Smutty McSmut Smut, and a small wah.
Dec. 21st, 2002 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jlhJust said "see ya" to Cassie and Elka. Said "see ya" to Emily and Ali the other day. Wah! Yes, I know people are coming back and I'm going over and all that, but we won't all be together for a month! Wibble! Well, at least John is still here, and David will be here, so all is not lost.
I finished the assfic! How's this for an opener:
Hermione Potter loved her husband’s arse.
When they were at school she once made the mistake of sitting behind him in History of Magic class. Harry found the topic boring so he would fidget, trying to stay awake. Watching his arse as he leaned forward, sat back, and otherwise squirmed in his seat drove her to such distraction that she had to duck into the nearest girls room right after class to get herself off.
Perhaps it was the Quidditch that made it so perfect, all that clenching to stay on the broom (though, oddly, it didn’t help Draco Malfoy, who had no arse to speak of). She would often pinch it as she walked by him in the halls and he would yelp and laugh nervously. Making him feel like a sex object amused her no end.
Once when she was kneeling before him, she slipped her fingers between her legs to wet them then softly pressed one against his entrance. He gasped and tensed up slightly, so she stopped, suckling him gently to relax him. Gradually she worked two fingers into him, fucking him in the same rhythm as she sucked him, and it wasn’t long before he was shouting her name and she was swallowing his seed.
She always kept her fingernails short after that.
Cassie thinks it's fine but I'd like another beta to pick at it if only to make me feel better about it being fine. I mean, I wrote this thing in a notebook. It's barely been edited. It can't be that good.
And yes, I am working on the wifeswapping fic once again. Had to pull up an old chat with Aja--she was nice enough to read part of it and give me her comments--and found some point where I said, "The Draco Trilogy is actually being written by a committee of elderly ladies in Encino. That's why we never see Cassie. I don't even know who that girl is. She just showed up at my aparment with wings on."
I stand by this statement, of course.
I finished the assfic! How's this for an opener:
Hermione Potter loved her husband’s arse.
When they were at school she once made the mistake of sitting behind him in History of Magic class. Harry found the topic boring so he would fidget, trying to stay awake. Watching his arse as he leaned forward, sat back, and otherwise squirmed in his seat drove her to such distraction that she had to duck into the nearest girls room right after class to get herself off.
Perhaps it was the Quidditch that made it so perfect, all that clenching to stay on the broom (though, oddly, it didn’t help Draco Malfoy, who had no arse to speak of). She would often pinch it as she walked by him in the halls and he would yelp and laugh nervously. Making him feel like a sex object amused her no end.
Once when she was kneeling before him, she slipped her fingers between her legs to wet them then softly pressed one against his entrance. He gasped and tensed up slightly, so she stopped, suckling him gently to relax him. Gradually she worked two fingers into him, fucking him in the same rhythm as she sucked him, and it wasn’t long before he was shouting her name and she was swallowing his seed.
She always kept her fingernails short after that.
Cassie thinks it's fine but I'd like another beta to pick at it if only to make me feel better about it being fine. I mean, I wrote this thing in a notebook. It's barely been edited. It can't be that good.
And yes, I am working on the wifeswapping fic once again. Had to pull up an old chat with Aja--she was nice enough to read part of it and give me her comments--and found some point where I said, "The Draco Trilogy is actually being written by a committee of elderly ladies in Encino. That's why we never see Cassie. I don't even know who that girl is. She just showed up at my aparment with wings on."
I stand by this statement, of course.
