Perhaps the hot Paul Phone picture isn't appropriate. I don't know.
I'm not sure whether I should be pleased or disgusted with myself.
...surely I am too much of a prude for that.
Anyway, so, as a huge fan of Hermione in all her untapped hotness *ahem*, I signed on to a fic exchange that will remain unnamed, for anonymity's sake. Part of the criteria for this one is that sex must be present with at least some description. Why dear old virginal me offers to partake in these things I'm not quite sure, although I like to believe it's for some reason other than being so sexually-starved i'd just about rape a lamppost if it expressed interest.
So I figured that since classes start on Monday I should get started on it and hopefully finish it before Monday, so I only have to worry about one other fic exchange before I take temporary leave from this exciting world of actually writing fic that i have just discovered. So start it I did... and finish it i just did...
and oh, my god.
it's not badly written, i don't think. it'll need some editing and it'll hardly go down in history as the most intellectually stimulating, romantic, or hilariously funny piece of writing that i have produced. Definitely not.
but if you're after something that's going to make you come very hard and very quickly, just change these people's names to those of people you yourself find hot, and presto.
i think i might call this "Instant Orgasm, by teenage_hustler_and_oh_she_knows_how_to_hustle_all_right"
Perhaps I'm exaggerating, I don't know. I have a tendency to both over- and underestimate my writing. But I was writing the damn thing and I left it feeling, er, let's just say "flustered". that rarely happens when I'm writing.
I'm going to have to type it up at some point, which will involve re-reading it, which will involve me feeling both revolted at how my own writing, er, "flusters" me, and pleased at knowing that if it's evoking these reactions in me, then surely it will be quite pleasing to the recipient.
All I can say is she'd better like it.
Oh crap, I have to get it beta'd. OK, to the beta, I swear, I'm not normally this dirty-minded. Well, OK, yes I am, but most of the time I can quite effectively hide it in daggy clothes and excess kilos and the fact that i've not yet kissed a boy.
*ahem* ok, moving on now.
...surely I am too much of a prude for that.
Anyway, so, as a huge fan of Hermione in all her untapped hotness *ahem*, I signed on to a fic exchange that will remain unnamed, for anonymity's sake. Part of the criteria for this one is that sex must be present with at least some description. Why dear old virginal me offers to partake in these things I'm not quite sure, although I like to believe it's for some reason other than being so sexually-starved i'd just about rape a lamppost if it expressed interest.
So I figured that since classes start on Monday I should get started on it and hopefully finish it before Monday, so I only have to worry about one other fic exchange before I take temporary leave from this exciting world of actually writing fic that i have just discovered. So start it I did... and finish it i just did...
and oh, my god.
it's not badly written, i don't think. it'll need some editing and it'll hardly go down in history as the most intellectually stimulating, romantic, or hilariously funny piece of writing that i have produced. Definitely not.
but if you're after something that's going to make you come very hard and very quickly, just change these people's names to those of people you yourself find hot, and presto.
i think i might call this "Instant Orgasm, by teenage_hustler_and_oh_she_knows_how_to_hustle_all_right"
Perhaps I'm exaggerating, I don't know. I have a tendency to both over- and underestimate my writing. But I was writing the damn thing and I left it feeling, er, let's just say "flustered". that rarely happens when I'm writing.
I'm going to have to type it up at some point, which will involve re-reading it, which will involve me feeling both revolted at how my own writing, er, "flusters" me, and pleased at knowing that if it's evoking these reactions in me, then surely it will be quite pleasing to the recipient.
All I can say is she'd better like it.
Oh crap, I have to get it beta'd. OK, to the beta, I swear, I'm not normally this dirty-minded. Well, OK, yes I am, but most of the time I can quite effectively hide it in daggy clothes and excess kilos and the fact that i've not yet kissed a boy.
*ahem* ok, moving on now.