Re: Torchwood: Jack, Ianto, OFCmarita_cApril 11 2009, 14:06:10 UTC
Continued...
He leans into it, comforted by the touch despite the occasional twinge of pain whenever she brushes over a particularly sensitive, raw patch of skin.
She pulls the plug out slowly, and he barely has time to take a breath before the large dildo is pressed into him. It feels huge, burning and stretching as it breaches him, and he hisses and clamps down. Almost immediately, her hand is in his hair, yanking his head back painfully and making tears spring into his eyes.
“Don’t fight me, boy,” she hisses in his ear
( ... )
Re: Torchwood: Toshiko, OwenoneloveonelightApril 11 2009, 14:33:22 UTC
I love how you get into Tosh's mind, I don't get to read much Tosh fic and this was great. That visual of his thick red cock and her rubbing her clit against the chair... aaaahh. Very well done! I've always wanted to catch someone in that act, personally!
Re: Torchwood: Toshiko, OwenwiredblowfishApril 11 2009, 14:45:48 UTC
"I've always wanted to catch someone in that act, personally!"--Wouldn't that be fun:) But it would have to be the right person. Not the creep my mom's dating or someone like that;)
I love Tosh. She got the shaft *figuratively* way too many times in the love dept;)
Torchwood: Jack/John Part 1oneloveonelightApril 11 2009, 14:16:36 UTC
“Where are you going, O captain, my captain?”said John. He laughed dryly as he sat back on the Hub's worn tweed couch in a sprawl that was uniquely Captain John Hart’s. His head fell back, cocked slightly to the right, eyes forward. Shoulders sunken deep into the cushion, his left arm rested on his left leg, which lay limp, yet held open... inviting. His body was a languid heap except for his right foot, solidly planted on the cold, damp concrete. And his right arm was up on the wooden arm of the couch, bent at the elbow. Just so he could have a hand free to signal his thoughts. He loved to gesture. Rudely. And lewdly. Whatever the moment called for. John was a man who rolled with the punches.
“Why?” Jack held his hands firmly at his hips, defensive.
“Because...” John positioned his right hand in the shape of a gun and shot him the rest of the line, “...you. Are not going anywhere. What do you have planned besides giving the help a reach-around?” He smirked
( ... )
Torchwood: Jack/John Part 2oneloveonelightApril 11 2009, 14:17:34 UTC
The two lovers go back to their tongue battle, nipples rubbing the other’s, hands grabbing each other’s ass, pushing each other up and down in search of a perfect dance of friction, their cocks in a virtual sword fight, sparring each other, poking each other, looking for completeness and dominance. Jack licks John’s neck and bites savagely. He whispers in John’s ear
( ... )
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto - Part Twoblue_fjordsApril 11 2009, 14:44:28 UTC
“And the other responded, ‘I have been searching for you.’” Two men ran through the fountain, skirting close to the invisible lift, and when they caught each other, their laughter echoed across the Plass; one like wind chimes outside his auntie’s house when Ianto was small, one like the quick thwak-thwak of Jack’s braces and belt hitting Ianto’s floor now that he was not
( ... )
Re: Torchwood-Jack/Gwen Part 2karaokegalApril 11 2009, 16:14:52 UTC
Hell, the whole theater was probably jealous. People were standing up, risking fistfights to see Gwen lowering her head on the man’s cock. Jack’s own trousers felt impossibly tight and he was putting off opening them until just the right moment, relishing the temporary constriction, at the sight of his Gwen, sucking a stranger’s cock in a dirty movie house.
Those lips, those beautiful red lips. And her pussy, naked under the skirt, wet and getting wetter as she got the man off, made him moan and squirm in his seat, earning the cheers of the crowd, as she kittenishly licked the dribble of come away from the corner of her mouth.
And now to show them just how much his she was
( ... )
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He leans into it, comforted by the touch despite the occasional twinge of pain whenever she brushes over a particularly sensitive, raw patch of skin.
She pulls the plug out slowly, and he barely has time to take a breath before the large dildo is pressed into him. It feels huge, burning and stretching as it breaches him, and he hisses and clamps down. Almost immediately, her hand is in his hair, yanking his head back painfully and making tears spring into his eyes.
“Don’t fight me, boy,” she hisses in his ear ( ... )
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I love Tosh. She got the shaft *figuratively* way too many times in the love dept;)
Thanks for the nice comment:)
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She closes her eyes but sees: Owen over her, ...
...paints the wetness over her clit.
Her eyes close: words become pictures.
Verrry nice! And Tosh's voice is spot on. Thanks, hon!!
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“Why?” Jack held his hands firmly at his hips, defensive.
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Those lips, those beautiful red lips. And her pussy, naked under the skirt, wet and getting wetter as she got the man off, made him moan and squirm in his seat, earning the cheers of the crowd, as she kittenishly licked the dribble of come away from the corner of her mouth.
And now to show them just how much his she was ( ... )
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