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2010 WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES KINK MEME
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )
That only helped make his cheeks blush darker, but he shook his head, mumbling something about being okay and having needed to go, trying as hard as he could not to look back at the stall and trying even harder than that not to picture the smirk he knew damn well was on Apolo's face right then, listening to him try not to trip over every single one of his words.
Lucky for him, he was quickly ushered to a spot where backdrop had been set up and told to stand on the X on the floor and face the camera. Questions were asked of him and he was sure he answered them, but for all the gold in Canada, he could not remember what he said. He hoped his answers at least made some sense, that the words came out in the right order. All he could think about was how one of the ridges in the plug-- and damn him for buying just that kind-- had settled itself directly over his most sensitive spot and no matter how much he tried to shift his hips or adjust his pants, nothing would move the plug even an inch. Then again, he couldn't figure out how to unclench either, so that couldn't have been helping.
And then, he realised just how evil Apolo could really be....
[Shall I continue?]
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