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shetiger's journal.
Post a single sentence (or eleventy) from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
A few of these are from the last story or chapter I put out in a series, others are from the next unreleased chapter that I'm working on right now. Ratings vary all the way up to NC-17, so be wary if you're a big sissy. ;)
Warning: Wincest! Ah-ooga, ah-ooga!
"The owner will be joining us in a minute. In the meantime, I can fill you in on what's been happening here the last two months," the stripper said, taking a seat on a small, round ottoman.
Sam watched her cross her long legs, then tried to look anywhere else out of embarrassment.
"Are you sure you don't know anyone named Rick?" Dean asked. "I mean, it would almost make sense if you did, and..."
"Sorry. I don't even know a Richard," she responded with a shake of her head.
Sam and Brook looked at each other and grinned impishly.
There was pressure on the arms of the chair. When I opened my eyes, I saw her shifting her position, bracing herself with her hands, looming over me. Sammy was moaning at how it felt, holding her hips to keep himself inside her. Lenore put her arms on either side of my behind so that her top half was in the chair with me and her bottom half was still on the bed with Sam. Leaning on her elbows, she kept her balance. Her face right there, lips inches away from my hard, waiting cock.
I looked at Sam on the bed. Lenore's legs were now straddling his hips, and he started to take her again, essentially doggie style. He moaned, licking his lips. The sound loud enough for me to hear, too-dry tongue passing over too-dry lips in an effort to wet both. It made me think of the dream I'd had of Sam sucking me off, my dick shining with his saliva, and I shuddered out of arousal as well as bewilderment. Why did I want this?
"Come on, your sister's coming in on a plane in an hour. We've got to be there!" Jodie yanked on his covers, pulling him so far over that he teetered on falling out of bed.
"Alrigh, mm up, lemme lone."
Lying next to him, Svetlana sat up and shoved on his hip with her foot until he did fall out of bed. Quinn went over with a whooping sound, eyes going wide. "You two already wake me up; not fair you get five extra minutes."
Jodie had to laugh at Svetlana, sitting there with her hair sticking in five directions, half of it in her exhausted, annoyed, sleepy-eyed face. "You tell 'im, Svet."
What he saw before him in Paul's living room simultaneously perplexed Dean and horrified him. Sammy lay on the air mattress, staring up at the ceiling, shaking and grunting in pain. He pounded his left fist into the mattress angrily. Paul held the wrist of Sam's right hand. He wasn't making any noise, just quietly sitting there on his knees, eyes closed, looking like he was taking Sam's pulse. Or praying.
"Paul! What's going on?" Dean cried. He got on the air mattress and looked at them both. "Paul!" He had to resist adding, What are you doing to my brother?!
"I... I'll have to think about it."
"Well, think fast, because we've got to go after this thing in the morning. Dad doesn't think that she'll be able to move it very fast; it's a pretty powerful and volatile religious artifact," Deanne revealed.
"What is it?" Sam asked again, curious.
"I told you, it's a box called The Law."
He looked at her for a short time before shaking his head and making a disapproving sound. "You're going to go running after this thing just because Dad tells you to, and you don't even know what it is."
She glared at him, irritated with his neurotic need to always question everything their father did. "I don't need to know everything about it. All I need to know is that we have to get it back."
shetiger's journal.Post a single sentence (or eleventy) from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
A few of these are from the last story or chapter I put out in a series, others are from the next unreleased chapter that I'm working on right now. Ratings vary all the way up to NC-17, so be wary if you're a big sissy. ;)
Warning: Wincest! Ah-ooga, ah-ooga!
"The owner will be joining us in a minute. In the meantime, I can fill you in on what's been happening here the last two months," the stripper said, taking a seat on a small, round ottoman.
Sam watched her cross her long legs, then tried to look anywhere else out of embarrassment.
"Are you sure you don't know anyone named Rick?" Dean asked. "I mean, it would almost make sense if you did, and..."
"Sorry. I don't even know a Richard," she responded with a shake of her head.
Sam and Brook looked at each other and grinned impishly.
There was pressure on the arms of the chair. When I opened my eyes, I saw her shifting her position, bracing herself with her hands, looming over me. Sammy was moaning at how it felt, holding her hips to keep himself inside her. Lenore put her arms on either side of my behind so that her top half was in the chair with me and her bottom half was still on the bed with Sam. Leaning on her elbows, she kept her balance. Her face right there, lips inches away from my hard, waiting cock.
I looked at Sam on the bed. Lenore's legs were now straddling his hips, and he started to take her again, essentially doggie style. He moaned, licking his lips. The sound loud enough for me to hear, too-dry tongue passing over too-dry lips in an effort to wet both. It made me think of the dream I'd had of Sam sucking me off, my dick shining with his saliva, and I shuddered out of arousal as well as bewilderment. Why did I want this?
"Come on, your sister's coming in on a plane in an hour. We've got to be there!" Jodie yanked on his covers, pulling him so far over that he teetered on falling out of bed.
"Alrigh, mm up, lemme lone."
Lying next to him, Svetlana sat up and shoved on his hip with her foot until he did fall out of bed. Quinn went over with a whooping sound, eyes going wide. "You two already wake me up; not fair you get five extra minutes."
Jodie had to laugh at Svetlana, sitting there with her hair sticking in five directions, half of it in her exhausted, annoyed, sleepy-eyed face. "You tell 'im, Svet."
What he saw before him in Paul's living room simultaneously perplexed Dean and horrified him. Sammy lay on the air mattress, staring up at the ceiling, shaking and grunting in pain. He pounded his left fist into the mattress angrily. Paul held the wrist of Sam's right hand. He wasn't making any noise, just quietly sitting there on his knees, eyes closed, looking like he was taking Sam's pulse. Or praying.
"Paul! What's going on?" Dean cried. He got on the air mattress and looked at them both. "Paul!" He had to resist adding, What are you doing to my brother?!
"I... I'll have to think about it."
"Well, think fast, because we've got to go after this thing in the morning. Dad doesn't think that she'll be able to move it very fast; it's a pretty powerful and volatile religious artifact," Deanne revealed.
"What is it?" Sam asked again, curious.
"I told you, it's a box called The Law."
He looked at her for a short time before shaking his head and making a disapproving sound. "You're going to go running after this thing just because Dad tells you to, and you don't even know what it is."
She glared at him, irritated with his neurotic need to always question everything their father did. "I don't need to know everything about it. All I need to know is that we have to get it back."
