)