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ds_flashfictionhuh? who knew that this 'threesome' challenge would turn into a personal journey of introspective self-examination? but it has. apparently, i have a thing. but enjoy yourselves anyway.
His eyes met hers, and then she ducked her head and turned away. Was she being coy? Shy? Uninterested? He narrowed his eyes and stalked towards her, knowing he would soon find out.
He cornered her by the couch and moved into her personal space, staring intently. Oh, yeah. He could feel the heat, the need, pouring off of her. Hell, he could smell it on her. Oh, yeah. She wanted it.
No time like the present. He caught her eye and cocked his head at the couch, his unspoken question apparent. In response, she got on the couch, and then, on all fours, looked at him over her shoulder, her glance hot and searing.
In a flash he was up behind her, draped across her back. He teased her for a moment, his tongue barely circling her ear, as he imagined how good it was going to be; how tight, how hot, how wet she’d feel. Then, just as he shifted his hips to fuck her from behind like the bitch that she was, his ears were assailed by the screeching voice of Francesca Vecchio.
“EEEWWW! Bad, Dief, bad Ante! Not on Ray’s couch! Bad, bad dogs!” And just like that, the object of his affections was cruelly torn from him, and locked in the inner sanctum of Ray’s bedroom.
Dief rolled on his back, paws in the air, completely defeated. From across the room, like burning coals on the fire of his humiliation, he could hear the derisive laughter of his mortal enemy the turtle.
Someday, Dief vowed, someday. . .
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His eyes met hers, and then she ducked her head and turned away. Was she being coy? Shy? Uninterested? He narrowed his eyes and stalked towards her, knowing he would soon find out.
He cornered her by the couch and moved into her personal space, staring intently. Oh, yeah. He could feel the heat, the need, pouring off of her. Hell, he could smell it on her. Oh, yeah. She wanted it.
No time like the present. He caught her eye and cocked his head at the couch, his unspoken question apparent. In response, she got on the couch, and then, on all fours, looked at him over her shoulder, her glance hot and searing.
In a flash he was up behind her, draped across her back. He teased her for a moment, his tongue barely circling her ear, as he imagined how good it was going to be; how tight, how hot, how wet she’d feel. Then, just as he shifted his hips to fuck her from behind like the bitch that she was, his ears were assailed by the screeching voice of Francesca Vecchio.
“EEEWWW! Bad, Dief, bad Ante! Not on Ray’s couch! Bad, bad dogs!” And just like that, the object of his affections was cruelly torn from him, and locked in the inner sanctum of Ray’s bedroom.
Dief rolled on his back, paws in the air, completely defeated. From across the room, like burning coals on the fire of his humiliation, he could hear the derisive laughter of his mortal enemy the turtle.
Someday, Dief vowed, someday. . .
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Date: 2003-05-27 01:22 pm (UTC)That turtle is going to get it...poor Dief! BWAHAHAHA!!!!
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Date: 2003-05-27 01:38 pm (UTC)(which has happened to me many times since the inception of this list!)
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Date: 2003-05-27 02:40 pm (UTC)but it's F/R/T, no dief. that's okay, right?
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Date: 2003-05-27 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-27 02:55 pm (UTC)either one seems plausible. ^__^
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Date: 2003-05-27 03:01 pm (UTC)hee! that was fun!
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Date: 2003-05-27 03:15 pm (UTC)they just have that look to them.
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Date: 2003-05-27 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-27 06:25 pm (UTC)(IMHO)
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Date: 2003-05-27 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-27 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-27 06:23 pm (UTC)as long as you're actually commenting you can spell things any way you want!
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Date: 2003-05-27 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-27 08:50 pm (UTC)i thought that was really funny; but then, i amuse easily. ^___^
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Date: 2003-05-28 03:22 am (UTC)The best of which is...BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Date: 2003-05-28 08:17 am (UTC)thanks!
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Date: 2003-05-28 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-28 08:24 am (UTC)people are staring at me funny...
i think i made weird noises without realising...
he could hear the derisive laughter of his mortal enemy the turtle.
but how could i not!?
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Date: 2003-05-28 08:38 am (UTC)i mean, could you 'do it' with a turtle watching? i don't think so!
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Date: 2003-05-28 08:56 am (UTC)i had a turtle. once upon a time...
actually had TWO turtles. one died. replaced the other with a tiny cute one...
the big one bit off the lil' one's head...
so yeah, i guess turtles are evil...
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Date: 2003-05-29 09:30 pm (UTC)Karen