Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension)
Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension) IS A GOTo join the battle, all you need to do is pick a prompt (any prompt, even if it's your own) and write the porniest bit of fiction you can, or make the hottest manip or painting or vid or song. Make it as kinky or as subtle as you like, but make it hot, melt your readers, create a stampede to all the ( Read more... )
Fred's trying to be friendly. Faith is being flirtatious, without trying too hard. The conversation between them was stuttered, awkward. Too many pauses. Too many times Fred smiled and tried to pretend Faith didn't just imply what she just did. Wesley watched them, teetering on the edge of tension, and didn't know if he wanted to rush in and protect Fred, or to stay back and... watch.
He went out into the night with Faith, and Fred stayed behind at the computer. Irrationally, he hated himself for it. It wasn't his choice to make, but it still felt like one. And now Faith's prowling in the darkness, him always a few steps behind, and he's looking at her leather jacket and the image in his mind is Fred in a light summer dress. Floral print, tiny flowers. He doesn't even know if she owns any such garment, but his brain doesn't seem to care.
Faith had hurt him more than he thought was humanly possible. Fred too, before they were together, but then she was soft, tender. He thinks about what Faith could do to Fred and his gut tightens, a pain rising in his throat, fear. He thinks about what Fred would do to Faith. For Faith. Be soft with her, tender. It's an insane thought and one he thinks he should shun. It's not an image he should entertain, he knows.
"I'll just pop in that alley, check it out, yeah?" Faith says. "You wait here. I'll shout if I need you."
He moves to the side of the building, waits for her in the shadows and she disappears in the night. He leans his head back against the cold, probably filthy wall.
He can see Fred's smile, like a soft, warm light. In his mind, she's wearing the same lipstick as Faith. He wonders what that would taste like on her. His hand strays to the front of his trousers. He tries not to think about Faith with her top off, shameless, proud of her breasts, strutting before him.
He tries not to think about Faith's breasts pressing against Fred's smaller ones. Tries not to think about her dark hair brushing over his girlfriend's face, shoulders. Tries very hard not to picture Faith sliding downwards, her lips, painted red, closing around Fred's small, pink nipple, Fred's gasp...
"Nothing there too," Faith says and he opens his eyes in shock and quickly moves his hand away and hopes she didn't see it. If she had, she makes no sign, has no sardonic comment for him. He's grateful for that, in a way. She continues down the street, a lone figure in dark clothes under the light of the full moon. He follows her, a few steps behind.
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That was fantastic. I love the forbidden thoughts, and how this stays in character. Steamy and plausible, with great imagery.
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Thank you. And, poor poor Wes.
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I think at the end of the day, the boy turned out to have quite a few good watcher traits.
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Thank you :)
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I hope you don't mind if I include this on a master listing off all prompts with Faith to be posted over at facets_of_faith?
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I don't mind. I made three Faith pieces in this round.
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I'll make sure I catch all three.
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