The Foreplay Meme.

[yohko]

THE FOREPLAY MEME


Mid-fucks, quickies, first-times, PWP intercourse. They are fantastic and certainly have their time and place, but what about what goes on before the clothes come off? Foreplay is often overlooked. Couples who continuously skip foreplay are passing up a great thing. And, let's face it: some folks are just more aroused by the idea of foreplay than sex itself. While others aren't raring to get down to it right away.

This meme is for those that prefer the build-up, the tension, wandering hands, heavy breathing—all the good stuff before the act of sex itself. That said, there is no sex in this meme. The point of it is to create the anticipation for it and once things get going, you can fade to black.


How to:
1. Post a comment with the usual info in the subject line: character name, fandom/series, and preferences. If you need to expand upon things or let people know what you don't want, include it in an OOC note in the comment box.
2. Tag around! When tagging others, create a scenario of your choosing. Some ideas are included after the cut if you can't decide. RNG 1-12 it, if you want.
3. Have fun and be excellent to each other!




1. (It's a lot like) Master & Servant — D/s. Whips and chains, cuffs, a little ownership . . . you know, that sort of thing.

2. Costumes and Roleplay — What's that? You're here to fix my drain, Mr. Plumber?

3. Get Started in Public — Sometimes, it's the atmosphere and setting that gets us in the mood. A grope beneath the dinner table. A knowing glance from across the room. Making out in the movie theater. A stroll in the park with one hell of a detour (if you know what I mean). Whatever you do, it's to be done in public and/or in the presence of others.

4. Talk to Me — Say what you're feeling, what you want your partner to do, and what you're thinking. Have some phone sex or talk dirty to each other, face to face. Discuss in vivid detail your biggest fantasy. Or leave it as a surprise voicemail message.

5. Round One Fight — Some people get turned on by combat, be it a simple spar or a heated lover's spat. Even a physical fight or degradation can get someone hot. Just don't do TOO much damage.

6. We Don't Have to Take Our Clothes Off — Dry-humping; a 100% hot and 98% safe method to turn each other on. The minus 2% is due to chafing. Anyway, dry-humping isn't your only option. Do what you want but the clothes (or most of the clothes) stay put.

7. I Love Technology — Abstinence via long distance is a thing of the past. Sort of. Texting little things like what you're wearing or what you want to do before you and your partner even see each other can conjure a whole new level of excitement. Sending pictures can too, if you're into the "sexting" thing. Then there's Skype and instant messaging . . .

8. Hand to Mouth — Touch each other. Really touch each other. Caress your partner's face, run your fingers through the hair, rub against each other or lightly tickle — whatever feels good. Work out the kinks (so to speak) with a massage. Groping is available if you're up for a more direct form of contact. You don't even have to use your hands. Your mouth is just as useful.

9. Sensory Deprivation — When you don't have your sight, other senses get turned up more—you hear more, you are more attuned to temperature changes, and sometimes even the feel of someone's breath as they get near you can sound like a crack of thunder. Now, imagine if you're deprived of another or more of your remaining four senses . . .

10. Fun with Food — Nine and a Half Weeks, anyone? Feed each other food. Dribble syrups and oils down each other's stomachs and backs. Lick cream off each other. Share wine the way it's supposed to be shared. Make things hot with some ice cubes.

11. Let's Dance — Dirty Dancing isn't just the best movie of all time, it's also a nice way to get the blood pumping. Just grind away or go for a specific but stimulating style (like Lambada) or go for something romantic and sweet as a simple embrace and sway. If you've two left feet, you can sit back and relax while your partner gives you a lapdance or a striptease. Let the music play.

12. Do what I want — Wildcard option. Your pick. Do something completely different or combine ideas. Note: the above are all ideas and are not the only options you have. They're just there to get the ball rolling, so to speak. Sky's the limit! Be creative!

Idea from this thread. Feedback through PMs welcome.

Comments

Simon | A Sex Therapist | m/m

[blownsugar]

[cakejob]

[Takerou doesn't know what Simon has planned but he still comes to the other baker's apartment once the shop was closed up for the night. Simon said it was a 'surprise' which could mean any number of things...]

Aah~? [The door's unlocked when he knocks on it, in fact it's cracked open a bit and with that Takerou catches a gentle whiff of the unmistakable scent Simon's surrounded with. It permeates his apartment just as much as it lingers around him and that reason alone is why Takerou doesn't visit as much. He invites Simon over to his place instead.

I-It was just hard to keep himself together completely surrounded by that smell!!]

Simon-![Takerou pushes open the door and enters the apartment, closing it behind him as he creeps in. The main room is empty so he tries the bedroom, only to find...]

What are you doing!?!!?!

[blownsugar]

[Simon is glad Takerou comes in when he does, since the thick cream he used to decorate his bare chest was almost in danger of melting, and it would be a shame for Takerou to miss the full strength of Simon's efforts to please him. He is just in time, though, and upon his arrival Simon smiles sunnily and beckons his lover and fellow baker over to join him on the bed.]

Takerou-san! Your timing is perfect.

[Not only are his nipples and stomach decorated with cream, but Simon has piped details in melted chocolate too (begging the question of how he was able to do that while lying in bed). He has laid out the rest of his personally prepared creams and pastes within arm's reach of the bed, the more delicate of which are kept cool in stands meant for champagne. Melted chocolate and thick honey join the assortment of fruit and nut flavors, silky and rich in the warm candle light.]

You mentioned the effect my pastries have on you, so I thought you would find it pleasant to add them to our lovemaking.

[Simon hopes he is expressing himself clearly enough to the beautifully flustered man before him.]

[cakejob]

[Simon has no need to worry. His words are clear and even if they weren’t the display he’d set up around him spoke volumes beyond that thick French accent Takerou has grudgingly come to accept as endearing. It was all too much. The candles, the pastries, the whip cream covering his chest and his stomach and his nippl-

It’s too much!

Whatever reply Simon was hoping for never came. Takerou gaped at the other man for the span of a short eternity while he felt every bit of blood in his head change directions as if someone had broken a dam in his body. Everything rushed down, right to that place and if he thought he got hard too quickly before it was nothing compared to this.]

Are you trying to kill me!?

[He knows Simon is trying to please him and in truth he outdid himself with the effort but no one has ever accused Takerou of being able to handle his feelings when it came to sex and romance calmly. Thus, the reason why Takerou takes a stumbling step back and slams the door on one of the most horrifically erotic scenes he’s ever laid eyes on. He shoves a hand down the front of his body, a vain attempt to staunch the incredible ache that had sprung up between his legs, trapped by the constraints of his pants. Embarrassing! There was nothing more embarrassing! He nearly came right there and then without anything else!]

[He also knows he’s likely confused his…lover…with his reaction and so after a few heart-pounding moments of trying to gather himself Takerou cracks open the door and peers inside through the slit created. His cheeks are hot, burning with the force of his blush and words fail him completely. What is he supposed to say?]

[blownsugar]

[Meanwhile, Simon has experienced a bewildering range of emotions. Perhaps he misjudged Takerou's preferences? Maybe surprising him wasn't the best way to go about it. Of course, Takerou is prone to exaggeration and what seems like anger, and though Simon has gotten better at interpreting his moods, it's always difficult when he introduces a new experience into the mix.

He does feel guilty about taking Takerou by surprise, though, especially knowing how easily flustered his lover is, and silently berates himself for not approaching this is a less direct manner.

Normally he would have followed Takerou out the door and talked him through his feelings, but his reluctance to ruin the cream and chocolate decorations covering his skin leaves him hesitating. Still, Takerou's happiness is more important to him than even his art, so with a sigh - more at himself for taking so long to make up his mind than any regret over his work - he fishes a tissue from the bedside table and begins to clean himself off.]

[cakejob]

[Watching Simon through the crack of the door, Takerou feels bad. It's clear that the other baker too a lot of time to prepare everything and the pastries that are sitting to the side look delicious but he hadn't been prepared. He hadn't even gotten a warning that something so powerful would be set before him! M-Maybe if he had, it would have gone a little better but Takerou isn't completely sure himself. He might have just ended up rejecting the entire notion from the get go which...

Isn't really fair is it?

He mulls, jaw clenched and face turning down while he tries to think past the insistent throb of his cock which refuses to abate. And it ends up that he takes too long with his own decision as well because when he looks up again, Simon is reaching for the tissues and brushing it over the work he'd so painstakingly created.]

What are you doing?! [Comes the question a second time. Takerou flings open the door and storms in instead of out, desperately grabbing and pulling Simon's arm away before any more damage could be done. He flushes once more when he realizes how abruptly he'd burst in, with no explanation to the sudden change of heart.]

You-...

You did all this so you can't just- [Augh. The proper words fail him completely. So he just goes for it- giving into the terrible urge that actually did cross his mind the first moment he saw Simon in all his glory on the bed.

He bends down and licks up a full line of the smeared cream and chocolate off Simon's stomach, unable to keep back the groan that thrums in back of his throat as he does so.

Simon, the chocolate, the cream- it all just tastes so heavenly.]

[blownsugar]

Takerou... [Simon's voice hitches with that first slow lick of Takerou's tongue. He was not expecting Takerou to look so... erotic. With those dark eyes lowered, and a trace of cream on his lip, and his tongue licking so near Simon's crotch, it's no wonder Simon's reaction is just as intense as Takerou's. Though he does not express it as outwardly as Takerou, Simon feels just as affected by his lover's natural charms, the sweet smell of earth and grass, the subtle taste of rice; none of Takerou's appeal is as extravagant as his reactions but Simon adores it with a passion that is equally matched.

He also adores indulging Takerou's sweet tooth, watching that gruff exterior melt for Simon's sweets and Simon's sweets alone. To know that Takerou loves his creations to the point of orgasm is flattering enough, but to have Takerou this confused and passionate and smitten with Simon himself was a discovery that changed his entire world. Takerou seems to draw pleasure from the simplest of efforts on Simon's part, which makes Simon even more eager to outdo himself.

That was where this idea came from - to take Takerou to a new level of pleasure hereto unattempted and release the full potential of Takerou's passion that he might be too shy to admit to otherwise.

Besides, Simon simply adores hearing Takerou moan like that.]

Ah- that tickles.

[cakejob]

Stay still! [Takerou admonishes, blushing fiercer if that’s even at all possible. His face feels like it’s permanently stuck in front of a hot oven that’s just open and there’s nothing but gathered steam heating his cheeks. He licks and he sucks, making absolutely sure that every decorated line that he finds on Simon’s stomach is left perfectly clean and gleaming in his wake.

And at the same time he tries to identify the brand of it. Sweet, but wonderfully bitter and so, so smooth. It’s not the sort that comes already melted, Simon must have done it himself.

He really…put a lot into this.

-which sends another heated throb through Takerou and has him closing his eyes, breathing out in a harsh pant.] Is this couverture…?

[Another lick.] …Bonnat? [Which is a French manufacture, which would make sense.]

[All his attentions had led him up to one of Simon’s nipples. Takerou stared down at the whipped mound for the span of three fluttering heartbeats before dipping down and sucking it all into his mouth, going until he found skin and the tight bud. A groan left him, he- he really doesn’t know how he’s going to last much longer with all this. Soft and half-grudging, his voice speaks up.] You taste really good, Simon.

[blownsugar]

[ Simon isn't sure if he'll last long himself, his arousal building with every stroke and caress of Takerou's tongue up the plane of his stomach. And when Takerou surrenders himself to the cream covering Simon's nipples, licking and sucking every bit off... Simon can only respond by moaning at a completely irresponsible volume, combing his fingers through Takerou's hair, and drawing him closer. ]

And you are really good with your mouth.