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essene_backupJust finished watching Secondhand Lions.
A badly written movie with an interesting premise and guess who was in it? Christian Kane. He played the young Robert Duvall--no speaking part, save one line. And Eric Balfour.
I'm tellin' ya. These Whedonverse people. They get around.
And whoooo!!! Today has been a total smutfest for me! I finished the Ballet (S/X/B) series. Wanna see?
Do ya?
Well....?
Of course you do!
Parts One and Two: Position of the Feet and Port de Bras"
Ballet: The Arabesques
First Arabesque
Naked and pale. Those were the first thoughts. The second: not really doing push-ups, shoulda known. They were together on the bed, and the wide rippling spread of Spike’s back was pumping into Buffy. His best friend. The girl he’d always dreamed of. Before Anya, after Anya, hell, during Anya. And then her eyes were on him and slow smile crept across her wanton face. Then his head was turning and those fierce baby blues were boring through him, a feral grin spreading full lips wide, stretching skin over sharp cheekbones. All the breath left his body and all the blood rushed to his cock. The fact that they just stared at him and never dropped a beat in their debauched tempo mesmerized him. His hand never made it to his jeans. He shot in his pants like he was 15 again. Only this time it wasn’t linoleum making him hard.
Second Arabesque
Mindblowing. That’s what it all was. She tasted like...well...sex. Moist, heated, plump, tangy spice. The closest he could come was a ripe peach, or possibly a tart raspberry. He was sure he’d come away with some kind of stain on his mouth, branding him for all the world to see: “I’ve eaten out Buffy Summers.” She arched up at him when he danced his tongue just...there, the left side of her clit, like he was trying to worm his way into her hood. Her legs ran haphazardly over his back, the silk of her calf giving way to the scratch of her toenails, and all of it punctuated by her breathy sighs and moans and half-sobs. If he tore his eyes away from her swollen flesh, he could see Spike suckling the rosy tips of her breasts, sometimes devouring the entire small globe, sometimes just pulling her nipple taut between his teeth, alternating his affection between each full mound. She let her liquid flow with a scream when he stuck his fingers into her and found the spongy bundle of nerves on the top of her juicing cavity, massaging it relentlessly as he sucked her clit like a babe at the bottle, and Spike doing everything in his power to summon milk from her tiny breasts. They held her open to their onslaught, thrashing and screaming and coming until she convulsed and passed out. He raised his shining face and returned Spike's knowing nod.
Third Arabesque
Buffy rose and fell on him, and he tried desperately to stay calm, to avoid thinking about the amazing feeling of each and every rippling muscle that gripped him as she worked herself on him. And then she fell back, bending his cock at what should be an unnatural angle, but which only served to increase the depth of feeling shuddering through his groin. Sure hands bent up his legs and pushed them apart. A cool prodding finger slicked its way into his asshole and he felt a new and almost blinding lust as Spike replaced the finger and breached him. It was something that made his head spin. The slayer working him from above and the vampire working him from below, or maybe that should be “from the inside”. Didn’t make a difference anyway, weren’t those his brains shooting out his cock and into Buffy?
Fourth Arabesque
It was never like this. Granted, he’d only been with two girls—well, three now--but it had never been like this. The brutal, almost painful pop as his cockhead forced its way past the tight ring of Spike’s ass; the cool, slick, silken sheath that molded itself to his prick, the agonizing drag of that guardian muscle as he pulled out and thrust back in. So different. So amazingly good. Lean muscle stretched taught and hard beneath him, not the soft, giving flesh he was accustomed to. And the eyes. It was the burn in those blue eyes that was flaying him alive. The parted lips, the lifting hips, the way Spike was telling him in every measure that this was as good for him as it felt to Xander. He felt Spike’s cock painting wet paths on his abs as he seesawed in and out. A flicker caught his eye and he thought he’d explode then and there as he saw Buffy working herself to the sight of the two men together. Legs up and splayed in an imitation of Spike's current position, delicate fingers playing with her nipples and clit. He leaned slightly and sucked a full red lip into his mouth, head spinning at the abandon with which she returned his kiss. Then he felt a small hand work its way between the two of them, slicking itself in the pre-come on Xander’s belly. Xander plundered Buffy’s mouth as she fisted Spike while he rasped his prick in and out of the vampire’s ass. They tensed as one being and released their passion in a joint shudder.
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mmm_smut because it fulfills the current challenge: threesomes.
Why don't y'all try out a threesome of your very own? They're soooooo pretty.
A badly written movie with an interesting premise and guess who was in it? Christian Kane. He played the young Robert Duvall--no speaking part, save one line. And Eric Balfour.
I'm tellin' ya. These Whedonverse people. They get around.
And whoooo!!! Today has been a total smutfest for me! I finished the Ballet (S/X/B) series. Wanna see?
Do ya?
Well....?
Of course you do!
Parts One and Two: Position of the Feet and Port de Bras"
Ballet: The Arabesques
First Arabesque
Naked and pale. Those were the first thoughts. The second: not really doing push-ups, shoulda known. They were together on the bed, and the wide rippling spread of Spike’s back was pumping into Buffy. His best friend. The girl he’d always dreamed of. Before Anya, after Anya, hell, during Anya. And then her eyes were on him and slow smile crept across her wanton face. Then his head was turning and those fierce baby blues were boring through him, a feral grin spreading full lips wide, stretching skin over sharp cheekbones. All the breath left his body and all the blood rushed to his cock. The fact that they just stared at him and never dropped a beat in their debauched tempo mesmerized him. His hand never made it to his jeans. He shot in his pants like he was 15 again. Only this time it wasn’t linoleum making him hard.
Second Arabesque
Mindblowing. That’s what it all was. She tasted like...well...sex. Moist, heated, plump, tangy spice. The closest he could come was a ripe peach, or possibly a tart raspberry. He was sure he’d come away with some kind of stain on his mouth, branding him for all the world to see: “I’ve eaten out Buffy Summers.” She arched up at him when he danced his tongue just...there, the left side of her clit, like he was trying to worm his way into her hood. Her legs ran haphazardly over his back, the silk of her calf giving way to the scratch of her toenails, and all of it punctuated by her breathy sighs and moans and half-sobs. If he tore his eyes away from her swollen flesh, he could see Spike suckling the rosy tips of her breasts, sometimes devouring the entire small globe, sometimes just pulling her nipple taut between his teeth, alternating his affection between each full mound. She let her liquid flow with a scream when he stuck his fingers into her and found the spongy bundle of nerves on the top of her juicing cavity, massaging it relentlessly as he sucked her clit like a babe at the bottle, and Spike doing everything in his power to summon milk from her tiny breasts. They held her open to their onslaught, thrashing and screaming and coming until she convulsed and passed out. He raised his shining face and returned Spike's knowing nod.
Third Arabesque
Buffy rose and fell on him, and he tried desperately to stay calm, to avoid thinking about the amazing feeling of each and every rippling muscle that gripped him as she worked herself on him. And then she fell back, bending his cock at what should be an unnatural angle, but which only served to increase the depth of feeling shuddering through his groin. Sure hands bent up his legs and pushed them apart. A cool prodding finger slicked its way into his asshole and he felt a new and almost blinding lust as Spike replaced the finger and breached him. It was something that made his head spin. The slayer working him from above and the vampire working him from below, or maybe that should be “from the inside”. Didn’t make a difference anyway, weren’t those his brains shooting out his cock and into Buffy?
Fourth Arabesque
It was never like this. Granted, he’d only been with two girls—well, three now--but it had never been like this. The brutal, almost painful pop as his cockhead forced its way past the tight ring of Spike’s ass; the cool, slick, silken sheath that molded itself to his prick, the agonizing drag of that guardian muscle as he pulled out and thrust back in. So different. So amazingly good. Lean muscle stretched taught and hard beneath him, not the soft, giving flesh he was accustomed to. And the eyes. It was the burn in those blue eyes that was flaying him alive. The parted lips, the lifting hips, the way Spike was telling him in every measure that this was as good for him as it felt to Xander. He felt Spike’s cock painting wet paths on his abs as he seesawed in and out. A flicker caught his eye and he thought he’d explode then and there as he saw Buffy working herself to the sight of the two men together. Legs up and splayed in an imitation of Spike's current position, delicate fingers playing with her nipples and clit. He leaned slightly and sucked a full red lip into his mouth, head spinning at the abandon with which she returned his kiss. Then he felt a small hand work its way between the two of them, slicking itself in the pre-come on Xander’s belly. Xander plundered Buffy’s mouth as she fisted Spike while he rasped his prick in and out of the vampire’s ass. They tensed as one being and released their passion in a joint shudder.
also posted here at
mmm_smut because it fulfills the current challenge: threesomes.Why don't y'all try out a threesome of your very own? They're soooooo pretty.
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Date: 2004-02-21 11:15 pm (UTC)Nice, nice.
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Date: 2004-02-21 11:43 pm (UTC)::hands you the first bucket::
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Date: 2004-02-21 11:22 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-21 11:26 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-21 11:45 pm (UTC)Crikey. Those are some pretty words you've got there ma'am. Thank you so much. It means a lot.
::hug::
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Date: 2004-02-21 11:54 pm (UTC)Calla, lovely, lovely job. Excellent smut without revealing each and every pore.
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Date: 2004-02-22 12:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-22 11:18 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-22 01:41 pm (UTC)::giggle::
Thanks!
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Date: 2004-02-22 11:27 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-22 01:43 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2004-02-22 01:25 pm (UTC)Seriously what a delicious piece of writing...
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Date: 2004-02-22 01:46 pm (UTC)