Post by PeroxidePirate on Feb 22, 2010 11:03:35 GMT 10
Title: Not Exactly Experienced
Rating: R
Length: about 350 words
Competitor: Buriam Tourakom
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Some things, you have to learn for yourself.
“This part...” I rested my hand on Buri's hip, studying her. “This part is new to me.”
I felt a tickle on the back of my neck, and Raoul whispered in my ear, “I'll guide you. I know what she likes.” His breath made me shiver pleasantly.
“Don't you dare,” Buri said, reaching past me to shove – ineffectively – at his massive shoulder. “She might figure out something you haven't.”
I didn't turn around, but I could hear the raised eyebrow in his mock-serious voice. “Are you criticising my technique?”
“I'm only reminding you that this is supposed to be a new experience. For all of us.” She leaned up and kissed me, rather pointedly, I thought. The mattress shifted, and the huge, warm shape behind me moved away as Raoul settled on the other side of the bed. I wasn't sure I wanted an audience, but I had agreed to this.
“Kel,” Buri said, when she released my mouth, “There's no hurry. Just take your time, and do what feels right.”
I nodded, rolling onto my side so I could really look at her. My back was to Raoul – blocking his view, maybe, but as Buri had just pointed out, this wasn't about him. I met her eyes for a second longer, then looked down. I slid my hand from her hip, across her belly, between her thighs. Fingers into her folds, trying to remember the ways I'd been touched and liked it – by her and by Raoul, earlier that night; and by other lovers, before.
She'd been the one watching, earlier, and she was ready for me now. I twisted my hand, revelling in the textures – soft and firm, smooth and rough, but all slick with moisture – that met my fingers. I took my time exploring her, enjoying it even more than I'd thought I would, as I slowly discovered the responses elicited by various movements. Gentle here, and harder there, and she was clutching at my shoulders with both hands, hard enough to bruise. I looked up for a second, to see her eyes fluttering, half-closed, and then I lowered my head.
Rating: R
Length: about 350 words
Competitor: Buriam Tourakom
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Some things, you have to learn for yourself.
“This part...” I rested my hand on Buri's hip, studying her. “This part is new to me.”
I felt a tickle on the back of my neck, and Raoul whispered in my ear, “I'll guide you. I know what she likes.” His breath made me shiver pleasantly.
“Don't you dare,” Buri said, reaching past me to shove – ineffectively – at his massive shoulder. “She might figure out something you haven't.”
I didn't turn around, but I could hear the raised eyebrow in his mock-serious voice. “Are you criticising my technique?”
“I'm only reminding you that this is supposed to be a new experience. For all of us.” She leaned up and kissed me, rather pointedly, I thought. The mattress shifted, and the huge, warm shape behind me moved away as Raoul settled on the other side of the bed. I wasn't sure I wanted an audience, but I had agreed to this.
“Kel,” Buri said, when she released my mouth, “There's no hurry. Just take your time, and do what feels right.”
I nodded, rolling onto my side so I could really look at her. My back was to Raoul – blocking his view, maybe, but as Buri had just pointed out, this wasn't about him. I met her eyes for a second longer, then looked down. I slid my hand from her hip, across her belly, between her thighs. Fingers into her folds, trying to remember the ways I'd been touched and liked it – by her and by Raoul, earlier that night; and by other lovers, before.
She'd been the one watching, earlier, and she was ready for me now. I twisted my hand, revelling in the textures – soft and firm, smooth and rough, but all slick with moisture – that met my fingers. I took my time exploring her, enjoying it even more than I'd thought I would, as I slowly discovered the responses elicited by various movements. Gentle here, and harder there, and she was clutching at my shoulders with both hands, hard enough to bruise. I looked up for a second, to see her eyes fluttering, half-closed, and then I lowered my head.