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.
Impression 1/1
Date: 2009-06-09 01:01 am (UTC)"Just a few minutes alone," he said, and they all nodded and smiled and filed out. He wiped his eyes and blew his nose and sat down heavily. His hands were shaking a bit. He could still feel the metal curve of the cup, warmed by his own body heat. He pulled his bag close, looked around properly for the first time, and realized--they'd left it. The cup. It sat two feet away on the bench, silver and gleaming.
They weren't meant to do that, he knew. The major trophies never left their handler's sight. But, Roger thought as he reached out for it, he was special. This was a special day. Today, this was his.
He sat it in his lap and ran his fingers over the feather pattern, over the swans where their necks curved back in to meet the body of the cup. He looked toward the door and moved so there was a bank of wooden lockers between it and him. He hugged the cup tight to his chest and rested his forehead on the rim, pressed, until its ridges and sharp edges made their mark on his skin.
The burnished bowl of it reflected his own face back at him, but that wouldn't stay. He made no real impression on it. Not like it had on him. It was funny what a piece of metal could mean. A gold ring, a silver cup.
He pressed his lips to it once more and somehow stayed there, breath fogging the surface, lips just parted. His tongue brushed it as he licked them. He caught the taste of it and, curious, pushed his tongue flat against it. It was tangy and bitter, probably silver polish, which surely couldn't be good for him. He didn't care. He licked at it, tongue curling around the handle, cock hardening in his shorts.
This was--he sought for a word to catalogue this feeling and file it away, dismissed weird and strange as inadequate, settled finally on necessary. Yes.
He opened his shorts and got his cock out, stroked it until it was fully hard in his hand. He opened his legs and let the cup sit between them, low, pressing against both thighs, just at the right height. His breath hitched when he pushed the head of his cock against cool metal. He bit his lip hard and rubbed, trapped his length between palm and silver, watched the reflection of it, wondered if he was the only one who ever-- Probably. Probably he was the only one. Unique. And if you watched movies at all these days, you knew that these things, blood and semen and saliva, were persistent.
He worked his cock quickly, mindless and hard and intent, pushing everything else away, not even thinking of the goal. And then, as always, it was there, within his grasp. His cock jerked, and spots of white spattered across the trophy, over the bench and down onto the floor.
Now his breath shook as well as his hands. In a minute, he'd wipe it off. It would look pristine again, but some trace of him would remain, invisible, buried in silver feathers.
Re: Impression 1/1
Date: 2009-06-09 01:06 am (UTC)Re: Impression 1/1
Date: 2009-06-10 04:55 am (UTC)Re: Impression 1/1
Date: 2009-06-16 08:31 pm (UTC)Whoever wrote this = brilliant, and a kickass writer, too.
Re: Impression 1/1
Date: 2009-06-28 05:54 pm (UTC)