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Ohnoez, she's having one of her hair-brained ideas again!
So, in brief, here is the story: I just found today (at work, no less!) a free-for-the-taking vintage edition of The Joy of Sex. There is no end to how amused I am by this. And, honest-to-goodness my first thought was, "How can I use this for ficcing purposes?"
Well, the answer is right here.
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So, in brief, here is the story: I just found today (at work, no less!) a free-for-the-taking vintage edition of The Joy of Sex. There is no end to how amused I am by this. And, honest-to-goodness my first thought was, "How can I use this for ficcing purposes?"
Well, the answer is right here.
( Read more... )
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“Rose,” he said, looking up at her. She shook her head slightly, grinning wickedly as she positioned him and sank down slowly, torturously, until she was fully seated, shifting so her calves rested against his, the balls of her feet on the floor. Barely a whisper this time - “Rose.”
She lifted and settled again, arching over his chest, her mouth hanging open and eyes unfocused. A soft burst of wet heat hit his shoulder as she breathed out, disappearing just as quickly on her inhale.
Her other hand moved up, gently stroking the hairs on the back of his neck - barely touching, but moving slowly up and down in time with the rocking of their hips. Tingles ran down his spine as he exhaled into a quiet moan.
Hips rocked further back, then thrust back in - hard - pushing her breath out of her. More gently this next time, and again.
She lifted again over him, one calf unhooking from his to slide her foot along his shin - and overbalancing them in the process. His hand caught the dining room wall as he laughed, and she joined him after her split second thought of a different chair, one that rocked on bumpy landings, and the man who belonged in that chair and who was almost the same as the man underneath her.
That thought properly quashed, she wrapped her arms more fully around his back, running one up to thread her fingers in his wild hair and pull his head back to face her. He leaned up and claimed her mouth, pulling her lower lip between his and biting gently, then exploring thoroughly. He thrust again, curving his back to create a space between them. She began to arch back, to re-mold her torso to his, but his arm slid in the gap and she found she couldn’t object as he stroked her abdomen before turning his hand and sliding it down, down far enough to moisten the tip of one long finger, back up to circle once around her clit, then back up and around to caress her stomach.
She groaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss, rocking more quickly now, rising on her feet for leverage, and his hand repeated its journey, staying this time, circling and stroking, pressing down now, working to move with their thrusts, while his left hand slid up her side, sliding inward to run along the underside of her breast, curving to caress any skin that wasn’t pressed firmly against his own. She pulled her head up, half-gasping, half-moaning, right hand now gripping him for balance, fingers pressing along his ribs, left hand planted firmly between his shoulders, kneading, now nails scraping, now her fingers splayed again. His own moan - louder now - followed as she gripped his cock more firmly inside her, their hips moving faster against each other, his fingers less coordinated but still finding her clit, pressing harder, sliding more erratically.
She broke first, coming with a shout, clenching him as his head fell back. He wanted to take a moment, give her a moment to come down, but he was so close, thrusting once, again, as she bent down and quickly ran her tongue up the side of his neck, bottom teeth scraping slightly as he thrust again, holding this time, exploding into her now, moans cresting into a full yell before coming back down, both panting.
“Doctor,” she breathed down at him, no longer joined but still seated astride him. She rested her forehead against his and grinned, the backs of her fingers briefly caressing his cheek. “My Doctor.”
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How about "Appreciation" for a title? By the way love the duck! She looks just like one of the ones I photo on the weekends.
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Hmm, "Appreciation" could work. I'll keep thinking about it.
That pic was actually taken out my front window. I live in a garden-level apartment, with that window facing a little, mostly unkept garden patch, then the tiny parking lot, and then a creek, so we actually get a pretty nice variety of animals here. :-)
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You write smut like a pro - this was fantastic! Welcome to smut!land - now you've joined it, you'll never be allowed to leave *grins*
More, I say! More!
*applauds*
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Thank you so much! And I'm very happy to be here, though I really don't get much written in general. Actually, this is the first fic I've posted in several years.
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Can't have too many smut writers, I say! Welcome to the Sisterhood!
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