Re: Eleven/Amy female ejaculation pt3
anonymous
May 22 2010, 03:13:15 UTC
She raised one hand, peering back down at him, and gave him a small, confused frown. He sprang up, shrugged off his jacket, rubbed his hands together, and bounced onto his knees on the end of the bed. Resting his hands on her upraised knees, and beaming a wide grin he announced, "I could... join in." And a little more seriously, "If you want me to."
Amy found herself momentarily confused. The Doctor was sort of her oldest friend, the one person she could trust, but when it came to anything like this, he was definitely a creature of her imagination. And she was supposed to be marrying Rory. But then again, who knew what the future held? And one thing it could definitely hold was something more concrete to build her imaginings on. Realising she'd already made the decision, in some ways, by dragging him into this, she smiled up at him in return. "Yeah. All right, but don't break anything down there, okay?"
"No, no, I assure you, this'll be fine, perhaps a little unanticipated, but really, fine, it's all perfectly normal, perfectly..." He tailed off as he moved her knees apart. Looking down from under his flopping fringe, he paused for a moment as if he'd only just realised himself what he was about to do, but the small, mysterious smile on his face suggested he thought it was good idea anyway. Dropping down to lie on the bottom half of the bed, he studied her sex for a while, teasing hair aside with his long, blunt fingers. She felt the gentle tug of it on the outside and the answering flutters of arousal on the inside, craning her neck up to see him there and wishing she'd got more undressed than she had. Without looking up at her face, he licked one finger and slowly slid it inside her. Feeling around gently, just flexing and nudging, and then he looked up at her, looking for her reactions, intent on exercising his skill, still with that mysterious smile.
Looking down again, he touched his tongue to her clit, holding it still, the pressure and warmth and wet being enough to make her gasp all by itself. His finger inside her was still moving, just a little bit, putting pressure on that part at the front that had felt odd when she did it but felt very right now. The combination of the pressures, inside and out, was like the completion of a circuit, powering a warm glow that was already building up to a delicious heat. He began to move his tongue, too, lapping gently at her clit, watching her face again, watching her flush, hearing her breathing change. She was getting so wet inside that he paused for a moment and slid in another finger.
As he pressed up again more firmly, she gasped again and looked down at him, wild-eyed with the unfamiliar sensations. As well as being so wet inside, it felt like there was something else, a pressure of her own building, like a gathering mass. He smiled reassurance at her and went back to licking her clit, completing the circuit again and making her throw her head back on the pillow in a fan of red hair. Every time she felt close to orgasm, he would pull his tongue away and smile, still moving his fingers inside her, not thrusting but massaging, long and slow and steady, not even all the way inside her but pushing on that magic spot full of liquid pressure. And every time he put his mouth back to her clit, tongue pulsing against it, everything turned to liquid heat and she couldn't even raise her head to watch him. Cycle after cycle, his tongue stopping a pleasure because it gave her time to imagine how good it would be when it started again, because every time his tongue stopped then it wasn't over yet. With her eyes closed, he became part of her dreams again, as if he arose from the sensations and not the other way round. And it was thinking how good this would feel when she dreamed it again that finally pushed her over the edge. He could tell she'd gone too far to stop this time and stayed clamped to her as she writhed and arched through her orgasm, but her eyes flew open and she cried out when she felt the sudden release of all that hot pressure as a gush of liquid, running out of her, down his fingers and across his hand.
Re: Eleven/Amy female ejaculation pt4
anonymous
May 22 2010, 03:15:21 UTC
Now she could feel his mouth stretched out into a grin. She looked down, panting and half-stunned, to see the Doctor slowly removing his fingers from her, holding his palm carefully out in front of him, staring delightedly at the liquid pooled there like it was something precious. "Oh, Amy! Brilliant, brilliant Amy Pond!" he grinned, rushing out of the bedroom. She dropped her head back on the pillow, exhausted, still tingling all over, feeling the afterglow of heat at her centre and otherwise unable to move. Some gradually-waking part of her consciousness was beginning to wonder if that had been a good idea, while other parts alternated between trying to process the astonishing sensation and going to sleep. Still lying there, who knew how long later, staring up at the ceiling again, she heard a soft tread approach, and the felt the bed shift under her.
She felt his warm body pressed alongside hers, one shirtsleeved arm resting across her belly, those amazing long fingers holding her hip bone, his breath tickling her ear. "So who were you thinking of?" he asked softly. Amy turned her head to face him, looked wordlessly into his eyes, and touched her open mouth to his, tasting the salty tang of her own ejaculate, familiar yet different. The tasting became a long, deep kiss, her arms around him. Who'd have thought? Saving a species could be a lot of fun...
Re: Eleven/Amy female ejaculation pt4
anonymous
May 24 2010, 00:45:53 UTC
Dear Goddess, I think I love you for writing this!! Now I must leave to go change my underwear! Damn Matt Smith! His Doctor has hijacked my brain and 44 year old ovaries! (Reads again before leaving to change underwear.) Also, this erotica made me so flustered that I originally posed this reply at the current end of this list instead of at the end of this entry like I should have.
Author's postscript
anonymous
May 24 2010, 15:30:49 UTC
In all seriousness, thanks for the kind words, this is my first ever bit of fic and it was written because I couldn't resist trying to help spread the word. I think lots of women don't even realise this is something they can do. I didn't know until I was some years older than Amy, certainly, and then it caught me by surprise and I had to go and work out what the hell that was afterwards.
(And doing it for someone else is great. I have no idea whose POV I want to be in for this.)
Re: Author's postscript
anonymous
May 24 2010, 23:54:04 UTC
OOh, I love how this series is bringing out first time writers (myself included.)Team sexy just begs to be written about. Very nice, I wanted to tackle this one as I thought it could be very hot but wasn't sure I could write it properly. WHICH YOU DID OMG.
So glad to see people taking on the more risque stuff and doing it well. I need to just start tracking every prompt on the this fucking meme. ;)
Can't wait to see what you do next. And if you ever feel like going non-anon - there's a comm for that!
Re: Yes, you can do that! Isn't it completely awesome!
anonymous
July 14 2010, 07:41:59 UTC
Original prompter here! I'm sure I'm also speaking on behalf of the wonderful lady who wrote the lovely fic based on this g-spot suggestion when I say we're both delighted to help any woman learn more about her body and the amazing things it can do. If you'd like more in-depth information on this subject, you might like to check out these two books: 1)The G-Spot and Other Discoveries about Human Sexuality by Alice Khan Ladas, Beverly Whipple, and John D. Perry and 2)Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot; Not Your Mother's Orgasm Book! by Deborah Sundahl, Alice Ladas, and Annie Sprinkle. Enjoy!
Amy found herself momentarily confused. The Doctor was sort of her oldest friend, the one person she could trust, but when it came to anything like this, he was definitely a creature of her imagination. And she was supposed to be marrying Rory. But then again, who knew what the future held? And one thing it could definitely hold was something more concrete to build her imaginings on. Realising she'd already made the decision, in some ways, by dragging him into this, she smiled up at him in return. "Yeah. All right, but don't break anything down there, okay?"
"No, no, I assure you, this'll be fine, perhaps a little unanticipated, but really, fine, it's all perfectly normal, perfectly..." He tailed off as he moved her knees apart. Looking down from under his flopping fringe, he paused for a moment as if he'd only just realised himself what he was about to do, but the small, mysterious smile on his face suggested he thought it was good idea anyway. Dropping down to lie on the bottom half of the bed, he studied her sex for a while, teasing hair aside with his long, blunt fingers. She felt the gentle tug of it on the outside and the answering flutters of arousal on the inside, craning her neck up to see him there and wishing she'd got more undressed than she had. Without looking up at her face, he licked one finger and slowly slid it inside her. Feeling around gently, just flexing and nudging, and then he looked up at her, looking for her reactions, intent on exercising his skill, still with that mysterious smile.
Looking down again, he touched his tongue to her clit, holding it still, the pressure and warmth and wet being enough to make her gasp all by itself. His finger inside her was still moving, just a little bit, putting pressure on that part at the front that had felt odd when she did it but felt very right now. The combination of the pressures, inside and out, was like the completion of a circuit, powering a warm glow that was already building up to a delicious heat. He began to move his tongue, too, lapping gently at her clit, watching her face again, watching her flush, hearing her breathing change. She was getting so wet inside that he paused for a moment and slid in another finger.
As he pressed up again more firmly, she gasped again and looked down at him, wild-eyed with the unfamiliar sensations. As well as being so wet inside, it felt like there was something else, a pressure of her own building, like a gathering mass. He smiled reassurance at her and went back to licking her clit, completing the circuit again and making her throw her head back on the pillow in a fan of red hair. Every time she felt close to orgasm, he would pull his tongue away and smile, still moving his fingers inside her, not thrusting but massaging, long and slow and steady, not even all the way inside her but pushing on that magic spot full of liquid pressure. And every time he put his mouth back to her clit, tongue pulsing against it, everything turned to liquid heat and she couldn't even raise her head to watch him. Cycle after cycle, his tongue stopping a pleasure because it gave her time to imagine how good it would be when it started again, because every time his tongue stopped then it wasn't over yet. With her eyes closed, he became part of her dreams again, as if he arose from the sensations and not the other way round. And it was thinking how good this would feel when she dreamed it again that finally pushed her over the edge. He could tell she'd gone too far to stop this time and stayed clamped to her as she writhed and arched through her orgasm, but her eyes flew open and she cried out when she felt the sudden release of all that hot pressure as a gush of liquid, running out of her, down his fingers and across his hand.
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She felt his warm body pressed alongside hers, one shirtsleeved arm resting across her belly, those amazing long fingers holding her hip bone, his breath tickling her ear. "So who were you thinking of?" he asked softly. Amy turned her head to face him, looked wordlessly into his eyes, and touched her open mouth to his, tasting the salty tang of her own ejaculate, familiar yet different. The tasting became a long, deep kiss, her arms around him. Who'd have thought? Saving a species could be a lot of fun...
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*wanders off into motherfucking bunk, thankyoukindly*
(love the voices too!)
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(And doing it for someone else is great. I have no idea whose POV I want to be in for this.)
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So glad to see people taking on the more risque stuff and doing it well. I need to just start tracking every prompt on the this fucking meme. ;)
Can't wait to see what you do next. And if you ever feel like going non-anon - there's a comm for that!
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