[Original] Mary Poppins
author ephaistion85
Prompt: Bag for Criticombola Original +, F + F, "What?" for the festival P0rn FIFF: P
Ratings NC-17
I looked surprised. Not only is he said, but he really did: he had made in my room dressed as Mary Poppins.
Everything was born the night before when, taking her around because it was covering the odious film for the hundredth time, I had mentioned that I think Mary Poppins was the perfect cure for nymphomania.
I find that the magical nanny is the least attractive of the world.
She told me that I would find out about the spicy character and I had teased mercilessly.
's how I found her in front, covered by a long black coat, a red checkered scarf, black umbrella and the ever typical English stock from which the film comes out of everything.
I laughed wildly, his beautiful figure dressed in those awkward shoes.
"If I were you not laugh so much." Provoked me, beginning to take off his scarf and giving me one of her seductive looks.
"How about if we end up with this carnival and do something more constructive?" He gave me his back.
"From time to time." He muttered, taking off his coat.
I soon found out that the white blouse she wore was transparent and when he turned, coming toward me, I lost sight of her breasts that transpired, already excited.
He advanced towards me with her bag in her hand, forcing me to retreat until he stumbled and ended up lying on the bed.
rested his bag on the bed and opened it.
"Let's see what's in your bag of magic." She whispered, looking into my eyes. I approached her and started to kiss her, but she pushed me away, forcing me again with his back on the bed.
"Make good girl." Mysterious smile, taking off the black skirt. He pulled out
a pair of handcuffs rainbow and there was no need to tell me anything because the porgessi my wrists and handcuff me did. Only then stopped to give me a kiss while his hands already running to loosen your pants.
"Let's see what else we have in the magic bag." He pulled out a tube of lubricant and set it on the bed.
"This could really be helpful." I commented. He took even a bar of chocolate, a thick blue ribbon and a box.
"What do you do with that tape?" I asked, excited. At that moment he could get me anything.
"Let's say .. that will serve as a precaution." He said with sly. "When I'll use this. "He pulled a rabbit out of the bag pastel pink.
"What?" I asked worried and surprised. That object, and frankly I was horrified by the thought that he could use it in my private parts did not excite me that much.
"Yes, this. It is not nice? It 's a nice toy for a good girl. "Proclaimed with a persuasive voice.
"And if I did not want to be a good girl? And maybe I preferred .. I know, your fingers? "I suggested.
"A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down." He began to hum, then remove a few squares of chocolate bar. He put in his mouth and when he had a softened passed it on my abdomen.
"I like axes more as a program." Gasped, as she went down to wipe the tip of the tongue. Then with a flick put it in my mouth the other picture and I clenched his lips with tape.
"Now you will be more obedient." He opened the tube of lubricant with a slow death and then with two fingers, he applied a bit 'in between my legs, making me tremble and touching the point that drives me crazy.
began to move why not stop and cry, but she, with a hint of sweet sadism, withdrew his hand.
"How sweet is my bunny." He smiled, kissing the head of the vibrator, before turning without delay and put it inside me.
It was strange to have that thing inside me cold and soft, almost annoying at first, with all these strange findings. She continued to move back and forth, back and forth, rhythmically. I felt the excitement grow, my intimacy wet.
At one point he took out the mechanism and naively thought that I would have made love with her beautiful hands, as we were used to do. Thoughtfully covered my nakedness with a hot hand and the other pulled him back to the bag.
"Guess what's coming now." Trembled when he pulled out a huge round lollipop. Without further ado withdrew her hand and pushed with all its force the new bizarre vibrator inside me.
I wanted to scream so powerful and I took the sudden sensation of orgasm, but there was the tape to prevent. And the more I felt the object move, the more I wanted that she did not stop to handle it.
It took a while before I could not do more, and threw himself over me, kissing and melting the tape.
"You dare not say that Mary Poppins is not sexy?"
"Mary Poppins can do whenever you want." I replied, trying to catch the rhythm of breath and kissed again.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
White Lump In My Lip Piercing
[RPS historical] It was summer, it rained
Author: ephaistion85
Prompt: n.80 "It was summer, it rained for the Criticombola of Criticón; RPF Town, Robespierre / Saint-Just, the unattainable ideal for the 3rd Festival FIFF p0rn: P
Rating: NC -17
Word count: 666 (Criticón)
was summer, it rained. The water came down from heaven, crying, in the best tradition of French Messidoro.
Antoine Saint-Just could not complete the section of his endless work. It was not at all happy with the result, because what was supposed to be an organic utopia of the ideal republic, in the form of notes lay scattered among the pages of his notebook. That afternoon
continued to raise his head, watching the clouds rush of shadows covering the gardens of the Louvre, while the sun is already initiated into the sunset.
"What are you writing?" Maximilien Robespierre surprised him behind, entering the room as quiet as a cat and doing the jump on his young deputy chair.
shooting Antoine closed his notebook outside and covered him with his hands.
"Let me see." I invited the elder, looking into her face. From behind smoked glasses Antoine felt the sharp eye of Maxime and felt a stab of cold to invade the muscles of the back: it always did when Maxime looked at him that way.
not that sorry to Antoine, had a sort of mutual agreement: when they were each only trying to let go a little for his defense, as they were still capable.
"It's nothing major, citizen Robespierre. "Antoine took him around, making the book easily slip between the folds of the blue doublet.
"You were still thinking about your ideal republic?" Replied Maxime with polemical intent. Antoine shook his head.
"It's not my . The Republic is a common good. "He played Antoine in a stentorian voice.
"So therefore logic dictates that it is a little 'and saying our our " Maxime came and laid a cold hand on his shoulder, stroking her neck with each other, playing with tousled curls. "I mean mine and yours. Something that we can share in common. "Antoine grabbed his right hand to Maxime and carried on his chest, making it crept under the clothes.
"Just as I belong to you and you to me." Antoine got up and turned around. With a flick that Maximilien only allowed him, took off his glasses at the most senior citizen, letting his eyes too tired from work and yet extremely light flicker free.
Fiandrino he kissed the forehead and then on the temples, while the other unhooked his pants. Even Maxime with him managed to clear all the sweetness that once characterized him and had imprisoned in the dungeon of his heart when he entered politics.
"Wait." Antoine whispered, pulling back a few steps and leaning with his hands at the table. Probably already knew that the other would do him a bit 'wrong, he would vent on him the hatred accumulated over the last few days, but was ready to accept some minor pain for the man who, along with the virtues, was the reason for its very existence. And in the end was none other than the virtues embodied. The lawyer
firmly gripped the sides of his bare and muscular, devoting caress them some embarrassment, then taken as an urgency unstoppable, it penetrated hard. Antoine clenched his jaw and said nothing, waiting for that pain is transformed into pleasure. Moreover, as a good representative in the mission, had no fear of physical pain. The other growing
panting filled him with a subtle joy that slowly turned into pleasure, the rhythm of the thrusts of the other.
As always, Maximilien quickly pulled away by his friend, unable to show any affection. He wiped the better and tried to riaccomodarsi clothes. He could not look at Antoine in the aftermath of sex, he felt guilty about not sapergli show how the Their relationship was important to him. And yes, after what you really love her.
"Antoine .." let out, staring at a corner of the wall. The twenty-five, clothe, sought the lawyer with his eyes, smiling tenderly.
"You better go home, and Eleonora Henriette otherwise bother." He said, his voice strangely thin. He went to Maxime, putting a hand on his shoulder, saying nothing.
He knew that he dreamed that the relationship for both of them was also unattainable ideal, but lucid dreamer, he vowed to himself that he would not stop pursuing it even at the cost of their lives.
Outside, the sky continued to weep
Author: ephaistion85
Prompt: n.80 "It was summer, it rained for the Criticombola of Criticón; RPF Town, Robespierre / Saint-Just, the unattainable ideal for the 3rd Festival FIFF p0rn: P
Rating: NC -17
Word count: 666 (Criticón)
was summer, it rained. The water came down from heaven, crying, in the best tradition of French Messidoro.
Antoine Saint-Just could not complete the section of his endless work. It was not at all happy with the result, because what was supposed to be an organic utopia of the ideal republic, in the form of notes lay scattered among the pages of his notebook. That afternoon
continued to raise his head, watching the clouds rush of shadows covering the gardens of the Louvre, while the sun is already initiated into the sunset.
"What are you writing?" Maximilien Robespierre surprised him behind, entering the room as quiet as a cat and doing the jump on his young deputy chair.
shooting Antoine closed his notebook outside and covered him with his hands.
"Let me see." I invited the elder, looking into her face. From behind smoked glasses Antoine felt the sharp eye of Maxime and felt a stab of cold to invade the muscles of the back: it always did when Maxime looked at him that way.
not that sorry to Antoine, had a sort of mutual agreement: when they were each only trying to let go a little for his defense, as they were still capable.
"It's nothing major, citizen Robespierre. "Antoine took him around, making the book easily slip between the folds of the blue doublet.
"You were still thinking about your ideal republic?" Replied Maxime with polemical intent. Antoine shook his head.
"It's not my . The Republic is a common good. "He played Antoine in a stentorian voice.
"So therefore logic dictates that it is a little 'and saying our our " Maxime came and laid a cold hand on his shoulder, stroking her neck with each other, playing with tousled curls. "I mean mine and yours. Something that we can share in common. "Antoine grabbed his right hand to Maxime and carried on his chest, making it crept under the clothes.
"Just as I belong to you and you to me." Antoine got up and turned around. With a flick that Maximilien only allowed him, took off his glasses at the most senior citizen, letting his eyes too tired from work and yet extremely light flicker free.
Fiandrino he kissed the forehead and then on the temples, while the other unhooked his pants. Even Maxime with him managed to clear all the sweetness that once characterized him and had imprisoned in the dungeon of his heart when he entered politics.
"Wait." Antoine whispered, pulling back a few steps and leaning with his hands at the table. Probably already knew that the other would do him a bit 'wrong, he would vent on him the hatred accumulated over the last few days, but was ready to accept some minor pain for the man who, along with the virtues, was the reason for its very existence. And in the end was none other than the virtues embodied. The lawyer
firmly gripped the sides of his bare and muscular, devoting caress them some embarrassment, then taken as an urgency unstoppable, it penetrated hard. Antoine clenched his jaw and said nothing, waiting for that pain is transformed into pleasure. Moreover, as a good representative in the mission, had no fear of physical pain. The other growing
panting filled him with a subtle joy that slowly turned into pleasure, the rhythm of the thrusts of the other.
As always, Maximilien quickly pulled away by his friend, unable to show any affection. He wiped the better and tried to riaccomodarsi clothes. He could not look at Antoine in the aftermath of sex, he felt guilty about not sapergli show how the Their relationship was important to him. And yes, after what you really love her.
"Antoine .." let out, staring at a corner of the wall. The twenty-five, clothe, sought the lawyer with his eyes, smiling tenderly.
"You better go home, and Eleonora Henriette otherwise bother." He said, his voice strangely thin. He went to Maxime, putting a hand on his shoulder, saying nothing.
He knew that he dreamed that the relationship for both of them was also unattainable ideal, but lucid dreamer, he vowed to himself that he would not stop pursuing it even at the cost of their lives.
Outside, the sky continued to weep
Thursday, December 17, 2009
How Do You Clean Sanuks
[Original] heartwarming
word count: 500
The clock ticks on: one second, another one. The time still stays the same, a steady worker alone in a huge office.
And I wonder if every minute is self-conscious of his endless being.
I’m waiting for you to come home from the office, as every day after 6,00 pm.
This lasting condition of waiting makes me sick as I were empty and useless, wasting my time looking forward to kiss you and embrace you tight.
But then I see you again, giving a warm smile when I open the door.
You never kiss me on the frontdoor, as if you were worried to embarrass our neighbours, but they all know about us.
They know that we are a couple and you’re not the kind of person who is scared about the others’ opinion.
It’s a ritual of some sort, keep delaying the kiss until you come inside, take off your shoes and your coat. You stare at our house with childish eyes everytime.
I would wait for you all my life, if I would have to.
You turn this cold place home, you awoke me from my silent and sad sleep.
I can’t sit still, looking at the clock again.
You are late, outside the weather is cold and windy. I listen to the mute reverberation of the shy snow on the window.
You will be all wet when you will finally cross our backyard.
I mechanically turn on the heat, trying to make our place cozier. I will dry your clothes, putting them on the heater.
Where are you now? What street is now welcoming your steps?
I force myself out of this sleepless rest, I go to the kitchen, staring at the open fridge.
What can I make for you tonight? What would you like?
It’s ridiculous, but I miss you. I am not bored by our daily routine, I feel so complete because of you and of our never-ending love. Can you guess how it’s fulfilling and heart-warming the thought that –no matter what- you will always return here, to me?
I’m not taking our relationship for granted because I know that Life is a cruel child and the Future’s her playground, but we can always slap her in the face if she becomes stubborn, as long as I’m sure that you want to come back to me.
I put some water in the boiler and choose your favourite herbal tea, I love to see how you’re frozen hands turn to red holding the white mug.
I dearly remember the first time we went shopping for our house, spending countless hours choosing dishes and service matching our mood. Do you recall how the young shop assistant looks astonished, but say nothing?
And then we went to that little café and you kept my hand in yours, holding it lightly.
I can feel you coming from far away, searching for the key. You will soon loose your patience and ring the bell and I will open.
word count: 500
The clock ticks on: one second, another one. The time still stays the same, a steady worker alone in a huge office.
And I wonder if every minute is self-conscious of his endless being.
I’m waiting for you to come home from the office, as every day after 6,00 pm.
This lasting condition of waiting makes me sick as I were empty and useless, wasting my time looking forward to kiss you and embrace you tight.
But then I see you again, giving a warm smile when I open the door.
You never kiss me on the frontdoor, as if you were worried to embarrass our neighbours, but they all know about us.
They know that we are a couple and you’re not the kind of person who is scared about the others’ opinion.
It’s a ritual of some sort, keep delaying the kiss until you come inside, take off your shoes and your coat. You stare at our house with childish eyes everytime.
I would wait for you all my life, if I would have to.
You turn this cold place home, you awoke me from my silent and sad sleep.
I can’t sit still, looking at the clock again.
You are late, outside the weather is cold and windy. I listen to the mute reverberation of the shy snow on the window.
You will be all wet when you will finally cross our backyard.
I mechanically turn on the heat, trying to make our place cozier. I will dry your clothes, putting them on the heater.
Where are you now? What street is now welcoming your steps?
I force myself out of this sleepless rest, I go to the kitchen, staring at the open fridge.
What can I make for you tonight? What would you like?
It’s ridiculous, but I miss you. I am not bored by our daily routine, I feel so complete because of you and of our never-ending love. Can you guess how it’s fulfilling and heart-warming the thought that –no matter what- you will always return here, to me?
I’m not taking our relationship for granted because I know that Life is a cruel child and the Future’s her playground, but we can always slap her in the face if she becomes stubborn, as long as I’m sure that you want to come back to me.
I put some water in the boiler and choose your favourite herbal tea, I love to see how you’re frozen hands turn to red holding the white mug.
I dearly remember the first time we went shopping for our house, spending countless hours choosing dishes and service matching our mood. Do you recall how the young shop assistant looks astonished, but say nothing?
And then we went to that little café and you kept my hand in yours, holding it lightly.
I can feel you coming from far away, searching for the key. You will soon loose your patience and ring the bell and I will open.
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