It seems I haven’t blogged today, so I do apologise for that. I think NaNo is eating me.
The total tally for today was 2.503 words, which doesn’t seem like all that much. I’m pretty bummed out that I couldn’t get more words in. I think other stuff got in the way. Aiming for 1500 tomorrow. Barring any distractions in the (fine) form of Mr Michael Palin and his book. And other stuff. Nice stuff. Like fluffy things and nice… things.
No Harry shot today, just because they would eat up the room I have for pictures on here. If you’re interested, he is currently perched on my printer, half watching me, half watching Tierartzin Dr. Martens (Dr. Martens, the Vet) on television. It’s about a resusmonkey or something.
So, a picture. Any picture? This one will do?
In the movie of the novel, Matthew Gray Gubler would totally play Finn. And for all you Gublerites, imagine that cap, and this scene together…. (the clamping refers to the nipple clamps Finn has put on in the previous paragraph)
As he clamped himself, he felt a rush of relief. He had gotten used to the sensation quite quickly, and now couldn’t imagine masturbating without them.
He made a fist and took hold of his hardness. With the first pump, he imagined Sally’s curvaceous body writhing across the stage, her full breasts swaying, her hips shashaying. He moaned, as in his imagination, Sally stood in front of him, smiling cheekily and undoing her corset and garter.
She was naked now, and Finn longed to touch her, to taste her and to make her his. His pumping fist moved more urgently, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long, because he was just that aroused.
His imagination ran wild with him, as Sally sat down on his lap and started kissing his neck. That, combined with a pull of the nipple chains, sent him over the edge.
Lost in the throws of his climax, he cried out her name, although it might have just been a long, toneless moan. As he came down from the exquisite high, he felt like a mess. Cum all over his chest and sheets. Nipple clamps pinching him. And in his mind, a woman who he saw as unapproachable.
He stood up from his bed and walked to the bathroom, to take a long and very cold shower.
Don’t hesitate to comment and tell me if you like it. I’m still loving the flow, and I’m particularily fond of Finn at the moment.
And just because I totally want to spoil you, I’m posting a snippet of Cain here.
Cain’s breath caught in his throat. Nobody knew it. It was a secret between Liz and him, but their calls had become a lot flirtier in the past few weeks. All due to an innocent massage.
Half of him cursed that massage. But the other half relished the change of tone in her voice when she spoke those words. A tone that set his blood flowing south and made his head dizzy. They would never become a couple, obviously, but he liked this turn of events. It spiced up his incredibly dull love life.
“No, I don’t. But do tell me.”
“Your lips. Your breath on my skin. Your hands.”
Cain moaned into his mobile phone. “Dirty maven. Tell me more.”
“Your kiss. Your taste. Your cock.”
“Oh, you want my cock, don’t you? Tell me what you want to do with it.”
“I want to lick it. Take it in my mouth. Suck it. And then…”
“Yes?” he sighed, breathless with desire.
“Hold on. Are you getting off on this?”
Cain snapped out of his aroused state. “Not at all, no, what are you talking about?”
As Lizzy changed the subject, Cain desperately tried to get the flush off his face. As if this embarrassment wasn’t bad enough, he was now sporting a rather sizable hard-on.
Seeing as I’ve shamelessly cast Jason as Cain, why not have this picture to add to the mental image?
Yep, after about a year and three months, I’d still pound that boy’s ass.