Ye Olde S33k & Finde

[fr33ks33k]

*He lost himself for a time in the repetition, enjoying the slick friction of their bodies, internally and externally. A sheen of sweat beaded his forehead and shoulders. Soon enough though, his thrusts ceased. He withdrew from her entirely, turning her to face him.

A wide grin swept across his face, his breathing still erratic from his efforts thus far.*

I fear I may have gotten ahead of myself. I'm to be providing you a service. Please, tell me how I should proceed...

*His cock glistened, still throbbing slowly, standing at full attention. His eyes were fever-bright as he awaited her direction*

 

[Britwitch]

There was a slight whine of disappointment as the wonderful rhythm of his thrusts stopped and he slid out from inside her. She even pouted a little as he turned her to face him, but the expression faded as quickly as it had appeared at seeing the grin on his face.

Oh, you are, believe me...but I believe I also spoke of a deep hunger and I feel it's time to see to that need before going any further...

A sly wink and hands press to his chest, lips following suit, kissing downwards, always down. Tongue sneaking tastes here and there until she is kneeling before him. Cock, hard and needy, before her face.

With a moment's pause just to admire it. She parts her lips and takes half of his length between them. Sighing at the mingling of tastes, his and hers. Eyes never breaking contact with his as lips of a different sort now stretched around him, drawing him deeper into another wet softness.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Her azure gaze was unbreakable. He was held in place, transfixed by the glorious suction her mouth provided. Instinctively, one hand moved to brace himself, reaching over her head to grasp a shelf while his other tangled itself in her hair. His breathing shuddered as she continued her ministrations. He was helpless, voiceless, but he did not mind at all.*

 

[Britwitch]

*Her azure gaze was unbreakable. He was held in place, transfixed by the glorious suction her mouth provided. Instinctively, one hand moved to brace himself, reaching over her head to grasp a shelf while his other tangled itself in her hair. His breathing shuddered as she continued her ministrations. He was helpless, voiceless, but he did not mind at all.*

Smiling as much as the position would allow, she begins to allow herself to meet the need that brought her here. Her head begins to bob back and forth, mouth stroking his length over and over again. Tongue, lips, mouth - all unified in one purpose, to taste every last inch of him.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Exquisite. That was the only way to describe her lips and tongue as they moved along his shaft. He couldn't resist the urges bubbling up inside him. The hand in her tresses clenched, pulling tightly. Her rhythm was overridden by his own now. His hips bucked, filling her mouth to the brim and pressing to the limit of her throat.

He groaned as he continued, brown eyes boring down at her, devouring the sight of her. His muscles tensed every so often under the intensity of her suckling.*

 

[Britwitch]

His fingers curled tighter into her hair, moving her, guiding her, allowing himself the access to her mouth, her throat, that he wanted. Her hands rested upon his thighs, mouth trying to keep up with the thrusting of his hips.

Eyes widening every now and then as the head bumped the back of her throat, threatening to push further.

The taste of him was intoxicating and was, if anything, making her hunger so much more intense.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Soft hands caressing his thighs counterbalanced the roughness of his invading member. The boundary inside her mouth was a constant source of pressure and pleasure.

The motion of his hips changed subtly, becoming slower and more deliberate. On one particular press, he held her still and prodded against the back of her mouth, fighting the tightening of her throat muscles to gain entry into those yet unexplored depths.*

 

[Britwitch]

Eyes widened further still as motion stopped, apart from that deep in her mouth. Small sounds of discomfort mingled seamlessly with sounds of pleasure as his pushed and probed the far reaches of her mouth. Pressing against the entrance to the throat, almost pushing through.

She made no attempt to stop him. This was, after all, part of what had drawn her to his shop, to him. This need. She tried to relax, she swallowed, the action momentarily relaxing muscles previously tensed and allowing him a window of opportunity to reach the untouched channel of her throat.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He seized the opportunity afforded by the minute relaxation of her throat, easing inside and resting there a moment. A guttural grunt issued forth, the nails of his fingers scratching her scalp slightly. Their eyes never left one another. That intensity sent jolts of excitement down his spine.

He knew that he would have to release her eventually, her breath could only hold for so long. He tried to prolong that moment, his grin turning feral for an instant as he felt the palpitations of her throat begin anew*

 

[Britwitch]

There was something about holding his gaze with hers that made everything seem so much more vivid. The scratch of nails beneath her hair, the thundering of her heart as her airway was blocked, the smell of his skin as her nose was buried against his groin, all of it.

Her throat worked around his shaft, squeezing, alternating between trying to expel it and draw it deeper. She trusted him, she wanted him, she didn't doubt for a moment that she was in trouble. Her fingers pressed a little more firmly into the strong flesh of his thigh as her lungs began to burn ever so but all the while her sex grew hotter and the aching need within her built steadily with each passing second.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*There was a certain tremble in her body that signalled her immediate need to draw breath, so he pulled back, cock popping free of the suction he'd enjoyed. The absence of warmth and tightness made him shiver, though his hand still clung to her locks. Another sudden urge took him, muscles flexing once more.

This meeting was supposed to be about her needs, but the overwhelming desires he felt kept overriding his logic. He pulled her to her feet, keeping her hair cinched within his fist. The fire in his eyes was smoldering now. He wanted to be inside her again, and he was certain that her needs ran the same course.

His lips crashed against hers, his body following suit. The shelving shook with the force. His shaft slid against her mound, their positioning forcing it down between her sodden petals, unable to gain entry to the delicious tunnel they protected.

It was easy to lift her then, cupping both buttocks firmly, using the shelf as a prop. He entered the inviting depths of her tunnel inch by inch, savoring the slow clutching of her walls.*

 

[Britwitch]

She took a deep, shuddering breath as he left her mouth. Eyes still locked on his as he hauled her to her feet. Lips curving into a knowing smile as his larger, stronger, frame crushed hers against the shelving. Rattling and juddering all that lay upon them.

His kiss was needy and she matched it with kisses of her own. Tongue dancing with his, lips suckling his lower one into her mouth, allowing her to suck upon it before grazing it with her teeth.

Her hands found his shoulders as his found her rear and used it to propel her upwards. Legs wrapped around his waist as his shaft was sheathed inside her. She moaned, eyes never leaving his, the sound nothing but molten lust. She moved her hips in a circular motion over him, working her internal muscles to massage him in the process.

How...did you know this...this was exactly what I...I wanted...?

She murmured in between shaking breaths. Her hips grinding down again and again upon his shaft, eyes rolling slightly as the position and the resulting pressure upon her clit sent waves of increasing strength through her body. Nails pressing into his shoulder as her mouth found his neck, kissing and nipping the flesh, feeling the tug of stubble as they moved onto his jaw.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*It was hard to form words with her cunt gripping him, her hips grinding down on his shaft, and her teeth sunk into his jaw, but he managed to rasp out a response, breath breezing along her earlobe.*

I guess I just have a knack for things like this...

*The items on the shelf were shuddering and shaking, perilously close to tumbling from their places. His thrusts grew more violent, the urgent need to ravage her insides driving him onward at a feverish pace. The tips of his fingers dug into the supple flesh of her ass, pulling her onto his length ever harder and faster. He felt his scrotum, heavy with the buildup of his impending orgasm, swaying in time like a pendulum, slapping against her bottom. The sounds of sex resounded into the shop. The mechanized beasts that normally milled about were nowhere to be found. Their curiosity did not extend this far, and the silence of their absence emphasized the intimacy of the moment.*

 

[Britwitch]

The point soon came where holding onto him became a necessity. She was lent back against the bookcase, cool wood pressed behind her, hot flesh before her. Breasts shaking lewdly with the impact of each thrust.

Her lips were now permanently parted, sighing appreciation and groaning words of encouragement - not that it seemed he needed any. Hips still rising up to meet every push of his, trying to get him as deep as was humanly possible.

Her clit was swollen and tingling, pulsing with need and after a few vicious strokes she began to cum. Body shuddering and bucking against him, hands flying up to hold onto a shelf above her head, pushing her clutching sex even deeper around his shaft, arching her back, sending breasts towards the ceiling. Riding him as she rode the waves of pleasure washing over her with breathtaking power.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Her bucking and arching throttled him into overdrive, slamming into her even as she was wracked with orgasm, his own arriving swiftly, joining her in the tension and release. He pressed in to the hilt, his engorged head spurting jet after jet of hot cum deep into her womb. His body crushed against hers, using the shelf to support her as his knees nearly gave out. Another fiery kiss found it's way from her breasts to her neck and finally her mouth, sealing away any pants or whispered words.

He held her there for a minute, reveling in the residual spasms of her cunt as it squeezed his softening length. Their mingled juices flowed out around his shaft, dripping down their thighs. Reluctantly, he removed himself and helped her regain her footing. His eyes glinted with the usual hint of mischief, and his smile was that of a wolf who'd just fed.*

 

[Britwitch]

In the midst of her own climax she felt his filling her with warmth. She was breathing hard as he twitched and jerked deep within her, hands falling back around his neck and shoulders as she fought to regain control over her breathing.

Kisses claimed her panting mouth and her lips surrendered to his. Her entire body tingling and shivering with each glorious aftershock that trickled through her system.

Eventually unsteady feet found the floor and she stood, still clinging to him. Flushed face looking up hazily at his, eyes sparkling.

Well, I don't know about you but...I for one feel well and truly satisfied...

Trusting her balance to hold, she pushed herself onto tiptoes for another kiss, this slower, gentler...more innocent than anything that had been shared since she first walked into the shop.

Thank you...

She whispered in the middle of it.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His hands rested on her hips, gentler tha any of his previous actions would've seemed to warrant. He smiled after every tender kiss, feeling the warmth spreading through his system. Her gratitude was voiced and his response was spoken just as gently as his hold on her had become.*

I share your sentiment entirely. I'm glad I could be of service to you, and should you need anything further I would be happy to assist in any way possible.

*With as much deftness as he could muster he scooped up both his pants and her dress, handing the latter to her while donning the former. He was still smiling.*

 

[Britwitch]

With her lips curved in a constant smile, she pulled the dress back on, smoothing long black fabric back over her curves. She ran fingers through her hair and pushed up to give him one more kiss.

I'll be sure to recommend your services...and as for me, I may well end up being a regular customer...

A wink, a teasing smile, and she moved back towards the counter to pick up her cloak from the floor. Fixing it around her shoulders and pulling the hood back up over her head against the chill outside, she left. But then, she would have to leave...so she could come back.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Once again, he's neglected the shop. The cold weather is sure to cause issues with some of the older pieces, even though the shop's construction prevents most climate changes. After all, the place is much larger than it appears.

He sets about rearranging some of the more festive items into more visible places; yule logs and various trees bedecked in tinkling ornaments and multi-hued garlands. The mechanized beasts whirr and amble about, toying with some of the wreaths and helping where they can.

After a while, all things are in place and he flips a switch beneath the oaken counter at the front of the store. All the skylights are closed and the shop is bathed in darkness, only to be replaced by the soft glow of candles. They are, in actuality, lights that flicker in the same fashion as a true fire, but cause much less hazard to the important relics stored within the walls of the shop. The light is enough to not get lost amidst the stacks, a cozy aura that envelopes the place in serenity.

One final touch is added to the storefront; a large sign made of beaten brass painted in festive colors with filigreed holly leaves and bas relief candy canes, emblazoned with the motto: "Ol' Nick's Wish Depository; Your One Stop Shop For All Your Xmas Needs"

Beneath it, in very fine print: For those inquiring about "Naughty/Nice Status", please be aware that we cannot give out such information. However, we are authorized to inform that all statuses will be finalized 12/24/11, and CANNOT be altered without express written consent from the CEO of North Pole Inc. For further information please visit NPI.com/NONL

After placing the sign, he returns to the counter, just in time to see the mechanical creatures pulling a mug across the surface. They bellow their tinny noises when he sits before them, fingers curling around the cup. Fresh hot cocoa, though he doesn't know where they found and made it. He shrugs once and takes a sip, enjoying the warmth emanating from the beverage, an appreciative sigh soon following.*

 

[fr33ks33k]

Excerpt from "Lost In Translation". Aisle 43, Bottom Shelf.

It's been a long, long while since the words just flowed like rushing water to the depths below. And what majestic heights I've climbed to reach the peak of my enlightenment. Or some shit like that I read in a book once. And just once, I'd like to be free of worry, guilt and doubt. Just once I'd like to feel like I didn't have to shout my intentions to the universe to have even my smallest prayers heard. Maybe if were weren't all just sheep in the herd, being shepherded to somewhere by a stranger we don't know, we'd be able to use that last remaining shred of free fucking will we're supposed to have by rights. Maybe it's not right for us to slave away our days to appease tormentors and captors that we've in our own minds given shape. Maybe if we loosed our bonds and freed our mental shackles, we'd get along just fine. Maybe finders are not keepers, and instead they are those who weep and mourn and gnash their teeth at the loss of what they held most dear. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, not in celebration, not in joy, nor in dismay. We are simply congregated, aggregated, joined by our chains and common fears, and together we must face them or forever remain here. Here, tied to a rock, a boulder, set between to crests, and no matter how hard we push we'll never find our rest.

So before you bend to breaking, remember you're made of sterner stuff. And just when you've met your snapping point, you feel you've had enough, remember that you can take more, you can fall, but you will rise again. This cycle, this spinning dervish of fated folly that we're in, is never-ending, ever-changing...and just when you thought the ride was over, it's just ready to begin.

 

[Pandorica]

Some potential avatar goodies for Le fr33k

 

[fr33ks33k]

Woah, thank you Pandorica! I really dig those, especially The second and third ones. I'll have to see what I can do with em after work.

 

[Perplexia]

Woah, thank you Pandorica! I really dig those, especially The second and third ones. I'll have to see what I can do with em after work.

swiping one for the pool house and POOF

 

[fr33ks33k]

*It's been another damned long time since he's visited the place. Amazingly, it's not in any more disrepair than it was when he last came in. The mechanized animals must be keeping shop for him.

A chuckle escapes as he pulls the heavy iron key from his pocket, slipping it into the lock on the even heavier oaken door. It slides open with a creak and the lights snap on as though the shop recognizes his homecoming. The counter almost beckons to him. Oddly enough, there is a stack of mail on it, some from well before the holiday season. He flicks through them, one at a time, discarding the junk mail and setting the important things in a stack to his left.

Afterward, he goes for a wander around the shop, seeing if there are any new items worth noting. His luck is good, it seems. Amidst a few ancient jugs and jars is a small sapphire, embedded in what looks to be a filigreed dragonfly. Upon closer inspection, he notices that the sapphire is in fact two smaller jewels, one for each eye. The body of the insect is segmented and brilliantly crafted.

It is without much surprise that the dragonfly comes to life in his hands, flitting into the air, a tinny buzzing sounding clearly in his ears. It zips off down the aisle, and he takes a brisk stride to keep up with it. It takes twists and turns that even he doesn't recall having made before. In the span of a few minutes, he is almost lost within the cavernous expanse of the shop. Luck, it seems, is still on his side. He knows this place. There is a large black globe resting in the center of the room. It beats with a dark presence. He recalls touching it before. It recalls him as well.

The dragonfly flutters over to the globe, resting on its surface easily. The pulsing in the air grows louder, stronger, faster. The sapphires burn with an intense light for several seconds, glowing so brightly that he is blinded for a second.

When his eyes recover, the dragonfly is stationary. The sapphires are devoid of color, like glass trinkets in their place. He approaches the globe, feeling the beat of his own heart starting to move in time with the sphere. With a bit of trepidation, he takes hold of the dragonfly. There is a brief moment where he feels outside of his own body. The moment is gone just as quickly, and he is back at the counter, holding the dragonfly.

He blinks several times, trying to recall how he moved so far so fast. He cannot. Setting the trinket next to his stack of important mail, he rests his head in his hands, attempting to figure out just what the purpose of his journey had been...

The sapphire eyes of the dragonfly are just as luminescent blue as they had been.*

 

[fr33ks33k]

Excerpt from a book bound in red velvet. Row 409, Bottom Shelf.

And it would be so easy
To bind you at the wrists.
To stretch you out before me,
A pale and pretty gift.

And it would be so easy
To wrap one hand around your throat.
To listen to your pulse increase
As you worry that you'll choke.

And it would be so easy
To trace your curves and lines
To listen to you mewl and whine
The sound would be divine.

And it would be so easy
To spread your milky thighs
To tease against your nether lips
But never delve inside.

And it would be so easy
To taunt your molten core
To listen to you beg.
And plead.
And cry out ...give me more...

And it would be so easy
To take and give my all, and yet...
You've really been a bad, bad girl.
You've still got punishments to get.

And it would be so easy
To dole out what you are due
To give it swiftly, right in line.

But it will be more fun for me
If I simply take my time.