dark_kana (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dark_kana) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rainbowfic2014-09-28 12:02 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2014-09-28 12:02 pm
Entry tags:
Ivory Lace 19 - Lust 10
Name: Kana
Title: Thinking of you
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Ivory Lace 19: phone sex – Lust 10. hormones
Word count: 314
Rating: R
Warnings: Masturbation
Summary: Freya thinking of Nick
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
She’s lying in her bed. Alone. Her hand – almost unconsciously – starts stoking her breasts. Slowly she lets her hand travel down, slipping beneath her boxer shorts. Fingers gently stroking her clitoris.
She closes her eyes when she starts circling it. Sighing softly at the familiar tingle of pleasure that is beginning to build.
She calls up his image in her head when she starts circling her entrance. A soft moan when she lets her finger enter herself. “Oh, Nick…”
Shifting a little, pulling up one leg, stretching the other, so she has better access.
Her back arches a little when she picks up a rhythm. Biting her lip when she adds a second finger. Her free hand wanders over her body. Going from her face, over her lips, her throat, her chest. Pausing a little to play with her nipples. Before moving further, going between her breasts, grace the scar beneath it, to continue its path downwards, over her belly, going to her tight, her upper leg, to eventually coming back up, touching her clitoris while her other fingers are still moving in and out of her. Her hips have picked up the rhythm and she is only thinking about him. About his hands caressing her, his fingers playing with her nipples and entering her, his mouth kissing her and his tongue driving her crazy in many ways. About him entering her, slowly or in a swift move. About him groaning a little when he’s buried inside her. About him making love to her. His face so clear before her, in her mind’s eye. Gasping she moans his name when she comes. Shuddering from pleasure, she imagines how she curls up at his side, his arm around her, holding her. A soft whisper and a thought, before she falls asleep: “I love you Nick.” And perhaps next time, call him when you do this…
Title: Thinking of you
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Ivory Lace 19: phone sex – Lust 10. hormones
Word count: 314
Rating: R
Warnings: Masturbation
Summary: Freya thinking of Nick
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
She’s lying in her bed. Alone. Her hand – almost unconsciously – starts stoking her breasts. Slowly she lets her hand travel down, slipping beneath her boxer shorts. Fingers gently stroking her clitoris.
She closes her eyes when she starts circling it. Sighing softly at the familiar tingle of pleasure that is beginning to build.
She calls up his image in her head when she starts circling her entrance. A soft moan when she lets her finger enter herself. “Oh, Nick…”
Shifting a little, pulling up one leg, stretching the other, so she has better access.
Her back arches a little when she picks up a rhythm. Biting her lip when she adds a second finger. Her free hand wanders over her body. Going from her face, over her lips, her throat, her chest. Pausing a little to play with her nipples. Before moving further, going between her breasts, grace the scar beneath it, to continue its path downwards, over her belly, going to her tight, her upper leg, to eventually coming back up, touching her clitoris while her other fingers are still moving in and out of her. Her hips have picked up the rhythm and she is only thinking about him. About his hands caressing her, his fingers playing with her nipples and entering her, his mouth kissing her and his tongue driving her crazy in many ways. About him entering her, slowly or in a swift move. About him groaning a little when he’s buried inside her. About him making love to her. His face so clear before her, in her mind’s eye. Gasping she moans his name when she comes. Shuddering from pleasure, she imagines how she curls up at his side, his arm around her, holding her. A soft whisper and a thought, before she falls asleep: “I love you Nick.” And perhaps next time, call him when you do this…
no subject
no subject
I'm always uncertain when I write such things
no subject
no subject