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wisdomeagleBut I'm still using the Curse icon, because this is a day that will never come again. Something died last night, and something new is going to be born next year, a new fandom, with a new mythology, but there is no more Curse, no more 1918, no more heartbreak. Let's just take a moment to digest this moment, this moment when the Red Sox Nation is alive, not with hope, not with faith, but with utter delight.
One of the signs in Busch Stadium last night in the eighth inning said, "Is this heaven?"
I think it is.
But now, onto the porn-on-demand.
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dirty_diana.
[Sam/Daniel. NC-17. Bondage.]
"So when'd you learn to do this, again?"
"When I was a Guide."
"A, uh, guide?"
"That's what they call Boy Scouts in England. I was one for all of five weeks, and we learned knots."
"What were you doing in England?"
"Learning Chinese. I was nine."
"Ah... was that after...?"
"Yes. There, tight enough?"
"Well, I still have some circulation in my wrists, so I think it's fine."
"Good." Daniel examined the woman tied spread-eagle to his bedposts. She looked comfortable, and terribly sexy.
Since Sam looked terribly sexy when her hair was unwashed, she was wearing BDUs, and she was three days without sleep, Daniel attributed the sexiness more to Sam than to his amateur bondage job.
"Well, now what?" said Sam, testing her bonds experimentally.
"Now, I have my wicked way with you."
"How do you know about this, anyhow?"
"Playboy," said Daniel, moving closer to her, trying to decide which inch of her to taste first.
"We're doing something out of a girly mag? Should I be offended?"
"Ergh," said Daniel, his mouth full of Sam.
"Forget I said anything. Continue, please."
If Sam was still talking, he was doing something very wrong. Sam had drawn him a diagram, and he knew exactly which parts of her vagina were most sensitive, and he tried another steady licking pattern that was normally effective.
"Daaanial, why am I in bondage again? Aren't you supposed to be ravishing me?"
Very, very bad. Daniel, resorting to panic mode, pulled away, licked his thumb, and started massaging her clit. Good, he was getting less coherent syllables now, but still definitely English. He pulled back, started, and furrowed his brow. He hardly realized that his face was just inches away from Sam until she started struggling, pushing towards his mouth. He pulled away without thinking, and Sam groaned her disappointment. Daniel grinned wickedly, and took another long, slow swipe with his tongue, savoring the slightly salty taste of Sam. Then he licked more gently, tickling her with his tongue until finally he wasn't touching her at all. She moaned and he thought he heard her mutter please, but she was nowhere near coherent enough to be understood. Daniel smiled through a mouthful of muff.
Whenever he felt Sam start the frantic movement that meant she was nearing the threshold, he pulled away, sometimes focusing his licking on a tiny spot on her inner labia, sometimes twirling wispy blonde hairs between his fingers until Sam screamed with frustration.
He thought he heard her trying to say Daniel and please and let me come, but her voice was pitched an octave too high, and her body spoke to him. He read it like an artifact, written in a language only he understood: the language of Sam, the trickle of sweat that dripped from her navel into his mouth, the sopping wet vagina that tasted of desire, the sounds that only she could make with the very back of her throat, with the very core of her heart.
When he finally relented, made the final stroke with his tongue that made her climax around his tongue, inside his mouth, Sam's scream shattered his eardrums and his heart. Daniel untied her slowly, rubbing circulation back into sore red wrists, and thought something profound had happened, but wasn't sure what it was until Sam collapsed into his arms, knocking him over onto the bed, and kissed him deeply.
"Thank you," she murmured between kisses. "Thank you."
And forsk8eeyore.
[Willow/Tara. PG-13 (yes, I know. Shocking, isn't it?) Set S4.]
"So, there's this spell I thought we could try."
"Oh?" said Tara, and Willow wondered again why Tara's voice always shook like that when she was around Willow.
"Yes," she ventured on. "I found it on the internet? It's really nifty, actually. And we've already got everything we need."
"Oh. Well, good. That's good."
"Now, you sit here." Willow examined the page she'd printed. "And put your hand right here." Tara's eyes widened, but she obliged. "Now, move it, no, not like that, slower... keep doing that, while I start chanting. And put your other hand here... oh, that's good; I wonder if this is supposed to happen?" She squinted at her printout. "Hmm, I guess it is. Okay, now, I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to chant, so maybe I'll just, ooh, oh, wait, no, no, --no, I didn't mean stop, it's very important that you keep the energies flowing; we wouldn't want to ruin the spell."
"A-are you sure this is right?"
"Doesn't it feel right to you?"
"Well, I suppose, it's just..."
"We don't have to do this, you know. We could just, you know..."
"Talk?"
"Yeah."
"No, I really like doing sp-spells."
"Sure?"
"Ye--ohh, yes."
"I kinda didn't mention that, I'm supposed to put my hand there, and then I'm supposed to hold my head at this funny angle and..."
"You look like you're doing all the work."
"No, it's fine, and I have more experience, so... wait, no, I didn't mean that! I'm just saying, because..."
"In high school, and all. W-w-with Oz?"
"Well, I never did spells with Oz, really."
"Is thi-this right? My fingers here?"
"It seems right to me. I really like it, actually, and oh, I really like that."
"It's p-powerful. The magic."
"Like your mom?"
"Not really. My mother's magic was different. This is... this is new. I don't think, I don't think I've ever done anything like th-thi-this before."
"Me neither," whispered Willow.
"Are you scared?"
"Not with you."
"I th-thought I'd be scared. But I'm not. I feel, I mean, it feels good."
"Yeah. Magic always makes me feel so good, you know? Like I'm in control?"
"Sometimes--sometimes it's good not to be in control."
"Like what?" said Willow
"If you want to, I mean, if you lie down? I could show you, this spell that makes you lose all control, but you'll feel really, really good."
"I don't know... I mean, I really want to do that with you, but..." Tara's bottom lip started to quiver, and Willow relented. "You'll be with me the whole time?"
"Always."
"Then let's give it a try."
One of the signs in Busch Stadium last night in the eighth inning said, "Is this heaven?"
I think it is.
But now, onto the porn-on-demand.
For
dirty_diana.[Sam/Daniel. NC-17. Bondage.]
"So when'd you learn to do this, again?"
"When I was a Guide."
"A, uh, guide?"
"That's what they call Boy Scouts in England. I was one for all of five weeks, and we learned knots."
"What were you doing in England?"
"Learning Chinese. I was nine."
"Ah... was that after...?"
"Yes. There, tight enough?"
"Well, I still have some circulation in my wrists, so I think it's fine."
"Good." Daniel examined the woman tied spread-eagle to his bedposts. She looked comfortable, and terribly sexy.
Since Sam looked terribly sexy when her hair was unwashed, she was wearing BDUs, and she was three days without sleep, Daniel attributed the sexiness more to Sam than to his amateur bondage job.
"Well, now what?" said Sam, testing her bonds experimentally.
"Now, I have my wicked way with you."
"How do you know about this, anyhow?"
"Playboy," said Daniel, moving closer to her, trying to decide which inch of her to taste first.
"We're doing something out of a girly mag? Should I be offended?"
"Ergh," said Daniel, his mouth full of Sam.
"Forget I said anything. Continue, please."
If Sam was still talking, he was doing something very wrong. Sam had drawn him a diagram, and he knew exactly which parts of her vagina were most sensitive, and he tried another steady licking pattern that was normally effective.
"Daaanial, why am I in bondage again? Aren't you supposed to be ravishing me?"
Very, very bad. Daniel, resorting to panic mode, pulled away, licked his thumb, and started massaging her clit. Good, he was getting less coherent syllables now, but still definitely English. He pulled back, started, and furrowed his brow. He hardly realized that his face was just inches away from Sam until she started struggling, pushing towards his mouth. He pulled away without thinking, and Sam groaned her disappointment. Daniel grinned wickedly, and took another long, slow swipe with his tongue, savoring the slightly salty taste of Sam. Then he licked more gently, tickling her with his tongue until finally he wasn't touching her at all. She moaned and he thought he heard her mutter please, but she was nowhere near coherent enough to be understood. Daniel smiled through a mouthful of muff.
Whenever he felt Sam start the frantic movement that meant she was nearing the threshold, he pulled away, sometimes focusing his licking on a tiny spot on her inner labia, sometimes twirling wispy blonde hairs between his fingers until Sam screamed with frustration.
He thought he heard her trying to say Daniel and please and let me come, but her voice was pitched an octave too high, and her body spoke to him. He read it like an artifact, written in a language only he understood: the language of Sam, the trickle of sweat that dripped from her navel into his mouth, the sopping wet vagina that tasted of desire, the sounds that only she could make with the very back of her throat, with the very core of her heart.
When he finally relented, made the final stroke with his tongue that made her climax around his tongue, inside his mouth, Sam's scream shattered his eardrums and his heart. Daniel untied her slowly, rubbing circulation back into sore red wrists, and thought something profound had happened, but wasn't sure what it was until Sam collapsed into his arms, knocking him over onto the bed, and kissed him deeply.
"Thank you," she murmured between kisses. "Thank you."
And for
sk8eeyore.[Willow/Tara. PG-13 (yes, I know. Shocking, isn't it?) Set S4.]
"So, there's this spell I thought we could try."
"Oh?" said Tara, and Willow wondered again why Tara's voice always shook like that when she was around Willow.
"Yes," she ventured on. "I found it on the internet? It's really nifty, actually. And we've already got everything we need."
"Oh. Well, good. That's good."
"Now, you sit here." Willow examined the page she'd printed. "And put your hand right here." Tara's eyes widened, but she obliged. "Now, move it, no, not like that, slower... keep doing that, while I start chanting. And put your other hand here... oh, that's good; I wonder if this is supposed to happen?" She squinted at her printout. "Hmm, I guess it is. Okay, now, I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to chant, so maybe I'll just, ooh, oh, wait, no, no, --no, I didn't mean stop, it's very important that you keep the energies flowing; we wouldn't want to ruin the spell."
"A-are you sure this is right?"
"Doesn't it feel right to you?"
"Well, I suppose, it's just..."
"We don't have to do this, you know. We could just, you know..."
"Talk?"
"Yeah."
"No, I really like doing sp-spells."
"Sure?"
"Ye--ohh, yes."
"I kinda didn't mention that, I'm supposed to put my hand there, and then I'm supposed to hold my head at this funny angle and..."
"You look like you're doing all the work."
"No, it's fine, and I have more experience, so... wait, no, I didn't mean that! I'm just saying, because..."
"In high school, and all. W-w-with Oz?"
"Well, I never did spells with Oz, really."
"Is thi-this right? My fingers here?"
"It seems right to me. I really like it, actually, and oh, I really like that."
"It's p-powerful. The magic."
"Like your mom?"
"Not really. My mother's magic was different. This is... this is new. I don't think, I don't think I've ever done anything like th-thi-this before."
"Me neither," whispered Willow.
"Are you scared?"
"Not with you."
"I th-thought I'd be scared. But I'm not. I feel, I mean, it feels good."
"Yeah. Magic always makes me feel so good, you know? Like I'm in control?"
"Sometimes--sometimes it's good not to be in control."
"Like what?" said Willow
"If you want to, I mean, if you lie down? I could show you, this spell that makes you lose all control, but you'll feel really, really good."
"I don't know... I mean, I really want to do that with you, but..." Tara's bottom lip started to quiver, and Willow relented. "You'll be with me the whole time?"
"Always."
"Then let's give it a try."
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Date: 2004-10-28 05:51 pm (UTC)Wonderfulness. Thank you!!!
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Date: 2004-10-28 09:25 pm (UTC)You're welcome! Glad you liked.
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Date: 2004-11-13 02:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 03:34 am (UTC)Cerebral!Daniel (and cerebral!Sam and cerebral!Ford and cerebral!McKay, etc) is really just a function of cerebral!me. But glad it's still in character.
Yay bondagy fun.
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Date: 2005-09-29 02:49 am (UTC)Willow/Tara was pretty spifftastic as well.
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Date: 2005-09-29 03:03 am (UTC)