Kate disengages, earning a long, drawn-out moan from the blonde as she pulls her cock out of Steph’s abused cunt. A whirlwind of bewildering moments later and their positions are changed. Kate’s lounging on the couch, nude, legs spread, cock jutting out proudly. Steph’s straddled in her lap, thighs carefully on either side of Kate’s, though they aren’t fucking right now.
Steph’s head clears a little. She gazes into Kate’s vacant eyes. She wants to kiss her again. Not like earlier. She wants to kiss away the pain the older woman tries to hide. Wants to tell her that it’s not her fault. They couldn’t have stopped this. Any more than they could stop the sun from rising, or the tide from flowing. It doesn’t help Steph to know this. Neither do Kate’s idle fingers gently caressing back-and-forth along her thighs. Steph leans forward, closing her eyes…
A guilt-ridden stab pierces her longing heart. She startles, pausing half-way, glancing at Kate, who has her eyes closed and is waiting, lips half-parted. Steph’s heart clenches. In a perfect life, she could just continue her trajectory. But this isn’t that life. Those lips don’t belong to her. Steph aims low, catching a bit of flesh between her teeth at Kate’s collar and worrying it until there’s a clear mark marring the otherwise perfect skin. A wound, to remind her when Steph’s not around.
Kate’s moan vibrates against her lips, her nipples harden against the questing massage of Steph’s hands. A strong hand fists in Steph’s hair again, and she’s pulled away from the deep purple hickey she’s caused. Kate eyes her sidelong, her gaze holding the same desperate emptiness as always, trembling on the verge of wanting so much more. So much more that they both know they can’t have.
“Quit fucking around,” she says, indicating the erect silicone cock between them with a flick of her eyes. “Make yourself useful,”
Steph dismounts from her straddle of Kate’s thighs, and settles on the floor, kneeling in front of the redhead’s obscenely wide legs. She hovers, lips within a breath’s space over the tip of the psuedocock, and throws her eyes to Kate, where she sees the need and the silent plea in eyes of deep forest gazing back at her.
Steph keeps eye contact as she descends, taking the head into her mouth, she grasps the base with one hand and presses it into Kate, grinding the synthetic material against her clit, earning a vicious hiss from the older woman’s tightly grit teeth. “Shit,” Kate groans, bucking her hips to match the friction Steph provides along with the heated visual she‘s staring down at as Steph‘s blonde head glides up and down, and back up.
The string of curses spilling from Kate’s lips burn with their sweet tone in Steph’s ears. She smiles inwardly. She’d have never thought Kate for a moaner. The older woman’s voice takes on a gentle timbre and soon she’s whispering sweet endearments, and groaning out the occasional sexually-charged expletive. Steph knows she’s close. She buries three of her fingers deep into Kate’s slick entrance. The older woman responds sharply, bucking fervently to meet her. Steph quickens her pace, adding a fourth finger, now slamming her entire fist into her, Kate’s soft moan as she comes undone, nothing more than a gentle whimper.
Re: Wounds (4/4)batmasterJune 8 2012, 03:06:09 UTC
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The tears that won’t fall are somehow worse than the pain spiking her broken ribs, searing her surgically-salvaged gut. She hears Kate, and the other, a voice she’s heard before. It’s someone she knows. The passionate screams have stopped, but that’s why this hurts, so much more. Low voices whispering on morning’s first dew. She can’t make out what they’re saying. Though it’s irrelevant. It’s their tone that cements the truth.
It’s the way Kate can’t bring herself to enter the room fully. The long moments she lingers in the doorway. The guilty tears she cries. The feather-light ghosting trail of Kate’s fingers along Renee’s cheek. Like she’s something treasured. Like…, she’s still loved.
That’s what makes it all worse. Renee can’t be angry. She knows how it must have hurt Kate to think of losing her. How long has it been since she took the bullet for Kate? She doesn’t know. Can’t bring her eyes to open.
More than betrayal, for Stephanie, she feels…sympathy.. Somewhere, in her lover’s heart, Kate is still hers. It’s likely that what they share now, began with Renee’s injury. Steph coming over to comfort Kate, and help her nurse Renee back to health. As much as she’s a smartass, and a carefree soul, Renee knows she’s not the type of girl who goes around throwing herself at anything that can walk.
She doesn’t know what to say to either of them. So, until she can think of a way to mend all hearts involved, her eyes remain closed.
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Wounds are interesting things. They bring pain, but also a sick, sadistic kind of pleasure. Like the kind that keeps you coming back to a place you know you shouldn’t. To be with a woman you know doesn’t belong to you. A woman you know you can’t have. Because with every passing day, Renee recovers. One day, she won’t be in that coma.
One day, the key you’re staring down at won’t fit in the lock you’re turning once more. The woman behind that door won’t have a smile on her face. A smile you’ve never seen her wear for Renee. A smile that’s only yours. Despite the guilt, and the hurt, and the shame… all you can do is pray. Pray that day doesn’t come today.
Well you should definitely do plotty more often! Not that your smut isn't as equally impressive but when you've got your plot brewing you just expand the fill into something sublime.
Nope, I'm serious. I mean I knew you were good but what you've shown with Wounds is quite the improvement. Or maybe I wasn't paying enough attention to the overall style in your older stories.
Did you enjoy the other fills I did for you a couple days ago?
Re: Wounds (4/4)batmasterJune 8 2012, 04:01:30 UTC
thanks! I dunno, the scene just jumped out at me from the prompts. then later, the plot insisted itself in there, and that was that. glad you liked it!
Steph’s head clears a little. She gazes into Kate’s vacant eyes. She wants to kiss her again. Not like earlier. She wants to kiss away the pain the older woman tries to hide. Wants to tell her that it’s not her fault. They couldn’t have stopped this. Any more than they could stop the sun from rising, or the tide from flowing. It doesn’t help Steph to know this. Neither do Kate’s idle fingers gently caressing back-and-forth along her thighs. Steph leans forward, closing her eyes…
A guilt-ridden stab pierces her longing heart. She startles, pausing half-way, glancing at Kate, who has her eyes closed and is waiting, lips half-parted. Steph’s heart clenches. In a perfect life, she could just continue her trajectory. But this isn’t that life. Those lips don’t belong to her. Steph aims low, catching a bit of flesh between her teeth at Kate’s collar and worrying it until there’s a clear mark marring the otherwise perfect skin. A wound, to remind her when Steph’s not around.
Kate’s moan vibrates against her lips, her nipples harden against the questing massage of Steph’s hands. A strong hand fists in Steph’s hair again, and she’s pulled away from the deep purple hickey she’s caused. Kate eyes her sidelong, her gaze holding the same desperate emptiness as always, trembling on the verge of wanting so much more. So much more that they both know they can’t have.
“Quit fucking around,” she says, indicating the erect silicone cock between them with a flick of her eyes. “Make yourself useful,”
Steph dismounts from her straddle of Kate’s thighs, and settles on the floor, kneeling in front of the redhead’s obscenely wide legs. She hovers, lips within a breath’s space over the tip of the psuedocock, and throws her eyes to Kate, where she sees the need and the silent plea in eyes of deep forest gazing back at her.
Steph keeps eye contact as she descends, taking the head into her mouth, she grasps the base with one hand and presses it into Kate, grinding the synthetic material against her clit, earning a vicious hiss from the older woman’s tightly grit teeth. “Shit,” Kate groans, bucking her hips to match the friction Steph provides along with the heated visual she‘s staring down at as Steph‘s blonde head glides up and down, and back up.
The string of curses spilling from Kate’s lips burn with their sweet tone in Steph’s ears. She smiles inwardly. She’d have never thought Kate for a moaner. The older woman’s voice takes on a gentle timbre and soon she’s whispering sweet endearments, and groaning out the occasional sexually-charged expletive. Steph knows she’s close. She buries three of her fingers deep into Kate’s slick entrance. The older woman responds sharply, bucking fervently to meet her. Steph quickens her pace, adding a fourth finger, now slamming her entire fist into her, Kate’s soft moan as she comes undone, nothing more than a gentle whimper.
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The tears that won’t fall are somehow worse than the pain spiking her broken ribs, searing her surgically-salvaged gut. She hears Kate, and the other, a voice she’s heard before. It’s someone she knows. The passionate screams have stopped, but that’s why this hurts, so much more. Low voices whispering on morning’s first dew. She can’t make out what they’re saying. Though it’s irrelevant. It’s their tone that cements the truth.
It’s the way Kate can’t bring herself to enter the room fully. The long moments she lingers in the doorway. The guilty tears she cries. The feather-light ghosting trail of Kate’s fingers along Renee’s cheek. Like she’s something treasured. Like…, she’s still loved.
That’s what makes it all worse. Renee can’t be angry. She knows how it must have hurt Kate to think of losing her. How long has it been since she took the bullet for Kate? She doesn’t know. Can’t bring her eyes to open.
More than betrayal, for Stephanie, she feels…sympathy.. Somewhere, in her lover’s heart, Kate is still hers. It’s likely that what they share now, began with Renee’s injury. Steph coming over to comfort Kate, and help her nurse Renee back to health. As much as she’s a smartass, and a carefree soul, Renee knows she’s not the type of girl who goes around throwing herself at anything that can walk.
She doesn’t know what to say to either of them. So, until she can think of a way to mend all hearts involved, her eyes remain closed.
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Wounds are interesting things. They bring pain, but also a sick, sadistic kind of pleasure. Like the kind that keeps you coming back to a place you know you shouldn’t. To be with a woman you know doesn’t belong to you. A woman you know you can’t have. Because with every passing day, Renee recovers. One day, she won’t be in that coma.
One day, the key you’re staring down at won’t fit in the lock you’re turning once more. The woman behind that door won’t have a smile on her face. A smile you’ve never seen her wear for Renee. A smile that’s only yours. Despite the guilt, and the hurt, and the shame… all you can do is pray. Pray that day doesn’t come today.
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Bat...just...I can't...you are definitely a master at writing.
I could go on and on about how amazing this is but I'll end it with another movie quote.
We're not worthy!
We're not worthy!
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I must write more requests of yours.
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now I just think you're trying to flatter me. are you trying to get on my good side? j/k, ;)
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Did you enjoy the other fills I did for you a couple days ago?
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