Watching you (17/?)
anonymous
June 11 2010, 14:23:28 UTC
"Back again." We both sighed at the same time. Arthur leaned back to sit up against the tree, but was instead leaning against my shoulder. I think he noticed but just didn't care. I placed an arm around him, this time just to be friendly.
"You know," Arthur let go of the grass between his fingers and watched it get caught by the wind, "I wasn't always wealthy either."
"No?"
"No." He stretched his legs with a growl. The cold evening-wind was slipping up against our skin. I was freezing though in my jacket. Maybe Arthur was as well, at least he was getting closet to me. At some point I had both my arms wrapped around him. Me must have looked like a couple to the people passing by.
"My family was pretty common. My father brought a big debt with him as he married my mom. And my mom made a debt by buying them a house in a good neighbourhood before getting me. We've never had money on our hands just to spend."
"What happened?" I asked. He laughed.
"Long story."
"I want to hear."
"I thought you wanted to fuck." The conversation had taken a sudden turn. Arthur swung himself at me, sat astride of my lap as he kissed my forehead, my nose, then my lips. Shortly.
"Uerrh…" I mumbled, unintelligently.
"I want to meet your brother," he whispered hotly against my ear, "Friday. Get it? I want his autograph, and a shirt of his, and I want to touch him." His demands was swirling in my head, and I didn't really hear them all as he was doing wonderful things with his fingers at the same time, slipping the tips of them down in the back of my pants, down the cleft of my ass. I wriggled a little.
"Uh, you do?" I mumbled. He chuckled against my ear.
"Can you do that for me, hmm?" He slipped his tongue across my cheek, leaving a wet trail to the corner of my mouth. He looked me into the eyes. "Can you?" he almost panted, "Mr. Jones?" And then he pressed his groin to mine. I nodded.
"I can."
"Let's get back to your office," a chuckle, "my Mr. Jones."
Re: Watching you (17/?)
anonymous
June 11 2010, 18:14:00 UTC
You're in deep shit anon. I mean...problem. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE ME HANGING FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND WHEN THERE'S PROMISING SMUT!! Only please make sure that Al gets some ass. If Artie was to suddenly top, I don't think I'd be able to read any more D: ! (and let's be honest, Artie's the smexy femme fatale :'D) I'm probably being ridiculous but... I just had that sudden worry and needed to express it XD Anyway, post soon or... I'll be on your back with my amazing deduction skills just like Mr Jones's
Re: Watching you (17/?)
anonymous
July 29 2010, 23:45:19 UTC
Damn! I have been away from the meme for almost a month but I was glad to find this story updated while catching up with it because seriously I love it. It's funny and just my kind of story.
I like how the dialog flows and you do a great job with first person narrative. Also I like your style a lot and I don't mind waiting, I just hope you won't abandon it.
"You know," Arthur let go of the grass between his fingers and watched it get caught by the wind, "I wasn't always wealthy either."
"No?"
"No." He stretched his legs with a growl. The cold evening-wind was slipping up against our skin. I was freezing though in my jacket. Maybe Arthur was as well, at least he was getting closet to me. At some point I had both my arms wrapped around him. Me must have looked like a couple to the people passing by.
"My family was pretty common. My father brought a big debt with him as he married my mom. And my mom made a debt by buying them a house in a good neighbourhood before getting me. We've never had money on our hands just to spend."
"What happened?" I asked. He laughed.
"Long story."
"I want to hear."
"I thought you wanted to fuck." The conversation had taken a sudden turn. Arthur swung himself at me, sat astride of my lap as he kissed my forehead, my nose, then my lips. Shortly.
"Uerrh…" I mumbled, unintelligently.
"I want to meet your brother," he whispered hotly against my ear, "Friday. Get it? I want his autograph, and a shirt of his, and I want to touch him." His demands was swirling in my head, and I didn't really hear them all as he was doing wonderful things with his fingers at the same time, slipping the tips of them down in the back of my pants, down the cleft of my ass. I wriggled a little.
"Uh, you do?" I mumbled. He chuckled against my ear.
"Can you do that for me, hmm?" He slipped his tongue across my cheek, leaving a wet trail to the corner of my mouth. He looked me into the eyes. "Can you?" he almost panted, "Mr. Jones?" And then he pressed his groin to mine. I nodded.
"I can."
"Let's get back to your office," a chuckle, "my Mr. Jones."
He was playing with me.
But quite frankly, I didn't care.
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Note: =U=! <3 Have a nice weekend!
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YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE ME HANGING FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND WHEN THERE'S PROMISING SMUT!!
Only please make sure that Al gets some ass. If Artie was to suddenly top, I don't think I'd be able to read any more D: ! (and let's be honest, Artie's the smexy femme fatale :'D) I'm probably being ridiculous but... I just had that sudden worry and needed to express it XD
Anyway, post soon or... I'll be on your back with my amazing deduction skills just like Mr Jones's
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I like how the dialog flows and you do a great job with first person narrative. Also I like your style a lot and I don't mind waiting, I just hope you won't abandon it.
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