Oh... soddit!
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beckymonsterIn the grand scheme of things - today wasn't a bad day. Stuff got done and things were sorted out. Admittedly I was hoping to squee over the fact that I would be buggering off to Edinburgh for a couple of days next month to
a) visit a city that I've been meaning to go to since library school
b) attend the World Premiere of 'Serenity' (the film based on 'Firefly')
c) trap for myself a Camulus clone (evil b*stard parasite NOT included!;))
But alas b) fell through quite spectacularly and I'm not going, or at least not this side of the Festival... So I'm one rather honked off monster right now.
Anyway... to atone for this and in an effort to coax back my muse (last seen heading towards my male beta's or the last known position of the Andromeda Ascendant.... long story!;)) I present a story that's been sitting on my hard drive for a while that I quite like... a lot.
It's set around the Matrix Reloaded and its... *different*. For me anyway. It's HET, 18 rated and it involves Trinity and someone else...;)
When I first met Morpheus he asked me a very simple question. Had I ever had a dream that I was so sure was real that I indeed thought I was awake?
I replied that I had occasionally had one or two lucid dreams, but they were very few and far between.
They did not visit me nightly, like this one does.
It always begins the same.
I am in the Matrix, it is night, I stand on a lonely street corner. I am dressed my usual oil slick black and he is there.
I cannot see him, but he is there, I can hear his approach.
He does not flinch when I whirl round and aim my gun at his head.
A gentle smile graces his features and he raises a hand, not to push the gun away but to slowly caress my cheek.
I kiss his fingers as they drift past my lips. There is no rational explanation for this but if feels… right.
He smiles at me, beautiful lips curving gently and the emotion is in his eyes too, although like me, he wears glasses even here and now.
I lower the gun as I run my other hand up his suited arm to wrap my hand around his neck to pull him closer to me.
Gracefully he moves into the embrace, his arms entwine themselves around my waist, hands ghosting over the curve of my bottom. I smile at the touch of bare hands against the tight PVC, hearing the soft squeak of skin against plastic.
Then I can think of no more as our lips meet for a sweet kiss.
The gun clatters to the floor unnoticed as I follow his lead and slide my hand under his suit jacket to grasp the enticing flesh of his beautiful bottom, while our mouths demand deeper kisses.
Some rules we can break without a second thought but others are constant, such as the fact that you cannot kiss someone who is wearing glasses… or at least not comfortably.
We break the kiss for a moment, but the underlying sensuality of what we share remains.
I slide the glasses off his face, letting them fall to the floor next to the gun, lost in the beauty of the man whom holds me so very close, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin, see the arousal in his eyes and feel it elsewhere too.
I raise my hands to caress his face, to learn again the contours that please me so very much, high brows, high cheekbones, soulful eyes and lips that would even arouse a statue. He smiles at my caresses, allowing me this, before he slips my glasses from my face.
I look down, shy that such a trivial thing as sunglasses means so much, that I would want to hide from him. He grasps my chin gently, to entice me to meet his gaze. As I do so, he smiles at me... And feel the warmth of arousal flood through me. I close my eyes, concentrating on the sensations that such a simple act brings. They flutter open at the touch of his lips against my cheek.
Our gazes meet and neither can disguise the arousal that we feel for the other. Our mouths meet again and this time the kisses are demanding, wanton.
If I was not so distracted, I would question all of this. Why? Why now? Yet all I want is to feel, not to question.
*** *** ***
The scenery of the dream changes, as it is wont to do and we find ourselves in a hotel bedroom. Nothing dingy like the Heart o’ the City but something more upmarket. A room with large windows, looking over the fairy light bedecked city, I glance behind me to see a very large bed, covered by crisp white sheets and silken covers of a dark hue that eludes me in the room’s low light.
I turn again to glance out at the sleeping city, simply enjoying the beauty of the view, when I feel his arms wrap themselves around me from behind. He’s taken his jacket off and shirtsleeved arms pull me flush against him.
I moan as I feel the push of aroused flesh against me. This pleases him as his hands roam unceasingly over my body. I feel the nip of kisses against my throat and ears, which makes me ever more needy, showing it by pushing myself onto the desire I feel tenting his trousers.
He knows this and with a soft growl, moves to touch those places which he knows will grant him a swift victory. His hands move to hold my hip and to tug so slowly on the zipper of my cat suit, easing it down to reveal nude flesh underneath. The zip doesn’t even make it to my waist before he slides a hand into my bodice to ease out a breast.
I cry softly as the cool air hits my overly warm skin. The sound is changed to something more erotic as his hand covers my breast completely, nimble fingers teasing the nipple to sweetly painful hardness. He pushes the cat suit fabric away from my shoulder, pausing to drop kisses like raindrops on my shoulder.
I let my head fall onto his shoulder, seeking his mouth for passionate kisses. He meets me willingly, hands pausing in their work of easing my cat suit off my shoulders and down my arms for a moment as he gives himself over to the kiss.
My hands took advantage of this lull in his activity to undo his trousers and free his arousal. He gasped into the kiss as cool air and warm PVC caressed the organ. The only sounds to be heard were the caress of lips and tongues and the squeak of aroused flesh against PVC.
Too soon the kiss ended, but the wicked glint in his eye told me that I would be made to pay for the ‘little’ surprise that I pulled on him. I smiled, daring him.
He does not disappoint.
Hands slowly ease the cat suit lower, caressing the flesh it uncovers with feather touches, his arousal stroking all the flesh it comes into contact with.
I feel the PVC unpeel from my hips and down my thighs, closing my eyes at the touch of gentle fingers against the lace of my panties. Achingly slowly those fingers slide under the lace, caressing the heated flesh underneath, slowly moving towards…
I gasp as I feel him plunge into my wetness. Hear his answering moan as he caressed my most secret place with those beautiful long fingers of his.
Wantonly I push against him, silently pleading with him to ease that scrap of lace down and take me like an animal in heat, bury himself in me, to simply fuck me until I bled.
“No” He murmurs, slipping his fingers out of me but not pulling away, just easing the PVC away, yet letting the lace remain in place. I step out of the garment and face him, almost as nude as the day I was reborn.
He stands before me, looking almost pristine, but for the fact that his impressive arousal juts away from his body, glistening in the moonlight that streams in from the window. I tilt my head, giving due consideration to the possibilities before me.
If I had more time… or rather if he had more time to last, I would kneel before him and lick him like a piece of candy. That would be for another time, when he finally came, I wanted it to be deep within me.
He draws me to him, enfolding me in his arms, bestowing kisses on my face. I sigh, as much as this was about sex, it was also about affection.
Still within the circle of his loving arms, I made quick work of undressing him, unwrapping him like the most desired gift he was to me, until he stood nude and more beautiful than ever because of it.
With a deep kiss, he guides me to the bed and gestured for me to make myself comfortable. I knelt on the covers, watching him as he stood there, gazing at me.
He smiled ferally and then proceeded to shower me with kisses, hungry, nipping kisses that started at my mouth and travelled ever lower, touching my throat, shoulders, breasts, pausing to feast on my nipples before continuing their journey lower.
By the time he reaches my hips, I am writhing in the grip of wanton need. Yet he is not finished with me, not by a long shot.
He hooks a finger into my panties and slides them off my hips and down my legs. With his other hand, he gently eases me onto my back, with my final article of clothing gone, he bends his head to kiss my most secret place. For too brief a moment I feel the push and caress of his tongue against me, making me whimper and writhe. I know that there will be greater pleasures to come but the glutton in me wants pleasure now!
His kisses move down my thighs, past my knees til they finally reach my toes, leaving me teetering on the brink.
Yet he is not finished teasing yet. As he kisses my toes, he reaches into a trouser pocket to pull out a small foil wrapper. I gasp to see it, not only with pleasure but affection too.
It is a condom.
Although such practicalities are not necessary, the sight of such a thing always makes me feel more aroused, especially when I am treated to the sight of him easing that sliver of latex over his mighty weapon, noting how it clings so enticingly to the contours of his cock.
He wraps his hand around himself and strokes once, twice to check all was well, before glancing up to witness the sight of me pleasuring myself with my fingers over the sight before me. With a gentle grasp, he takes my hand and kisses the damp fingers, making me shiver with delight.
Now all was ready.
He pulled back the bedcovers and lay down on the bed. The moonlight turned him into something all the more ethereal, like an elf from the fantasy novels I read as a child.
I straddled his hips and leant close to take his mouth as surely as I took his body.
We quickly found our rhythm, pleasuring each other with each thrust, crying out with pleasure.
I scream as I come
“Oh God!”
“Smith will suffice” is his reply.
Feedback would be nice... as would title suggestions!;)
a) visit a city that I've been meaning to go to since library school
b) attend the World Premiere of 'Serenity' (the film based on 'Firefly')
c) trap for myself a Camulus clone (evil b*stard parasite NOT included!;))
But alas b) fell through quite spectacularly and I'm not going, or at least not this side of the Festival... So I'm one rather honked off monster right now.
Anyway... to atone for this and in an effort to coax back my muse (last seen heading towards my male beta's or the last known position of the Andromeda Ascendant.... long story!;)) I present a story that's been sitting on my hard drive for a while that I quite like... a lot.
It's set around the Matrix Reloaded and its... *different*. For me anyway. It's HET, 18 rated and it involves Trinity and someone else...;)
When I first met Morpheus he asked me a very simple question. Had I ever had a dream that I was so sure was real that I indeed thought I was awake?
I replied that I had occasionally had one or two lucid dreams, but they were very few and far between.
They did not visit me nightly, like this one does.
It always begins the same.
I am in the Matrix, it is night, I stand on a lonely street corner. I am dressed my usual oil slick black and he is there.
I cannot see him, but he is there, I can hear his approach.
He does not flinch when I whirl round and aim my gun at his head.
A gentle smile graces his features and he raises a hand, not to push the gun away but to slowly caress my cheek.
I kiss his fingers as they drift past my lips. There is no rational explanation for this but if feels… right.
He smiles at me, beautiful lips curving gently and the emotion is in his eyes too, although like me, he wears glasses even here and now.
I lower the gun as I run my other hand up his suited arm to wrap my hand around his neck to pull him closer to me.
Gracefully he moves into the embrace, his arms entwine themselves around my waist, hands ghosting over the curve of my bottom. I smile at the touch of bare hands against the tight PVC, hearing the soft squeak of skin against plastic.
Then I can think of no more as our lips meet for a sweet kiss.
The gun clatters to the floor unnoticed as I follow his lead and slide my hand under his suit jacket to grasp the enticing flesh of his beautiful bottom, while our mouths demand deeper kisses.
Some rules we can break without a second thought but others are constant, such as the fact that you cannot kiss someone who is wearing glasses… or at least not comfortably.
We break the kiss for a moment, but the underlying sensuality of what we share remains.
I slide the glasses off his face, letting them fall to the floor next to the gun, lost in the beauty of the man whom holds me so very close, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin, see the arousal in his eyes and feel it elsewhere too.
I raise my hands to caress his face, to learn again the contours that please me so very much, high brows, high cheekbones, soulful eyes and lips that would even arouse a statue. He smiles at my caresses, allowing me this, before he slips my glasses from my face.
I look down, shy that such a trivial thing as sunglasses means so much, that I would want to hide from him. He grasps my chin gently, to entice me to meet his gaze. As I do so, he smiles at me... And feel the warmth of arousal flood through me. I close my eyes, concentrating on the sensations that such a simple act brings. They flutter open at the touch of his lips against my cheek.
Our gazes meet and neither can disguise the arousal that we feel for the other. Our mouths meet again and this time the kisses are demanding, wanton.
If I was not so distracted, I would question all of this. Why? Why now? Yet all I want is to feel, not to question.
*** *** ***
The scenery of the dream changes, as it is wont to do and we find ourselves in a hotel bedroom. Nothing dingy like the Heart o’ the City but something more upmarket. A room with large windows, looking over the fairy light bedecked city, I glance behind me to see a very large bed, covered by crisp white sheets and silken covers of a dark hue that eludes me in the room’s low light.
I turn again to glance out at the sleeping city, simply enjoying the beauty of the view, when I feel his arms wrap themselves around me from behind. He’s taken his jacket off and shirtsleeved arms pull me flush against him.
I moan as I feel the push of aroused flesh against me. This pleases him as his hands roam unceasingly over my body. I feel the nip of kisses against my throat and ears, which makes me ever more needy, showing it by pushing myself onto the desire I feel tenting his trousers.
He knows this and with a soft growl, moves to touch those places which he knows will grant him a swift victory. His hands move to hold my hip and to tug so slowly on the zipper of my cat suit, easing it down to reveal nude flesh underneath. The zip doesn’t even make it to my waist before he slides a hand into my bodice to ease out a breast.
I cry softly as the cool air hits my overly warm skin. The sound is changed to something more erotic as his hand covers my breast completely, nimble fingers teasing the nipple to sweetly painful hardness. He pushes the cat suit fabric away from my shoulder, pausing to drop kisses like raindrops on my shoulder.
I let my head fall onto his shoulder, seeking his mouth for passionate kisses. He meets me willingly, hands pausing in their work of easing my cat suit off my shoulders and down my arms for a moment as he gives himself over to the kiss.
My hands took advantage of this lull in his activity to undo his trousers and free his arousal. He gasped into the kiss as cool air and warm PVC caressed the organ. The only sounds to be heard were the caress of lips and tongues and the squeak of aroused flesh against PVC.
Too soon the kiss ended, but the wicked glint in his eye told me that I would be made to pay for the ‘little’ surprise that I pulled on him. I smiled, daring him.
He does not disappoint.
Hands slowly ease the cat suit lower, caressing the flesh it uncovers with feather touches, his arousal stroking all the flesh it comes into contact with.
I feel the PVC unpeel from my hips and down my thighs, closing my eyes at the touch of gentle fingers against the lace of my panties. Achingly slowly those fingers slide under the lace, caressing the heated flesh underneath, slowly moving towards…
I gasp as I feel him plunge into my wetness. Hear his answering moan as he caressed my most secret place with those beautiful long fingers of his.
Wantonly I push against him, silently pleading with him to ease that scrap of lace down and take me like an animal in heat, bury himself in me, to simply fuck me until I bled.
“No” He murmurs, slipping his fingers out of me but not pulling away, just easing the PVC away, yet letting the lace remain in place. I step out of the garment and face him, almost as nude as the day I was reborn.
He stands before me, looking almost pristine, but for the fact that his impressive arousal juts away from his body, glistening in the moonlight that streams in from the window. I tilt my head, giving due consideration to the possibilities before me.
If I had more time… or rather if he had more time to last, I would kneel before him and lick him like a piece of candy. That would be for another time, when he finally came, I wanted it to be deep within me.
He draws me to him, enfolding me in his arms, bestowing kisses on my face. I sigh, as much as this was about sex, it was also about affection.
Still within the circle of his loving arms, I made quick work of undressing him, unwrapping him like the most desired gift he was to me, until he stood nude and more beautiful than ever because of it.
With a deep kiss, he guides me to the bed and gestured for me to make myself comfortable. I knelt on the covers, watching him as he stood there, gazing at me.
He smiled ferally and then proceeded to shower me with kisses, hungry, nipping kisses that started at my mouth and travelled ever lower, touching my throat, shoulders, breasts, pausing to feast on my nipples before continuing their journey lower.
By the time he reaches my hips, I am writhing in the grip of wanton need. Yet he is not finished with me, not by a long shot.
He hooks a finger into my panties and slides them off my hips and down my legs. With his other hand, he gently eases me onto my back, with my final article of clothing gone, he bends his head to kiss my most secret place. For too brief a moment I feel the push and caress of his tongue against me, making me whimper and writhe. I know that there will be greater pleasures to come but the glutton in me wants pleasure now!
His kisses move down my thighs, past my knees til they finally reach my toes, leaving me teetering on the brink.
Yet he is not finished teasing yet. As he kisses my toes, he reaches into a trouser pocket to pull out a small foil wrapper. I gasp to see it, not only with pleasure but affection too.
It is a condom.
Although such practicalities are not necessary, the sight of such a thing always makes me feel more aroused, especially when I am treated to the sight of him easing that sliver of latex over his mighty weapon, noting how it clings so enticingly to the contours of his cock.
He wraps his hand around himself and strokes once, twice to check all was well, before glancing up to witness the sight of me pleasuring myself with my fingers over the sight before me. With a gentle grasp, he takes my hand and kisses the damp fingers, making me shiver with delight.
Now all was ready.
He pulled back the bedcovers and lay down on the bed. The moonlight turned him into something all the more ethereal, like an elf from the fantasy novels I read as a child.
I straddled his hips and leant close to take his mouth as surely as I took his body.
We quickly found our rhythm, pleasuring each other with each thrust, crying out with pleasure.
I scream as I come
“Oh God!”
“Smith will suffice” is his reply.
Feedback would be nice... as would title suggestions!;)
