The door to the tavern opened wide, letting a little snow blow in. The bartender paused in his cleaning, opening his mouth to yell, as he had done repeatedly through the night, “Come in quick or get out, but shut the door!” But he only got as far as “Come in…” before trailing off. That in itself being enough to draw the attention of a few patrons, used to his shouting.
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Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
The boy wiggled his black-painted nose. The makeup Ma’am had put on him itched a little. And when he shook his head, he could feel the ears on the headband flopping around. But the white onesie he wore was warm and fuzzy. And the way Ma’am was petting him, rubbing down his back, felt so nice.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
an Hamilton fanfic
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“Call me Son one more time!”
There was silence for a moment while Alex faced off with Daddy W. His outburst was unwelcome, but not uncharacteristic. He quickly backed down, turning his eyes to the floor and awaiting Daddy W’s reaction.
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Emily stopped to stare. He was a lovely monster. The sculptor had given him thick heavy muscles on a large frame. Wings curled forward to create a shelter for anyone brave enough to seek it. His face was inhuman, but far from repulsive. Horns topped his head just behind feline ears. He snarled over his shoulder, exposing tiny sharp fangs.
On impulse, Emily climbed onto the gargoyle's platform, ducked under his wings, and fitted herself into his arms. She imagined he was protecting her… or was he stealing her away? She wrapped her arms around his stone body; she let her hands feel down his back to cup his buttocks and hard thighs. Wait, how had she not noticed before now that the statue was naked? Surely he had worn a loincloth before? She confirmed very thoroughly that there was no loincloth now.
Caught up in her own musings, she melted out of his arms to kneel before the statue. She wrapped both hands around the perfectly-carved stone member, which was partially erect, and tentatively licked the stone tip. It tasted… salty? Before she could talk herself out of it, she carefully wrapped her lips around it. Her mouth watered, soaking it, and she leaned in, taking as much into her mouth as she could handle.
Tears came to her eyes as a hard hand cradled the back of her head, and a gravelly voice said, “Well this is an unexpected awakening. I suspect I shall keep you.”
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He held up another toy and set it on the table, cocking an eyebrow at me. I answered him, “You don’t want to use that toy on me. You know it makes me fight.”
“I like it when you fight.” He gave that low chuckle that I love, the one that promised a lot of fun to come.
“Last time I kicked you in the balls,” I pointed out. “You say you’re not a masochist, but…”
He held up a hand, looking at me with a warning in his expression. “That was on me; I got in range.”
“So you know I’ll do it again?” I asked. We played this game a lot, but it was still fun to make sure the lines were drawn in the same place. I could fight back as much as I was able, after he fastened me however he wished. My secret? I was better at getting out of restraints than he was at putting me in them.
“Only if I don’t stop you,” he answered. “You think I can’t stop you?”
“I don’t know if you will. I think you like it. So let me ask you… are you wearing a cup tonight, Sir?”
He leaned in very close, and in a soft whisper, he challenged me… “Find out.”
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You kneel, an offering. I trail my fingers along your shoulder, your neck. Already, I want to consume you, fill myself up with you. But I’ll settle for a taste.
Slowly, I lace my fingers into your hair and roll your head to one side, exposing… well.. everything. I breathe on your neck, watching the skin pebble. Letting my lips tickle over you, you’re already squirming. Your breath comes in pants, and I hear a small whine in your throat.
I take in the smell of your skin, your small noises. I hum just loud enough for you to hear it. My teeth graze down your throat toward your shoulder. Your breath catches and you whimper. That’s the spot, where you really… really… want me to bite. I settle there, opening my mouth so far it already aches.
Taking a deep breath, my mouth filled with the taste of your skin, I slowly… oh so slowly… sink my teeth in. Clamping down, as if to pick you up and carry you away. I close my jaws until it must hurt, but you moan, a deep uncontrolled roll of sound that vibrates up through my jaw. I continue closing until that moan fades and I can feel the panic threaten, then let off just a hair. I hold you there, feasting on you. When I can’t breathe, can’t think, I slowly release you, holding you as you collapse to the floor, my arms wrapped around you.
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“I know this is your first scene, so we’ll take it slowly, and we can stop at any time, okay?” he says.
I don’t know how to do this. Negotiations, they call it. I don’t know how to answer the questions he asks about what I want and don’t want, where my boundaries are. But I know I want to Do A Thing. I want to be a part of this new world I’ve found, this BDSM community. Kink. I blush just to say the world, but that’s not going to stop me.
written by Paul
“God bless you, merry gentleman! May nothing you dismay!”
I was pretty sure I weren’t gettin’ the words quite right, but I had the tune. And that, wi’ my best innocent face, had been enough to get me a penny here or a copper there. If I could fill my pockets, then I’d be able to fill my belly soon, too. I stamped my feet wi’ the music, tryin’ to warm ‘em. I hadn’t been able to feel ‘em for some hours now.
Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Karl checked the burial register one last time. It was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, and the undertaker. It was signed by the chief mourner - one Ebenezer Scrooge, the deceased’s business partner. Karl watched Scrooge look over the body of his partner one last time. It was hard to say which of the men was colder - the one lying in the coffin, or the one removing the pocket watch and cufflinks from the body with a sneer and putting them into his own pocket. Satisfied that nothing of value would be put in the ground with the body, Scrooge waved his hand at the lid, giving his permission to close the coffin up.
Rachel frowned at the paper in front of her as if it had given her insult. Perhaps it had, for the columns of writing she had on it were haphazard, with much crossing-out and lines drawn between them. “Fred, darling,” she called out. “Fred, do come here a moment.”
“What is it, my dear? I shall be late if I’m not out the door in a single moment.” Her husband careened around the corner, struggling to arrange his cravat. With a sigh, Rachel put down her ink quill and stood, reaching for the knot.
“It’s only your singers today, isn’t it? That bunch of cads and errant gentlemen?” Rachel teased him gently. “Your tame audience is what they are, ready to listen to you orate.” Giving the knot a twist, she added, “Just so, there it is. You look dashing.”
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“Merrick, that beast is tearing up my pasture again!”Merrick looked around and spotted his wife at the door to their barrow, shaking a large spoon in the direction of a nearby fenced-off area. “But Tilly, love, that’s his pasture; let him tear it up if it makes him happy. He stays away from the fences, and you know how happy it makes him to dig and roll around in the dirt.”
