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obliviousally_ljYeah, so, I'm not as cranky anymore, thanks to Bunchies. <3 That thing makes me laugh so damn hard,
Anyhow, I'm bored and it's late, right? I'm also partially horny and partially lonely. Partially, which means I'm too lazy to do anything about it. So, what do I do? I write PR0N to get it out of my system.
My main goal for this, though? To make it not sound like the typical porn that's out there. I don't like using stupid metaphors and shit for sex. It makes me laugh when I write it and I can't take it seriously. Therefore, I have to find other ways of potraying the act. Hopefully I succeeded, but I could care less either way, becuase I'm just writing to write and not looking for critisism or critques. :P
I also could have put more detail into things. I may go back and tweak with it, cause my brain's not working to full capacity tonight. Ah well.
It's a Phoenix/Kyle story, BTW.
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This isn't right, she thought, I told myself I wouldn't be here again...
But here she was, in Kyle's bed, almost pinned against the headboard. Her shirt on the floor, he bra nowhere to be seen, his hand down her pants. And, while she certianly didn't mind the attention, or the usage of his nimble fingers, she knew she shouldn't be doing this. Unfortunately, lust was clouding her thoughts and the rational half of her mind was quickly put in a submissive position and told to shut the fuck up.
"Kyle, I..." The rational half managed to push past a bit, trying to take control of the situation. The half dominated by lust, however, would not let her go about removing his hand from her pants. It was a difficult compromise. "I shouldn't be doing this..." She said in a half-whisper, trying to convince herself that she should go, despite her loving every moment of it.
Kyle didn't miss a beat, even as she spoke. "Are you trying to convince me or you, Phoenix?" He said between licking at her neck. Phoenix closed her eyes, he was using that dominant voice. The smug, I'm-In-Control voice. He knew she wasn't going to leave because she couldn't say no to him. And she knew it too. The fact that she was torn over it only made things more exciting, more forbidden. Like fucking in your bedroom when your parents are home. You know you shouldn't do it, but you do it anyhow.
She sighed to herself a bit, torn between her rational side and her lust-filled side. Eventually, she said fuck it all and gave in. It's not like her defensive tatics would have lasted very long, the lust half had a bigger arsenal at hand than the rational half.
And it's not like he was helping the situation, either. He knew where to plae every touch so it made her tense up and gasp. He knew every curve of her body and made sure to use this knowledge to his full advantage. He knew when to stop and he knew when to go, and every sensation took Phoenix farther and farther away from and sense of rationalism. Everything he did felt so overwhelmingly good. And god, his smell. She couldn't liken it to anything else in the world, but it overpowered her senses and definately got her hormones going. Maybe it was phermones, maybe it was because she couldn't resist anything about him. She wasn't sure.
Kyle seemed to be getting irritated with the fact her pants had little to no room in them. He set about changing his current actions while he removed her jeans. His mouth trailed down to her breasts, taking his time on each because he knew she loved it. The reaction he recieved, arched back, gasps, proved him to be right. And, all through this, she even managed to assist in getting the troublesome jeans off, as well as the underwear. They were both quickly cast aside onto the floor.
His fingers continued their task, each movement precise and made to make her shudder. One of the many things Phoenix was always thankful for with him was his ability to multitask so damn well. Never fumbled, never screwed up the rythym and the timing. He paid careful attention to her piercing, as well. Never too rouge with it, but just enough to get a good reaction.
Phoenix loved when he had control over her like this. She wasn't very submissive, more defiant, actually. But she had no problem with him being dominant, none at all. Once he decided he'd given enough attention to her chest, he continued the inevitable path south. Each kiss gave her chills and once he reached his destination she let out another, breathy gasp as his tounge made contact with the flesh.
He was so. Fucking. Good at that, too. Even if he did love to tease her and hear her whimper and beg for more. And she did it in such a sexy voice, that he couldn't resist answering her pleas. He stayed on his task for at least 15-20 minutes, making sure to tease her mercifully. Eventually, he ceased being a tease and let her get off.
Between panting and shaking a bit, Phoenix leaned forward as Kyle raised his head from between her legs. "You're a tease, you know that?" She whispered to him before licking at his ear. This caused him to jerk away from her a bit, a reflex from her constantly being a tease. She grinned, showing a bit of fang before going for the ear again, this time succeding in keeping him near. Never let it be said that she didn't have a few tricks up her sleve. As she paid attention to his ear, a hand trailed down his chest, pausing to play with his nipple piercing before continuing on its way. It didn't take long to reach his boxers, and even less time to notice he was already far beyond worked up. considering the current state in his pants, she was suprised he could speak coherantly. But he did always have an insane amount of self control for a male of his species.
She paused a moment, not that he noticed it. He was already beginning to whimper from the ear lickings. She debated a moment on wether or not to actually put her hand in his pants or not. He was wearing silk boxers, and they would more than likely feel fantastic on him, at least for the moment. She decided on that then, at least, until he got frustrated with her and wound up tearing the boxers off. But all in good time. His reaction from her first touch meant that she had picked the right option. She loved hearing him gasp and whimper, even if the control would only be temporary.
Eventually, though, he'd had enough of her teasing. In an instant, almost, his boxers were off and she was pinned down underneath him. A look of shock on her face from how fast everything happened made him smirk at her. He decided to play the eye-for-an-eye game and set to nibbling on her ears. The tables turned so quickly she didn't have time to react.
From there, things went in the obvious direction. Her legs wrapped around him, claws in his back, every thrust he made was accompanied with an equally lust-filled noise from her. The sex itself didn't last long, as they were both far past ready for it, but god damn, if it wasn't good. They somehow they timed every movement to make it feel a thousand times better than it normally did. They were so in tune with each other, though, that it wasn't suprising.
Afterwards, they lay tangled in one another, covered in sweat and panting slightly. Basking in the afterglow. She almost said 'i love you', which she was so accustomed to saying after sex before they broke up. She managed to not say it and prevent making a fool of herself, though. Instead she curled up closer to Kyle, taking in as much as she could, because she never knew if this was really going to be the last time. He returned the cuddling by wrapping an arm around her. She wanted to say something, anything, but she didn't want to ruin what was so perfect right now. She didn't want to get up an leave, feeling like just another fuck. So she closed her eyes, slowly falling asleep.
She'd leave in the moring, and so would begin another vow of Kyle sobriety that wouldn't last for long.
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And yes, TJ, I'm still working on the Dom/Nitro story. I want it to be more explicit (kinda) than this little one, so I'm trying to find a way to write it as such and not make it sounf horribly sleazy and make me laugh while I'm writing it. o_o
Anyhow, I'm bored and it's late, right? I'm also partially horny and partially lonely. Partially, which means I'm too lazy to do anything about it. So, what do I do? I write PR0N to get it out of my system.
My main goal for this, though? To make it not sound like the typical porn that's out there. I don't like using stupid metaphors and shit for sex. It makes me laugh when I write it and I can't take it seriously. Therefore, I have to find other ways of potraying the act. Hopefully I succeeded, but I could care less either way, becuase I'm just writing to write and not looking for critisism or critques. :P
I also could have put more detail into things. I may go back and tweak with it, cause my brain's not working to full capacity tonight. Ah well.
It's a Phoenix/Kyle story, BTW.
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This isn't right, she thought, I told myself I wouldn't be here again...
But here she was, in Kyle's bed, almost pinned against the headboard. Her shirt on the floor, he bra nowhere to be seen, his hand down her pants. And, while she certianly didn't mind the attention, or the usage of his nimble fingers, she knew she shouldn't be doing this. Unfortunately, lust was clouding her thoughts and the rational half of her mind was quickly put in a submissive position and told to shut the fuck up.
"Kyle, I..." The rational half managed to push past a bit, trying to take control of the situation. The half dominated by lust, however, would not let her go about removing his hand from her pants. It was a difficult compromise. "I shouldn't be doing this..." She said in a half-whisper, trying to convince herself that she should go, despite her loving every moment of it.
Kyle didn't miss a beat, even as she spoke. "Are you trying to convince me or you, Phoenix?" He said between licking at her neck. Phoenix closed her eyes, he was using that dominant voice. The smug, I'm-In-Control voice. He knew she wasn't going to leave because she couldn't say no to him. And she knew it too. The fact that she was torn over it only made things more exciting, more forbidden. Like fucking in your bedroom when your parents are home. You know you shouldn't do it, but you do it anyhow.
She sighed to herself a bit, torn between her rational side and her lust-filled side. Eventually, she said fuck it all and gave in. It's not like her defensive tatics would have lasted very long, the lust half had a bigger arsenal at hand than the rational half.
And it's not like he was helping the situation, either. He knew where to plae every touch so it made her tense up and gasp. He knew every curve of her body and made sure to use this knowledge to his full advantage. He knew when to stop and he knew when to go, and every sensation took Phoenix farther and farther away from and sense of rationalism. Everything he did felt so overwhelmingly good. And god, his smell. She couldn't liken it to anything else in the world, but it overpowered her senses and definately got her hormones going. Maybe it was phermones, maybe it was because she couldn't resist anything about him. She wasn't sure.
Kyle seemed to be getting irritated with the fact her pants had little to no room in them. He set about changing his current actions while he removed her jeans. His mouth trailed down to her breasts, taking his time on each because he knew she loved it. The reaction he recieved, arched back, gasps, proved him to be right. And, all through this, she even managed to assist in getting the troublesome jeans off, as well as the underwear. They were both quickly cast aside onto the floor.
His fingers continued their task, each movement precise and made to make her shudder. One of the many things Phoenix was always thankful for with him was his ability to multitask so damn well. Never fumbled, never screwed up the rythym and the timing. He paid careful attention to her piercing, as well. Never too rouge with it, but just enough to get a good reaction.
Phoenix loved when he had control over her like this. She wasn't very submissive, more defiant, actually. But she had no problem with him being dominant, none at all. Once he decided he'd given enough attention to her chest, he continued the inevitable path south. Each kiss gave her chills and once he reached his destination she let out another, breathy gasp as his tounge made contact with the flesh.
He was so. Fucking. Good at that, too. Even if he did love to tease her and hear her whimper and beg for more. And she did it in such a sexy voice, that he couldn't resist answering her pleas. He stayed on his task for at least 15-20 minutes, making sure to tease her mercifully. Eventually, he ceased being a tease and let her get off.
Between panting and shaking a bit, Phoenix leaned forward as Kyle raised his head from between her legs. "You're a tease, you know that?" She whispered to him before licking at his ear. This caused him to jerk away from her a bit, a reflex from her constantly being a tease. She grinned, showing a bit of fang before going for the ear again, this time succeding in keeping him near. Never let it be said that she didn't have a few tricks up her sleve. As she paid attention to his ear, a hand trailed down his chest, pausing to play with his nipple piercing before continuing on its way. It didn't take long to reach his boxers, and even less time to notice he was already far beyond worked up. considering the current state in his pants, she was suprised he could speak coherantly. But he did always have an insane amount of self control for a male of his species.
She paused a moment, not that he noticed it. He was already beginning to whimper from the ear lickings. She debated a moment on wether or not to actually put her hand in his pants or not. He was wearing silk boxers, and they would more than likely feel fantastic on him, at least for the moment. She decided on that then, at least, until he got frustrated with her and wound up tearing the boxers off. But all in good time. His reaction from her first touch meant that she had picked the right option. She loved hearing him gasp and whimper, even if the control would only be temporary.
Eventually, though, he'd had enough of her teasing. In an instant, almost, his boxers were off and she was pinned down underneath him. A look of shock on her face from how fast everything happened made him smirk at her. He decided to play the eye-for-an-eye game and set to nibbling on her ears. The tables turned so quickly she didn't have time to react.
From there, things went in the obvious direction. Her legs wrapped around him, claws in his back, every thrust he made was accompanied with an equally lust-filled noise from her. The sex itself didn't last long, as they were both far past ready for it, but god damn, if it wasn't good. They somehow they timed every movement to make it feel a thousand times better than it normally did. They were so in tune with each other, though, that it wasn't suprising.
Afterwards, they lay tangled in one another, covered in sweat and panting slightly. Basking in the afterglow. She almost said 'i love you', which she was so accustomed to saying after sex before they broke up. She managed to not say it and prevent making a fool of herself, though. Instead she curled up closer to Kyle, taking in as much as she could, because she never knew if this was really going to be the last time. He returned the cuddling by wrapping an arm around her. She wanted to say something, anything, but she didn't want to ruin what was so perfect right now. She didn't want to get up an leave, feeling like just another fuck. So she closed her eyes, slowly falling asleep.
She'd leave in the moring, and so would begin another vow of Kyle sobriety that wouldn't last for long.
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And yes, TJ, I'm still working on the Dom/Nitro story. I want it to be more explicit (kinda) than this little one, so I'm trying to find a way to write it as such and not make it sounf horribly sleazy and make me laugh while I'm writing it. o_o
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