09 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Brighton Walsh @WriteAsRain_ vs Kate Lowell @Kate_Lowell #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231 Tessa Ever After – Brighton Walsh

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This girl makes me lose my goddamn mind. Makes me forget every rational thought I’ve ever had. Makes me forget about everything but what she looks like under me, what she feels like gripping me, what she sounds like when she calls out my name.

I grab a condom and roll it down my cock, groaning at the sight in front of me. Tessa’s on the bed, just like how I wanted her. Facedown, ass up, looking back at me with heavy, lust-filled eyes, and I fucking love that I’m the one she’s looking at like that. That, despite whatever bullshit her brother fed her, I’m still the one she wants.

Climbing on the bed, I straddle her thighs again, holding her hip with one hand and guiding myself to her with the other. I push forward, watching how she opens around me, how she swallows my cock whole, and I can’t stop the groan when I look up at her face and see the reflection of hunger there.

I want to pound into her, fuck her so hard she forgets her own name. Forgets every other man who’s had the pleasure of knowing her this way. Until she remembers only me. Until she wants only me.

“Do you know how perfect you feel around me?” I slide nearly all the way out, then push into her deep and slow, watching with satisfaction as Tessa grips the comforter tighter in her hands. She lifts her ass higher, silently begging me for something more. “You need it deeper, baby?”

I smile at her answering groan and grip her ass, lifting up and opening her as wide as I can with her legs pressed together. Then I repeat the slow, deep slide, pushing in as far as I can go and listening for her answering gasp. When she gives it to me, I move faster, thrusting into her with enough force to move her forward on the bed. Reaching up, I grab her hand and pull it away from the bedding, not stopping until it’s behind her back, her body twisted under me, her breasts bouncing with each forward thrust of my hips. Her face is slack, her lips parted and her eyes fluttering closed at every push into her. Holding her wrist with one hand, I slide the other to her mouth, brushing my finger against her lip.

“Open up, baby. Suck it.”

She complies immediately, her mouth opening to accept my finger, her tongue slipping out to brush over the tip. I groan as the soft, warm wetness of her mouth surrounds my finger, pumping my hips into her faster, harder, not able to control myself anymore. Pulling my finger from her mouth, I trail it down her chest to her exposed breast, swirling the wetness around her nipple, and smile when she moans, her eyes fluttering closed, her pussy pulsing around me.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Give me another.”

Tessa’s always been beautiful—even before I accepted this pull toward her—but now? Here, tonight, when she’s laid out in front of me, her mouth open on gasps from feeling me inside her, her eyes locked on me as I push her exactly where she needs to go?

It’s too much, and when she lets out a choked gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head as she comes around me, I let go and fall with her.

cooltext129750505189949Flesh Market – Kate Lowell

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FM practice 3 copyJulian stood at the door for a moment, one hand still on the panel, his head bowed. Then he gave Leo an odd look and walked back across the room. He stared at Leo for another minute, the silence tightening down around them.

“You should try to go to sleep again,” Leo told him.

“I’m not interested in sleep.” Julian trailed the fingers of one hand delicately over Leo’s cheek. “I’m interested in you.”

Leo bolted to his feet. He tried to speak, to say anything, only to find himself frozen in the intensity of Julian’s gaze.

Julian appeared to take his silence for acquiescence. He closed the space between them and placed both hands flat on Leo’s chest. Not a sound out of him, though his eyes spoke volumes. Then slowly, deliberately, he slid his hands up Leo’s chest and undid Leo’s tie, never looking away.

It wasn’t right…professional, whatever. This was something they should be figuring out after the operation was over, not while they were in the middle of it, with everything–including their lives–to lose. If he let Julian, if he agreed…

Leo wasn’t sure he could allow Julian to keep taking the risks he had been, not with Leo’s heart losing ground with every touch and meeting of eyes. Except…the success of the operation depended on Julian taking those risks. And there were more people involved than just the two of them.

Leo attempted to stop him, clasping his hands gently and pulling them away.

With a twist of his wrists, Julian escaped Leo’s grasp, then caught his hands and squeezed. “No.”  He paused. “Unless you don’t want this. I don’t think I’m wrong, though.” His eyes were wide, pupils blown, and the weight of his attention made it hard for Leo to breathe. Time stretched while Leo tried to organize a mind suddenly shattered by possibility.

Julian’s fingers shifted against Leo’s palms, the soft touch almost painful in its promise. “We’re here; we’re safe; we have the rest of the night. I want you.”

And those words completed Leo’s destruction. He closed his eyes and shuddered.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Stop me if I’m wrong. I won’t push it again.”

He felt himself released and then warm hands cupped his jaw. Leo turned his face into Julian’s palm, eyes still closed, revelling in the man’s touch. “Yes. I’m a fool, but yes.”

Julian kissed him gently. “Not a fool. Or we both are. I don’t care.”

Leo’s body protested when Julian took a step back and dropped his hand from Leo’s cheek. He opened his eyes and stared at Julian, part in betrayal, part in pure lust.

“Oh, fuck this.” Julian leapt at him, hands clasping Leo’s head, mouth open greedily, taking what Leo was too confused to offer. They landed on the couch with enough force that the heavy furniture jerked and slid across the polished wood. Then Julian was tearing at Leo’s clothes and his own, seemingly unable to decide who needed to be naked first.

With the first touch of Julian’s hands on Leo’s naked chest, his resolve crumbled. No, not crumbled—it was shattered, not a stone left. Vanquished. Kind of like Leo’s heart. He wished this was something more than just stress and fear and work, even as he began tearing at his clothes with the same frantic need as Julian.

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