A good hard fuck ...

[carsonshepherd]

How about snookums? or Booblebear?

anything for you, babykins.

 

[Rhys]

ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck you, my little peanut

 

[Celtic Princess]

Okay, this is getting sick. I think I'm too young to be reading this. *covers eyes*

 

[Rhys]

Heh, we grossed out the chickychickyboomboom.

 

[carsonshepherd]

yeah, so how about that thunderstorm....

 

[Rhys]

What about it *purr*

 

[carsonshepherd]

Of course we could just talk about a hard and slippery fuck instead...

 

[Rhys]

Mmmmmmmmmmmm even better.

 

[carsonshepherd]

how about both at the same time?

 

[Rhys]

works for me

 

[Celtic Princess]

Heh, we grossed out the chickychickyboomboom.

That's just wrong on so many levels.

 

[Celtic Princess]

how about both at the same time?

This, on the other hand, is very, very right.

 

[carsonshepherd]

So I'm thinking....

you take me for a drive in the desert night, leaving behind the casinos and all the neon and the crowds... out into the sand and the rock, with a few clouds gathering over the full moon. You put the top down and turn on Madeleine Peyroux and she sings to us in the breeze as you drive.

the clouds are getting thicker now and my eyes catch a faint flash off in the distance.

"Smells like rain," you say as the charge of electricity ripples over you.

 

[carsonshepherd]

"Yeah." I stare up ahead at the gathering clouds as the flashes become more pronoucned. "Should we turn back?" I ask you over the rush of the wind and Madeleine's voice.

"Turn back? No way."

And you get a grin on your face as you push in the gas pedal, speeding ever faster toward the impending storm.

 

[Rhys]

I'm liking this story already.

 

[carsonshepherd]

The desert night is lit up by the glow of the neon, like a sunburst from behind us. We can see the clouds rolling in and smell the thunder and taste the lightning. The flashes turn into spectacular bolts and the thunder rumbles, coming closer and closer. You reach down and turn off the radio and we just sit and listen to the storm as we speed into its mouth...

There's a convenient pull-over on the side of the highway and you slow and stop. You put the top up because your seats are leather, but as the rain starts to patter on the windshield, instead of watching it from inside, you reach for the door handle and turn to me with a smile.

"Come on. Get out."

I'm mildly surprised. I wouldn't have seen you as the running-in-the-downpour type... but you are and so am I. So I get out of the car and you come around to my side and beckon me off into the sand, away from the road, as the rain starts to fall onto our shoulders.

 

[carsonshepherd]

The rain falls harder as the thunder begins to clap, crashing and booming and echoing off the mountains. There is nothing out here to attract lightning... no trees, no buildings. We could be struck, but for once I'm not concerned about it.... my caution is gone and we start to laugh as the downpour soaks us. The rain trickles down your face and instinctively, without thinking, I reach up and brush it from your eye lids where it clings in drops.

At the same time you catch my eyes and then reach up and take my hand. I feel shy, which surprises me because I thought I was over that with you. I wait for whatever you're going to do next...

But instead of kissing me like I expect you grab my hands and we begin to spin. We spin in wild circles, faces to the lightning that flashes in the pinnacle of the sky, letting the rain pound down on us, letting it soak us to the skin. We spin and spin, laughing like two wild things, until we're both so dizzy we stumble. You sink to the wet sand and pull me down with you into the splashing rain that pelts the earth.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I'm laughing, but not at you. I'm laughing because this is just exactly what I need, this giddy unencumbered freedom. The downpour washes away the stains from my mind and I fall on my back into a puddle with you above me. You grin as you draw my wrists to my sides, stretching my arms out, pinning my hands down like a mean older brother.... but not really.... because I don't fight or struggle. I catch my breath and my cock starts to harden as you press me into the ground with your weight and I can feel you hard against the top of my thigh.

The rain drips down from your face onto mine... it's a warm rain, but my clothes are plastered to me like a wet prison and I want to be free of them. I want us both to be naked and feel the lightning race down our spines while I lose myself in the feel of your wet flesh.

A hungry little growl catches at my throat as I reach up and tug at your clothes. "Get these off..."

 

[Willow Rain]

I'm laughing, but not at you. I'm laughing because this is just exactly what I need, this giddy unencumbered freedom. The downpour washes away the stains from my mind and I fall on my back into a puddle with you above me. You grin as you draw my wrists to my sides, stretching my arms out, pinning my hands down like a mean older brother.... but not really.... because I don't fight or struggle. I catch my breath and my cock starts to harden as you press me into the ground with your weight and I can feel you hard against the top of my thigh.

The rain drips down from your face onto mine... it's a warm rain, but my clothes are plastered to me like a wet prison and I want to be free of them. I want us both to be naked and feel the lightning race down our spines while I lose myself in the feel of your wet flesh.

A hungry little growl catches at my throat as I reach up and tug at your clothes. "Get these off..."

Just lovely.
(goes back to quiet lurking so as not to spoil the rythm and flow.)

 

[carsonshepherd]

Just lovely.
(goes back to quiet lurking so as not to spoil the rythm and flow.)

thanks...

 

[SlickTony]

Well....?

 

[carsonshepherd]

waiting to see if Rhys wants a turn.

 

[SlickTony]

waiting to see if Rhys wants a turn.

Oh.

I had a hell of a time submitting this reply until I remembered that they want more than 6 characters in the buffer.

 

[Raine D8]

A good hard fuck?

Well, if you must post it, then you really must need it.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Well, if you must post it, then you really must need it.

or you are looking for one, like me