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.
One of Only Two (3/3)
Date: 2009-07-29 08:56 pm (UTC)The only sounds other than Roger's frantic ones were a distant shower's drip, the occasional locker's squeak-thump if one of their hips went too far back against it, and Andre's low appreciative noises as Roger twisted and bucked under his hands. Roger felt like a train was careening through his head, all roaring noise and flashing lights.
"And I'm gonna put my hand here …" Andre reached around, a light sheen of his chest's sweat melting on Roger's arm, and slipped his other hand in the back of Roger's underwear, palming and squeezing his ass, one finger stroked down its center, pumping in a counterrhythm to the hand on Roger's cock that made Roger want to jump straight up and hang from the ceiling, shouting -- "… with at least one thumb in that crazy dimple your muscles make -- you are fucking amazing, Roger, you don't know how beautiful you are, really -- help you get off the podium …" Andre twisted his wrist light and fast as he said get off, and Roger just gasped because he didn't have much breath left to do anything else.
He was panting now, biting back wilder noises. He rocked his hips crazily and pushed himself even faster through Andre's fist.
"And I'll be able to do that," Andre went on, "because I'm the first Grand Slam holder of the three-surface era, out of only two, giving you your trophy --" harder, faster, rougher -- "and nobody will be able to do anything to you ever again that you don’t let them do -- because you'll be the other one."
Roger felt the world tilt.
"And you'll think about this, and how far you've come."
Roger did come then. He spurted over Andre's hand, wetness searing the front of his whites.
Andre's chest rose and fell a little faster when Roger started to orgasm. He kept his hand firmly around Roger's cock as he arched and spilled and flowed and shuddered, watching Roger and his body react to what he was doing, never taking his eyes from him, smiling almost the whole time.
He took out a spotless handkerchief from somewhere and started to daub Roger's face as he finished, moving over the muscles on his chest, brushing Roger's nipples lightly, making him shiver through the aftershocks, soaking up light sweat from his ribs, and, after licking splashes of Roger's come from his own hand, he gently wiped the most visible moisture from between Roger's legs.
Handkerchief, Roger thought, with his first bare returns of full breath and conscious thought. Did he plan this??
Finished, Andre smiled. He straightened up, ran a hand through Roger's hair and kissed him once on each cheek, barely missing either side of his mouth.
"So now you have something to look forward to."
Roger touched a still slightly shaking hand briefly to his mouth, caught a faint lingering taste of himself.
Andre adjusted himself -- baggy shorts folding, somehow very fortunately, to hide his own erection, and a small damp spreading spot -- and backed away from Roger. "It's very cool to know what turns you on," he said softly. "I think I'm gonna go appreciate it in private." He didn't turn and walk out, just kept backing, eyes still caressing Roger's face.
"If there are more things you think you want to learn to … control …" Still so soft. "You should come see me if you want. I think I can find time for a private session or two … or thirty. Or three hundred."
He paused, hand on the door, Vegas fireworks show and gracious international champion nicely balanced, all in place. "Good luck with the tournament. I know how much they love you here in Asia."
Then he left.
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(Picture that, with prompt, inspired your story.
Re: One of Only Two (3/3)
Date: 2009-07-30 03:31 am (UTC)Re: One of Only Two (3/3)
Date: 2009-07-31 07:35 pm (UTC)When I saw the prompt I thought "Requester *must* have seen those pictures of them at RG."
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