"Whimper Oui". Wow, Captcha.
anonymous
June 18 2009, 06:36:36 UTC
Canada/America
Hard BDSM--at America's request. Alfred gets tired of micromanaging the world's affairs (as best he can, anyway) and really likes to relinquish control completely in private. The catch is, he only feels safe doing that around someone who he knows would never abuse that power outside the bedroom. The only person he knows like that is Matthew.
Bonus if you can show a progression from Matthew being nervous/awkward about it to, down the road, really getting into it (leather, flogging, denied orgasms, the whole deal). In his mind, suddenly nothing's hotter than America begging and submitting--because nobody else gets to see him like that.
Under (Part 5/?) A.K.A. let's go shopping! (interlude)
anonymous
July 2 2009, 17:12:11 UTC
Marshall McLuhan once said, the medium is the message.
Matthew is next to certain he wasn’t talking about fetish gear, but he’s applying the theory anyway, browsing the shelves at Priape in Montreal Friday morning. The message has to be that he’s not going to be fucked with anymore. His MO in everything is, once you’re in, you see it through to the end. That’s how it is in war, that’s how it is in peace, and that’s how it’s going to be with Alfred. This is another thing that Al has started, but he’s going to be the one to see it through
( ... )
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anonymous
July 3 2009, 04:51:31 UTC
Ohh boyyy this was a long update :P
That same Friday night is the first time they get it right.
He opens his front door before Alfred can even knock, gesturing him inside and closing the door behind him, feeling Alfred’s gaze lingering on him (Yes, Al, these chaps are real leather. Yes, I’m wearing the gloves. Keep staring.) as he walks. He swallows, once, all the nerves and weakness internalized in that single gesture, then turns to look at his neighbour-his consenting, eager quarry for the night
( ... )
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anonymous
July 3 2009, 04:54:18 UTC
His bedroom is too big and too bright to look like much of a dungeon. Really, toys aside (and they’re strategically located, not just out in the open) there’s nothing suggestive at all about the space. He’s lit all of three candles, and they sit benignly in a windowsill. Maybe another night, if this goes the way it should, he’ll get to drop wax on Alfred. Another night.
Tonight, he’s reaching around Al from his position behind him, unbuttoning the Levis and guiding the zipper down. He’s slipping a hand inside-well well, look who waxed his junk; wasn’t that “sooo gayyy” last year?-and grabbing Alfred, hard. Alfred hisses, head lolling back onto his shoulder. And here Matthew obliges with a forward grind of his hips. Still good, Al. You’re still so damn goodAlfred helps to get his jeans off, no underwear to speak of today. The shirt goes next, and Matt takes a greedy feel of the length of Al’s strong back, up to solid shoulders, then back down to the rise of his ass, to the dimples that sit right above them. He presses leather thumbs
( ... )
Hard BDSM--at America's request. Alfred gets tired of micromanaging the world's affairs (as best he can, anyway) and really likes to relinquish control completely in private. The catch is, he only feels safe doing that around someone who he knows would never abuse that power outside the bedroom. The only person he knows like that is Matthew.
Bonus if you can show a progression from Matthew being nervous/awkward about it to, down the road, really getting into it (leather, flogging, denied orgasms, the whole deal). In his mind, suddenly nothing's hotter than America begging and submitting--because nobody else gets to see him like that.
Plz, anon!
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Matthew is next to certain he wasn’t talking about fetish gear, but he’s applying the theory anyway, browsing the shelves at Priape in Montreal Friday morning. The message has to be that he’s not going to be fucked with anymore. His MO in everything is, once you’re in, you see it through to the end. That’s how it is in war, that’s how it is in peace, and that’s how it’s going to be with Alfred. This is another thing that Al has started, but he’s going to be the one to see it through ( ... )
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F5-ing like its my fucking job.
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Enjoy part 6!
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This meme has showed me how HOT MATTHEW IS. I WANT A MAN LIKE MATTHEW.
f5 f5 f5 f5 f5 f5
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Matthew Williams is everything good about men. (When he's not getting shoved into a Dom role "against his will").
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lol captcha: allures universe
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:)
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Hats off for mentioning a Canadian intellectual.
F5-ing anon.
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I dig McLuhan :D
F5 no longer--Big 6 is here!
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That same Friday night is the first time they get it right.
He opens his front door before Alfred can even knock, gesturing him inside and closing the door behind him, feeling Alfred’s gaze lingering on him (Yes, Al, these chaps are real leather. Yes, I’m wearing the gloves. Keep staring.) as he walks. He swallows, once, all the nerves and weakness internalized in that single gesture, then turns to look at his neighbour-his consenting, eager quarry for the night ( ... )
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Tonight, he’s reaching around Al from his position behind him, unbuttoning the Levis and guiding the zipper down. He’s slipping a hand inside-well well, look who waxed his junk; wasn’t that “sooo gayyy” last year?-and grabbing Alfred, hard. Alfred hisses, head lolling back onto his shoulder. And here Matthew obliges with a forward grind of his hips. Still good, Al. You’re still so damn goodAlfred helps to get his jeans off, no underwear to speak of today. The shirt goes next, and Matt takes a greedy feel of the length of Al’s strong back, up to solid shoulders, then back down to the rise of his ass, to the dimples that sit right above them. He presses leather thumbs ( ... )
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