Shenanigans
Sep. 20th, 2010 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
switchkitty78I one hundred percent get the meaning of "living in sin" right now. Kittyboy and I have been doing it for going on three weeks now, and sinning has been rampant from day one. No, really. My first memory of being here after the whirlwind of boxes and furniture was us hanging stuff in our improbably large closet together and him just squeezing behind me, reaching around, slipping his hand down my pants and fingering me until my knees and a couple other bits of anatomy melted out from under me. I have this vague flash of the wooden rail biting into my hands as I gripped it, and later sitting against the closet door panting "these were clean pants..." as I recovered and him just smirking. As he does. Infuriatingly well.
The leashes seem to be coming off with out own space; he's gotten... vocal... in the past few weeks and I love every delightfully filthy horrible thing that falls out of his mouth and into my ear right before he closes his too-sharp teeth on the lobe, the growl deep in his throat when he's biting mine, and sweetest and rarest of all, a little while back he let out this lovely little thing somewhere between a moan and sigh as he came deep in my ass that echoed in my head for a day and a half afterward and made me wet every time I thought of it for days after that. And then there's things like tonight, where I playfully sent him an IM saying I was going to come into his den and suck his cock, and I did, for a good long half an hour. It ended with both of us in the hallway, me bent over the landing with my pants around my ankles, him braced against the wall, fucking me hard.
Pff. And to think some people think that living in sin is a bad thing. Clearly they've never tried it.
The leashes seem to be coming off with out own space; he's gotten... vocal... in the past few weeks and I love every delightfully filthy horrible thing that falls out of his mouth and into my ear right before he closes his too-sharp teeth on the lobe, the growl deep in his throat when he's biting mine, and sweetest and rarest of all, a little while back he let out this lovely little thing somewhere between a moan and sigh as he came deep in my ass that echoed in my head for a day and a half afterward and made me wet every time I thought of it for days after that. And then there's things like tonight, where I playfully sent him an IM saying I was going to come into his den and suck his cock, and I did, for a good long half an hour. It ended with both of us in the hallway, me bent over the landing with my pants around my ankles, him braced against the wall, fucking me hard.
Pff. And to think some people think that living in sin is a bad thing. Clearly they've never tried it.
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Date: 2010-09-21 02:53 pm (UTC)