Re: Chapter 2: Her Guilty Pleasure (2b/?)
anonymous
April 9 2011, 22:13:05 UTC
Seriously, England had practically raised the boy. Even though they weren’t technically related by blood and their relationship post-American Revolution was still pretty brittle (Special relationship or not), she’d once been like an older sister to him, if not a mother. As such, thinking about him, feeling that way about him was immoral of the highest degree…Right?
Well, it’s not as if I would be the first one, she thought almost sardonically. After all, France raised me as well, and she’s still trying to get into my knickers.
Then of course there’s Spain and his Romano.
Prussia once said he had a thing for Germany a while back…I think even Denmark might have cried over Sweden once when we all got drunk.
Now that I think about it, isn’t Italy technically much older than Germany?
…
Oh, who the bloody hell am I kidding? The whole world’s fucked up. If I try to put logic into international relationships, I’ll just go mad.
Once again: Why America?
No matter how much England tried to imagine someone in his place, the dominator in her dreams was always America. Not only was it always America, it was also a version of America who was more or less a...complete bastard, to the point that he was almost level with Russia. Every time her mind would paint this picture of her former colony, England would balk. After all, there was just no way America would act that way, especially towards her! Realistically speaking, characterizing him as a domineering bondage Master/Dom /whatever just didn’t make sense!
England paused in her internal struggle, blinking up at the ceiling.
And yet…there is something about that image of America.
On the one hand, the vision of that sort of America almost terrifies me, because I can’t help but imagine how unpredictable, never mind powerful, he could be (more than he is now, I mean).
On the other…
She blushed and her hands clenched around her sheets.
I want him to show that power to me, she thought with a slight whimper. I want him to dangle it in front of me, over my head, but never give me a share of it. I want to give him complete control, lose myself in his power and relish in it.
I’m not even sure if I care whether or not I have to be tied up, forced into skimpy clothes, and have to endure humiliating punishments, just as long as I end up satisfied.
But most of all…
Her blush spread as the heat in her loins became too overwhelming. She tried rubbing her thighs together for friction, but it was no use. Her body still wasn’t satisfied.
England inhaled a shuddering breath and put a hand up her shirt, running it up her stomach to her breasts, one of which she cupped and squeezed. She moaned from behind closed lips, moistened them, and then shakily ran her other hand down her stomach, slowly going sneaking it underneath her panties. Once her fingers came in contact with intimately moist, hyper sensitive skin, England clenched her eyes closed and tossed her head back against the mattress, her breathing going ragged.
In her mind’s eye, she saw America sitting beside her on the bed, leaning on his palm and staring down at her with amused eyes and a small smirk. Then he leaned forward to whisper in her-dirty, embarrassing words that England wouldn’t have the nerve to repeat in public. She immediately imagined his other hand joining hers on her crotch, joining her curled fingers as she rapidly rubbing them in and out of her entrance.
Finally, with a soft moan, England’s body shuddered and arched, her heels braced on her mattress to give her purchase. Even in the aftershocks of her climax, her sex continued to pulsate, almost aching for more of something it wouldn’t ever be given, not properly at least.
England stared up at her ceiling, her chest heaving slightly. Then, with her eyes tearing up slightly, she brought an arm over her eyes and exhaled a sullen sigh.
I just really want America.
Her hands clenched. But I’m never going to admit it.
No, this…this sickness (she cringed) that I have will remain my secret.
Author's Note
anonymous
April 9 2011, 22:26:23 UTC
Naturally, England/Elizabeth's vow is bound to backfire. LOL! XD
Wow, I can't properly put into words how surprised I was at the positive feedback I got for this. Hell, I just realized I broke a rule in the OP's prompt (no country names plz)...oh, well. The good part is that I've decided to continue it, albeit in small parts. Don't worry OP (if you're out there), once "playtime" is in session, country names go out the window!
As for how much of a role BDSM is going to play here...a lot, actually. As well as the psychology behind a D/s relationship, mostly from the sub's (England) POV, mostly relating to her tentative acceptance of her kink. coughAmerica's perspective might show up latercough
Once again, I've never really written about the subject matter before, so there's no guarantee that this will be 100% accurate. If one of you readers have dabbled in the lifestyle and have some advice, by all means, tell me.
Oh, and before I forget, there will be other BDSM couples here. I'm not saying who they are yet, but they will play a role. ;)
Re: Author's Note
anonymous
April 10 2011, 07:54:34 UTC
I adore this. I love her rambling thought process, those moments of lucidity in which she thins out the fourth wall and wryly echoes the voices of the fans before swinging right back to her so amusingly in-denial self. At this point, I have to muse on whether America can live up to the dream America that she's created out of her cravings and pent-up frustrations, flowering desires, etc., etc.
Re: Author's Note
anonymous
April 10 2011, 12:59:47 UTC
"Oh, who the bloody hell am I kidding? The whole world’s fucked up. If I try to put logic into international relationships, I’ll just go mad." <--This is very true.
I still love it! And the fact you're going to be putting psychology into this just makes me love it more!
Well, it’s not as if I would be the first one, she thought almost sardonically. After all, France raised me as well, and she’s still trying to get into my knickers.
Then of course there’s Spain and his Romano.
Prussia once said he had a thing for Germany a while back…I think even Denmark might have cried over Sweden once when we all got drunk.
Now that I think about it, isn’t Italy technically much older than Germany?
…
Oh, who the bloody hell am I kidding? The whole world’s fucked up. If I try to put logic into international relationships, I’ll just go mad.
Once again: Why America?
No matter how much England tried to imagine someone in his place, the dominator in her dreams was always America. Not only was it always America, it was also a version of America who was more or less a...complete bastard, to the point that he was almost level with Russia. Every time her mind would paint this picture of her former colony, England would balk. After all, there was just no way America would act that way, especially towards her! Realistically speaking, characterizing him as a domineering bondage Master/Dom /whatever just didn’t make sense!
England paused in her internal struggle, blinking up at the ceiling.
And yet…there is something about that image of America.
On the one hand, the vision of that sort of America almost terrifies me, because I can’t help but imagine how unpredictable, never mind powerful, he could be (more than he is now, I mean).
On the other…
She blushed and her hands clenched around her sheets.
I want him to show that power to me, she thought with a slight whimper. I want him to dangle it in front of me, over my head, but never give me a share of it. I want to give him complete control, lose myself in his power and relish in it.
I’m not even sure if I care whether or not I have to be tied up, forced into skimpy clothes, and have to endure humiliating punishments, just as long as I end up satisfied.
But most of all…
Her blush spread as the heat in her loins became too overwhelming. She tried rubbing her thighs together for friction, but it was no use. Her body still wasn’t satisfied.
England inhaled a shuddering breath and put a hand up her shirt, running it up her stomach to her breasts, one of which she cupped and squeezed. She moaned from behind closed lips, moistened them, and then shakily ran her other hand down her stomach, slowly going sneaking it underneath her panties. Once her fingers came in contact with intimately moist, hyper sensitive skin, England clenched her eyes closed and tossed her head back against the mattress, her breathing going ragged.
In her mind’s eye, she saw America sitting beside her on the bed, leaning on his palm and staring down at her with amused eyes and a small smirk. Then he leaned forward to whisper in her-dirty, embarrassing words that England wouldn’t have the nerve to repeat in public. She immediately imagined his other hand joining hers on her crotch, joining her curled fingers as she rapidly rubbing them in and out of her entrance.
Finally, with a soft moan, England’s body shuddered and arched, her heels braced on her mattress to give her purchase. Even in the aftershocks of her climax, her sex continued to pulsate, almost aching for more of something it wouldn’t ever be given, not properly at least.
England stared up at her ceiling, her chest heaving slightly. Then, with her eyes tearing up slightly, she brought an arm over her eyes and exhaled a sullen sigh.
I just really want America.
Her hands clenched. But I’m never going to admit it.
No, this…this sickness (she cringed) that I have will remain my secret.
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Wow, I can't properly put into words how surprised I was at the positive feedback I got for this. Hell, I just realized I broke a rule in the OP's prompt (no country names plz)...oh, well. The good part is that I've decided to continue it, albeit in small parts. Don't worry OP (if you're out there), once "playtime" is in session, country names go out the window!
As for how much of a role BDSM is going to play here...a lot, actually. As well as the psychology behind a D/s relationship, mostly from the sub's (England) POV, mostly relating to her tentative acceptance of her kink. coughAmerica's perspective might show up latercough
Once again, I've never really written about the subject matter before, so there's no guarantee that this will be 100% accurate. If one of you readers have dabbled in the lifestyle and have some advice, by all means, tell me.
Oh, and before I forget, there will be other BDSM couples here. I'm not saying who they are yet, but they will play a role. ;)
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I still love it! And the fact you're going to be putting psychology into this just makes me love it more!
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