For just_fck_me - 6.1 Quote
6.1 "It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover." - Marge Piercy
I’ve slept with a lot of women. And I mean a lot. I’m proud of it, there’s no point denying it. Sometimes I’ve slept with the same woman more than once, but it usually takes a lot. Or I just don’t remember her and I think she’s someone else…
My point? I love sex.
Sex keeps me going on those cold, dark nights where just having Sam isn’t enough. Because he’s my brother and I am so not going there. Don’t get me wrong; I can handle a lot of what we do just because I’m sharing it with him. Maybe I don’t want to have to share all of it with him, I still want to do the big brother thing and protect him, but a guy’s gotta be able to blow off some steam, you know?
I know Sam doesn’t because he’s the pin-up kid for virtue and geekdom. Or was.
Me? I like my sex. I even like the women. Or most of the women. There was this one chick that would just not shut up about her garden. I’m not even talking about a metaphorical garden. I dig the dirty talk. This wasn’t dirty talk; this was gardening hour on friggen talk back.
Then of course there was Cassie. Cassie was a fluke, a one-time deal. I’m not made to be someone’s lifetime companion. I can do the brother thing with Sam because, well, he’s my brother. Kind of goes without saying, you know?
And I realise that Djinn showed me everything I wanted, but I’m not meant for that life. I’ll never be meant for life. Doesn’t mean I don’t want it, and hey it was kind of tempting to stay there with Carmen and Mom, and Sam and Jess. But it’s not reality. Not mine, anyway.
Besides the fact Sam was squeaky clean and looking at me like I was a ‘tard more than usual. It’s not fun when I can’t call him a bitch.
Things stick in my head about the women I’ve slept with. Like Gumby Girl. And thank God that Ben wasn’t mine. He’s a cool kid, just not my kid. I can’t stress that enough. I don’t know what I’d do if some chick I slept with rocked up with a kid. Pretty sure I’d try and send her back to Hell because I thought she was a demon.
And last night, there was Candy. No wait… Trisha. No, hang on… Heather? Nope. Angie! No wait, that’s the song I was listening to… I give up. Oh! Dee. That’s it, Dee. We did this whole cute bit about Dee and Dean, but you probably had to be there. She was sweet, you know. I don’t always go for sweet. Usually I go for the women who know how to put away the alcohol and have legs that go on forever… But Dee, she was cute and short, had this brown hair that smelt really good. Like lemon meringue pie. I think she’s going to stick in my head. She was different. A good different. Plus she didn’t ride me until my dick chaffed which is always a plus.
And she did this thing with her tongue that was just…
I need a cold shower.
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
Words: 544
Dean's Sam is notjustsammy, he has no other muses linked to him so nothing is binding.
I’ve slept with a lot of women. And I mean a lot. I’m proud of it, there’s no point denying it. Sometimes I’ve slept with the same woman more than once, but it usually takes a lot. Or I just don’t remember her and I think she’s someone else…
My point? I love sex.
Sex keeps me going on those cold, dark nights where just having Sam isn’t enough. Because he’s my brother and I am so not going there. Don’t get me wrong; I can handle a lot of what we do just because I’m sharing it with him. Maybe I don’t want to have to share all of it with him, I still want to do the big brother thing and protect him, but a guy’s gotta be able to blow off some steam, you know?
I know Sam doesn’t because he’s the pin-up kid for virtue and geekdom. Or was.
Me? I like my sex. I even like the women. Or most of the women. There was this one chick that would just not shut up about her garden. I’m not even talking about a metaphorical garden. I dig the dirty talk. This wasn’t dirty talk; this was gardening hour on friggen talk back.
Then of course there was Cassie. Cassie was a fluke, a one-time deal. I’m not made to be someone’s lifetime companion. I can do the brother thing with Sam because, well, he’s my brother. Kind of goes without saying, you know?
And I realise that Djinn showed me everything I wanted, but I’m not meant for that life. I’ll never be meant for life. Doesn’t mean I don’t want it, and hey it was kind of tempting to stay there with Carmen and Mom, and Sam and Jess. But it’s not reality. Not mine, anyway.
Besides the fact Sam was squeaky clean and looking at me like I was a ‘tard more than usual. It’s not fun when I can’t call him a bitch.
Things stick in my head about the women I’ve slept with. Like Gumby Girl. And thank God that Ben wasn’t mine. He’s a cool kid, just not my kid. I can’t stress that enough. I don’t know what I’d do if some chick I slept with rocked up with a kid. Pretty sure I’d try and send her back to Hell because I thought she was a demon.
And last night, there was Candy. No wait… Trisha. No, hang on… Heather? Nope. Angie! No wait, that’s the song I was listening to… I give up. Oh! Dee. That’s it, Dee. We did this whole cute bit about Dee and Dean, but you probably had to be there. She was sweet, you know. I don’t always go for sweet. Usually I go for the women who know how to put away the alcohol and have legs that go on forever… But Dee, she was cute and short, had this brown hair that smelt really good. Like lemon meringue pie. I think she’s going to stick in my head. She was different. A good different. Plus she didn’t ride me until my dick chaffed which is always a plus.
And she did this thing with her tongue that was just…
I need a cold shower.
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
Words: 544
Dean's Sam is notjustsammy, he has no other muses linked to him so nothing is binding.