Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

[simplememes]

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

1. Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
2. Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
3. Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
4. Keep going and finish the act.
5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
6. Have fun!

Comments

[oblate]

"A complaint."

He acknowledged her protest in that way, and by releasing her breasts at once. They trembled gorgeously as they slipped from his fingers. His hands enclosed her waist, smoothing down her belly and hips. He had to bend to reach her thighs, and his throat came close to her shoulder, his cheek to her cheek.

He urged her to spread her legs with his prickly fingertips and nails.

"Do you find me objectionable? Tell me. Which one of the cardinals would you prefer?"

The men on the other side of the glass ranged from the late fifties to some innumerable number of years - ninety, one hundred and change. Their elderly limbs propped upon the armrests of gilt chairs, their jowls set and liver-spotted as they watched Seymour manipulate C.C.'s smooth white limbs. His grip on her became forceful - she would have no choice but to spread, and his large hand circled her right thigh and pulled it up high, higher.

He, broad in his luxurious silk robes, would have no trouble managing her weight as he opened her for the delectation of the audience.

[lostcolor]

The pricks from his nails didn't hurt, but she could feel them distinctly. She didn't need to be reminded this way, too, that she was naked and defenseless. It was annoying how Seymour was being confident and nonchalant. It didn't let her get much of a read on him. Maybe it wouldn't help her one bit, but C.C. was floundering in her brain. This was a lot to deal with at once.

She closed her eyes but didn't resist as he pulled her legs apart. She fidgeted and rolled her shoulders. The size difference between them was uncomfortable. C.C. was like a little mannequin to him, and of course it was objectionable. That part of it wasn't something she wanted to but into words. Normally it was very easy for her to quip, but nothing about this scenario was normal.

"Wouldn't one of them be easier to entertain? Besides, the correct time to offer the choice would have been before you started to touch me."

She tossed her hair and looked over towards am empty corner of the room. They wouldn't just be easier to entertain; they would be easier to manipulate or deal with in some other way. But Seymour's dangerous air was as much a draw to her as it was a caution. One of her weaknesses.