Steam
Intro Note: I figured everyone has had enough "creepy spooky blah blah" for a while, so I thought I'd make something fun! There were actually 2 things I wanted to post, but since this is a Myka/HG community and the other thing didn't have a damn thing to do with Myka, just HG, I figured I'd just post it in my journal. It's sure to be a ton old fashion fun for anyone who's interested. But lemme stop ranting, and let you get on to STEAM! (This one-shot really needs no introduction.)
Steam
The room lay in the cover of a steady blackness. Only two candles, sitting opposite each other on a bedside table, fight back the darkness with quiet resolution. The room is filled with warmth, perfumed by the unseen censor of lust.
Two bodies rock to a steady beat on the lone bed. Naked bodies slide and rub as the mattress squeaks and whines. Its plea falls on deaf ears. Hot breath meets with racing hearts while tender kisses follow sensual strokes. Two women entangle themselves in one another, their bodies rocking back and forth in a hypnotizing cadence.
Myka Bering has never felt so aroused. Helena G. Wells has never felt so loved.
Kisses tease the flesh. Fingers guide sinful lust. Long limber legs wrap around remarkably chiseled abs and the thighs give in to every thrusting intrusion. Again and again; back and forth; faster, harder, almost inconceivable madness in pleasure.
“Fuck...fuck...!”
Myka's muscles tighten in relent. Helena's body trembles in excitement. Their passions explode in high-shooting cascades and moans. The women bask gloriously in the devastating aftermath.
Hot sex. Cold wine. Gentle spring showers. Sweet nothings whisper from one ear to the other, with only the two candles holding witness. Steam clogs the window hanging just over the bed.
(End)
Steam
The room lay in the cover of a steady blackness. Only two candles, sitting opposite each other on a bedside table, fight back the darkness with quiet resolution. The room is filled with warmth, perfumed by the unseen censor of lust.
Two bodies rock to a steady beat on the lone bed. Naked bodies slide and rub as the mattress squeaks and whines. Its plea falls on deaf ears. Hot breath meets with racing hearts while tender kisses follow sensual strokes. Two women entangle themselves in one another, their bodies rocking back and forth in a hypnotizing cadence.
Myka Bering has never felt so aroused. Helena G. Wells has never felt so loved.
Kisses tease the flesh. Fingers guide sinful lust. Long limber legs wrap around remarkably chiseled abs and the thighs give in to every thrusting intrusion. Again and again; back and forth; faster, harder, almost inconceivable madness in pleasure.
“Fuck...fuck...!”
Myka's muscles tighten in relent. Helena's body trembles in excitement. Their passions explode in high-shooting cascades and moans. The women bask gloriously in the devastating aftermath.
Hot sex. Cold wine. Gentle spring showers. Sweet nothings whisper from one ear to the other, with only the two candles holding witness. Steam clogs the window hanging just over the bed.
(End)