China/England. Victorian era. Sex while they both get high on opium. I like frottage, hand jobs, blow jobs, but please no anal.England’s belly was full of home-made cider. His teeth felt like they were going to dissolve. The dock workers had been fascinated by him, by how much an ‘old toff’ could take, so they’d kept on filling him up. He stumbled through the parts of London that were no cleaner than a cesspool, out of the range of the gutters and windows. His mind was adrift from far more than the alcohol. His people spread their influence in a fine nebula, while he tried to remain insular. There were too many nations he couldn’t trust himself around. He’d see them again in another hundred years or two, when all of this had passed. For now, he had the dockers and the miners for company. They didn’t mind him so long as he kept tossing coins in their direction and he
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[Part 10] Poppy Seeds - China/England - 2/?
anonymous
April 26 2010, 19:58:58 UTC
“Not like this one. He wasn’t a docker or anything ‘cause he was too clean. He had big eyes and they weren’t squinty at all like my da says they are and he smelled nice and he said he never eats cats. He gave me coins too but they were funny-looking.”
“He spoke English? What did he look like?”
“He was,” the boy lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Handsome. But he was short for a grown-up. He let me touch his sleeves. I’ve never felt silk before
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[Part 10] Poppy Seeds - China/England - 6/?
anonymous
April 28 2010, 01:33:05 UTC
China half-turned, so that his back was facing England. England shuffled closer to him. He placed a finger between China's shoulder blades. The tip pinned the silks to his back like a dart. He dragged his finger down China's spine. China jerked away. He tucked his head into his chest and refused to look at England. England cupped his chin in his hand and pulled his face toward him. He was blushing, brightly. He tugged his chin away once England had a good eyeful of his expression. England touched his hair, it flashed blue-black even in the dim candlelight. He pulled it out of its tie so it spilled across the back of China's neck. China's shoulders tensed. He clutched his collar closed. England placed his palm over his cheek and gently persuaded his face back toward him
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China/England. Victorian era. Sex while they both get high on opium. I like frottage, hand jobs, blow jobs, but please no anal.England’s belly was full of home-made cider. His teeth felt like they were going to dissolve. The dock workers had been fascinated by him, by how much an ‘old toff’ could take, so they’d kept on filling him up. He stumbled through the parts of London that were no cleaner than a cesspool, out of the range of the gutters and windows. His mind was adrift from far more than the alcohol. His people spread their influence in a fine nebula, while he tried to remain insular. There were too many nations he couldn’t trust himself around. He’d see them again in another hundred years or two, when all of this had passed. For now, he had the dockers and the miners for company. They didn’t mind him so long as he kept tossing coins in their direction and he ( ... )
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“He spoke English? What did he look like?”
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I like how you're making it degrading instead of happy high times too, because if you consider it is pretty messed up.
Great job, I'll look forward to reading more!
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There is more, just it's taking me forever to type things up recently.
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Damn it, self!
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