Cannabis - Canada/Seychelles
anonymous
April 27 2009, 23:05:54 UTC
Seychelles finds Canada's marihuana stash.
kink: Sex while on a high.
"Some effects of cannabis consumption include(...)increased sensuality, increased awareness of sensation, increased libido..." Yah, you heard it. Make it HOT, anons!
It’s a warm summer afternoon when she decides to surprise him with a visit. She is not, well, conventional, in nearly any sense, so it makes sense (to her, at least) to scale the large tree on the side of his house in a skirt and blouse. A fully acceptable means of entry. Unlike most of the trees in his yard, pines, this one is a towering maple. The leaves are big and green, and the topmost branches are home to several birds’ nests
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“You first,” she tells him, “It’s yours after all.” She neglects to mention that she has no idea how to do this. He flicks open a lighter and dips the flame into the bowl, pulling on the pipe at the same time. She watches him hold his breath for a moment, smiling, then exhale strange-smelling smoke into the air. He passes her the pipe
( ... )
At first, she is apprehensive, aware that awareness is changing and is now more and less than it was before. She’s thinking not in facts and phrases but in colours and shapes, in sounds and feelings. It’s different, and a little scary.
“Just don’t fight it,” he says, holding her gaze with a flick of blond eyelashes. “Don’t try to be in control. Just let it work-I’ll be here.”
She remarks at her reactions, distantly and clinically one second, then so fully, deeply in them the next. He’s pushed her shirt up to expose her middle. When he touches her, the sensation starts off late, like her body is trying to catch up to itself. Then it washes over her all at once, like waves laughing and splashing, like the sunlight, shimmering and crawling. It echoes, she understands suddenly, each flick and press of a finger becomes another flick and press, then yet another, softer and softer and softer, rippling out from the origin, leaving warmth in its wake
( ... )
The bells are crashing together, clanging so loudly she can’t hear anything else. She is lighter than the heavy air around them, floating, hovering, in the space between him and the bed. Her eyes are wide. They let in the light so much-so brightly-and the world seems to tilt and list to the rhythm of his steady hands upon her. His lips are moving, forming words that are suddenly hard for her to understand
( ... )
Glow--Part 5 (end)
anonymous
May 4 2009, 02:04:14 UTC
Ah, and that brings the hungry, needy, crawling want back full-force. She drives back to meet him, sparks and waves of feeling racing out from where they are joined. The rhythm is irregular, now slow and rolling, now fast and sharp, it is unpredictable and strange, but it’s good, too. More than good.
It’s connection-connectedness. Feeling outside herself and within herself at once. Feeling him feeling her, amidst all the light and sound. As they move together, one of her hands finds his, and they press as one, palm to palm, finger to finger. He stills for a moment, watching the hands with her, considering every aspect of them. Not the simple, obvious things; that his hands are big and rough and fair, and hers are small and soft and dark. If she knows him, and she does, he is considering the same thing she is, how the warmth travels between their palms, mixing energy, mixing life. He is considering the texture, the shape, the metaphor, how it’s them, their hands, how it’s loveHe sighs, curling his fingers in the space between hers,
( ... )
Writer!anon... wow. I'm glad I decided to have one last look at the Fill List before going back to my studies. The way you described what they were sensing, the overall feeling of this is... it just draws you in and... makes you feel it too, if that makes any sense. And the last little part was a cute touch too.
Thanks so much for this fill! OP is too overwhelmed to write a decent comment.
Re: Glow--Part 5 (end)
anonymous
May 13 2009, 23:30:22 UTC
I cannot understand why this hasn't gotten any more reviews. You do such a good job of conveying the distorted sensory impressions and mental processes under influence here. And with that comes a lovely imagery, and sexy on top of it. Great writing here, anon <3
kink: Sex while on a high.
"Some effects of cannabis consumption include(...)increased sensuality, increased awareness of sensation, increased libido..." Yah, you heard it. Make it HOT, anons!
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“Just don’t fight it,” he says, holding her gaze with a flick of blond eyelashes. “Don’t try to be in control. Just let it work-I’ll be here.”
She remarks at her reactions, distantly and clinically one second, then so fully, deeply in them the next. He’s pushed her shirt up to expose her middle. When he touches her, the sensation starts off late, like her body is trying to catch up to itself. Then it washes over her all at once, like waves laughing and splashing, like the sunlight, shimmering and crawling. It echoes, she understands suddenly, each flick and press of a finger becomes another flick and press, then yet another, softer and softer and softer, rippling out from the origin, leaving warmth in its wake ( ... )
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It’s connection-connectedness. Feeling outside herself and within herself at once. Feeling him feeling her, amidst all the light and sound. As they move together, one of her hands finds his, and they press as one, palm to palm, finger to finger. He stills for a moment, watching the hands with her, considering every aspect of them. Not the simple, obvious things; that his hands are big and rough and fair, and hers are small and soft and dark. If she knows him, and she does, he is considering the same thing she is, how the warmth travels between their palms, mixing energy, mixing life. He is considering the texture, the shape, the metaphor, how it’s them, their hands, how it’s loveHe sighs, curling his fingers in the space between hers, ( ... )
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Thanks so much for this fill! OP is too overwhelmed to write a decent comment.
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