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Bodice Ripping, Keith/"Stephen", NC-17
anonymous
June 6 2010, 00:02:42 UTC
A thrill of arousal runs down Stephen's spine as Keith shoves him roughly against the wall, his mind flashing to page 86 of the last book he read: Angela gasped loudly as David roughly backed her up against the wall, his sheer bulk keeping her in place. She could smell his cologne, mingling with the scent of animal lust and something else, something masculine that was strictly David himself. The effect was intoxicating.
There's always a lot of shoving in those books, up against walls, counters, sinks, desks-you name it. Keith doesn't have any cologne on, and Stephen isn't sure what animal lust smells like, but he figures that the shoving is the important part. "Yes, please," he pants, scratching at the wall. "I want it. I do. Please."
Keith unbuttons Stephen's pants, pulling them and his boxers down with one hand. He hasn't said much, but Stephen doesn't mind, thinking of him as the strong but silent type, like most of the guys from the books. David wasn't a man of words, but of action; that she now found herself with his strong body pressed against hers, the cool of the brick along her back, said more than any number of words possibly could have. He wanted her, and he would have her, and she shuddered in need as she looked into his impossibly green eyes, realizing in that moment that she wanted nothing else than for him to take her.
He cries out when he feels a slicked up finger enter him, and he tries to dig his nails into the wall with no success. Another finger follows shortly after, stretching him urgently, and then a third, and he moans loudly. "Fuck," Stephen groans. "Fuck me, please, please, hard and fast, I need it so bad, god, please," he begs. The fingers are gone, suddenly, and he hears the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper being opened, and then Keith's cock-big, thick, perfect-is pressing inside him swiftly, in one fluid motion. "Oh, fuck," he gasps, as Keith starts to thrust hard, slamming him into the wall. His grip on her hips was strong enough to bruise, not that Angela cared, crying out as he took her, the pleasure welling up inside her like water in a dam, threatening to burst. Stephen shouted in pleasure as Keith's angle changed just slightly, trying in vain to find any sort of purchase on the wall.
"Fuck, yes," he pants. "Just like that, just like that-harder, harder!" Stephen moans. Angela's voice broke as she yelled, louder than she could ever remember being, begging him not to step, never to stop. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the tell-tale tingling sensation at the base of her spine-almost, almost.
"Close!" Stephen shouts. "Oh, god, I'm so close-please-" Keith speeds up his thrusts, and then there's a hand on his cock, and Stephen feels the world fade away as he comes hard-pleasure engulfs him, swallows him whole, and he's not sure he can breathe.
"David!" Angela cried out as she climaxed, stars exploding her behind her eyes, orgasming more powerfully than she ever had before in her life, eyes locking onto David's.
Stephen feels Keith finish a few thrusts later, and they both pant heavily as they come down; Keith pulls out and they both end up in a crumpled heap against the wall. Stephen leans against Keith's solid frame, head lolling on his shoulder. They sit in silence for a minute or two, until Keith straightens, and Stephen looks up. "So," he says breathlessly, voice obviously sated but also full of mischief, "David, huh? I knew you read those books."
Stephen reddens as the realization of what he did washes over him, and Keith just chuckles.
Re: Bodice Ripping, Keith/"Stephen", NC-17
anonymous
June 6 2010, 02:36:56 UTC
So fast! And so, so good.
I like how Stephen has the passage entirely memorized. I can picture him reading it again and again when his wife is not home, careful not to move her page-holder and to put the book back at the exact same angle he found it on her nightstand.
There's always a lot of shoving in those books, up against walls, counters, sinks, desks-you name it. Keith doesn't have any cologne on, and Stephen isn't sure what animal lust smells like, but he figures that the shoving is the important part.
LOL! You're right. You're doing romance pretty well, I bet Harlequin would sign you...
"Yes, please," he pants, scratching at the wall.
Such great visuals, and so romance heroine-esque. I can totally see the over-the top expression on his face as he's doing that, too.
"David, huh? I knew you read those books."
Lmao. Someone has been a bit too literal in his reenactment...
I like how Keith doesn't mind being used at all. I wouldn't mind either, if it meant my partner was as demonstrative and into the sex as Stephen is here!
Re: Bodice Ripping, Keith/"Stephen", NC-17
anonymous
November 8 2010, 00:59:27 UTC
This is great - it's sort of a double challenge because you have to get the tone of the trashy romance right without making us laugh so hard that we don't appreciate the actual porn. You did really well, I enjoyed this muchly.
There's always a lot of shoving in those books, up against walls, counters, sinks, desks-you name it. Keith doesn't have any cologne on, and Stephen isn't sure what animal lust smells like, but he figures that the shoving is the important part. "Yes, please," he pants, scratching at the wall. "I want it. I do. Please."
Keith unbuttons Stephen's pants, pulling them and his boxers down with one hand. He hasn't said much, but Stephen doesn't mind, thinking of him as the strong but silent type, like most of the guys from the books. David wasn't a man of words, but of action; that she now found herself with his strong body pressed against hers, the cool of the brick along her back, said more than any number of words possibly could have. He wanted her, and he would have her, and she shuddered in need as she looked into his impossibly green eyes, realizing in that moment that she wanted nothing else than for him to take her.
He cries out when he feels a slicked up finger enter him, and he tries to dig his nails into the wall with no success. Another finger follows shortly after, stretching him urgently, and then a third, and he moans loudly. "Fuck," Stephen groans. "Fuck me, please, please, hard and fast, I need it so bad, god, please," he begs. The fingers are gone, suddenly, and he hears the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper being opened, and then Keith's cock-big, thick, perfect-is pressing inside him swiftly, in one fluid motion. "Oh, fuck," he gasps, as Keith starts to thrust hard, slamming him into the wall. His grip on her hips was strong enough to bruise, not that Angela cared, crying out as he took her, the pleasure welling up inside her like water in a dam, threatening to burst. Stephen shouted in pleasure as Keith's angle changed just slightly, trying in vain to find any sort of purchase on the wall.
"Fuck, yes," he pants. "Just like that, just like that-harder, harder!" Stephen moans. Angela's voice broke as she yelled, louder than she could ever remember being, begging him not to step, never to stop. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the tell-tale tingling sensation at the base of her spine-almost, almost.
"Close!" Stephen shouts. "Oh, god, I'm so close-please-" Keith speeds up his thrusts, and then there's a hand on his cock, and Stephen feels the world fade away as he comes hard-pleasure engulfs him, swallows him whole, and he's not sure he can breathe.
"David!" Angela cried out as she climaxed, stars exploding her behind her eyes, orgasming more powerfully than she ever had before in her life, eyes locking onto David's.
Stephen feels Keith finish a few thrusts later, and they both pant heavily as they come down; Keith pulls out and they both end up in a crumpled heap against the wall. Stephen leans against Keith's solid frame, head lolling on his shoulder. They sit in silence for a minute or two, until Keith straightens, and Stephen looks up. "So," he says breathlessly, voice obviously sated but also full of mischief, "David, huh? I knew you read those books."
Stephen reddens as the realization of what he did washes over him, and Keith just chuckles.
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I like how Stephen has the passage entirely memorized. I can picture him reading it again and again when his wife is not home, careful not to move her page-holder and to put the book back at the exact same angle he found it on her nightstand.
There's always a lot of shoving in those books, up against walls, counters, sinks, desks-you name it. Keith doesn't have any cologne on, and Stephen isn't sure what animal lust smells like, but he figures that the shoving is the important part.
LOL! You're right. You're doing romance pretty well, I bet Harlequin would sign you...
"Yes, please," he pants, scratching at the wall.
Such great visuals, and so romance heroine-esque. I can totally see the over-the top expression on his face as he's doing that, too.
"David, huh? I knew you read those books."
Lmao. Someone has been a bit too literal in his reenactment...
I like how Keith doesn't mind being used at all. I wouldn't mind either, if it meant my partner was as demonstrative and into the sex as Stephen is here!
Thank you so much for this <3
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