I wish all of you a Happy New Year and a great 2011! Here is a quickie I've written for Austen Underground. Happy reading! Thanks for all your support throughout the years.
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New Year Fireworks - unbeta'd, NC-17, Regency
Mr. Darcy was not happy.
When the Master was angry, the servants in Pemberley avoided him. When her brother was furious, Miss Darcy stayed away from his presence in her bed chamber. When her husband was fuming, Mrs. Darcy ignored him.
Why was Mr. Darcy so annoyed?
Mrs. Darcy had decided to continue with the preparation of the New Year’s Ball, instead of resting. Mr. Darcy thought Elizabeth should cancel the ball and stay in bed for the rest of the day, for she had fainted during the busy preparation in the morning.
Now Mr. Darcy was circulating in the ballroom, scowling at every guest, staring at every Duke, Lord and gentlemen who dared to ask his wife for a dance.
“Let us do it,” General Richard Fitzwilliam whispered to his friend.
“He will kill us tomorrow,” Charles Bingley shook his head.
“Mrs. Darcy would smooth his temper,” Richard grinned. He briskly walked to his cousin, with Bingley following. “Come, Darcy, we go and play cards.”
Mr. Darcy shook his head. “I need to watch over Elizabeth.”
Richard elbowed Bingley who said reluctantly. “Jane said she would take care of her. Come, my wife will never let you down.”
Bingley joined in with the General and pulled Darcy away from the ball.
After several rounds of card games and bottles of whisky, Mr. Darcy was happy again.
“Love you, Lizzy,” He was singing, non-stop, all the way to his chamber. Not that he could walk. He was carried by Richard and Bingley.
When Darcy slumped on the bed, hugging a pillow and wanting to sleep, he felt a cold breeze on his bottom.
“Cold, Lizzy, hug me.”
“You shall have it soon,” Bingley murmured. While Richard took out a paint brush he got from the servant earlier and worked on Darcy as quickly as he could. Bingley had his back on the door, preventing anyone from entering in.
After several minutes, General Fitzwilliam said, “Done!”
“Go!” Bingley was eager to go. He did not want to face Darcy when he woke up.
Once the two men were outside, Bingley was sent to call Mrs. Darcy up under some pretext. Mr. Darcy was not feeling well and required her assistance. Richard hid around a corner, until he saw Mrs. Darcy entered the room.
Elizabeth entered the chamber. From the bright moonlight, she could see that her husband was sleeping face down, his breeches were pulled down, exposing his white bottom.
“Oh my goodness!” She exclaimed. When she drew near, with the help of a single candle light still burning, she could see that his strong masculine buttocks were adorned with some colourful drawing. “Why Mr. Darcy! You have fireworks on your bottom.”
“Silly Lizzy! How can I have fireworks on my bottom, when I do not feel any heat?”
“Some one painted fireworks ON your buttocks.”
“Silly Lizzy, no one dares to do such a thing to the Master of Pemberley. Now no more dancing with any dukes. I am glad the ball is over and you are safely resting.” He pulled her down to lie besides him.
“But the ball is not yet finished.”
“Then why are we up here?”
“Charles said you were unwell and required my assistance.”
“I am very well,” he murmured as he rained kisses on her face and neck. His hands rubbed her full breasts through her silk gown. “Now that I can make love to my lovely Lizzy.”
“Hmh,” she moaned. “Fitzwilliam, there is a roomful of guests downstairs. We should not be doing this.”
“It is the eve of a new year, the guests shall leave before midnight.”
He hiked up her dress and slid his fingers along her folds. Mrs. Darcy forgot any further protest.
Her screams echoed the first sound of real fireworks outside the windows. The guests did not leave. While they were treated to an unforgettable display of colours in the cold winter night, the master and mistress of Pemberley enjoyed a steamy private spectacular of their own making.
What happened the next morning? Despite a sore head, Mr. Darcy was grinning to everyone. Not only did he enjoy the fierce rubbing by Mrs. Darcy for over an hour, to remove the fireworks on his buttocks, he learned about the reason of her fainting. He forgave Richard and Bingley graciously, as any soon-to-be father would have behaved.
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What do you think? Was Richard and Bingley let off too lightly?
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Thursday, December 30, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Mistaken Identity Part 2 - NB, NC-17
“Lydia! But she’s my youngest sister.” Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise.
“I saw the photos. You were moaning with ecstasy with Richard, whatever your name.”
“You’ve my bag, just look at my driving licence. I’m Elizabeth Bennet, not Lydia.”
Darcy wanted to salute to her acting skill. Did she anticipate that he wouldn’t pay the ransom so easily? Did she in fact want to land onto a larger fish like himself? Well she fared excellently so far, for he was hooked. He didn’t even mind she had slept with Richard before. If she was willing to warm his bed until he got his fill of her delectable body, he would reward her handsomely.
Another voice in his mind told himself he was crazy. He had never had to pay for sex before. True, some of the models and starlets he dated in his younger years were after his money and flame. But he had outgrown that phase. He was more selective in his choice of women now. Perhaps that was the problem. He hadn’t got laid for many months and the spirit of this woman sparked his interest. Not just that. His whole body seemed to be on fire for the not-so-fortunate kiss that lasted less than a few seconds earlier. Her lips were lush and her mouth tasted of bitter dark chocolate. The blaze in her eyes promised a heavenly response when he got her voluptuous body under his hard muscles. He intended to fuck her to oblivion, to make her forget all the men she had before.
Giving her a sarcastic look, he picked up her bag. Not a designer one. He raised his eyebrow and started searching.
A book? Did she have to be so obvious, to pretend to be a librarian? The Importance of Being Earnest? Perhaps she was learning about how to manage her multiple identities from Earnest.
Minimal of cosmetic. That didn’t fit her profile. Darcy frowned and glanced at this-so-called Elizabeth for a second. She hadn’t put on a lot of makeup right now. Just a lip gloss that highlighted the sultry lips.
The wallet, a simple dark blue leather one without any brand again. Strange. He flipped it open. Yes, Elizabeth Bennet, aged 23, auburn hair and dark brown eyes, perhaps 159 in height. Wait! The woman in the ransom photos couldn’t be that short.
“How tall is your sister?” Darcy almost sighed with relief as he asked. She was not the whore who slept with Richard.
“Lydia is about 179,” the tension in Elizabeth’s face seemed to drop. “Now you believe I’ve nothing to do with your cousin’s disappearance.”
He pondered for a minute. “Not so fast, you can be the mastermind!”
“Your wealth doesn’t seem to have improved your mind,” she retorted. “Why would I send you photos of myself to help you find me? If I’m really the kidnapper.”
“My mind is perfectly sound. You could have faked the driving licence.”
“Show me the photos then and I can tell you how they were photo-shopped.”
“No matter if you’re involved or not, Miss Elizabeth, if that’s really your name, it’s better for me to have you,” Darcy said slowly, his eyes scanning her body. “with me, until this is resolved.”
“You can’t kidnap me in order to find your kidnapped cousin!” She exclaimed, her face turned bright red and her chest shoved up and down, following her indignation. Darcy almost forgot about the problem of Richard. He wanted to be the one to make her scream and her body pulse. But the car stopped right at this moment.
He bent forward, fast, like a panther, disarmed her, got out of the car and picked her up over his shoulders, in one move.
Elizabeth’s heart skipped. How could he not believe her? What did Lydia do this time? She could feel this angry Mr. Darcy’s hands on her butt, restricting her kicks. She tried to scratch his back but he was wearing a thick tuxedo. There were two men standing by the limo but they didn’t come to her aid, no matter how she yelled. She could see that they were inside a garage, then an elevator. It seemed to be a private building for they didn’t encounter anyone until Mr. Darcy went past a spacious sitting room and into a masculine bedroom. He threw her onto the bed.
Before Elizabeth caught her bearing and ran for the door, he threw some photos to her. She stopped dead as she caught a glimpse of the images. Every one of them was scandalous. The face was in fact hers. But the body, in different pornographic poses, entertaining this Richard, wasn’t hers.
She drew in a deep breath. “Apparently you figured out that this woman is taller than I.”
Darcy stood blocking the door and nodded. “She’s your sister, Lydia?”
She nodded and pointed out one of the photos to him. “She has a diamond tattoo on her right butt cheek…”
“Which you don’t have?” He raised his browse and then added, with a curl on his mouth. “Take off your skirt and let me have a look.”
Her eyes flashed with dangerous light. “Give me my phone. I’ll track down Lydia for you.”
“So effortless?” He still didn’t believe her.
“I told you already, Mr. Darcy,” she rolled her eyes with exasperation, “Lydia wouldn’t send you photos that can identify her or me so easily. The person who sent you the ransom note is a dumb wit.”
He titled his head to the phone by the bed. “Use that phone. It’ll record all the conversation.”
She tried her eldest sister Jane, then several of Lydia’s friends before she found her youngest sister.
“Where the hell are you?” Elizabeth yelled over the phone as there was loud music blasting from the end of the other line.
“How about a ‘I miss you, my dear Lydia’ before shouting at me?”
“I’ve no time for chit chat, Lydia! There’s a mad man named Darcy here who thought I’ve kidnapped your boyfriend Richard.”
Lydia burst out laughing. “Rich, do you know a dickhead called Darcy? He thought you’re kidnapped by Lizzy. How droll!” Her piercing laughter was echoed by several women’s chuckles. But the happy cheers were interrupted by a loud scream of pain by a man.
“Darcy, help!”
“It’s Richard,” Darcy dashed to sit near Elizabeth and lowered his head to speak to the phone. “Are you harmed? Is this Lydia hurting you? I’ll send my body guards and call the police in. Where are you?”
“Knebworth House…” Another man replied hurriedly but his revelation was cut short by Lydia’s voice.
“Poosh, you stopped right there Dickhead Darby. Rich is enjoying it. Isn’t he?” Lydia asked someone.
“Definitely!” One woman said. “Immensely.” “He asked for it.”
“How come…” Elizabeth’s murmur was covered by another loud screeching sound of Richard. “No!”
“Who’s with you, Richard?” Darcy sounded anxious. His face knotted tight.
“Darcy, call in your body guards! The ransom note was just a joke.” The other man howled in pain.
“I’m dying! You must rescue us. The women are crazy…” the wail in anguish continued. “…they tie us up…”
“Wickham!” Darcy and Elizabeth exclaimed in unison.
“Yes, Wicky is with us too,” Lydia giggled with the other women.
“Is that Aunt Phillips and Mary with you?” Elizabeth glared at Darcy but fired the question to Lydia. “What are you doing to the men? Release them. Darcy said he wouldn’t let me go unless Richard is safe.”
“Why don’t you bring your Mr. Darcy here, Lizzy?” A woman with a serious voice said. “He’ll love it. We’re having a heavy metal Christmas party at Knebworth House.”
“Mary, what are you up to? What kind of party is that? Richard and Wickham are in agony.” Elizabeth didn’t believe her.
“It’s a Brazilian waxing party,” the voice of an older woman said. “Mr. Darcy, I’m Lizzy’s aunt Mrs. Phillips. Don’t worry about your friends. They agree to the party and will look marvellous after I wax them completely. I’ve done their chest and the hair on their toes already. Next are their cute little cocks. You’re welcomed to come too. Fanny and I do a mean waxing. Aren’t we?”
“Definitely, hi Mr. Darcy. I’m Lizzy’s mom.”
Elizabeth flung herself on the bed and covered her face with her hands.
“So you sent the ransom note and racy photos?” Darcy asked.
“Me?” “Not me!” “What ransom note?” “Nude photos?” “Who are in there?” “I want to see them!” The women asked on top of each other.
“Mr. Darcy received photos of Lydia making love with Richard but the face was doctored, with me on them.” Elizabeth explained, now with her hands covering her eyes. “They came with a ransom note for one million pounds, for the safe return of Richard.”
Whistles were heard from the other end of the phone and after some loud arguments, Lydia cursed. “Shithead!” It was then followed by sound of slapping. “You stole my love photos with Richard!”
“Yes, I did,” Wickham cried. “I’m sorry my gorgeous Lydia. Please just release me please. Urgh……”
“Why did you put my face on Lydia’s body?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yes, that’s gross,” another smacking was heard before Lydia continued, “My body is so much better than Lizzy’s. How can you degrade it by putting her face on MY body! Aunt, let me wax him.”
“Urgh…No…Please…Urgh.” Wickham’s shriek persisted.
“Lydia is waxing Wicky’s dick now, very roughly,” Mary stated with the voice of a dull clergywoman.
Amid sobs and pants, Wickham pleaded. “Please I just want revenge on Lizzy for refusing to go out with me before. I didn’t mean to tarnish your lovely body, Lydia, please, I don’t want more waxing.”
“You deserve it!” Darcy swore in a low voice before saying louder. “Richard, should I send in the body guards?”
“Too…late,” Richard’s voice was weak. “All my hair on the body is nearly gone. It hurts like hell. Lydia love, you didn’t say it will be such a torture.”
Darcy shook his head and hang up the speaker phone with force. He look at Elizabeth, who was still lying on his bed, with hands covering her eyes, breathing heavily.
He leaned down besides her and traced his knuckles along her arms.
She dropped her hands and glanced at him.
They eyes gazed at each other. The misunderstanding was gone. And the atmosphere in the bed seemed to be charged with mega kilowatt of electricity.
She raised her hand and caressed the red mark on his cheek. “I’m sorry to have hit you.”
“I’m sorry I said some really foul things to you.” He confessed shyly and held her hand to his face.
“You’re just worried about your cousin.” She smiled, licking her lips as she felt the heat from his body.
“You’ve some very,” His dimples showed. “interesting female relatives.”
“Your cousin is interesting too. Jane and I don’t live with them since I turned 15.” She panted as she saw his hand drifted lower to her waist. “We live with our father.”
“So I don’t need to worry about an invitation to a Brazilian waxing party?” He raised her hand and kissed the fingers.
“How about,” gasping, she uttered in a low voice, “a slumber party?”
He didn’t need more encouragement. His mouth drew to her sultry lips.
From the mistaken identity of a kidnapper, Elizabeth’s life was forever changed from that night onward. She became the girlfriend and then the wife of Mr. Darcy, one of the most eligible bachelors of England.
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Surprised? Enough? Feedback please. Thanks Paula for the party idea. Many thanks for reading and happy Christmas!
“I saw the photos. You were moaning with ecstasy with Richard, whatever your name.”
“You’ve my bag, just look at my driving licence. I’m Elizabeth Bennet, not Lydia.”
Darcy wanted to salute to her acting skill. Did she anticipate that he wouldn’t pay the ransom so easily? Did she in fact want to land onto a larger fish like himself? Well she fared excellently so far, for he was hooked. He didn’t even mind she had slept with Richard before. If she was willing to warm his bed until he got his fill of her delectable body, he would reward her handsomely.
Another voice in his mind told himself he was crazy. He had never had to pay for sex before. True, some of the models and starlets he dated in his younger years were after his money and flame. But he had outgrown that phase. He was more selective in his choice of women now. Perhaps that was the problem. He hadn’t got laid for many months and the spirit of this woman sparked his interest. Not just that. His whole body seemed to be on fire for the not-so-fortunate kiss that lasted less than a few seconds earlier. Her lips were lush and her mouth tasted of bitter dark chocolate. The blaze in her eyes promised a heavenly response when he got her voluptuous body under his hard muscles. He intended to fuck her to oblivion, to make her forget all the men she had before.
Giving her a sarcastic look, he picked up her bag. Not a designer one. He raised his eyebrow and started searching.
A book? Did she have to be so obvious, to pretend to be a librarian? The Importance of Being Earnest? Perhaps she was learning about how to manage her multiple identities from Earnest.
Minimal of cosmetic. That didn’t fit her profile. Darcy frowned and glanced at this-so-called Elizabeth for a second. She hadn’t put on a lot of makeup right now. Just a lip gloss that highlighted the sultry lips.
The wallet, a simple dark blue leather one without any brand again. Strange. He flipped it open. Yes, Elizabeth Bennet, aged 23, auburn hair and dark brown eyes, perhaps 159 in height. Wait! The woman in the ransom photos couldn’t be that short.
“How tall is your sister?” Darcy almost sighed with relief as he asked. She was not the whore who slept with Richard.
“Lydia is about 179,” the tension in Elizabeth’s face seemed to drop. “Now you believe I’ve nothing to do with your cousin’s disappearance.”
He pondered for a minute. “Not so fast, you can be the mastermind!”
“Your wealth doesn’t seem to have improved your mind,” she retorted. “Why would I send you photos of myself to help you find me? If I’m really the kidnapper.”
“My mind is perfectly sound. You could have faked the driving licence.”
“Show me the photos then and I can tell you how they were photo-shopped.”
“No matter if you’re involved or not, Miss Elizabeth, if that’s really your name, it’s better for me to have you,” Darcy said slowly, his eyes scanning her body. “with me, until this is resolved.”
“You can’t kidnap me in order to find your kidnapped cousin!” She exclaimed, her face turned bright red and her chest shoved up and down, following her indignation. Darcy almost forgot about the problem of Richard. He wanted to be the one to make her scream and her body pulse. But the car stopped right at this moment.
He bent forward, fast, like a panther, disarmed her, got out of the car and picked her up over his shoulders, in one move.
Elizabeth’s heart skipped. How could he not believe her? What did Lydia do this time? She could feel this angry Mr. Darcy’s hands on her butt, restricting her kicks. She tried to scratch his back but he was wearing a thick tuxedo. There were two men standing by the limo but they didn’t come to her aid, no matter how she yelled. She could see that they were inside a garage, then an elevator. It seemed to be a private building for they didn’t encounter anyone until Mr. Darcy went past a spacious sitting room and into a masculine bedroom. He threw her onto the bed.
Before Elizabeth caught her bearing and ran for the door, he threw some photos to her. She stopped dead as she caught a glimpse of the images. Every one of them was scandalous. The face was in fact hers. But the body, in different pornographic poses, entertaining this Richard, wasn’t hers.
She drew in a deep breath. “Apparently you figured out that this woman is taller than I.”
Darcy stood blocking the door and nodded. “She’s your sister, Lydia?”
She nodded and pointed out one of the photos to him. “She has a diamond tattoo on her right butt cheek…”
“Which you don’t have?” He raised his browse and then added, with a curl on his mouth. “Take off your skirt and let me have a look.”
Her eyes flashed with dangerous light. “Give me my phone. I’ll track down Lydia for you.”
“So effortless?” He still didn’t believe her.
“I told you already, Mr. Darcy,” she rolled her eyes with exasperation, “Lydia wouldn’t send you photos that can identify her or me so easily. The person who sent you the ransom note is a dumb wit.”
He titled his head to the phone by the bed. “Use that phone. It’ll record all the conversation.”
She tried her eldest sister Jane, then several of Lydia’s friends before she found her youngest sister.
“Where the hell are you?” Elizabeth yelled over the phone as there was loud music blasting from the end of the other line.
“How about a ‘I miss you, my dear Lydia’ before shouting at me?”
“I’ve no time for chit chat, Lydia! There’s a mad man named Darcy here who thought I’ve kidnapped your boyfriend Richard.”
Lydia burst out laughing. “Rich, do you know a dickhead called Darcy? He thought you’re kidnapped by Lizzy. How droll!” Her piercing laughter was echoed by several women’s chuckles. But the happy cheers were interrupted by a loud scream of pain by a man.
“Darcy, help!”
“It’s Richard,” Darcy dashed to sit near Elizabeth and lowered his head to speak to the phone. “Are you harmed? Is this Lydia hurting you? I’ll send my body guards and call the police in. Where are you?”
“Knebworth House…” Another man replied hurriedly but his revelation was cut short by Lydia’s voice.
“Poosh, you stopped right there Dickhead Darby. Rich is enjoying it. Isn’t he?” Lydia asked someone.
“Definitely!” One woman said. “Immensely.” “He asked for it.”
“How come…” Elizabeth’s murmur was covered by another loud screeching sound of Richard. “No!”
“Who’s with you, Richard?” Darcy sounded anxious. His face knotted tight.
“Darcy, call in your body guards! The ransom note was just a joke.” The other man howled in pain.
“I’m dying! You must rescue us. The women are crazy…” the wail in anguish continued. “…they tie us up…”
“Wickham!” Darcy and Elizabeth exclaimed in unison.
“Yes, Wicky is with us too,” Lydia giggled with the other women.
“Is that Aunt Phillips and Mary with you?” Elizabeth glared at Darcy but fired the question to Lydia. “What are you doing to the men? Release them. Darcy said he wouldn’t let me go unless Richard is safe.”
“Why don’t you bring your Mr. Darcy here, Lizzy?” A woman with a serious voice said. “He’ll love it. We’re having a heavy metal Christmas party at Knebworth House.”
“Mary, what are you up to? What kind of party is that? Richard and Wickham are in agony.” Elizabeth didn’t believe her.
“It’s a Brazilian waxing party,” the voice of an older woman said. “Mr. Darcy, I’m Lizzy’s aunt Mrs. Phillips. Don’t worry about your friends. They agree to the party and will look marvellous after I wax them completely. I’ve done their chest and the hair on their toes already. Next are their cute little cocks. You’re welcomed to come too. Fanny and I do a mean waxing. Aren’t we?”
“Definitely, hi Mr. Darcy. I’m Lizzy’s mom.”
Elizabeth flung herself on the bed and covered her face with her hands.
“So you sent the ransom note and racy photos?” Darcy asked.
“Me?” “Not me!” “What ransom note?” “Nude photos?” “Who are in there?” “I want to see them!” The women asked on top of each other.
“Mr. Darcy received photos of Lydia making love with Richard but the face was doctored, with me on them.” Elizabeth explained, now with her hands covering her eyes. “They came with a ransom note for one million pounds, for the safe return of Richard.”
Whistles were heard from the other end of the phone and after some loud arguments, Lydia cursed. “Shithead!” It was then followed by sound of slapping. “You stole my love photos with Richard!”
“Yes, I did,” Wickham cried. “I’m sorry my gorgeous Lydia. Please just release me please. Urgh……”
“Why did you put my face on Lydia’s body?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yes, that’s gross,” another smacking was heard before Lydia continued, “My body is so much better than Lizzy’s. How can you degrade it by putting her face on MY body! Aunt, let me wax him.”
“Urgh…No…Please…Urgh.” Wickham’s shriek persisted.
“Lydia is waxing Wicky’s dick now, very roughly,” Mary stated with the voice of a dull clergywoman.
Amid sobs and pants, Wickham pleaded. “Please I just want revenge on Lizzy for refusing to go out with me before. I didn’t mean to tarnish your lovely body, Lydia, please, I don’t want more waxing.”
“You deserve it!” Darcy swore in a low voice before saying louder. “Richard, should I send in the body guards?”
“Too…late,” Richard’s voice was weak. “All my hair on the body is nearly gone. It hurts like hell. Lydia love, you didn’t say it will be such a torture.”
Darcy shook his head and hang up the speaker phone with force. He look at Elizabeth, who was still lying on his bed, with hands covering her eyes, breathing heavily.
He leaned down besides her and traced his knuckles along her arms.
She dropped her hands and glanced at him.
They eyes gazed at each other. The misunderstanding was gone. And the atmosphere in the bed seemed to be charged with mega kilowatt of electricity.
She raised her hand and caressed the red mark on his cheek. “I’m sorry to have hit you.”
“I’m sorry I said some really foul things to you.” He confessed shyly and held her hand to his face.
“You’re just worried about your cousin.” She smiled, licking her lips as she felt the heat from his body.
“You’ve some very,” His dimples showed. “interesting female relatives.”
“Your cousin is interesting too. Jane and I don’t live with them since I turned 15.” She panted as she saw his hand drifted lower to her waist. “We live with our father.”
“So I don’t need to worry about an invitation to a Brazilian waxing party?” He raised her hand and kissed the fingers.
“How about,” gasping, she uttered in a low voice, “a slumber party?”
He didn’t need more encouragement. His mouth drew to her sultry lips.
From the mistaken identity of a kidnapper, Elizabeth’s life was forever changed from that night onward. She became the girlfriend and then the wife of Mr. Darcy, one of the most eligible bachelors of England.
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Surprised? Enough? Feedback please. Thanks Paula for the party idea. Many thanks for reading and happy Christmas!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Mistaken Identity Part 1 - NB, NC-17
“Let go of me!” Elizabeth yelled as she was pushed into a limo. It then sped away in high speed. She tried the door and it was locked. How could this have happened in Meryton? It was supposed to be a quiet and picturesque country town. She had lived there all her life until she moved to Cambridge last month.
Inside in the plush leather seat opposite, a man in tuxedo with arms folded across his chest stared at her. He had dark curly hair, broad shoulders and cold expression. At least he didn’t look like an axe murderer, she thought. But there was no telling these days. He could be a serial killer.
“Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?”
“Where is Richard?” He asked.
“Richard?” She frowned, thinking hard on her friends. “I don’t know any Richard. You’ve got the wrong person. Let me go or I’ll call the police.”
“I don’t think so, Miss Bennet. Kidnapping is a serious crime. And you’re the one who’s keeping Richard. It’s late and I’m tired. Tell me where he’s and I may put in some good words for you to the police.”
How did he know my name? Elizabeth thought. “No, I don’t know who this Richard is and I haven’t kidnapped him. I’m just a librarian working in the university. You’ve got the wrong person.”
“Librarian? That’s not what Richard told me.” He sneered. “You tell me where Richard is or you stay with me, for as long as it takes.”
“How many times did I’ve to tell you I don’t know him!”
“Don’t take me for a fool. I’ve seen the memory stick. You’ve known him, very well in fact.”
“What memory stick?”
“The one with scores of photos of you, opening your legs and let Richard suck your pussy to heaven.”
Elizabeth’s face turned bright red. Anger rose in her chest, she flew across the limo and slapped him across the face.
Snap!
Her hand landed on his angular cheek, loud and clear. She gasped, not believing what she had done. She had never hit another person in her life before.
As her body froze, Darcy grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.
“Wildcat!” He swore. His eyes flashed with angers. Her wild struggling rubbed her body against his wildly. Blood rushed from his head. Her breasts were pert and lush. Her nipples had peak, as she struggled against him. His arms had pinned her hands behind her back. He could feel her narrow waist and her round bouncy bottom. What a wild woman!
He didn’t study the photos that came with the ransom note long. He was not a pervert and found the body of this gold digger disgusting at that time. After all, his cousin Richard met her at a night club frequented by footballers. He told Darcy she was a good and easy fuck after he plied her with enough wine and gifts. They had been seeing each other for a month now.
But Darcy didn’t know why, in close proximity, this slut seemed to have bewitched him. Her eyes showed a myriad of emotions: innocence, fire and strength. These feelings could not be true. She spent her young life so far trying to feed on rich men. Her overused body was creating havoc in his, making his cock rise.
“Stop struggling.” His face was inches away from hers. “If you’re in such a desperate need of a million pounds, you can open your legs for me a few times. After all, the Darcy name weighs more in gold. There’s no need to involve Richard.” Against his own better judgement, he made her an offer. To follow that, he rubbed his arousal against her thighs, making his interest clear to her. The mere touch nearly undid him. He drew in a deep breath to calm his rioting blood but at the same time drew in her lavender scent. It was so refreshing, different from most of the manufactured perfumes.
“You’re sick!” Elizabeth spatted. “I’ve never slept with this Richard and I’ll never sleep with you. Let me go!”
“Your voice hurts my ears.” He said and then lowered his lips to silent her with a kiss.
She would not give in to such assault and bit him hard on the lips.
He yelled out in pain. She took the opportunity to struggle free of him and sat back on the opposite side of the seat.
“Don’t try it again.” She threatened menacingly, holding the fountain pen she grabbed from his breast pocket. “Or I won’t be responsible for my action.”
He brushed the blood from his lips and glared at her.
“Now ask the men to stop the car.”
“There’s no use. My body guards can disarm you easily.” He folded his arms across his chest again.
Elizabeth glared at him, drew in some deep breathes. “Then let start right at the beginning, Mr. Darcy,” she gathered her wit to get to the heart of the matter. Now that she had a small weapon in her hand and stayed far away from him, she felt a little more in control. “You were sent a memory stick, supposing with photos of me…having sex with this Richard. He has disappeared and from the note that came with the memory stick, his release would depend on your providing a million pounds. This Richard has told you he has known an Elizabeth Bennet? Who is not a librarian working in University of Cambridge? Who is this Richard to you? And what did he tell you this woman do?”
“If you want to continue to play game, I can indulge you,” Darcy replied with a sneer. “Richard is my cousin. He told me he met you at a night club in London a month ago, Miss Lydia Bennet.”
Inside in the plush leather seat opposite, a man in tuxedo with arms folded across his chest stared at her. He had dark curly hair, broad shoulders and cold expression. At least he didn’t look like an axe murderer, she thought. But there was no telling these days. He could be a serial killer.
“Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?”
“Where is Richard?” He asked.
“Richard?” She frowned, thinking hard on her friends. “I don’t know any Richard. You’ve got the wrong person. Let me go or I’ll call the police.”
“I don’t think so, Miss Bennet. Kidnapping is a serious crime. And you’re the one who’s keeping Richard. It’s late and I’m tired. Tell me where he’s and I may put in some good words for you to the police.”
How did he know my name? Elizabeth thought. “No, I don’t know who this Richard is and I haven’t kidnapped him. I’m just a librarian working in the university. You’ve got the wrong person.”
“Librarian? That’s not what Richard told me.” He sneered. “You tell me where Richard is or you stay with me, for as long as it takes.”
“How many times did I’ve to tell you I don’t know him!”
“Don’t take me for a fool. I’ve seen the memory stick. You’ve known him, very well in fact.”
“What memory stick?”
“The one with scores of photos of you, opening your legs and let Richard suck your pussy to heaven.”
Elizabeth’s face turned bright red. Anger rose in her chest, she flew across the limo and slapped him across the face.
Snap!
Her hand landed on his angular cheek, loud and clear. She gasped, not believing what she had done. She had never hit another person in her life before.
As her body froze, Darcy grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.
“Wildcat!” He swore. His eyes flashed with angers. Her wild struggling rubbed her body against his wildly. Blood rushed from his head. Her breasts were pert and lush. Her nipples had peak, as she struggled against him. His arms had pinned her hands behind her back. He could feel her narrow waist and her round bouncy bottom. What a wild woman!
He didn’t study the photos that came with the ransom note long. He was not a pervert and found the body of this gold digger disgusting at that time. After all, his cousin Richard met her at a night club frequented by footballers. He told Darcy she was a good and easy fuck after he plied her with enough wine and gifts. They had been seeing each other for a month now.
But Darcy didn’t know why, in close proximity, this slut seemed to have bewitched him. Her eyes showed a myriad of emotions: innocence, fire and strength. These feelings could not be true. She spent her young life so far trying to feed on rich men. Her overused body was creating havoc in his, making his cock rise.
“Stop struggling.” His face was inches away from hers. “If you’re in such a desperate need of a million pounds, you can open your legs for me a few times. After all, the Darcy name weighs more in gold. There’s no need to involve Richard.” Against his own better judgement, he made her an offer. To follow that, he rubbed his arousal against her thighs, making his interest clear to her. The mere touch nearly undid him. He drew in a deep breath to calm his rioting blood but at the same time drew in her lavender scent. It was so refreshing, different from most of the manufactured perfumes.
“You’re sick!” Elizabeth spatted. “I’ve never slept with this Richard and I’ll never sleep with you. Let me go!”
“Your voice hurts my ears.” He said and then lowered his lips to silent her with a kiss.
She would not give in to such assault and bit him hard on the lips.
He yelled out in pain. She took the opportunity to struggle free of him and sat back on the opposite side of the seat.
“Don’t try it again.” She threatened menacingly, holding the fountain pen she grabbed from his breast pocket. “Or I won’t be responsible for my action.”
He brushed the blood from his lips and glared at her.
“Now ask the men to stop the car.”
“There’s no use. My body guards can disarm you easily.” He folded his arms across his chest again.
Elizabeth glared at him, drew in some deep breathes. “Then let start right at the beginning, Mr. Darcy,” she gathered her wit to get to the heart of the matter. Now that she had a small weapon in her hand and stayed far away from him, she felt a little more in control. “You were sent a memory stick, supposing with photos of me…having sex with this Richard. He has disappeared and from the note that came with the memory stick, his release would depend on your providing a million pounds. This Richard has told you he has known an Elizabeth Bennet? Who is not a librarian working in University of Cambridge? Who is this Richard to you? And what did he tell you this woman do?”
“If you want to continue to play game, I can indulge you,” Darcy replied with a sneer. “Richard is my cousin. He told me he met you at a night club in London a month ago, Miss Lydia Bennet.”
Friday, October 8, 2010
Love, suck and sex - NC17, final
“Your beautiful breasts.” He kneeled down before her and put his arms on her waist. Her eyes widened and her spine straightened, pushing her chest nearer to him. He drew his head near and started suckling her nipples through her body suit.
Even through the thick fabric, Elizabeth could feel his talented tongue playing with her nipples. She didn’t expect this handsome man to partner her. In fact, she was thinking she might partner with Colonel Fitzwilliam, and had her toes up for expert treatment instead.
But now, this broody William Darcy was giving her indescribable pleasure, even with his halo on. She couldn’t imagine how the week would end. Could she forgive his arrogant remarks? But she couldn’t think anymore. His sucking was her undoing. Closing her eyes, she felt her head falling backward, pushing her breasts to him. She could feel tingling in her skin and body, wetness in her legs. Her hands tore at his hair helplessly.
It didn’t take long for her to reach her first ever climax. When she laid limp on the bench, he stood up to pick her up and walked deeper into Eden, where he came to a pond by a slow running water fall.
He lay her down by the pond and unzipped her body suit. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
“May I take off the halo?” Darcy requested again, his voice shaking with need.
Elizabeth bit her lip and took pity on him. After all, it’s just for the competition. “Let me.” She raised her hands. He lowered his head and allowed her to unhook it. Once it was off, he could no longer suppress his urges. His hands cupped and squeezed her pert breasts, shaping them to peaks as his tongue and lips licked and laved her nipples to rocks. He started sucking them hard for what seemed like eternity. She was pushed to climax one after another.
After almost an hour of intense activities, he finally stopped and asked for permission to further undress her.
Her already crimson face turned further red. “Why did you want me nude?”
“I want to see if I have other urges…” His eyes ran down her body. He was absolutely sure he wanted to suck her pussy.
“You take off your body suit too. I want to see you as well,” she said. “After all, it’s only fair.”
He complied readily. In fact, the body suit had been straining his arousal for too long.
“You look very different from the silicon inflatable.” Elizabeth commented.
“How?”
“You’re larger.” Her hands touched his shaft involuntarily. “Oh, you’re hot and velvety, not rubbery at all!”
Darcy sucked in a deep breath. She didn’t ask for permission, but lowered her head to suck his cock. His aroused manhood grew larger still, filling her mouth. She used her tongue to touch his skin and sucked hard. He grabbed the grass tight and thrust his hips up and down. Her tongue, lips and mouth were so well trained that it didn’t take her long to push him over the edge. He groaned out loud and trembled in ecstasy for a long time.
“Did you like it?” Elizabeth asked.
Darcy wiped the sweat from his brows and pulled her to lie on top of him. “I can’t describe the pleasure. You suck so well. Do you have any genes from suckones?”
“Not as far as we know. But my sisters and I spent hours learning it in the past year. It’ll be a shame if I can’t give you pleasure.”
He looked at her fine eyes and felt himself truly connected with her. Pushing her body suit down, his hands explored her mountains and valleys.
“May I have sex with you?” he asked.
“Why do you want to do that? We don’t need to do that to win the competition.”
“I want to be inside you when I suckle your nipples. The pleasure will double.” The intensity of his eyes and voice gave her shivers. She nodded.
He turned to lie on top of her, starting the sucking ritual of her lovely full breasts. None of areoles, the skin and the muscle were left unexplored. When she reached her climax again this time, he pushed his thick cock into her hot and wet pussy. He was big, firm and impressive, touching her virgin core with hard and fast thrusts. She moaned on and on. Her hands dug into his back as he pounded into her again and again, while continuing to suckle her nipples. Waves and waves of pleasure attacked her body, until he reached his peak and they tasted heaven together.
Darcy and Elizabeth spent a week of incredible time together, learning and getting to know each other. Darcy confirmed that he didn’t just have urges to worship nipples, but for her pussy too. By the time the competition finished, he persuaded her to visit him at Pemberley, his planet. And it didn’t take him long to get her marry him, to help him relieve his urges for the rest of his long life. Of course, Team Derbyshire won that year, with massive scores.
The end
Even through the thick fabric, Elizabeth could feel his talented tongue playing with her nipples. She didn’t expect this handsome man to partner her. In fact, she was thinking she might partner with Colonel Fitzwilliam, and had her toes up for expert treatment instead.
But now, this broody William Darcy was giving her indescribable pleasure, even with his halo on. She couldn’t imagine how the week would end. Could she forgive his arrogant remarks? But she couldn’t think anymore. His sucking was her undoing. Closing her eyes, she felt her head falling backward, pushing her breasts to him. She could feel tingling in her skin and body, wetness in her legs. Her hands tore at his hair helplessly.
It didn’t take long for her to reach her first ever climax. When she laid limp on the bench, he stood up to pick her up and walked deeper into Eden, where he came to a pond by a slow running water fall.
He lay her down by the pond and unzipped her body suit. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
“May I take off the halo?” Darcy requested again, his voice shaking with need.
Elizabeth bit her lip and took pity on him. After all, it’s just for the competition. “Let me.” She raised her hands. He lowered his head and allowed her to unhook it. Once it was off, he could no longer suppress his urges. His hands cupped and squeezed her pert breasts, shaping them to peaks as his tongue and lips licked and laved her nipples to rocks. He started sucking them hard for what seemed like eternity. She was pushed to climax one after another.
After almost an hour of intense activities, he finally stopped and asked for permission to further undress her.
Her already crimson face turned further red. “Why did you want me nude?”
“I want to see if I have other urges…” His eyes ran down her body. He was absolutely sure he wanted to suck her pussy.
“You take off your body suit too. I want to see you as well,” she said. “After all, it’s only fair.”
He complied readily. In fact, the body suit had been straining his arousal for too long.
“You look very different from the silicon inflatable.” Elizabeth commented.
“How?”
“You’re larger.” Her hands touched his shaft involuntarily. “Oh, you’re hot and velvety, not rubbery at all!”
Darcy sucked in a deep breath. She didn’t ask for permission, but lowered her head to suck his cock. His aroused manhood grew larger still, filling her mouth. She used her tongue to touch his skin and sucked hard. He grabbed the grass tight and thrust his hips up and down. Her tongue, lips and mouth were so well trained that it didn’t take her long to push him over the edge. He groaned out loud and trembled in ecstasy for a long time.
“Did you like it?” Elizabeth asked.
Darcy wiped the sweat from his brows and pulled her to lie on top of him. “I can’t describe the pleasure. You suck so well. Do you have any genes from suckones?”
“Not as far as we know. But my sisters and I spent hours learning it in the past year. It’ll be a shame if I can’t give you pleasure.”
He looked at her fine eyes and felt himself truly connected with her. Pushing her body suit down, his hands explored her mountains and valleys.
“May I have sex with you?” he asked.
“Why do you want to do that? We don’t need to do that to win the competition.”
“I want to be inside you when I suckle your nipples. The pleasure will double.” The intensity of his eyes and voice gave her shivers. She nodded.
He turned to lie on top of her, starting the sucking ritual of her lovely full breasts. None of areoles, the skin and the muscle were left unexplored. When she reached her climax again this time, he pushed his thick cock into her hot and wet pussy. He was big, firm and impressive, touching her virgin core with hard and fast thrusts. She moaned on and on. Her hands dug into his back as he pounded into her again and again, while continuing to suckle her nipples. Waves and waves of pleasure attacked her body, until he reached his peak and they tasted heaven together.
Darcy and Elizabeth spent a week of incredible time together, learning and getting to know each other. Darcy confirmed that he didn’t just have urges to worship nipples, but for her pussy too. By the time the competition finished, he persuaded her to visit him at Pemberley, his planet. And it didn’t take him long to get her marry him, to help him relieve his urges for the rest of his long life. Of course, Team Derbyshire won that year, with massive scores.
The end
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Love, suck and sex - NC17, Part 2 of 3
“Go for her,” Darcy replied. He might have to settle for the next beauty, Kitty Bennet, but she didn’t look intelligent. It could be quite a bore to spend a whole week with her. If it weren’t for his sister Georgiana, he wouldn’t have entered this year’s competition. She had urged him to get married, to find the right partner who could make his life more balanced. Now he regretted entering it. They had been to over twenty sponsored planets, but no woman seemed to be able to stir his urges. In fact, he wasn’t too sure if he just had one urge, or if he had more, as he had had his electronic halo fitted very young because of his exceptionally high level of hormone. That was why he had asked Uncle Matlock not to talk about his urges to partners.
Twenty-four minutes later, Spaceship Derbyshire docked at Longbourn. This time, Mrs. Bennet had all of her five daughters in the receiving line. Darcy felt the eyes of Lizzy Bennet on him the minute he walked down the plank. Her eyes sparkled with fire. Her mouth held in a thin line and she folded her arms across her chest, giving him a death glare.
What did I do to earn such a reception? Darcy thought. But his eyes were pulled to her chest. He could see that she had the nicest pair of breasts he had seen so far. Suddenly he could feel the urge to drink her essence attacking him. He raised his hand to touch the halo. It was comforting to know that it was firmly in place, or he might tear open the green body suit of this Lizzy and start suckling her nipples in front of everyone.
“Welcome to Longbourn, Commander Matlock,” Mrs. Bennet said cheerfully. “You have met all my girls, except Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth gave the men a nod. Her eyes still fixed on Darcy.
“Let’s go in and have some tea.” Mrs. Bennet said.
The visitors agreed. When Darcy turned to follow his uncle, Richard pulled him aside. “I want to partner with this Elizabeth. She looks hot.”
“Sorry, Richard. I get to choose first, and she stirs my urges,” Darcy said honestly. After meeting her, there was no way he could settle for any of her sisters.
“Bloody! I’m always left with the less attractive ones.”
“Fifteen less attractive ones comparing to my only one?”
“True, there have been some great beauties in the past years, but I just didn’t want to tie myself to any of them yet.” Richard clapped his cousin’s shoulders. “Okay, let’s go and get the competition going. I’ll partner with Kitty. We may beat Kent this time, with lacklustre competitors Collins, Anne and Wickham on their team.”
During tea, Richard sat next to Elizabeth and chatted with her. They laughed and debated animatedly. Darcy sat at the other end of the room, observing them with curious interest.
Once the tea was over, Matlock got down to business. “Darcy, as a first timer will start the choosing.”
Darcy stood up and bowed to Mrs. Bennet. “I’ll partner with Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”
The women were surprised, especially Lizzy herself. “I thought you said I was perhaps too plain to incite your interest?” she blurted out.
The men looked at each other. “Oh, I didn’t shut down the communication properly?” Richard asked.
“Yes, we heard both Mr. Bingley and you wanted to partner with Jane,” Lydia said to Colonel Fitzwilliam, with a pout.
Darcy understood why Elizabeth was glaring at him all this time. Her fiery response to his speculation sparked his urges further. He walked purposefully toward her and gave her a bow, before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “Uncle, I will go to Austen Arena now.” He then touched the s-watch on his wrist and had Elizabeth and himself beamed to the underground competition area.
“Put me down!” Elizabeth beat his back with her hands. “There’s no need for such caveman tactics. I can walk!”
Darcy felt the urge increasing in exponential intensity. He looked at the various doors in the underground passage and selected Eden Garden quickly. Once he pushed the door shut, he put Elizabeth down. They were scanned, and electronic monitors were tagged onto their ankles.
“I’m sorry about the speculation you overheard,” Darcy apologised. “May I take off my halo now?”
“You didn’t even bother to speak one word with me just now, and you want to get right into the competition. Are you desperate for the prize money?” She gave him another glare before walking inside Eden and sitting on a bench there, among a field of wild lavender.
Darcy took in a deep breath to calm his urges. He walked near her and explained. “You stirred my urges. I didn’t dare to come too near you just now, in case I started worshiping you right in front of everyone.”
She looked at him with bright eyes. Her head was craned to a side, assessing him. “What are your urges?”
To be continued on 8 October 2010
Twenty-four minutes later, Spaceship Derbyshire docked at Longbourn. This time, Mrs. Bennet had all of her five daughters in the receiving line. Darcy felt the eyes of Lizzy Bennet on him the minute he walked down the plank. Her eyes sparkled with fire. Her mouth held in a thin line and she folded her arms across her chest, giving him a death glare.
What did I do to earn such a reception? Darcy thought. But his eyes were pulled to her chest. He could see that she had the nicest pair of breasts he had seen so far. Suddenly he could feel the urge to drink her essence attacking him. He raised his hand to touch the halo. It was comforting to know that it was firmly in place, or he might tear open the green body suit of this Lizzy and start suckling her nipples in front of everyone.
“Welcome to Longbourn, Commander Matlock,” Mrs. Bennet said cheerfully. “You have met all my girls, except Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth gave the men a nod. Her eyes still fixed on Darcy.
“Let’s go in and have some tea.” Mrs. Bennet said.
The visitors agreed. When Darcy turned to follow his uncle, Richard pulled him aside. “I want to partner with this Elizabeth. She looks hot.”
“Sorry, Richard. I get to choose first, and she stirs my urges,” Darcy said honestly. After meeting her, there was no way he could settle for any of her sisters.
“Bloody! I’m always left with the less attractive ones.”
“Fifteen less attractive ones comparing to my only one?”
“True, there have been some great beauties in the past years, but I just didn’t want to tie myself to any of them yet.” Richard clapped his cousin’s shoulders. “Okay, let’s go and get the competition going. I’ll partner with Kitty. We may beat Kent this time, with lacklustre competitors Collins, Anne and Wickham on their team.”
During tea, Richard sat next to Elizabeth and chatted with her. They laughed and debated animatedly. Darcy sat at the other end of the room, observing them with curious interest.
Once the tea was over, Matlock got down to business. “Darcy, as a first timer will start the choosing.”
Darcy stood up and bowed to Mrs. Bennet. “I’ll partner with Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”
The women were surprised, especially Lizzy herself. “I thought you said I was perhaps too plain to incite your interest?” she blurted out.
The men looked at each other. “Oh, I didn’t shut down the communication properly?” Richard asked.
“Yes, we heard both Mr. Bingley and you wanted to partner with Jane,” Lydia said to Colonel Fitzwilliam, with a pout.
Darcy understood why Elizabeth was glaring at him all this time. Her fiery response to his speculation sparked his urges further. He walked purposefully toward her and gave her a bow, before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “Uncle, I will go to Austen Arena now.” He then touched the s-watch on his wrist and had Elizabeth and himself beamed to the underground competition area.
“Put me down!” Elizabeth beat his back with her hands. “There’s no need for such caveman tactics. I can walk!”
Darcy felt the urge increasing in exponential intensity. He looked at the various doors in the underground passage and selected Eden Garden quickly. Once he pushed the door shut, he put Elizabeth down. They were scanned, and electronic monitors were tagged onto their ankles.
“I’m sorry about the speculation you overheard,” Darcy apologised. “May I take off my halo now?”
“You didn’t even bother to speak one word with me just now, and you want to get right into the competition. Are you desperate for the prize money?” She gave him another glare before walking inside Eden and sitting on a bench there, among a field of wild lavender.
Darcy took in a deep breath to calm his urges. He walked near her and explained. “You stirred my urges. I didn’t dare to come too near you just now, in case I started worshiping you right in front of everyone.”
She looked at him with bright eyes. Her head was craned to a side, assessing him. “What are your urges?”
To be continued on 8 October 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Love, suck and sex - NC17, Part 1 of 3
Totally silly Pride and Prejudice + science fiction. This is not for the faint hearted.
***
Once upon a time, vampires roamed the streets and sucked the blood out of men and women on earth. The two greatest clans of vampires came from Derbyshire and Kent. Their thirst for blood turned into an unofficial contest. The human race was nearly wiped out by their rivalry, until one day, a truce was temporarily reached. Since then, the human population was increased again by mixed marriages with vampires and cloning.
The bloodthirsty creatures were also castrated and cloned to become suckones. They no longer drank blood. They now nursed for pleasure, in the Annual Sucking Competition, when their electronic halo which suppressed their urges was released. Or if they were lucky and found a partner whom they could feed their urges on, they could wear the halo less frequently, and increase their life expectancy.
Suckones sponsored less wealthy planets to provide partners for their competitors. Men and women participated in the week long festival. Team members were tagged with bio-devices to monitor their pleasure levels. The couple who scored the top marks would win and split the prize money.
“Commander Matlock, Spaceship Derbyshire will arrive on schedule at Planet Hertfordshire in 1800,” Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam reported.
“Good! And the position of SK?” Commander Andrew Matlock asked.
“Spaceship Kent is at 69x 88y 33z, Sir! About 0.05 light years away.”
“Wonderful! We’ll arrive ahead of SK and get the amazing opportunity of choosing first.”
“Should I send the protocol signal to Hertfordshire now?”
“Yes.”
After meeting teams from Goulding House, Purvis Lodge and Lucas Lodge, Matlock shook his head. He was in despair of finding the right partners for his team.
“The next one of decent size is Longbourn, Sir!” Richard read the data on his s-pad.
“Put the Commander of Longbourn on.”
After a few seconds, a middle-aged woman with handsome features appeared on the s-screen.
“You’re the Commander, madam?” Matlock was a bit unsure. She wore a rather silly uniform in red and pink, not at all like a commander with entrants for a serious competition.
“Indeed, Sir! I’m Mrs. Bennet. My husband past away last year, and this is the first time Longbourn is participating in the Annual Sucking Competition. With the generous funding from the suckones, I’ve been training my girls very hard.”
Matlock’s eyes brightened up. He did not anticipate finding such a gem in this backwater Planet Hertfordshire. First time team partners always incited his suckone clan to perform. “I’ve three competitors this time. Colonel Fitzwilliam, my son, has 15 years experience. He specialises in toe indulgence. William Darcy, my nephew, is a first time participant too. He prefers to keep his speciality confidential. Charles Bingley has three years experience. He specialises in lip worship.”
“Marvellous! I have five girls. All of them are, of course, first time participants. Come, girls! This is Jane, Lydia, Kitty and Mary. Where is Lizzy? That wild girl. I only train my girls to give men pleasure. They have worked with silicon men this last year, spending up to six hours a day training.”
Matlock looked at his team. Both Bingley and Richard had their eyes fixed on Jane. Darcy looked distant and uninterested. Well, finally two out of three, not bad. “Mrs. Bennet, expect us in 1824.”
“You do us great honour, Commander Matlock!” Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, hugging and laughing with Lydia and Kitty.
Richard switched off the communication and said, “Jane Bennet is exceptionally pretty.”
“She smiles too much,” Darcy said. “This Lizzy Bennet is perhaps too plain to incite my pleasure. That's why she's hiding.”
“You amaze me, Darcy. All the Bennet ladies are very pretty. And this Jane is angelic!” Bingley argued. “Can I partner with her?”
“But I had my eyes on her first!” Richard said.
Matlock jumped in. “Richard, you know the rule. The least experienced suckone has first choice to choose. So Darcy first, then Bingley, and you’re the last.”
“Bloody unfair rule!” Richard swore.
“Not at all,” Matlock said. “First timers need someone who can incite them to perform best. You are so experienced that you probably can perform at a reasonable level, even without your partner’s stimulation.”
“I know. It's just a bloody annoying rule!” Richard said again.
“You won’t be in my way?” Bingley turned to ask Darcy.
Continue on 6 October 2010
***
Once upon a time, vampires roamed the streets and sucked the blood out of men and women on earth. The two greatest clans of vampires came from Derbyshire and Kent. Their thirst for blood turned into an unofficial contest. The human race was nearly wiped out by their rivalry, until one day, a truce was temporarily reached. Since then, the human population was increased again by mixed marriages with vampires and cloning.
The bloodthirsty creatures were also castrated and cloned to become suckones. They no longer drank blood. They now nursed for pleasure, in the Annual Sucking Competition, when their electronic halo which suppressed their urges was released. Or if they were lucky and found a partner whom they could feed their urges on, they could wear the halo less frequently, and increase their life expectancy.
Suckones sponsored less wealthy planets to provide partners for their competitors. Men and women participated in the week long festival. Team members were tagged with bio-devices to monitor their pleasure levels. The couple who scored the top marks would win and split the prize money.
“Commander Matlock, Spaceship Derbyshire will arrive on schedule at Planet Hertfordshire in 1800,” Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam reported.
“Good! And the position of SK?” Commander Andrew Matlock asked.
“Spaceship Kent is at 69x 88y 33z, Sir! About 0.05 light years away.”
“Wonderful! We’ll arrive ahead of SK and get the amazing opportunity of choosing first.”
“Should I send the protocol signal to Hertfordshire now?”
“Yes.”
After meeting teams from Goulding House, Purvis Lodge and Lucas Lodge, Matlock shook his head. He was in despair of finding the right partners for his team.
“The next one of decent size is Longbourn, Sir!” Richard read the data on his s-pad.
“Put the Commander of Longbourn on.”
After a few seconds, a middle-aged woman with handsome features appeared on the s-screen.
“You’re the Commander, madam?” Matlock was a bit unsure. She wore a rather silly uniform in red and pink, not at all like a commander with entrants for a serious competition.
“Indeed, Sir! I’m Mrs. Bennet. My husband past away last year, and this is the first time Longbourn is participating in the Annual Sucking Competition. With the generous funding from the suckones, I’ve been training my girls very hard.”
Matlock’s eyes brightened up. He did not anticipate finding such a gem in this backwater Planet Hertfordshire. First time team partners always incited his suckone clan to perform. “I’ve three competitors this time. Colonel Fitzwilliam, my son, has 15 years experience. He specialises in toe indulgence. William Darcy, my nephew, is a first time participant too. He prefers to keep his speciality confidential. Charles Bingley has three years experience. He specialises in lip worship.”
“Marvellous! I have five girls. All of them are, of course, first time participants. Come, girls! This is Jane, Lydia, Kitty and Mary. Where is Lizzy? That wild girl. I only train my girls to give men pleasure. They have worked with silicon men this last year, spending up to six hours a day training.”
Matlock looked at his team. Both Bingley and Richard had their eyes fixed on Jane. Darcy looked distant and uninterested. Well, finally two out of three, not bad. “Mrs. Bennet, expect us in 1824.”
“You do us great honour, Commander Matlock!” Mrs. Bennet exclaimed, hugging and laughing with Lydia and Kitty.
Richard switched off the communication and said, “Jane Bennet is exceptionally pretty.”
“She smiles too much,” Darcy said. “This Lizzy Bennet is perhaps too plain to incite my pleasure. That's why she's hiding.”
“You amaze me, Darcy. All the Bennet ladies are very pretty. And this Jane is angelic!” Bingley argued. “Can I partner with her?”
“But I had my eyes on her first!” Richard said.
Matlock jumped in. “Richard, you know the rule. The least experienced suckone has first choice to choose. So Darcy first, then Bingley, and you’re the last.”
“Bloody unfair rule!” Richard swore.
“Not at all,” Matlock said. “First timers need someone who can incite them to perform best. You are so experienced that you probably can perform at a reasonable level, even without your partner’s stimulation.”
“I know. It's just a bloody annoying rule!” Richard said again.
“You won’t be in my way?” Bingley turned to ask Darcy.
Continue on 6 October 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Who get lost?
I got lost in Wickham Street last week and came up with writing this drabble.
***
“Should we go to Darcy Street club tonight?” Elizabeth said.
Jane and Charlotte agreed. But on arriving there, they were denied entry by a tall handsome bouncer.
“Our club does not grant entry to woman with inappropriate dress code,” he gazed at Elizabeth mini leather skirt.
“What kind of rule is that?” Elizabeth gritted her teeth. “I want to speak to the manager.” Jane and Charlotte moved further away from the pair. They knew that mishaps would happen when Elizabeth was angry.
“I’m more senior than the manager.” The bouncer said as he folded his arms across his chest.
“Ha, you sure look like you’re a senior citizen.” She retorted with a smile.
He frowned and continued to stare at her. “I’m the owner of the club. I’m Darcy.”
“Arrogant jerk!” Elizabeth swore. “Let’s go, Jane and Charlotte. I think the club at Wickham Street has more charm.”
Before she turned to join her friends, Darcy grabbed her arm. “Wickham is a scumbag. His club serves coke.” He lowered his head inches away from her face and said in a low voice.
His wonderful masculine scent cooled her temper slightly. She said in a sweet teasing voice, “I happen to like diet coke.”
“I mean cocaine, ice, ecstasy etc. A girl like you doesn’t want to mess with them.” Darcy’s lips relaxed on seeing her flirty expression. “How about I allow you into my club this time, if you promise me a dance?” He lowered his voice further to a caressing level.
She looked up and down at his body. “So tame?”
“You want it wild?” Darcy arched his eyes and picked her up suddenly, fireman style. She yelled. He walked through a side door and slammed it shut, ignoring the loud voices of Jane and Charlotte.
Despite Elizabeth’s continued screaming and kicking, Darcy carried her into his office and dumped her onto the sofa bed quickly. Then he started tearing off their clothes. “Am I wild enough for you, Mrs. Darcy?”
Elizabeth did not reply. She was too busy, moaning.
***
“Should we go to Darcy Street club tonight?” Elizabeth said.
Jane and Charlotte agreed. But on arriving there, they were denied entry by a tall handsome bouncer.
“Our club does not grant entry to woman with inappropriate dress code,” he gazed at Elizabeth mini leather skirt.
“What kind of rule is that?” Elizabeth gritted her teeth. “I want to speak to the manager.” Jane and Charlotte moved further away from the pair. They knew that mishaps would happen when Elizabeth was angry.
“I’m more senior than the manager.” The bouncer said as he folded his arms across his chest.
“Ha, you sure look like you’re a senior citizen.” She retorted with a smile.
He frowned and continued to stare at her. “I’m the owner of the club. I’m Darcy.”
“Arrogant jerk!” Elizabeth swore. “Let’s go, Jane and Charlotte. I think the club at Wickham Street has more charm.”
Before she turned to join her friends, Darcy grabbed her arm. “Wickham is a scumbag. His club serves coke.” He lowered his head inches away from her face and said in a low voice.
His wonderful masculine scent cooled her temper slightly. She said in a sweet teasing voice, “I happen to like diet coke.”
“I mean cocaine, ice, ecstasy etc. A girl like you doesn’t want to mess with them.” Darcy’s lips relaxed on seeing her flirty expression. “How about I allow you into my club this time, if you promise me a dance?” He lowered his voice further to a caressing level.
She looked up and down at his body. “So tame?”
“You want it wild?” Darcy arched his eyes and picked her up suddenly, fireman style. She yelled. He walked through a side door and slammed it shut, ignoring the loud voices of Jane and Charlotte.
Despite Elizabeth’s continued screaming and kicking, Darcy carried her into his office and dumped her onto the sofa bed quickly. Then he started tearing off their clothes. “Am I wild enough for you, Mrs. Darcy?”
Elizabeth did not reply. She was too busy, moaning.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sexy Austin
Press here to read the article about Austin being named the sexiest city in the USA. I've never been there so please excuse me of any stereotype in the drabble.
****
“I read that Austin is the sexiest city in the States,” Bingley said.
“Such a backwater place?” Darcy frowned.
“The survey said because it’s hot here,” Bingley tilted his head towards the two girls who just entered the bar. “That’s why people wear less. That blond goddess is divine.” He stood up to chat to the women.
“Stop picking up trashy women!” Darcy uttered in low voice but he followed his friend anyway, to prevent him from being ripped off by some sluts.
After several drinks and an hour of conversation, he was proved wrong. The Bennet cowgirls were hot, smart and independent. Jane was the family’s accountant and Elizabeth the vet.
When Bingley left with Jane for a dance, Darcy did the unthinkable and asked Elizabeth for a dance.
She walked out to dance floor, only to talk for a minute with her sister. Then she turned to say to him, “I thought you said Jane and I was slut.”
With that parting shot, she walked out of the bar with a sway of her hips.
Darcy looked at the tight shorts hugging her delicious derriere and the colourful cowgirl boots framing the long legs, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight, without apologising. He raced after her into Austin.
The Broken Spoke as suggested by Helen Ginger. Photo from Broken Spoke in Austin.
****
“I read that Austin is the sexiest city in the States,” Bingley said.
“Such a backwater place?” Darcy frowned.
“The survey said because it’s hot here,” Bingley tilted his head towards the two girls who just entered the bar. “That’s why people wear less. That blond goddess is divine.” He stood up to chat to the women.
“Stop picking up trashy women!” Darcy uttered in low voice but he followed his friend anyway, to prevent him from being ripped off by some sluts.
After several drinks and an hour of conversation, he was proved wrong. The Bennet cowgirls were hot, smart and independent. Jane was the family’s accountant and Elizabeth the vet.
When Bingley left with Jane for a dance, Darcy did the unthinkable and asked Elizabeth for a dance.
She walked out to dance floor, only to talk for a minute with her sister. Then she turned to say to him, “I thought you said Jane and I was slut.”
With that parting shot, she walked out of the bar with a sway of her hips.
Darcy looked at the tight shorts hugging her delicious derriere and the colourful cowgirl boots framing the long legs, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight, without apologising. He raced after her into Austin.
The Broken Spoke as suggested by Helen Ginger. Photo from Broken Spoke in Austin.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Campari for Mr. Darcy
I've joined some yahoo blog book tour friends for an October blog challenge. I've to write blog post every day for the month.
I'm thinking of mixing posts of drabble collections, my favourite YouTube, my favourite blogs and of course my favourite food.
BF is learning Italian and he gave me the first drabble word to write "campari". Maybe I should get Mr. Darcy very drunk...
I'm thinking of mixing posts of drabble collections, my favourite YouTube, my favourite blogs and of course my favourite food.
BF is learning Italian and he gave me the first drabble word to write "campari". Maybe I should get Mr. Darcy very drunk...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
What a handy job!
I love going to IKEA but I've never heard about IKEA sex. Here is what I read from an other blogger recently. LOL.
Writes another aspirer to IKEA sex:
I bought this IKEA table and I can't assemble it. Come over and put it together for me and I'll masturbate while you do it. With a dildo. And I will serve you unlimited iced tea. I'm 37 and not amazing looking but totally serviceable.
Read the full post at In Bed with Married Women.
Writes another aspirer to IKEA sex:
I bought this IKEA table and I can't assemble it. Come over and put it together for me and I'll masturbate while you do it. With a dildo. And I will serve you unlimited iced tea. I'm 37 and not amazing looking but totally serviceable.
Read the full post at In Bed with Married Women.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Bra+Heat = DH - Part 2
Elizabeth’s role was to do control experiments to test the proportion in the change of the bra structure against different temperature ranges and introduce various variables to see how that proportion would differ.
Today’s experiment involved five minutes of slow walking on the treadmill and then 15 seconds of fast running.
She was into her second cycle of the test when the door of the laboratory was pushed open.
“Mr. Darcy!” Elizabeth exclaimed as she saw Darcy walked in. She swallowed hard as her eyes scanned from his masculine bare torso down to his tight speedo and strong thighs. She stopped running but her heart seemed to be still pumping.
“Miss Bennet!” He stopped dead near the door and drew in a deep breath. His gaze focused on her creamy white breasts, which were cupped by the blue bra and linked to various black wires. His arousal came on immediately so he moved the towel he was carrying to cover his front.
“I…Are your family well?” He said, shifting from one foot to another.
“They… they are well. And yours?” She drew in a deep breath and stepped down from the treadmill.
Pop!
She felt a jerk on her body and then looked down at her chest in horror. The front clipped Steamy Bra had burst opened and it literally flew off from her body to the computer monitor. She turned to try to grab it back but lost her footing on the edge of the treadmill.
“Ah!” She screamed in frustration.
Darcy’s eyes nearly popped out on seeing her deep red nipples. But on hearing her scream, he dashed over to save her from falling over.
With hands wrapping around her waist, he pulled her up a bit too hard. Their naked upper bodies smacked onto each other.
“Elizabeth.” He moaned out her name and lowered his lips to suckle her sensual lips.
“Oh!” She breathed the word into his mouth and rubbed her hands around his back. As her nipples became rock hard against his chest, she felt his arousal pushing against her.
When he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, she felt liquid heat down her body and in dire need of doing something violent. So she pushed his speedo down and grabbed his bottom.
That got Darcy groaned in ecstasy.
“William and Elizabeth!” Mrs. Reynolds blinked her eyes twice. An almost naked Mr. Darcy was standing in her lab, kissing passionately a half-naked Elizabeth. She blinked one more time and caught sight of the computer. “My Steamy bra!” She cried out and strode into the lab to rescue the prototype.
Darcy did not care a toss about the bra. He wanted to continue kissing Elizabeth so he pulled up his swim trousers and carried a squeaking Elizabeth through the back door and out to the lake.
The End
Today’s experiment involved five minutes of slow walking on the treadmill and then 15 seconds of fast running.
She was into her second cycle of the test when the door of the laboratory was pushed open.
“Mr. Darcy!” Elizabeth exclaimed as she saw Darcy walked in. She swallowed hard as her eyes scanned from his masculine bare torso down to his tight speedo and strong thighs. She stopped running but her heart seemed to be still pumping.
“Miss Bennet!” He stopped dead near the door and drew in a deep breath. His gaze focused on her creamy white breasts, which were cupped by the blue bra and linked to various black wires. His arousal came on immediately so he moved the towel he was carrying to cover his front.
“I…Are your family well?” He said, shifting from one foot to another.
“They… they are well. And yours?” She drew in a deep breath and stepped down from the treadmill.
Pop!
She felt a jerk on her body and then looked down at her chest in horror. The front clipped Steamy Bra had burst opened and it literally flew off from her body to the computer monitor. She turned to try to grab it back but lost her footing on the edge of the treadmill.
“Ah!” She screamed in frustration.
Darcy’s eyes nearly popped out on seeing her deep red nipples. But on hearing her scream, he dashed over to save her from falling over.
With hands wrapping around her waist, he pulled her up a bit too hard. Their naked upper bodies smacked onto each other.
“Elizabeth.” He moaned out her name and lowered his lips to suckle her sensual lips.
“Oh!” She breathed the word into his mouth and rubbed her hands around his back. As her nipples became rock hard against his chest, she felt his arousal pushing against her.
When he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, she felt liquid heat down her body and in dire need of doing something violent. So she pushed his speedo down and grabbed his bottom.
That got Darcy groaned in ecstasy.
“William and Elizabeth!” Mrs. Reynolds blinked her eyes twice. An almost naked Mr. Darcy was standing in her lab, kissing passionately a half-naked Elizabeth. She blinked one more time and caught sight of the computer. “My Steamy bra!” She cried out and strode into the lab to rescue the prototype.
Darcy did not care a toss about the bra. He wanted to continue kissing Elizabeth so he pulled up his swim trousers and carried a squeaking Elizabeth through the back door and out to the lake.
The End
Monday, September 6, 2010
Bra+Heat = DH - Part 1
“Elizabeth, I’m sorry you do not get the placement with the National Research Council.” Magdalene Gardiner said.
Elizabeth’s face crumbled.
“But I’ve got another exciting opportunity for you. Amy Reynolds is an old friend of mine and she’s looking for a physics graduate for her project…”
A week later, Elizabeth reported duty to Pemberley Products. She had misgivings in taking up the job. First, the company belonged to him. What if she met him there? It would be most awkward.
Second, why would a bra development project need a physics graduate? Mrs. Reynolds did not conduct the interview herself so Elizabeth didn’t have a chance to ask in detail. But the salary was generous and it would help her pay a big trunk of next year’s graduate school. Anyway the job was in Derbyshire, away from London where he was reported to have been seen lately.
She had settled in the job for a week and truly liked it.
“Oh Lizzy, sorry to do this to you, but the model is off sick today. Can you help do the test instead?” Mrs. Reynolds came in with the latest prototype of the Steamy Bra. “You can see my chest is no where near its size.” She laughed as she placed the prototype on her chest to demonstrate the point.
“We should make another smaller-size prototype in future.” Elizabeth murmured as she agreed to stand in for the model. She went behind the curtain and took off her blouse to put on the bra. Luckily she was dressed in a loose skirt today.
“I wish that too. But we can’t be too wasteful at this stage of the product development.” Mrs. Reynolds said. Then she called out suddenly. “Ugh! I totally forget about the visitors tomorrow. I need to talk to Wharton, our hospitality manager right now. Back in a sec. Can you start the test first?”
When Elizabeth came out from behind the curtain, the elderly lady was gone. She stuck all the test wires on various parts of her body and the bra and started walking on the treadmill.
Steamy Bra was the latest invention by Pemberley Products. The strapless bra would change its shape and push a woman’s breasts closer and higher when her body temperature increased. It aimed to display a woman’s assets more prominently when she became aroused after meeting someone attractive.
To be continued in next post soon...
Elizabeth’s face crumbled.
“But I’ve got another exciting opportunity for you. Amy Reynolds is an old friend of mine and she’s looking for a physics graduate for her project…”
A week later, Elizabeth reported duty to Pemberley Products. She had misgivings in taking up the job. First, the company belonged to him. What if she met him there? It would be most awkward.
Second, why would a bra development project need a physics graduate? Mrs. Reynolds did not conduct the interview herself so Elizabeth didn’t have a chance to ask in detail. But the salary was generous and it would help her pay a big trunk of next year’s graduate school. Anyway the job was in Derbyshire, away from London where he was reported to have been seen lately.
She had settled in the job for a week and truly liked it.
“Oh Lizzy, sorry to do this to you, but the model is off sick today. Can you help do the test instead?” Mrs. Reynolds came in with the latest prototype of the Steamy Bra. “You can see my chest is no where near its size.” She laughed as she placed the prototype on her chest to demonstrate the point.
“We should make another smaller-size prototype in future.” Elizabeth murmured as she agreed to stand in for the model. She went behind the curtain and took off her blouse to put on the bra. Luckily she was dressed in a loose skirt today.
“I wish that too. But we can’t be too wasteful at this stage of the product development.” Mrs. Reynolds said. Then she called out suddenly. “Ugh! I totally forget about the visitors tomorrow. I need to talk to Wharton, our hospitality manager right now. Back in a sec. Can you start the test first?”
When Elizabeth came out from behind the curtain, the elderly lady was gone. She stuck all the test wires on various parts of her body and the bra and started walking on the treadmill.
Steamy Bra was the latest invention by Pemberley Products. The strapless bra would change its shape and push a woman’s breasts closer and higher when her body temperature increased. It aimed to display a woman’s assets more prominently when she became aroused after meeting someone attractive.
To be continued in next post soon...
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Best Laid Plan - Part 2 - NC-17
Not suitable for under 17 years old, unbeta'd, you can read Part 1 from 17 August.
***
“What do you mean mating with me? What do you mean your sexobotic is activated?” Elizabeth asked angrily.
Darcy was beyond explanation and words. Tearing off his Martian robe, his broad shoulders, taunt muscles and proud manhood were exposed. “I need to be mate with you or I will explode.” He threw himself on top of her.
“Let go of me! You arrogant Martian!”
“I can’t.” He grabbed hold of her face and rained hot and wet kisses over her eyes, cheeks and lips as he uttered the words. “I think I may have been poisoned. I can’t stop. Once my sexobotic functionality is triggered, I need to mate with the woman until I’m satisfied.”
“Is that your pathetic excuse to force yourself on me?” She tried to struggle free from him but he was strong and mad. Tearing off her spacesuit, he nibbled her neck, shoulders and breasts.
“Tie me up!” He yelled. His mouth now sucking her nipples. “Restrain me! Or I won’t stop.” With a tortured expression, he tightened his fists. Then with a loud howl, he rolled away from her body and held his hands tight onto the bed head. “Quick, tie me up!”
She panted and dashed to grab his robe, torn it into stripes and tied his right hand to the bed post. When she grabbed his left hand, his fist released and he cupped her breast. His hot and caressing fingers burnt her skin. She moaned out loud and his self control was gone.
His right hand easily broke free from the restraint. With both hands, he cupped and rubbed her exposed breasts. Her moaning became louder. When he pushed her higher to suck her nipples, she had forgotten the need to stop him.
Soon, he rolled her over on her back again and stripped the spacesuit off her body swiftly. “Please, Elizabeth, knock me unconscious now or I will force myself on you.” He pleaded as he trailed his mouth and fingers down her navel and apex.
Her hands grabbed his hair, torn between pulling him away and hugging him tight. A moment of hesitation allowed him to trace his tongue along her folds. She shuddered with needs as blood rioted in her body.
As he licked and thrust into her entrance, he kept murmuring, “I’ve…loved you since I met you…in Meryton. But I don’t want to…give way to my…instinct. It must be that…crazy Caroline B40 who…triggered my sexobotic. She…smelt of you, but with a small % of…rotten orange scent. You know what it means…with Sexobot Martian?”
“No…Yes…Don’t talk…Darcy, just make me come!” Elizabeth gritted her teeth as she felt a climax building. He’s not even inside of her. How talented was his tongue.
When he threw her legs over his shoulders and started sucking her nub, she convulsed and reached the peak immediately. Waves after waves of hot fluid rushed down her body and pooled at the juncture of her thighs.
He raised his body and wrapped her legs around his waist. Brushing her bush and folds, he positioned himself at her entrance. She felt her soul coming down to earth, as she shivered at his ministration and trembled with anticipation.
With a flex of her legs, she drew him forward. He groaned loudly and pushed his thick arousal all the way into her. She arched her body up to receive his fierce and forceful invasion. He was hot, hard and thick. When he slammed into her hilt, she thought she reached heaven again. Every inch of her inner muscles were touched by his coarse and velvety shaft.
Then he lowered his upper body, kissed her hard on the mouth as his torso pressed against her breasts. Soon he raised his lower body, like a strong fish, he thrust forward and backward at speed, bombarding her muscles and womb with his presence. She had never felt such pleasure before. Every inch of her body, from head, chest to toe were glued to him, except when he was pulling back to impale deeper into her.
As the pleasure became too great, she dug her finger nails onto his back and screamed with satisfaction. He stopped his thrusting then, allowing her to squeeze him tight and savour the aftermath of the second orgasm. His heavy breathing moved with her body.
But he did not allow her to rest too long. Not a few minutes had gone before he started pounding into her again. This time, he raised his upper body and used his hands to worship her breasts. When her nipples were puckered hard, another wave of sensation cruised through her body. She squirmed and rubbed against him as he slammed into her, again and again, on and on. It took her two more orgasms before he came. When he burst his seed into her, he shivered and convulsed for ages. Her muscles were scorched with intense heat.
In the next 24 hours, Sexobot Darcy woke and mate with Elizabeth X88 for countless times. Luckily their body seemed to be made for each other. She achieved climax after climax no matter how many times he pounded into her and at what position.
Several attempts had been tried by Catherine LD, Caroline B40 and others to burst open the door. But the structure of Rosings was built to last. They were not successful to disturb the mating. Instead, the throe of passion inside the suite was heard by everyone outside.
After 24 hours, Darcy’s urges finally seemed to dissipate for the moment.
“What now?” Elizabeth asked. She was lying on top of him. They were both exhausted.
“Did you not know about Sexobot Martian?”
She shook her head.
He grabbed a remote and switched on the computer for her to read about his genetic composition.
“What? I become your fix?” Her mouth hanged open.
“I’m afraid so, my dear addictive Lizzy. If you don’t let me mate with you, I’ll die of toxic frustration very soon.”
“But how embarrassing! Your urges can come any time any day!”
“That’s why we wear robe, to cover our bodies when I need to mate with you in public. But once we have a few children, my urges may be more controllable. I may be able to wait until we go back home before I demand sex with you.” He grinned with a blush.
“I’m going to kill B40!” She swore. “I don’t even like you.”
But she was a caring person. Taking pity of his well being, she allowed him to stay and live with her. She got to understand his character better. And he learned to live with her loud and crude family.
His crazy sexobotic urges both endeared and embarrassed her. They got married a few months afterwards. But their public display of affection did not stop until they had six children and they were well into their old ages.
As for Caroline B40, after the bitter disappointment of not ensnaring Darcy with DPP, she had a heart attack the first time she saw him mate with Elizabeth publicly at her dinner party. She could never bear the sight of Martian men since then and lived a reclusive life.
***
“What do you mean mating with me? What do you mean your sexobotic is activated?” Elizabeth asked angrily.
Darcy was beyond explanation and words. Tearing off his Martian robe, his broad shoulders, taunt muscles and proud manhood were exposed. “I need to be mate with you or I will explode.” He threw himself on top of her.
“Let go of me! You arrogant Martian!”
“I can’t.” He grabbed hold of her face and rained hot and wet kisses over her eyes, cheeks and lips as he uttered the words. “I think I may have been poisoned. I can’t stop. Once my sexobotic functionality is triggered, I need to mate with the woman until I’m satisfied.”
“Is that your pathetic excuse to force yourself on me?” She tried to struggle free from him but he was strong and mad. Tearing off her spacesuit, he nibbled her neck, shoulders and breasts.
“Tie me up!” He yelled. His mouth now sucking her nipples. “Restrain me! Or I won’t stop.” With a tortured expression, he tightened his fists. Then with a loud howl, he rolled away from her body and held his hands tight onto the bed head. “Quick, tie me up!”
She panted and dashed to grab his robe, torn it into stripes and tied his right hand to the bed post. When she grabbed his left hand, his fist released and he cupped her breast. His hot and caressing fingers burnt her skin. She moaned out loud and his self control was gone.
His right hand easily broke free from the restraint. With both hands, he cupped and rubbed her exposed breasts. Her moaning became louder. When he pushed her higher to suck her nipples, she had forgotten the need to stop him.
Soon, he rolled her over on her back again and stripped the spacesuit off her body swiftly. “Please, Elizabeth, knock me unconscious now or I will force myself on you.” He pleaded as he trailed his mouth and fingers down her navel and apex.
Her hands grabbed his hair, torn between pulling him away and hugging him tight. A moment of hesitation allowed him to trace his tongue along her folds. She shuddered with needs as blood rioted in her body.
As he licked and thrust into her entrance, he kept murmuring, “I’ve…loved you since I met you…in Meryton. But I don’t want to…give way to my…instinct. It must be that…crazy Caroline B40 who…triggered my sexobotic. She…smelt of you, but with a small % of…rotten orange scent. You know what it means…with Sexobot Martian?”
“No…Yes…Don’t talk…Darcy, just make me come!” Elizabeth gritted her teeth as she felt a climax building. He’s not even inside of her. How talented was his tongue.
When he threw her legs over his shoulders and started sucking her nub, she convulsed and reached the peak immediately. Waves after waves of hot fluid rushed down her body and pooled at the juncture of her thighs.
He raised his body and wrapped her legs around his waist. Brushing her bush and folds, he positioned himself at her entrance. She felt her soul coming down to earth, as she shivered at his ministration and trembled with anticipation.
With a flex of her legs, she drew him forward. He groaned loudly and pushed his thick arousal all the way into her. She arched her body up to receive his fierce and forceful invasion. He was hot, hard and thick. When he slammed into her hilt, she thought she reached heaven again. Every inch of her inner muscles were touched by his coarse and velvety shaft.
Then he lowered his upper body, kissed her hard on the mouth as his torso pressed against her breasts. Soon he raised his lower body, like a strong fish, he thrust forward and backward at speed, bombarding her muscles and womb with his presence. She had never felt such pleasure before. Every inch of her body, from head, chest to toe were glued to him, except when he was pulling back to impale deeper into her.
As the pleasure became too great, she dug her finger nails onto his back and screamed with satisfaction. He stopped his thrusting then, allowing her to squeeze him tight and savour the aftermath of the second orgasm. His heavy breathing moved with her body.
But he did not allow her to rest too long. Not a few minutes had gone before he started pounding into her again. This time, he raised his upper body and used his hands to worship her breasts. When her nipples were puckered hard, another wave of sensation cruised through her body. She squirmed and rubbed against him as he slammed into her, again and again, on and on. It took her two more orgasms before he came. When he burst his seed into her, he shivered and convulsed for ages. Her muscles were scorched with intense heat.
In the next 24 hours, Sexobot Darcy woke and mate with Elizabeth X88 for countless times. Luckily their body seemed to be made for each other. She achieved climax after climax no matter how many times he pounded into her and at what position.
Several attempts had been tried by Catherine LD, Caroline B40 and others to burst open the door. But the structure of Rosings was built to last. They were not successful to disturb the mating. Instead, the throe of passion inside the suite was heard by everyone outside.
After 24 hours, Darcy’s urges finally seemed to dissipate for the moment.
“What now?” Elizabeth asked. She was lying on top of him. They were both exhausted.
“Did you not know about Sexobot Martian?”
She shook her head.
He grabbed a remote and switched on the computer for her to read about his genetic composition.
“What? I become your fix?” Her mouth hanged open.
“I’m afraid so, my dear addictive Lizzy. If you don’t let me mate with you, I’ll die of toxic frustration very soon.”
“But how embarrassing! Your urges can come any time any day!”
“That’s why we wear robe, to cover our bodies when I need to mate with you in public. But once we have a few children, my urges may be more controllable. I may be able to wait until we go back home before I demand sex with you.” He grinned with a blush.
“I’m going to kill B40!” She swore. “I don’t even like you.”
But she was a caring person. Taking pity of his well being, she allowed him to stay and live with her. She got to understand his character better. And he learned to live with her loud and crude family.
His crazy sexobotic urges both endeared and embarrassed her. They got married a few months afterwards. But their public display of affection did not stop until they had six children and they were well into their old ages.
As for Caroline B40, after the bitter disappointment of not ensnaring Darcy with DPP, she had a heart attack the first time she saw him mate with Elizabeth publicly at her dinner party. She could never bear the sight of Martian men since then and lived a reclusive life.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Best Laid Plan - Part 1 - NC-17
Science fiction, unbeta'd, not suitable for under 17
***
Caroline B40 smiled smugly. Today would be her day. Her day would end with getting Sexobot Darcy into her bed.
Not exactly her own bed at Netherfield Base but in the sumptuous bed here in Hunsford Deck.
She forked out a fortune for the whole thing: the pills, the dinner and the suite. W007 Collins was the leading inventor in Austen galaxy in the male ensnaring pill.
Collins hypothesis was simple. It was a scientific fact that Martians were attracted to opposite sex by the sense of smell. So if you wanted a male Martian to desire you, you just needed to find out what scent excited him and matched it.
And she had. With the help of her hapless brother Charles B44, she managed to plant an invisible temperature tracking device on Darcy’s neck. Collins had studied the data she collected and observed that Darcy’s body temperature shoot up at least 1.28 degree in November every time he was near that trashy Eliza X88 from Meryton Planet.
Since the whole Martian party left that backwater planet, his body temperature was always below normal, a chill.
So she paid a galaxy robber to steal some panties from Eliza and asked Collins to examine the scent.
After five long months of waiting, he finally produced this unique set of pills. He called them DPP, Darcy Possession Pills.
Caroline would need to take the pink one to make her smell like Eliza’s. She would need to slip the blue one into Darcy’s drink, to disturb his normal chemical balance. It would make him behave less like Martians who were calm and reserve but more like Earthlings who were passionate and expressive. And as a Sexobot, Darcy’s chemical balance once disturbed, he would be like an addict. He would need a few mating each day to keep his composure. Laughing out loud, Caroline could imagine her power over him. She would withhold sex; in exchange for all the expensive gifts in the world, for Darcy was one of the richest men in the galaxy.
Caroline’s plan went smoothly. Darcy and she were sitting down for dinner, after she sent her brother away on an errand. But not long after she slipped the blue capsule into Darcy’s drink, the horrible Eliza X88 walked in with her friend Charlotte L54. Caroline swallowed the pink pill immediately, hoping that W007’s invention was enough to counter the real scent of Eliza.
“Hi Caroline, nice to see you again, after so many months.” Charlotte L54 greeted her pleasantly. “Collins W007 invited me here to go through one of his latest research and I brought my friend Elizabeth with me.”
Suddenly Darcy gave out an ear piercing howl and jumped up from his chair. He pulled Caroline to his body with force and sniffed her neck quickly.
“Yuck!” He sneezed and pushed her away roughly, sending her onto the floor.
“What are you doing?” Elizabeth X88’s voice drew his attention. She was trying to help Caroline up.
But she was prevented by Darcy. He wrapped his arm around her waist. “I don’t know.” Pulling her tight to his chest, he drew in a deep breath. “Your scent! It’s heavenly. I don’t know what happened. But I don’t think I can suppress my sexobotic functionality any more.” With that, he threw her over his shoulders and rushed out of Hunsford Deck to the luxuriant spaceship of Rosings.
Angry voices of Caroline B40 followed his mad dash. Concerning notes of Charlotte L54 travelled to his ears and argument of Elizabeth X88 filled his head. But his mind was out of control.
“What’s the meaning of this, nephew?” Catherine LD was standing near the entrance.
“Get out of my way!” Sexobot Darcy said wildly. “Or you will see me mating with X88 in front of you. My sexobotic is triggered.”
Catherine LD’s face turned green. “Savage man!”
Darcy pushed her out of the way and dashed into his suite and locked the door. Then he threw Elizabeth onto the huge waterbed.
To be continued...
***
Caroline B40 smiled smugly. Today would be her day. Her day would end with getting Sexobot Darcy into her bed.
Not exactly her own bed at Netherfield Base but in the sumptuous bed here in Hunsford Deck.
She forked out a fortune for the whole thing: the pills, the dinner and the suite. W007 Collins was the leading inventor in Austen galaxy in the male ensnaring pill.
Collins hypothesis was simple. It was a scientific fact that Martians were attracted to opposite sex by the sense of smell. So if you wanted a male Martian to desire you, you just needed to find out what scent excited him and matched it.
And she had. With the help of her hapless brother Charles B44, she managed to plant an invisible temperature tracking device on Darcy’s neck. Collins had studied the data she collected and observed that Darcy’s body temperature shoot up at least 1.28 degree in November every time he was near that trashy Eliza X88 from Meryton Planet.
Since the whole Martian party left that backwater planet, his body temperature was always below normal, a chill.
So she paid a galaxy robber to steal some panties from Eliza and asked Collins to examine the scent.
After five long months of waiting, he finally produced this unique set of pills. He called them DPP, Darcy Possession Pills.
Caroline would need to take the pink one to make her smell like Eliza’s. She would need to slip the blue one into Darcy’s drink, to disturb his normal chemical balance. It would make him behave less like Martians who were calm and reserve but more like Earthlings who were passionate and expressive. And as a Sexobot, Darcy’s chemical balance once disturbed, he would be like an addict. He would need a few mating each day to keep his composure. Laughing out loud, Caroline could imagine her power over him. She would withhold sex; in exchange for all the expensive gifts in the world, for Darcy was one of the richest men in the galaxy.
Caroline’s plan went smoothly. Darcy and she were sitting down for dinner, after she sent her brother away on an errand. But not long after she slipped the blue capsule into Darcy’s drink, the horrible Eliza X88 walked in with her friend Charlotte L54. Caroline swallowed the pink pill immediately, hoping that W007’s invention was enough to counter the real scent of Eliza.
“Hi Caroline, nice to see you again, after so many months.” Charlotte L54 greeted her pleasantly. “Collins W007 invited me here to go through one of his latest research and I brought my friend Elizabeth with me.”
Suddenly Darcy gave out an ear piercing howl and jumped up from his chair. He pulled Caroline to his body with force and sniffed her neck quickly.
“Yuck!” He sneezed and pushed her away roughly, sending her onto the floor.
“What are you doing?” Elizabeth X88’s voice drew his attention. She was trying to help Caroline up.
But she was prevented by Darcy. He wrapped his arm around her waist. “I don’t know.” Pulling her tight to his chest, he drew in a deep breath. “Your scent! It’s heavenly. I don’t know what happened. But I don’t think I can suppress my sexobotic functionality any more.” With that, he threw her over his shoulders and rushed out of Hunsford Deck to the luxuriant spaceship of Rosings.
Angry voices of Caroline B40 followed his mad dash. Concerning notes of Charlotte L54 travelled to his ears and argument of Elizabeth X88 filled his head. But his mind was out of control.
“What’s the meaning of this, nephew?” Catherine LD was standing near the entrance.
“Get out of my way!” Sexobot Darcy said wildly. “Or you will see me mating with X88 in front of you. My sexobotic is triggered.”
Catherine LD’s face turned green. “Savage man!”
Darcy pushed her out of the way and dashed into his suite and locked the door. Then he threw Elizabeth onto the huge waterbed.
To be continued...
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Three Darcys - drabble, NC-17
Unbeta'd, happy reading!
***
“What have you done!” Angela exclaimed as she saw her ward William Darcy’s soul split into three by the lightning which was whipped up by Gabriel.
“Oh, I will fix it!” Gabriel yelled out and raced after the three Darcys but he only managed to catch one. One of them had flown off to South America while the last to Europe.
A few days later, the two angels were still trying to find a way to correct Gabriel’s mistake. Finally they found the solution in the Book of Heavenly Misconduct and Mr. Darcy’s soul mate Elizabeth Bennet was sent off, first to Munich.
Elizabeth was startled by the appearance of the man. How could he look so much like William, the arrogant lover she had separated from and left behind in London because of an argument? Wilhelm von Darcy told her his ancestors traced back to the Darcys in England. Perhaps that was how he endeared himself to her in a short time and now she found herself naked in his bedroom.
“You look like someone I know,” Lizzy whispered as she traced her fingers along his muscular torso.
“Ja?” Wilhelm said. “I have a fetish. Will you allow me to play it out with you?” His heavy accent was endearing. But Elizabeth was not sure.
“What’s it?”
“Bondage.”
Her heart skipped. She remembered talking to Darcy about their fetish. Bondage was one of his but they had never acted on it. Now two voices in her mind urged her to agree to von Darcy’s request.
With a slight nod of head, she let Wilhelm tie her up. He blindfolded her and raised her hands to the top of the four poster bed.
He took his time. Every knot, every turn of the silk scarves was accompanied by hot kisses. She felt him biting her neck, sucking her nipples, rubbing her bottom and licking her pussy. She was transcended back to England, back to the embrace of William.
When he thrust his huge hard cock inside her, she felt she was making love with her Darcy. His length and thickness felt familiar. He thrust slowly at first and then increased the tempo. She could not stop moaning out Darcy, on and on, until her voice was coarse and she reached a mind blowing climax.
Next when she woke up, she was back in her hotel, alone. If not for the traces of being tied up and the scent of having sex, she would have thought she imagined the whole encounter with Wilhelm von Darcy. She did not stay in Munich afterwards and made her way back to London.
***
“What have you done!” Angela exclaimed as she saw her ward William Darcy’s soul split into three by the lightning which was whipped up by Gabriel.
“Oh, I will fix it!” Gabriel yelled out and raced after the three Darcys but he only managed to catch one. One of them had flown off to South America while the last to Europe.
A few days later, the two angels were still trying to find a way to correct Gabriel’s mistake. Finally they found the solution in the Book of Heavenly Misconduct and Mr. Darcy’s soul mate Elizabeth Bennet was sent off, first to Munich.
Elizabeth was startled by the appearance of the man. How could he look so much like William, the arrogant lover she had separated from and left behind in London because of an argument? Wilhelm von Darcy told her his ancestors traced back to the Darcys in England. Perhaps that was how he endeared himself to her in a short time and now she found herself naked in his bedroom.
“You look like someone I know,” Lizzy whispered as she traced her fingers along his muscular torso.
“Ja?” Wilhelm said. “I have a fetish. Will you allow me to play it out with you?” His heavy accent was endearing. But Elizabeth was not sure.
“What’s it?”
“Bondage.”
Her heart skipped. She remembered talking to Darcy about their fetish. Bondage was one of his but they had never acted on it. Now two voices in her mind urged her to agree to von Darcy’s request.
With a slight nod of head, she let Wilhelm tie her up. He blindfolded her and raised her hands to the top of the four poster bed.
He took his time. Every knot, every turn of the silk scarves was accompanied by hot kisses. She felt him biting her neck, sucking her nipples, rubbing her bottom and licking her pussy. She was transcended back to England, back to the embrace of William.
When he thrust his huge hard cock inside her, she felt she was making love with her Darcy. His length and thickness felt familiar. He thrust slowly at first and then increased the tempo. She could not stop moaning out Darcy, on and on, until her voice was coarse and she reached a mind blowing climax.
Next when she woke up, she was back in her hotel, alone. If not for the traces of being tied up and the scent of having sex, she would have thought she imagined the whole encounter with Wilhelm von Darcy. She did not stay in Munich afterwards and made her way back to London.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Why we love?
I'm not very good at expressing love, especially the declaration of love. Sometimes I feel the words are too cheesy, other times too emotional. I guess as a new romantic writer, I should learn more about this art, of talking about love.
Here a few from my books. How do you think I fare? Of course, you can see some are borrowed/inspired by Jane Austen's words.
Here a few from my books. How do you think I fare? Of course, you can see some are borrowed/inspired by Jane Austen's words.
She thought of his love with a deeper sentiment of gratitude than she had ever felt before; she remembered his gentlemanly ways, his warmth, and the caring manner that softened the stiff, reserved way in which he had expressed himself in times past.
She was thankful for the strength of his love, a love which defied his own will, persisting against his reason and perhaps even against his character. She was grateful to him, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still. - Bargain with the Devil
She and she alone made him feel complete. - Really Angelic
Sunday, July 25, 2010
My Darcy Mutates...
Editing of the book takes a bit longer than I've expected. But you can have a look at the yummy photos from the book first.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Silk painting
This week drabble theme is "silk". Here is my take.
Elizabeth was reluctant to visit the Lullingstone Castle in Kent. She had an argument the night before with Mr. Darcy after he proposed.
But she was there now, admiring an exquisite silk painting of a lone woman.
Suddenly a burst of white smoke clouded Elizabeth’s eyes and the woman stood in front of her.
“Who…are you?” Elizabeth asked.
“Madamoiselle Élisabet, the best silk maker in Lyon.”
“You came out from the painting!”
“Oui, I was cursed by a witch.”
“No wonder you look sad.”
“Non, that was more because of my lost love.”
“How?”
“Prince D’Arcy once asked me to marry him. But I was deceived and refused him. Do not give up on your Darcy. He is a good man.”
When she wanted to ask more, the French woman was gone.
Later, when Mr. Darcy gave Elizabeth a letter of explanation, she asked him to stay while she read it. She apologised for her blinded prejudice while he for his arrogance.
They resolved their differences and found their love soon afterwards. When Elizabeth visited the Castle again after her marriage, she discovered the painting was no longer of a lone woman but of Prince D’Arcy and his wife Élisabet.
***
What do you think? Too tame?
Elizabeth was reluctant to visit the Lullingstone Castle in Kent. She had an argument the night before with Mr. Darcy after he proposed.
But she was there now, admiring an exquisite silk painting of a lone woman.
Suddenly a burst of white smoke clouded Elizabeth’s eyes and the woman stood in front of her.
“Who…are you?” Elizabeth asked.
“Madamoiselle Élisabet, the best silk maker in Lyon.”
“You came out from the painting!”
“Oui, I was cursed by a witch.”
“No wonder you look sad.”
“Non, that was more because of my lost love.”
“How?”
“Prince D’Arcy once asked me to marry him. But I was deceived and refused him. Do not give up on your Darcy. He is a good man.”
When she wanted to ask more, the French woman was gone.
Later, when Mr. Darcy gave Elizabeth a letter of explanation, she asked him to stay while she read it. She apologised for her blinded prejudice while he for his arrogance.
They resolved their differences and found their love soon afterwards. When Elizabeth visited the Castle again after her marriage, she discovered the painting was no longer of a lone woman but of Prince D’Arcy and his wife Élisabet.
***
What do you think? Too tame?
Thursday, June 17, 2010
A busy retirement plan
Triple announcement - Final, NC-17
Elizabeth thought back on the day the discussion about beer belly had taken place.
“I’ve an announcement to make,” Darcy said.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, continuing to wash dishes inside the caravan.
“I aim to lose this beer belly.”
“Try running.”
“Nah. Having sex is more enjoyable.”
“But one hour of love making only burns about 250 calories. It needs 12 hours of non-stop sex to lose half a kg.”
“Well, I want to lose 10 kg before we return to London. That means 240 hours of hot sex!” He pressed her against the caravan wall. Without foreplay, he pulled her jeans and panties down with one shift move.
She laughed and bit his earlobe.
Moaning out loud, Darcy unzipped his own jeans and shoved into her roughly. He banged into her wet hot core hard, fast and furious, until they reached a huge climax together.
“Perhaps a tiny cm is gone now,” Elizabeth breathed heavily and pinched his belly.
That sparked another arousal in him. He placed her on the tight bench top and pulled her legs wide apart.
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious! 240 hours of hot sex to flatten my beer belly.” When he lowered his head to lick her folds relentlessly, she could only grab the bench top edge and shivered against his ministration.
Nine months later, Nick Darcy was born.
Caroline of course had a lot to say about the figure of Elizabeth, the 49-year-old new mother again.
Elizabeth thought back on the day the discussion about beer belly had taken place.
“I’ve an announcement to make,” Darcy said.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, continuing to wash dishes inside the caravan.
“I aim to lose this beer belly.”
“Try running.”
“Nah. Having sex is more enjoyable.”
“But one hour of love making only burns about 250 calories. It needs 12 hours of non-stop sex to lose half a kg.”
“Well, I want to lose 10 kg before we return to London. That means 240 hours of hot sex!” He pressed her against the caravan wall. Without foreplay, he pulled her jeans and panties down with one shift move.
She laughed and bit his earlobe.
Moaning out loud, Darcy unzipped his own jeans and shoved into her roughly. He banged into her wet hot core hard, fast and furious, until they reached a huge climax together.
“Perhaps a tiny cm is gone now,” Elizabeth breathed heavily and pinched his belly.
That sparked another arousal in him. He placed her on the tight bench top and pulled her legs wide apart.
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious! 240 hours of hot sex to flatten my beer belly.” When he lowered his head to lick her folds relentlessly, she could only grab the bench top edge and shivered against his ministration.
Nine months later, Nick Darcy was born.
Caroline of course had a lot to say about the figure of Elizabeth, the 49-year-old new mother again.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Triple announcement
This drabble theme is announcement. Happy reading!
***
Triple Announcement - Part 1
“Thanks everyone for coming to my 55th birthday party.” Darcy said in his deep baritone voice. “I’m not good at social gathering but Elizabeth said we must do it big this year.”
He smiled to his wife and continued. “Well I’m happy it’s almost over and we can make a very important announcement.”
The floor with over 300 guests suddenly started buzzing with speculation.
“He must be tired of his ageing wife,” Caroline Bingley murmured to her sister. “Look how frumpy Eliza has become. And those breasts, dropped so low that they almost touch the ground.”
“Give me a break!” Louisa murmured back. “You’ve been saying that for the past 27 years. He won’t leave his Lizzy for you.”
Darcy continued. “I’ve decided to retire from Pemberley Group as of today. My cousin Richard Fitzwilliam will take over the rein until my son Andrew can prove himself.”
The share price of PG would surely drop, without its charismatic leader, some guests speculated.
“And my lovely wife Elizabeth and I will be touring around the world for the next two years.”
Clients and business associates finally sighed with relief. Mr. Darcy would be a phone call away while he jet-set around the world.
Triple announcement - Part 2
Well the share price of PG did drop initially after the announcement but the new chairman and Andrew Darcy worked wonder soon. And none of the people from the business world had heard from Mr. and Mrs. Darcy since, until they returned two years later and asked for a family gathering.
“Thanks everyone for coming. It’s great to see all of you after two years.” Darcy said with a grin. “I’ve another announcement to make.”
“He’s grown a beard and all tanned up. My, like a caveman.” Caroline whispered to Louisa. “See, Eliza is not with him. He must have dumped her while he jet-set around the world!”
At that moment, Elizabeth walked in with a bundle on her arm.
Darcy said proudly, “Welcome to a new addition in the family, Nick Charles Darcy was born in Cairns in Australia two months ago.”
Their four grown up sons, Andrew, Alex, Matt and Jake were stunned to be presented with a little brother.
“Well done, Father!” Jake clasped Darcy’s shoulders. His father was grinning like an idiot.
“Lizzy, I thought you said four sons are enough!” Her sister Kitty exclaimed.
“Well,” Elizabeth said. “It all began when Darcy was worried about his beer belly, after we're a year into caravan camping around the world.”
***
What is your retirement plan?
***
Triple Announcement - Part 1
“Thanks everyone for coming to my 55th birthday party.” Darcy said in his deep baritone voice. “I’m not good at social gathering but Elizabeth said we must do it big this year.”
He smiled to his wife and continued. “Well I’m happy it’s almost over and we can make a very important announcement.”
The floor with over 300 guests suddenly started buzzing with speculation.
“He must be tired of his ageing wife,” Caroline Bingley murmured to her sister. “Look how frumpy Eliza has become. And those breasts, dropped so low that they almost touch the ground.”
“Give me a break!” Louisa murmured back. “You’ve been saying that for the past 27 years. He won’t leave his Lizzy for you.”
Darcy continued. “I’ve decided to retire from Pemberley Group as of today. My cousin Richard Fitzwilliam will take over the rein until my son Andrew can prove himself.”
The share price of PG would surely drop, without its charismatic leader, some guests speculated.
“And my lovely wife Elizabeth and I will be touring around the world for the next two years.”
Clients and business associates finally sighed with relief. Mr. Darcy would be a phone call away while he jet-set around the world.
Triple announcement - Part 2
Well the share price of PG did drop initially after the announcement but the new chairman and Andrew Darcy worked wonder soon. And none of the people from the business world had heard from Mr. and Mrs. Darcy since, until they returned two years later and asked for a family gathering.
“Thanks everyone for coming. It’s great to see all of you after two years.” Darcy said with a grin. “I’ve another announcement to make.”
“He’s grown a beard and all tanned up. My, like a caveman.” Caroline whispered to Louisa. “See, Eliza is not with him. He must have dumped her while he jet-set around the world!”
At that moment, Elizabeth walked in with a bundle on her arm.
Darcy said proudly, “Welcome to a new addition in the family, Nick Charles Darcy was born in Cairns in Australia two months ago.”
Their four grown up sons, Andrew, Alex, Matt and Jake were stunned to be presented with a little brother.
“Well done, Father!” Jake clasped Darcy’s shoulders. His father was grinning like an idiot.
“Lizzy, I thought you said four sons are enough!” Her sister Kitty exclaimed.
“Well,” Elizabeth said. “It all began when Darcy was worried about his beer belly, after we're a year into caravan camping around the world.”
***
What is your retirement plan?
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