Sweet 16
Anyone else smell sulphur? Anyway...
They grow up so fast, don't they. The meme is coming of age and now considered legal in most parts of the world. (In case someone wanted to write meme/? )
We've never been very strict parents and are very proud of all our little meme's achivements. Here's a little reminder of the rules as the meme sometimes picks ( Read more... )
They grow up so fast, don't they. The meme is coming of age and now considered legal in most parts of the world. (In case someone wanted to write meme/? )
We've never been very strict parents and are very proud of all our little meme's achivements. Here's a little reminder of the rules as the meme sometimes picks ( Read more... )
It was a stupid comment that kicked Andy off. Something daft about being a cuckold, some crap remark about Ed’s ‘harem’, something so obviously sarcastic and juvenile that it wasn’t worth think about twice. But as those words hit his ear drums, suddenly Andy knew something had to be done. Just had to. For the good of humanity. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but definitely for the good of the sex. Possibly even the good of the relationship. But it definitely had to be done.
It wasn’t a plan. Plans required foresight, consideration, some planning. The nearest Andy’d got to planning was buying new handcuffs, and they could’ve been for anything, not specifically for.. It wasn’t like he’d never tied Ed up before, was it? And everyone said to get Ed to listen to you, you probably had to have his balls in a vice ( ... )
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Ed, pinned to the sofa, began pawing at Andy’s shirt, but Andy slapped his hands away. He wound his fingers into Ed’s hair, pulling Ed’s mouth to meet his, biting hard on his bottom lip. Then he started whispering. Ed keened, kissing Andy’s shirt because that was the only thing he could reach of Andy, who yanked Ed’s head down, all the better to rasp into his ear explicit and tantalising threats and promises.
“Don’t ever call us a harem again, Ed. Ever. We’re not your property, I’m not your bitch or gimp. Don’t make me demonstrate that.” Andy tilted his head, his well-practiced ‘you’re in trouble’ voice coming as naturally as his ‘I’m right and the Tories are evil ( ... )
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It was so mesmerising, it took Ed a while to remember that not both his hands were tied (unusually. Andy liked his hogties). He watched his lovers, utterly devoted to each other, and so devoted to him that they’d be within 20 feet of him, that they’d ever let him sleep between them, that they’d even share his oxygen (inferiority complex well exercised. It was no wonder he enjoyed Andy punishing him so much)… It was all too much. Ed was almost on the verge of ( ... )
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“You’re being cruel now,” She said with just the tiniest hint that she liked it. Ed finished cleaning himself up with his boxers, looked up at her like she was bringing rain after a drought.
“He’s been very patient,” Andy agreed, although there was a note of reluctance in his voice (kinky bastard, Ed thought, longingly). Andy forced himself off the bed away from her, like he was fighting a magnetic force.
He removed Ed’s gag first.
“You total bastard. You shit… fucker.”
“Insulting me before I’ve unlocked you. Let’s see how well that goes,” Andy made to get up, but Yvette stopped him with a glare and a sternly whispered Andy.
“Listen. I meant what I said so you’d better get it into your thick skull: I love you both, which means I love Yvette as well as you. And you will understand that, even if I have to cuff you every bloody night. Okay?” Ed thought ( ... )
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I'd sort of forgotten I'd prompted this, but I'm so glad you wrote it. I love Cornballs so much and this is incredibly hot and lovely...it's never just about the sex with these three, however amazing the sex is. Thanks again!
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It's fantastic - wonderfully written, incredibly hot, just fucking amazing work.
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