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03. If you can learn to do it

Fandom. ORIGINAL
Pg: fangirl / Boyfriend
Prompt: "Love, what does it mean NC17?"
Notes: written for the pOrnfest # 4 of fanfic_italia , to list a couple of fancy stuff that came to my mind. Fic a day keeps the doctor away, especially if there's porn in the middle, so we are all happier, no? Sex
descriptive, of course. Otherwise what good is?

biting his pen impatiently waiting for I should wish to continue to write that essay on Goethe, which would not have happened in a short time, I already knew. Luckily it was overcast outside, so I could not complain too much, more, my boyfriend was in the room do not know exactly what to read, just to make presence.

He had left his notes to be organic chemistry twenty minutes ago, when she discovered a stack of papers filled with various stories, fragments of stuff written by me and others who print fanwriter to keep up to date and have something to read just relaxing I felt like it. They could not even be called stories, they were only snippets of stories, images, and that would not have had an early development, writing exercises that relax me in the least downtime like this. I was also dedicated to ... I rose to sit down with a jerk, but it was too late.

"Love," I heard him call from my room while I got up in a hurry and almost ran to the '. No, no, no! I thought almost hopeless, but I had to do something about it before. "What's NC17?"

was sitting at my desk, with all the papers scattered around. He was holding two pages in particular, and his eyes darted from one part of the paper. The half-smile that had popped into her face did not promise anything good.

I cleared my throat, adopting a tone of casual and indifferent, when I wanted to collapse.

"NC17 is a fanfic ... ..."

I saw him raise an eyebrow and opened his mouth to do with surprise. He turned and looked at me, asking in disbelief.

"You really can do such a thing?"

what I wrote? Fic that was? Among those who were? It had to be slash for sure! The het I could not very well, especially when it came to sex ... or yes? Oh God, oh God ...

"What?" I reached forward and took the first sheet out of the hands, looking for the title. It was one of the last fic I wrote, and was het. And it was chock full of sex. Mixed pairs and handcuffs and tape for complete bondage and lace open and vibrators and ... oh God.

"I never thought you could do it ... well, of course, it takes imagination ." I heard him mutter happily surprised, as I reread what I wrote. They were not so well off world, yet there and then I had the courage to answer.

"Love," he said, rising from his chair and taking me by the wrist, "I have not yet said what a NC17."

I do not know what song or citation said if you can imagine it you can do it, or something like that. It was damn true and I was having the reconfirmation.

His face was a few inches from mine and mischievous smile that I was exciting beyond belief. I wondered why I had never thought of before. I bit his chin and I strongly mugugnai, biting the piece of cloth that kept me from speaking. I leaned forward, wanting to return the favor, but having his hands tied behind his back prevented me from continuing. Luigi bit my shoulder naked, licking the bone could be seen on and off just to lick a nipple, sucking gently without. I groaned as her fingers ran down, touching me where I was wet and penetrate completely. The movements were fast, I could take your breath away was frustrating and exciting at the same time, this constraint was to come ... when he slipped out, leaving me to the brink. A growl escaped my lips before he was running me badly, feeling my excitement rise as the metal of the handcuffs I clutched my wrists. I pushed her face against the pillows, taking another tape and cotton legandomelo around the neck like a collar. He sent down the length of fabric between my breasts and made her move between my legs, leaving you wet and made pressure on the clitoris. He gave a little tug, so that the friction would increase and I snapped the head raised, increasing involuntary movement, coming with a stifled cry.

"Yes, you can do ..." I heard him whisper in my ear, while just divaricata my buttocks and introduced something wet where I had never been touched. Slipped to the bottom, making me cringe in pain at first and then with pleasure, pushing a finger into higher speed, while the other hand gently pulled the tape. A bowed head, I continued to tremble for the pleasure, until I felt the desire to mount with arrogance, passing in waves of pleasure.

laughed softly, and held back the movement of your hand and placed himself behind me, the tip of his member that touched his lips without penetration. I bit her ear lobes, while muttering my agreement, continuing to brush her for the sheer pleasure to extend my expectation. When

finally entered me I sighed, arching her back and working with its almost total pressures in synchrony, reaching a peak again and closed his eyes.