The Notes of a Hotel Voyeur 2/?
anonymous
March 18 2011, 09:27:45 UTC
“Guys, lets not forget why I call you in the first place”. “Kick-ass porn?” “Mi dulce chico?” Prussia and Spain asked almost at the same time. “What? No. I'm talking about the greatest show of one stiff Englishman riding someone pretty hard.” “Are you watching BBC?” “No, Tony, I think he means our dear England.” “Exactly.” France beamed. “So who's shagging this old man?” Gilbert wondered, giggling a little.
Francis already standing on tiptoe, tried to unveil England's lover identity: “Can't see from here”. “I bet it's Mathias*.” The Albino supposed. “Maybe it's Alfred?” Antonio join the game 'Guess Who Was Having a Happy Time'. “He had been looking at Arthur kinda funny on today's meeting.” “Didn't know he is so flexible.” Francis mumbled. “If you say 'A' you at least must say 'B', man.” “Well... Arthur is slowly riding his lover into oblivion. His hips are rotating and humping to the wild rhythm of their derby.” “They've got a horse there?” Antonio butted in Francis' inspired flow of speech. Gilbert sighed for the umpteenth time: “No, dimwit. Mr. Self-Proclaimed-Country-of-Love just goes all sappy romance novel writer on us again.”
“Thanks for clarification, Gil. So may I continue this 'novel', non?” After some seconds that seemed to scream about the attention from both parties, Francis had cleared his throat before proceeding: “The lovers' bodies seem painted in monotones of silver and gray light of the moon, of brilliant glosses and intense contrasting shadows. Their patterns and tones are changing violently to the chaos of vehement love moves, to the devouring, uncontrollable intoxication of the great passion.”
“For the moment I believed that you're describing a pop-concert. With all this lightning.” Slight snicker was clearly heard in the inquiring voice. “Shut it, Gil. It was quite romantic. I remember one time, when Lovi and I were on the beach under the moon's gl...” “Are you trying to start your own story?” “Sorry.”
And Francis continued his theatrical narration: “Arthur and his lover clench in an orgy of fervent desires and ferocious overpowering emotions. Amid their wild scrambling gropes and parched deep breathing, the blond impales himself brutally on his lover's member, moaning lustfully. Among their musky sweat and other rich aromas of manliness, the duo moves in ecstatic responses to the chemistry of sweet love potions.”
“How did you know about the smell?” Tony asked a little puzzled by the appearance of all this sudden aromas. “It's called an imagination, my narrow-minded friend. Some of us have it some not.” A dense layer of supremacy coated each word of Francis.
Enjoying by the moment of silence, he proceeded: “The lovers are wrestling and squirming in a sublime torture in attempts to reach the Nirvana, that pinnacle of love, that unattainable Paradise of complete, everlasting emotional fulfillment, that Eldorado of high-minded, idyllic bliss...”
“Are they on a trip?” Tony tried to interrupt him again.
The 'teller' didn't seem affected by that intrusion: “Their groins are colliding in an angry Nirvanic desire, eyes ablaze from the savagery of scalding fiery torment. Sweat sleeked bodies are madly lunging and crushing to the furor of the approaching pinnacle of love, of approaching sex, to the expectations of super-heated excitement. Arthur trembles violently in the burning anticipation. His mind is consumed, boiling in the blazing eroticism of the sweet lovemaking. Emotions are overwhelming him in the tumultuous whirlpools of wild chemicals and charging electricity.”
“I think Artie would go berserk on your ass, if he know what kind of feelings you impute to him.” A burst of laughter came from Gilbert.
Re: The Notes of a Hotel Voyeur 2/?
anonymous
March 18 2011, 12:43:42 UTC
Not!OP, but MAN this is fantastic XD And your English is fine! Only a few grammar skirmishes but other than that, this is a great story. I can't wait to see moooore
Re: The Notes of a Hotel Voyeur 2/?
anonymous
March 18 2011, 16:19:12 UTC
LMAO. I'm in class and trying not to burst out laughing. But it'd be kinda suspicious if I laughed hysterically at land marking. Francis is such a drama queen.
You're English is fine. You can get it beta'd if you're worried.
XD Omigwad, this is fantastic! France describing the sight like some cheesy romance novel is just so perfect. And Antonio’s comments are just so funny; he’s such an airhead. <3
Your English is fine, better than most, I can tell you ;) And this fill is looking amazing so far, just what I had in mind, so I’m more than ecstatic by this. Seriously can’t wait for more updates from you. This has been a naughty pleasure for me to read :3
“Kick-ass porn?”
“Mi dulce chico?” Prussia and Spain asked almost at the same time.
“What? No. I'm talking about the greatest show of one stiff Englishman riding someone pretty hard.”
“Are you watching BBC?”
“No, Tony, I think he means our dear England.”
“Exactly.” France beamed.
“So who's shagging this old man?” Gilbert wondered, giggling a little.
Francis already standing on tiptoe, tried to unveil England's lover identity: “Can't see from here”.
“I bet it's Mathias*.” The Albino supposed.
“Maybe it's Alfred?” Antonio join the game 'Guess Who Was Having a Happy Time'. “He had been looking at Arthur kinda funny on today's meeting.”
“Didn't know he is so flexible.” Francis mumbled.
“If you say 'A' you at least must say 'B', man.”
“Well... Arthur is slowly riding his lover into oblivion. His hips are rotating and humping to the wild rhythm of their derby.”
“They've got a horse there?” Antonio butted in Francis' inspired flow of speech.
Gilbert sighed for the umpteenth time: “No, dimwit. Mr. Self-Proclaimed-Country-of-Love just goes all sappy romance novel writer on us again.”
“Thanks for clarification, Gil. So may I continue this 'novel', non?” After some seconds that seemed to scream about the attention from both parties, Francis had cleared his throat before proceeding: “The lovers' bodies seem painted in monotones of silver and gray light of the moon, of brilliant glosses and intense contrasting shadows. Their patterns and tones are changing violently to the chaos of vehement love moves, to the devouring, uncontrollable intoxication of the great passion.”
“For the moment I believed that you're describing a pop-concert. With all this lightning.” Slight snicker was clearly heard in the inquiring voice.
“Shut it, Gil. It was quite romantic. I remember one time, when Lovi and I were on the beach under the moon's gl...”
“Are you trying to start your own story?”
“Sorry.”
And Francis continued his theatrical narration: “Arthur and his lover clench in an orgy of fervent desires and ferocious overpowering emotions. Amid their wild scrambling gropes and parched deep breathing, the blond impales himself brutally on his lover's member, moaning lustfully. Among their musky sweat and other rich aromas of manliness, the duo moves in ecstatic responses to the chemistry of sweet love potions.”
“How did you know about the smell?” Tony asked a little puzzled by the appearance of all this sudden aromas.
“It's called an imagination, my narrow-minded friend. Some of us have it some not.” A dense layer of supremacy coated each word of Francis.
Enjoying by the moment of silence, he proceeded: “The lovers are wrestling and squirming in a sublime torture in attempts to reach the Nirvana, that pinnacle of love, that unattainable Paradise of complete, everlasting emotional fulfillment, that Eldorado of high-minded, idyllic bliss...”
“Are they on a trip?” Tony tried to interrupt him again.
The 'teller' didn't seem affected by that intrusion: “Their groins are colliding in an angry Nirvanic desire, eyes ablaze from the savagery of scalding fiery torment. Sweat sleeked bodies are madly lunging and crushing to the furor of the approaching pinnacle of love, of approaching sex, to the expectations of super-heated excitement. Arthur trembles violently in the burning anticipation. His mind is consumed, boiling in the blazing eroticism of the sweet lovemaking. Emotions are overwhelming him in the tumultuous whirlpools of wild chemicals and charging electricity.”
“I think Artie would go berserk on your ass, if he know what kind of feelings you impute to him.” A burst of laughter came from Gilbert.
* Mathias - Denmark
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You're English is fine. You can get it beta'd if you're worried.
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Your English is fine, better than most, I can tell you ;) And this fill is looking amazing so far, just what I had in mind, so I’m more than ecstatic by this. Seriously can’t wait for more updates from you. This has been a naughty pleasure for me to read :3
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i simply cannot wait for more!
France would write good smutfic
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