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loony4lupin) wrote2008-07-25 04:42 pm
loony4lupin) wrote2008-07-25 04:42 pm
Want a personalized porn drabble?
In need of some porn?
Well, I have so much on my plate that I'm going through some minor writers block.
To fix this:
Comment with a pairing and one or more prompts and I will write a drabble for you. The more creative the prompts the better, espeically if they are a bit unusual. I'm trying to expand my imagination a bit, especially with p0rn. I won't put a limit on how many, it's not like I friend a lot of people in the first place.
Happy Friday flist.
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It's what draws him to her in the beginning. She blends in at the Romanian club, her body twisting and turning in the sea of rhythm inspired bodies. The lights of the club highlight the hues of her skin, which are infused with elaborate henna. Charlie wants nothing more than to trace the intricate patterns over her skin with his tongue, tasting flesh and ink, sweat and sex.
She doesn't dance with anyone but herself and it makes Charlie want her more.
He watches her and thinks of ways to get close to her, his cock hard at the thought of her underneath him, her skin moving over her body as she writhes and arches into his touch. When it occurs to him, he smiles and finishes his drink and slips out of his shirt as he makes his way through the crowd of bodies to where she stands. The henna looks even more beautiful and elaborate the closer he gets to her, the ink spills in controlled strokes over her stomach and arms before bleeding into patterns and swirls on her finger and hands.
The thought of her skin pressed against his and their contrasting tones paired with the alcohol in his veins, gives him enough courage to slide up behind her. He doesn't touch her, only hovers just above her skin, basking in the heat of her moving body. She doesn't push him away and he traces a line of henna down the dip of her waist, following the pattern until it disappears beneath cloth. He waits, barely touching her, just moving behind her to the sultry beat of the music.
It takes three songs before she presses back against him, tracing her fingers over Charlie's tattoo. Her inked hands are soft as they trace the dragon wrapped around his bicep and he moans against her neck. She is warm and pliant underneath him as their bodies move together in what could be called dancing but feels like fucking through layers of clothing. It makes Charlie even harder, thinking about the way her body could move without the restriction of clothes and the view of the public eye.
They dance for a couple of songs before she leads him off the dance floor and out of the club. Charlie is surprised when she tugs him against her as they tuck into the cool brick of the alleyway; she's stronger than she looks. Her hands trail all over his body like molten lava, she moves from his harden nipples to his thick cock, gasping and moaning into his ear when he touches her. Their skin contrasts in the moonlight as it is exposed with sure fingers and when he slides inside of her, she arches hard off the brick and digs her nails into his skin. She touches herself the harder he fucks her and she comes gasping and writhing against him.
It's as if their separate ink blends together as he comes inside of her. He stifles his own moan by sucking on her neck until there is purple blooming on her skin. It obstructs the patterns of the henna, a ripple of chaos in sea of intricate patterns, and Charlie feels satisfied in knowing he has left his mark.
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Thank you so much!
I love the henna, I can almost see it!
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You are very welcome.
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*wipes brow*
I think I need to go take a cold shower. That was very sensual.
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This is bloody HOT! Great work. :D (Meaning the Charlie/Parvati drabble. Sorry!)
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thanks for commenting.