Update and porn! :D
I woke up this morning and was excited for the day. :D :D :D :D :D
That marks the first time that I've gotten out of bed without having to force myself in WEEKS. Thank you, antidepressants! \o/ And thanks to my mother, who offered to drive three hours to have dinner with me. We're going to just wait until I drive home for Spring Break, but the fact that she wanted to, and that it was an option if I really needed it, helped to alleviate some of the stress.
Romeo & Juliet starts tomorrow, and even though I'm less prepared than I'd like to be, I'm not UNprepared. Given the givens, I'm gonna try not to beat myself up over that too much.
And as a final thank you to all of you: HAVE SOME PORN! This is part of what is turning into a RIDICULOUSLY PORNTACULAR body!swap fic for rabidchild67. I don't know when I'm going to have time to finish it, so here's a bit to tide you over!
Information that is necessary for reading this snippet out of context: HANDWAVY PLOT HAPPENS AND NEAL AND EL SWITCH BODIES.
AND THEN SEX.
\o/
*
“Christ. You’re so wet.” Peter was fingering Neal’s cunt. Had, in fact, been fingering Neal’s cunt for what felt like hours - driving them all mad with his insistence on proper preparation. His whole hand was slick with the juices that he’d worked out of Neal’s body.
She was used to the way arousal and impatience coursed through her body, but she was finding that in Neal’s body it was…different. The desire spread through her whole body, it tensed her muscles and tightened her lungs, before coming back to settle heavy between her legs. She wanted to fuck someone. This new hungry part of her body wanted to be surrounded, stimulated, used. But they’d started on Neal first and he already looked like he was about to finish, riding Peter’s hand like a slut, eyes clenched shut, little wrinkles in his eyelids.
It was odd. Just watching. It felt like an out-of-her-body experience and all she wanted to do was feel her new body. Peter was such a tease. El, on the other hand liked to get straight to the point.
She patted Peter on his shoulder, lubed up her fingers, and slid two of them into Neal’s ass.
His whole body tensed and his eyes practically rolled back in his head.
“You like that, baby?”
The sound that Neal made in response wasn’t even close to coherent. It was barely even human. She wiggled her fingers and her knuckles brushed against Peter’s through the thin barrier of Neal’s flesh.
“Stop,” Neal gasped. “Peter, I need you to fuck me.” His eyes were wild and desperate. Beautiful. “I want come with you in me. Don’t want to come until - until - I’m so wet, Peter, so open…”
“He’s aching for you,” she whispered to her husband, because she knew how painfully her body could crave.
She twisted her fingers when Peter withdrew his, enjoying the tight vise of Neal's body, but had to stop when Peter teased his wet fingers over Neal’s clit. Neal clamped down around her hand painfully tight, his breath high and uncomfortable in his throat.
She watched Peter’s fingers circle lazily between Neal’s legs. It looked different, at this angle, from what she was used to - but it was undeniably familiar. Peter’s rough fingers playfully exploring her clit. The pleasure that shot through her body just from the sight, though, was instinctive. Disjointed. New. Neal’s.
She pressed her flat chest against the curves of Neal’s back, twisted her long fingers in his ass, and watched her husband drive him mad.
She wanted to devour the noise that Neal made when Peter stopped rubbing his clit and reached for the condoms. She wanted to consume his sounds, tortured and plaintive and sweet, wanted to make him do it again.
“How does it feel?”
Neal was reaching tentatively between his own legs, hand hovering between his thighs. She reached around and spread him open. “It feels - oh - ” Neal was touching himself. Tracing tiny circles over his clit with shaking hands.
“Fuck yourself,” she whispered, and Neal nodded and obeyed.
Peter had a condom on but he wasn’t making any move back toward the bed. She slid one of her fingers in next to Neal’s, getting his cunt ready for her husband.
“Fuck him, baby.”
*
Also, MY TULIPS ARE BLOOMING! IT IS NOT UNLIKE A METAPHOR.
Thank you all so much for your support. Seriously - I cannot say enough how much I appreciate it. ♥
That marks the first time that I've gotten out of bed without having to force myself in WEEKS. Thank you, antidepressants! \o/ And thanks to my mother, who offered to drive three hours to have dinner with me. We're going to just wait until I drive home for Spring Break, but the fact that she wanted to, and that it was an option if I really needed it, helped to alleviate some of the stress.
Romeo & Juliet starts tomorrow, and even though I'm less prepared than I'd like to be, I'm not UNprepared. Given the givens, I'm gonna try not to beat myself up over that too much.
And as a final thank you to all of you: HAVE SOME PORN! This is part of what is turning into a RIDICULOUSLY PORNTACULAR body!swap fic for rabidchild67. I don't know when I'm going to have time to finish it, so here's a bit to tide you over!
Information that is necessary for reading this snippet out of context: HANDWAVY PLOT HAPPENS AND NEAL AND EL SWITCH BODIES.
AND THEN SEX.
\o/
*
“Christ. You’re so wet.” Peter was fingering Neal’s cunt. Had, in fact, been fingering Neal’s cunt for what felt like hours - driving them all mad with his insistence on proper preparation. His whole hand was slick with the juices that he’d worked out of Neal’s body.
She was used to the way arousal and impatience coursed through her body, but she was finding that in Neal’s body it was…different. The desire spread through her whole body, it tensed her muscles and tightened her lungs, before coming back to settle heavy between her legs. She wanted to fuck someone. This new hungry part of her body wanted to be surrounded, stimulated, used. But they’d started on Neal first and he already looked like he was about to finish, riding Peter’s hand like a slut, eyes clenched shut, little wrinkles in his eyelids.
It was odd. Just watching. It felt like an out-of-her-body experience and all she wanted to do was feel her new body. Peter was such a tease. El, on the other hand liked to get straight to the point.
She patted Peter on his shoulder, lubed up her fingers, and slid two of them into Neal’s ass.
His whole body tensed and his eyes practically rolled back in his head.
“You like that, baby?”
The sound that Neal made in response wasn’t even close to coherent. It was barely even human. She wiggled her fingers and her knuckles brushed against Peter’s through the thin barrier of Neal’s flesh.
“Stop,” Neal gasped. “Peter, I need you to fuck me.” His eyes were wild and desperate. Beautiful. “I want come with you in me. Don’t want to come until - until - I’m so wet, Peter, so open…”
“He’s aching for you,” she whispered to her husband, because she knew how painfully her body could crave.
She twisted her fingers when Peter withdrew his, enjoying the tight vise of Neal's body, but had to stop when Peter teased his wet fingers over Neal’s clit. Neal clamped down around her hand painfully tight, his breath high and uncomfortable in his throat.
She watched Peter’s fingers circle lazily between Neal’s legs. It looked different, at this angle, from what she was used to - but it was undeniably familiar. Peter’s rough fingers playfully exploring her clit. The pleasure that shot through her body just from the sight, though, was instinctive. Disjointed. New. Neal’s.
She pressed her flat chest against the curves of Neal’s back, twisted her long fingers in his ass, and watched her husband drive him mad.
She wanted to devour the noise that Neal made when Peter stopped rubbing his clit and reached for the condoms. She wanted to consume his sounds, tortured and plaintive and sweet, wanted to make him do it again.
“How does it feel?”
Neal was reaching tentatively between his own legs, hand hovering between his thighs. She reached around and spread him open. “It feels - oh - ” Neal was touching himself. Tracing tiny circles over his clit with shaking hands.
“Fuck yourself,” she whispered, and Neal nodded and obeyed.
Peter had a condom on but he wasn’t making any move back toward the bed. She slid one of her fingers in next to Neal’s, getting his cunt ready for her husband.
“Fuck him, baby.”
*
Also, MY TULIPS ARE BLOOMING! IT IS NOT UNLIKE A METAPHOR.
Thank you all so much for your support. Seriously - I cannot say enough how much I appreciate it. ♥