Hey ya!!!
Just thought I'd dust off the ol' keyboard and see if I remembered how to use this here livejournal thingy. How's everybody doing? Good, I hope.
Actually, I have ulterior motives for posting tonight. Finished one of three works in progress a few weeks ago (not one of the biggies, but it's gotta count for something, right?), have gotten it back from Mon and made the necessary adjustments, so now.... I'm ready to post it. Yippeee for me. Geez, it's been so long, feels like the first time all over again. Here goes...
Lullaby
a work of fiction by CarrieAnne
Pairing: Orlando and your choice...
Rating: NC 17
Summary: pure sex fantasy inspired by the cure song lullaby
Thanks as always to Mon!
I’m not sure exactly how long I’d been asleep, but when I climbed into bed earlier this evening, exhausted and eagerly anticipating a full night’s sleep, you can sure as hell bet that I never expected to wake up to this.
…on candystripe legs spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead…
I never heard the sound of the door, of anyone entering my room, the soft rustle of clothes being discarded as he made his way to my bed. The first I was aware of his presence was when I felt a soft tickle across the top of my foot. An involuntary twitch on my part and a light chuckle from him and there’s still only a dim awareness in my subconscious that I’m not alone anymore.
…quietly he laughs and shaking his head
looking for the victim shivering in bed…
But sleep is still more important. I roll onto my side in an attempt make it, him, whatever, whomever go away so I can continue sleeping, but that wasn’t what he came here for. I’m what he came here for.
Firm hands caress my ankle and I’m slipping further and further away from unconsciousness, closer to a state of arousal. Those same hands slide up the front of my legs, twisting to massage the back of my knees while he climbs up my bed, up my body. Words to a song that I didn’t even know I remembered find their way into my head.
…closer now closer…
I feel his mouth replace his hands at the back of my knee. It’s a shocking sensation at first, considering only moments ago I was alone and sound asleep, but quickly I decide it’s one worth staying awake for. He laps at my skin, sucks on me, takes a small nibble or two. He tastes me, my body, my soul. He’s eating me, devouring me.
…the spiderman is having me
for dinner tonight…
Moving from the back of my knee, he works his head around to the front of my thighs. Conscious thought has no longer has any factor in the control of my body and I roll over onto to my back to allow him full vantage of everything, anything, all of me.
I look down to discover the identity of my spiderman. Orlando.
…i know that in the morning
i will wake up in the shivering cold…
My skin is chilled in contrast to the warmth he provides. Orli is pure visceral heat, the human equivalent of lava as he continues to ease his way up my body. The look in his eyes is thoroughly primitive and I wonder how I could’ve never realized that he’s somehow more animal than human. Of course, I also never realized that there could ever be something like this between us. To think of all that wasted time. What a shame. I’m about to say as much, but am suddenly incapable of speech as his hand glides up the leg of my boxers, his fingers encircling the base of my cock.
The heat of his tongue teasing the head of my cock through the material of my boxers is indescribable. There’s no chance for me to ache for the feel of his mouth surrounding me without the barrier of fabric before he’s removing my boxers, easing them down my legs. The feel of his hands, his fingers, my clothes skating down my legs and a moment later my eyes are rolling back in my head. He consumes me.
…the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight…
His tongue is working me, flicking and licking, sending my senses reeling. Heat envelopes me and my chest is covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he sucks diligently, his fingers seeking access between my ass cheeks. Electric pulses of desire surge through my body when I feel the pressure of two fingers entering me at once. The intrusion, as welcome as it may be, causes me to involuntarily shudder and tense up.
…be still be calm be quiet now my precious
boy don't struggle like that or i will only love
you more…
“Shhh…relax. It’ll be alright.” A whimper escapes me at the loss of his mouth on my dick, of his fingers in me, but he’s positioning himself over me and I close my eyes. I’m lost, waiting.
Fucking hell! My eyes are back open in a flash and I cry out in surprise. Instead of easing himself into me as I had anticipated, I feel him slowly lowering himself upon my cock. Oh… Just when I thought my dick would never be surrounded by anything hotter than Orli’s mouth, I’m proven wrong. Every inch of me is on fire as he continues to lower himself ‘til I’m embedded to the hilt. My eyes are locked with his as he leans forward, licks my lips and whispers, “Fuck me…”
…the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight…
My hands grip his hips as I buck into him in perfect synchronization with the pace he’s set, riding me hard. Never before was any image more perfect than the sight of Orli above me, damp curls sticking to his head, eyes wild with lust, stroking himself, his lithe body twisting and gyrating in rhythms older than time. My last rational thought before succumbing to oblivion is to hope that I won’t wake in the morning to find this has only been a dream.
My release inside him is urgent and brutal and I scream from the sheer force only moments before he comes across my chest. My shudders of ecstasy and exhaustion have barely subsided when gingerly he climbs off me and lies by my side, his tongue and fingers again exploring every inch exposed to him.
…his arms are all around me
and his tongue in my eye…
Ok, so maybe not in my eye necessarily, but certainly exploring every possible crevice. He licks my chest clean then, rolling me to my side, he begins licking and tasting the slope of my back, my hip. I’m like this, quietly drifting away again, when his tongue makes one last trek up my spine and he dips in close to my ear. I can feel his smile radiate throughout the room, the warmth of his breath as he whispers in my ear, “Tomorrow…”
… the spiderman is always hungry...
*~ the end ~*
Lullaby by the cure
on candystripe legs spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly! a movement in the corner of the
room! and there is nothing i can do when i
realize with freight that the spiderman is having
me for dinner tonight
quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
arms are all around me and his tongue in my
eyes "be still be calm be quiet now my precious
boy don't struggle like that or i will only love
you more for it's much too late to get away or
turn on the light the spiderman is having you
for dinner tonight"
and i feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand
million shivering furry holes and i know that in
the morning i will wake up in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry...
Enjoy!!!
Back off to work and sleep. Too much of one, never enough of the other...
...you get me closer to God...
Actually, I have ulterior motives for posting tonight. Finished one of three works in progress a few weeks ago (not one of the biggies, but it's gotta count for something, right?), have gotten it back from Mon and made the necessary adjustments, so now.... I'm ready to post it. Yippeee for me. Geez, it's been so long, feels like the first time all over again. Here goes...
Lullaby
a work of fiction by CarrieAnne
Pairing: Orlando and your choice...
Rating: NC 17
Summary: pure sex fantasy inspired by the cure song lullaby
Thanks as always to Mon!
I’m not sure exactly how long I’d been asleep, but when I climbed into bed earlier this evening, exhausted and eagerly anticipating a full night’s sleep, you can sure as hell bet that I never expected to wake up to this.
…on candystripe legs spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead…
I never heard the sound of the door, of anyone entering my room, the soft rustle of clothes being discarded as he made his way to my bed. The first I was aware of his presence was when I felt a soft tickle across the top of my foot. An involuntary twitch on my part and a light chuckle from him and there’s still only a dim awareness in my subconscious that I’m not alone anymore.
…quietly he laughs and shaking his head
looking for the victim shivering in bed…
But sleep is still more important. I roll onto my side in an attempt make it, him, whatever, whomever go away so I can continue sleeping, but that wasn’t what he came here for. I’m what he came here for.
Firm hands caress my ankle and I’m slipping further and further away from unconsciousness, closer to a state of arousal. Those same hands slide up the front of my legs, twisting to massage the back of my knees while he climbs up my bed, up my body. Words to a song that I didn’t even know I remembered find their way into my head.
…closer now closer…
I feel his mouth replace his hands at the back of my knee. It’s a shocking sensation at first, considering only moments ago I was alone and sound asleep, but quickly I decide it’s one worth staying awake for. He laps at my skin, sucks on me, takes a small nibble or two. He tastes me, my body, my soul. He’s eating me, devouring me.
…the spiderman is having me
for dinner tonight…
Moving from the back of my knee, he works his head around to the front of my thighs. Conscious thought has no longer has any factor in the control of my body and I roll over onto to my back to allow him full vantage of everything, anything, all of me.
I look down to discover the identity of my spiderman. Orlando.
…i know that in the morning
i will wake up in the shivering cold…
My skin is chilled in contrast to the warmth he provides. Orli is pure visceral heat, the human equivalent of lava as he continues to ease his way up my body. The look in his eyes is thoroughly primitive and I wonder how I could’ve never realized that he’s somehow more animal than human. Of course, I also never realized that there could ever be something like this between us. To think of all that wasted time. What a shame. I’m about to say as much, but am suddenly incapable of speech as his hand glides up the leg of my boxers, his fingers encircling the base of my cock.
The heat of his tongue teasing the head of my cock through the material of my boxers is indescribable. There’s no chance for me to ache for the feel of his mouth surrounding me without the barrier of fabric before he’s removing my boxers, easing them down my legs. The feel of his hands, his fingers, my clothes skating down my legs and a moment later my eyes are rolling back in my head. He consumes me.
…the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight…
His tongue is working me, flicking and licking, sending my senses reeling. Heat envelopes me and my chest is covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he sucks diligently, his fingers seeking access between my ass cheeks. Electric pulses of desire surge through my body when I feel the pressure of two fingers entering me at once. The intrusion, as welcome as it may be, causes me to involuntarily shudder and tense up.
…be still be calm be quiet now my precious
boy don't struggle like that or i will only love
you more…
“Shhh…relax. It’ll be alright.” A whimper escapes me at the loss of his mouth on my dick, of his fingers in me, but he’s positioning himself over me and I close my eyes. I’m lost, waiting.
Fucking hell! My eyes are back open in a flash and I cry out in surprise. Instead of easing himself into me as I had anticipated, I feel him slowly lowering himself upon my cock. Oh… Just when I thought my dick would never be surrounded by anything hotter than Orli’s mouth, I’m proven wrong. Every inch of me is on fire as he continues to lower himself ‘til I’m embedded to the hilt. My eyes are locked with his as he leans forward, licks my lips and whispers, “Fuck me…”
…the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight…
My hands grip his hips as I buck into him in perfect synchronization with the pace he’s set, riding me hard. Never before was any image more perfect than the sight of Orli above me, damp curls sticking to his head, eyes wild with lust, stroking himself, his lithe body twisting and gyrating in rhythms older than time. My last rational thought before succumbing to oblivion is to hope that I won’t wake in the morning to find this has only been a dream.
My release inside him is urgent and brutal and I scream from the sheer force only moments before he comes across my chest. My shudders of ecstasy and exhaustion have barely subsided when gingerly he climbs off me and lies by my side, his tongue and fingers again exploring every inch exposed to him.
…his arms are all around me
and his tongue in my eye…
Ok, so maybe not in my eye necessarily, but certainly exploring every possible crevice. He licks my chest clean then, rolling me to my side, he begins licking and tasting the slope of my back, my hip. I’m like this, quietly drifting away again, when his tongue makes one last trek up my spine and he dips in close to my ear. I can feel his smile radiate throughout the room, the warmth of his breath as he whispers in my ear, “Tomorrow…”
… the spiderman is always hungry...
*~ the end ~*
Lullaby by the cure
on candystripe legs spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for the victim shivering in bed
searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
suddenly! a movement in the corner of the
room! and there is nothing i can do when i
realize with freight that the spiderman is having
me for dinner tonight
quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps
closer now closer to the foot of the bed and
softer than shadow and quicker than flies his
arms are all around me and his tongue in my
eyes "be still be calm be quiet now my precious
boy don't struggle like that or i will only love
you more for it's much too late to get away or
turn on the light the spiderman is having you
for dinner tonight"
and i feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand
million shivering furry holes and i know that in
the morning i will wake up in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry...
Enjoy!!!
Back off to work and sleep. Too much of one, never enough of the other...
...you get me closer to God...