The Pornfest
A/N: This is everything I wrote for it, some is vaguely dub-con, some isn't.
Scratching an itch or two
Abby Lockhart hated quarantine. She'd made that much entirely clear. It had taken Susan Lewis being sent into quarantine to actually stop her muttering and wearing a path into the floor. She was still incredibly grumpy in her own adorable way and Susan couldn't help but smile. Even when she was being pissy Abby still tended to look like a sulking child.
Abby had muttered something and pulled a curtain around her bed area, clearly not in the mood to interact. Susan, who had been given a bed-share, had accepted it and gone to talk to her all the same, of course, she hadn't exactly expected to find Abby near naked behind the curtain... not that she was complaining.
Abby seemed to be in one of her usual bad moods, made worse by the lack of her usual smoking break. Susan had hesistated then given in to temptation, moving closer and kissing her, softly.
The two had been having a relationship outside work and Abby had refused to accept it at work, at least until now. Now the two were backed onto the bed, Abby's slim frame pressed fully against Susan's as the two passed some time together.
It had started out as making out, then caressing then finally the two were fully naked behind the screen and under a thin nylon cover sheet, pressing into each other frantically.
They had been trying to keep it cool but now, now passion got the better of them and they let themselves enjoy the ride.
First Love:
Terri DelMonico had never been happier. She was young, carefree and in love, in love with the most perfect woman she had ever met. Of course, that had changed, Emma had been withdrawn lately, tense and nervous, jumpy clearly unsure if she was ready.
Terri had been patient with her, kissing her, caressing her cheek, waiting for Emma to be ready, hearing Emma whimper was like some sweet taste of wine, all the same she hated when Emma's whimpers turned to tears. That was why she was so tender with her now she had her permission, gently taking posession of Emma's body, feeling the woman's virginity tear at her penetration.
Emma had whimpered, sobbing, allowing Terri to keep on even so. Terri had kissed her sweetly, continuing to make love to her, finding that once Emma was no longer crying and had indeed hit a climax, it was a lot easier to be happy for her.
Hers to control:
Alicia is tired of control, she's tired of decisions and fault and blame... She's tired of games, of Will, of Kalinda... She's tired of Peter, of fake love, she craves the real thing...
That is why she ends up at Diane's door late at night, why she kneels, trembling, at her feet, why she allows Diane to control her, to touch her hair, her face, her neck and lower still, it's why she sobs when she climaxes, it's why she will always be hers to control.
But you are beautiful:
Candi had insisted she'd come over for some 'girl talk'. Somehow Judith had never really managed to learn to say no to the girl, she was too young, too sweet and far too desireable. She'd spent years attempting to hide who she was but now, now she caved and she cavd quickly.
Candi had settled beside her instantly and the two had indded been talking a while before anything happened. Candi's tiny hand had ended up on Judith's knee, a move Judith didn't fight, it was only when Candi's hand moved higher she asked what was happening. She'd had an answer, an answer she fought
"I'm not that special Candi."
Candi had paused, then spoken quietly, surprising Judith with her soft words.
"But you are beautiful."
That had been all it took to convince her to relax, to convince her to let Candi have her way.
My Queen:
Queenie had always been a little young in her mind and way of thinking, people had always been slightly manipulative and abusive even of that and yet, and yet Queenie was so fair and sweet, if childishly petulant, that Bob couldn't help but fall in love.
Bob, as she was now going by, was suitably quiet and genteel for a gentleman's apprentice, she was known, of course, as a boy, although Queenie had seen through that fast enough, it was at her side that Bob was to stay for a while, Blackadder was away, Bob was in need of somewhere to be and Queenie's nurse had been taken ill rather suddenly, without her, of course, Queenie had fast become distressed, this was how Bob was kneeling before her now.
She was glad of the banished court and even as she pushed back the layers of Queenie's dress, she found herself smiling tenderly at her Queen, dipping her head slowly to the woman's knee and kissing her way inwards, slowly but surely pleasuring the woman.
Hold Tight:
Kalinda's lost track of the times she's been by Alicia's side when her world falls apart, first when the new job was piling stress on her, second when her kids were hiding things, third when she finally left her husband. All the time she'd watched and waited, today, the fourth time Alicia's world crumbles, is the time she speaks the words Kalinda waited for.
"I need you."
They walk in silence after that, hands barely brushing as they walk, Kalinda knowing to wait, Alicia needing only slight contact to know she woud get what she wanted.
"I need you" turns into "Hold me" then finally "Hold me down."
This is a side of Alicia that Kalinda's never seen before but she does it. She waits, keeping Alicia pinned even as she lets her free hand slide up under Alicia's clothes, only releasing her when Alicia is sobbing, freely crying.
Her lips lower then, brushing only slightly over Alicia's before they settle, the kiss softly passionate, Kalinda's fingers entering again, slowly this time, rough fucking turning into sweet and tender caresses, Kalinda's free hand moving to cup Alicia's cheek, wiping away the lingering tears.
Kidnapped:
Fox had never been one to take prisoners, much less "kidnap" someone. This time she had though, at her "bosses" request. She wasn't surprised when the woman fought back, she wasn't surprised when Melinda Warner got in a good few kicks, she had been sorry to knock the woman out though.
She'd stolen her easily enough, now she had secreted her away in the back of a room that nobody but her people knew about. She had undressed the woman, burning her clothes. She knew people tended to not run away when they were naked, which was why she'd done it. Of course, now she was waiting for the woman to wake up.
She was quiet as she waited, looking the woman's slim and toned body over, smiling to herself. This Melinda was a fine looking woman, tall, slim, toned but still incredibly sexy, she had curves, not of fat but of muscle.
Fox had been about to touch the woman's hip when the woman woke, trying to sit up only to find herself pinned. She had panicked, sobbing out as she did so. Fox had resisted the temptation to strike the woman, instead pinning her down, her lips inches from Melinda's before she allowed herself to taste the woman's lips, finding that she lacked the will to silence her after she removed the tape to taste her lips again. Melinda had been stunned silent.
Now Fox allowed her hands to run freely over the woman, leaving the woman shivering but Fox smiled as the woman arched into her, keening out her want. She'd pushed in then, enjoying the woman's scream, not of pain, of pleasure. She knew technically she was forcing the woman but she also knew Melinda was relaxed enough to enjoy it.
She had surprised Melinda by pulling back and freeing her, allowing herself to taste the woman's lips again before setting her free.
"J'adore."
She murmured, disappearing into the night, leaving behind a phone and new clothes.
O’Fortuna:
Frasier would never know what went on when he was out of the house. Of course, that was why they were doing it. If he had known he would probably not have thought twice about Roz, he already knew she was a little... sexually over-active. He would have been surprised by just how quickly Daphne had bent to her will.
They had been talking at first, laughing, as they always did. That had turned into mild flirting, then slowly Roz's hand had begun to sneak higher up Daphne's thigh. Daphne had noticed, but she hadn't pressured the woman to stop, truth be told she was happy to let her.
The talking had stopped and they both had to acknowledge that they both knew what was about to happen. Daphne had remained silent, choosing to head to the bedroom, not surprised when Roz followed. The two had sunk to the bed together, Roz had taken control as before, easily teasing Daphne into arching to her touch, Daphne however had surprised her by pulling her down and into her, fiercely hard and determinedly.
Roz had been taken off-guard, falling into her climax almost instantly when Daphne entered her, the usually quiet woman was definately making herself known now.
Amelie:
Jenny surprises Miss Stubbs, she returns, not instantly, she is too ashamed for that, but she does come back, she comes back with photography, work she has done in college and university. She doesn't ask to come in, she breezes in, surprising Miss Stubbs once again with her arrogant walk, the way she acts like she owns the house.
They had talked once about photography, Miss Stubbs had admitted she wised she had been able to learn and now, now Jenny is repaying Miss Stubbs' kindness that day with her own, planning to teach her. Of course, teacing turns to model study and model study to unambiguous flirting.
Jenny, although younger than Miss Stubbs, seems the more confident, the more mature this time and Miss Stubbs is pleasantly surprised by how sweet the girl is in her manners. She is wooed, she is treated as Jenny's muse and she is photographed, freed from being just 'Miss Stubbs' and finally fully able to live up to her first name.
Amelie.
That is the name Jenny uses now, whispering the name as often as she can as she caresses every naked curve of Amelie's body, seeking new pleasure and finding that she is able to pay Amelie's every soft intake of breath with another caress, another light pressure, a light kiss.
Yes, it has been years in the making but as they finally come together it feels as if it was inevitable, this woman saved her once, now it is her turn to save Amelie from a life of lonely teaching and mistrust.
Amelie comes away with her that summer, they are engaged eventually, although nobody learns of it until they are home again, safely Miss and Mrs Stubbs.
Under Her Control:
Years of lying, of cheating, of pretending have finally come to this. Will learnt of their liaisions quite by accident. Kalinda knows, she won't tell for she had her part to play in their deceptions. Peter has yet to learn of it but neither doubts that he will, someday.
Alicia is knelt at Diane's feet, trembling under her caress, her eyes down, tears turning the dark brown to a chocolate colour. Diane knows why she's crying, she isn't afraid, she is only glad of an ability to let go of control for once.
Diane caresses Alicia's hair, her cheek, her soft neck and then moves to cup the woman's cheek again, drawing her lover up this time, taking her to bed, laying her there and simply watching her as they undress. She takes her time to kiss Alicia, drawing a quiet intake of breath from Alicia as she caresses the long scar on the woman's left hip, a scar left by Carey.
Alicia refuses to say what he did and Diane doesn't push, choosing instead to kiss and caress and comfort in her own way. Alicia is slow to relax, slower still to come undone, but she does, lying still and sobbing, knowing that whilst Diane is very much in control she will never be pushed to do what she cannot, this is how she came to stay with Diane in the first place.
Diane lets her rest, simply kising her and caressing her dampened cheek time and again, smiling when Alicia moves to face her properly, letting Alicia take her time, stroking a slow hand through Alicia's hair as she finally lets the woman free of control, trusting her to stop when she needs to. Alicia may be her woman, a kept one, too, but she is still Alicia, still tender, still nearly perfect.
Diane will never tell how much it means to her that she is the one Alicia came to when she needed to let someone else take control. She will, however, forever lavish attention on her lover.
Scratching an itch or two
Abby Lockhart hated quarantine. She'd made that much entirely clear. It had taken Susan Lewis being sent into quarantine to actually stop her muttering and wearing a path into the floor. She was still incredibly grumpy in her own adorable way and Susan couldn't help but smile. Even when she was being pissy Abby still tended to look like a sulking child.
Abby had muttered something and pulled a curtain around her bed area, clearly not in the mood to interact. Susan, who had been given a bed-share, had accepted it and gone to talk to her all the same, of course, she hadn't exactly expected to find Abby near naked behind the curtain... not that she was complaining.
Abby seemed to be in one of her usual bad moods, made worse by the lack of her usual smoking break. Susan had hesistated then given in to temptation, moving closer and kissing her, softly.
The two had been having a relationship outside work and Abby had refused to accept it at work, at least until now. Now the two were backed onto the bed, Abby's slim frame pressed fully against Susan's as the two passed some time together.
It had started out as making out, then caressing then finally the two were fully naked behind the screen and under a thin nylon cover sheet, pressing into each other frantically.
They had been trying to keep it cool but now, now passion got the better of them and they let themselves enjoy the ride.
First Love:
Terri DelMonico had never been happier. She was young, carefree and in love, in love with the most perfect woman she had ever met. Of course, that had changed, Emma had been withdrawn lately, tense and nervous, jumpy clearly unsure if she was ready.
Terri had been patient with her, kissing her, caressing her cheek, waiting for Emma to be ready, hearing Emma whimper was like some sweet taste of wine, all the same she hated when Emma's whimpers turned to tears. That was why she was so tender with her now she had her permission, gently taking posession of Emma's body, feeling the woman's virginity tear at her penetration.
Emma had whimpered, sobbing, allowing Terri to keep on even so. Terri had kissed her sweetly, continuing to make love to her, finding that once Emma was no longer crying and had indeed hit a climax, it was a lot easier to be happy for her.
Hers to control:
Alicia is tired of control, she's tired of decisions and fault and blame... She's tired of games, of Will, of Kalinda... She's tired of Peter, of fake love, she craves the real thing...
That is why she ends up at Diane's door late at night, why she kneels, trembling, at her feet, why she allows Diane to control her, to touch her hair, her face, her neck and lower still, it's why she sobs when she climaxes, it's why she will always be hers to control.
But you are beautiful:
Candi had insisted she'd come over for some 'girl talk'. Somehow Judith had never really managed to learn to say no to the girl, she was too young, too sweet and far too desireable. She'd spent years attempting to hide who she was but now, now she caved and she cavd quickly.
Candi had settled beside her instantly and the two had indded been talking a while before anything happened. Candi's tiny hand had ended up on Judith's knee, a move Judith didn't fight, it was only when Candi's hand moved higher she asked what was happening. She'd had an answer, an answer she fought
"I'm not that special Candi."
Candi had paused, then spoken quietly, surprising Judith with her soft words.
"But you are beautiful."
That had been all it took to convince her to relax, to convince her to let Candi have her way.
My Queen:
Queenie had always been a little young in her mind and way of thinking, people had always been slightly manipulative and abusive even of that and yet, and yet Queenie was so fair and sweet, if childishly petulant, that Bob couldn't help but fall in love.
Bob, as she was now going by, was suitably quiet and genteel for a gentleman's apprentice, she was known, of course, as a boy, although Queenie had seen through that fast enough, it was at her side that Bob was to stay for a while, Blackadder was away, Bob was in need of somewhere to be and Queenie's nurse had been taken ill rather suddenly, without her, of course, Queenie had fast become distressed, this was how Bob was kneeling before her now.
She was glad of the banished court and even as she pushed back the layers of Queenie's dress, she found herself smiling tenderly at her Queen, dipping her head slowly to the woman's knee and kissing her way inwards, slowly but surely pleasuring the woman.
Hold Tight:
Kalinda's lost track of the times she's been by Alicia's side when her world falls apart, first when the new job was piling stress on her, second when her kids were hiding things, third when she finally left her husband. All the time she'd watched and waited, today, the fourth time Alicia's world crumbles, is the time she speaks the words Kalinda waited for.
"I need you."
They walk in silence after that, hands barely brushing as they walk, Kalinda knowing to wait, Alicia needing only slight contact to know she woud get what she wanted.
"I need you" turns into "Hold me" then finally "Hold me down."
This is a side of Alicia that Kalinda's never seen before but she does it. She waits, keeping Alicia pinned even as she lets her free hand slide up under Alicia's clothes, only releasing her when Alicia is sobbing, freely crying.
Her lips lower then, brushing only slightly over Alicia's before they settle, the kiss softly passionate, Kalinda's fingers entering again, slowly this time, rough fucking turning into sweet and tender caresses, Kalinda's free hand moving to cup Alicia's cheek, wiping away the lingering tears.
Kidnapped:
Fox had never been one to take prisoners, much less "kidnap" someone. This time she had though, at her "bosses" request. She wasn't surprised when the woman fought back, she wasn't surprised when Melinda Warner got in a good few kicks, she had been sorry to knock the woman out though.
She'd stolen her easily enough, now she had secreted her away in the back of a room that nobody but her people knew about. She had undressed the woman, burning her clothes. She knew people tended to not run away when they were naked, which was why she'd done it. Of course, now she was waiting for the woman to wake up.
She was quiet as she waited, looking the woman's slim and toned body over, smiling to herself. This Melinda was a fine looking woman, tall, slim, toned but still incredibly sexy, she had curves, not of fat but of muscle.
Fox had been about to touch the woman's hip when the woman woke, trying to sit up only to find herself pinned. She had panicked, sobbing out as she did so. Fox had resisted the temptation to strike the woman, instead pinning her down, her lips inches from Melinda's before she allowed herself to taste the woman's lips, finding that she lacked the will to silence her after she removed the tape to taste her lips again. Melinda had been stunned silent.
Now Fox allowed her hands to run freely over the woman, leaving the woman shivering but Fox smiled as the woman arched into her, keening out her want. She'd pushed in then, enjoying the woman's scream, not of pain, of pleasure. She knew technically she was forcing the woman but she also knew Melinda was relaxed enough to enjoy it.
She had surprised Melinda by pulling back and freeing her, allowing herself to taste the woman's lips again before setting her free.
"J'adore."
She murmured, disappearing into the night, leaving behind a phone and new clothes.
O’Fortuna:
Frasier would never know what went on when he was out of the house. Of course, that was why they were doing it. If he had known he would probably not have thought twice about Roz, he already knew she was a little... sexually over-active. He would have been surprised by just how quickly Daphne had bent to her will.
They had been talking at first, laughing, as they always did. That had turned into mild flirting, then slowly Roz's hand had begun to sneak higher up Daphne's thigh. Daphne had noticed, but she hadn't pressured the woman to stop, truth be told she was happy to let her.
The talking had stopped and they both had to acknowledge that they both knew what was about to happen. Daphne had remained silent, choosing to head to the bedroom, not surprised when Roz followed. The two had sunk to the bed together, Roz had taken control as before, easily teasing Daphne into arching to her touch, Daphne however had surprised her by pulling her down and into her, fiercely hard and determinedly.
Roz had been taken off-guard, falling into her climax almost instantly when Daphne entered her, the usually quiet woman was definately making herself known now.
Amelie:
Jenny surprises Miss Stubbs, she returns, not instantly, she is too ashamed for that, but she does come back, she comes back with photography, work she has done in college and university. She doesn't ask to come in, she breezes in, surprising Miss Stubbs once again with her arrogant walk, the way she acts like she owns the house.
They had talked once about photography, Miss Stubbs had admitted she wised she had been able to learn and now, now Jenny is repaying Miss Stubbs' kindness that day with her own, planning to teach her. Of course, teacing turns to model study and model study to unambiguous flirting.
Jenny, although younger than Miss Stubbs, seems the more confident, the more mature this time and Miss Stubbs is pleasantly surprised by how sweet the girl is in her manners. She is wooed, she is treated as Jenny's muse and she is photographed, freed from being just 'Miss Stubbs' and finally fully able to live up to her first name.
Amelie.
That is the name Jenny uses now, whispering the name as often as she can as she caresses every naked curve of Amelie's body, seeking new pleasure and finding that she is able to pay Amelie's every soft intake of breath with another caress, another light pressure, a light kiss.
Yes, it has been years in the making but as they finally come together it feels as if it was inevitable, this woman saved her once, now it is her turn to save Amelie from a life of lonely teaching and mistrust.
Amelie comes away with her that summer, they are engaged eventually, although nobody learns of it until they are home again, safely Miss and Mrs Stubbs.
Under Her Control:
Years of lying, of cheating, of pretending have finally come to this. Will learnt of their liaisions quite by accident. Kalinda knows, she won't tell for she had her part to play in their deceptions. Peter has yet to learn of it but neither doubts that he will, someday.
Alicia is knelt at Diane's feet, trembling under her caress, her eyes down, tears turning the dark brown to a chocolate colour. Diane knows why she's crying, she isn't afraid, she is only glad of an ability to let go of control for once.
Diane caresses Alicia's hair, her cheek, her soft neck and then moves to cup the woman's cheek again, drawing her lover up this time, taking her to bed, laying her there and simply watching her as they undress. She takes her time to kiss Alicia, drawing a quiet intake of breath from Alicia as she caresses the long scar on the woman's left hip, a scar left by Carey.
Alicia refuses to say what he did and Diane doesn't push, choosing instead to kiss and caress and comfort in her own way. Alicia is slow to relax, slower still to come undone, but she does, lying still and sobbing, knowing that whilst Diane is very much in control she will never be pushed to do what she cannot, this is how she came to stay with Diane in the first place.
Diane lets her rest, simply kising her and caressing her dampened cheek time and again, smiling when Alicia moves to face her properly, letting Alicia take her time, stroking a slow hand through Alicia's hair as she finally lets the woman free of control, trusting her to stop when she needs to. Alicia may be her woman, a kept one, too, but she is still Alicia, still tender, still nearly perfect.
Diane will never tell how much it means to her that she is the one Alicia came to when she needed to let someone else take control. She will, however, forever lavish attention on her lover.