sm_monthly Jan 20 theme
I am so glad to have mostly missed the mango fad. I don't like them at all myself but we never found anyone who could stomach the stuff who normally did. And once again, writing porn should be left to people competent in the department, though I suppose I should be pleased I was able to at all, since that's rare. I will also presume this counts for the monthly theme as I read it even though it's not actually Minako.
Title: Bustling
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Senshi/Shitennou--Mango
Genre: General
Version: Anime
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex)
These humans were astounding. Contemptible and weak but astounding. The Silver Millennium had been what they would call “futuristic” but it and centuries in the Dark Kingdom had left him wholly unprepared for the bright neon lights and rapid motion of modern Tokyo.
Nephrite reveled in it, his Sanjouin Masato persona in the thick of the whirling storm. Let the others drop into the Earth Realms only to do Beryl’s bidding. He had a red sports car and Tokyo to take over rather than destroy.
He was drawn away from watching the flash and blink and ran of lights out the window by the arrival of a young waitress. “Welcome to Gline’s. What can I get you?”
She was dressed in a cheap knock-off of Sailor V’s costume without the mask. Nylon and plastic and media hype. “Whatever the special is.” She might have been pretty under the blonde dye that didn’t suit her and too much makeup.
The special turned out to be something of mango and rum, the newest fad artificial flavor around town. It was a sickening flavor even to someone who liked the real taste of mango.
“Anything else?” the waitress asked with a look in her eye he was familiar with and a twist of one leg around a sharp heel.
Not much later found them up against the wall behind the bar and the fire escape. She’d had a nametag but not they were pressed too closely together for him to read it. Her legs were already around his waist, short skirt hiked up, and she was fumbling with his belt. What sorts of sluts this place produced that she had been working all day in a skirt like that without panties.
His belt came undone and she unzipped his pants without hesitation, running her fingers down his hardening erection. She pressed against him and he could feel her already wet. He reached up from supporting her against the wall to pinch a hard nipple he could see peaked under her thin shirt and gossamer bra and she squeaked. She wrapped a hand around his cock to position him and then pulled him forward into her.
She was nothing pure and virginal like the senshi he fought, her actions wanton and her dripping wet body loose from how many men she’d had inside her before. Nephrite pushed her back between him and the wall so he could fuck her harder, each thrust pinning her between them. Her legs tightened around him, drawing him even deeper and she moaned in abandon.
He could feel her shake and spasm around him and her breathy gasps as she orgasmed but kept slamming into her. She was the image of abandon with her legs spread for him and her breasts heaving. He bit off his climax in her shoulder, her dyed hair brittle and scratchy.
She tucked back her skirt before going back inside, never mind she still smelled of sex and sweat and had his come dripping down her legs. A city of bright lights and artificial sweeteners and dancing towards oblivion.
Title: Bustling
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Senshi/Shitennou--Mango
Genre: General
Version: Anime
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex)
These humans were astounding. Contemptible and weak but astounding. The Silver Millennium had been what they would call “futuristic” but it and centuries in the Dark Kingdom had left him wholly unprepared for the bright neon lights and rapid motion of modern Tokyo.
Nephrite reveled in it, his Sanjouin Masato persona in the thick of the whirling storm. Let the others drop into the Earth Realms only to do Beryl’s bidding. He had a red sports car and Tokyo to take over rather than destroy.
He was drawn away from watching the flash and blink and ran of lights out the window by the arrival of a young waitress. “Welcome to Gline’s. What can I get you?”
She was dressed in a cheap knock-off of Sailor V’s costume without the mask. Nylon and plastic and media hype. “Whatever the special is.” She might have been pretty under the blonde dye that didn’t suit her and too much makeup.
The special turned out to be something of mango and rum, the newest fad artificial flavor around town. It was a sickening flavor even to someone who liked the real taste of mango.
“Anything else?” the waitress asked with a look in her eye he was familiar with and a twist of one leg around a sharp heel.
Not much later found them up against the wall behind the bar and the fire escape. She’d had a nametag but not they were pressed too closely together for him to read it. Her legs were already around his waist, short skirt hiked up, and she was fumbling with his belt. What sorts of sluts this place produced that she had been working all day in a skirt like that without panties.
His belt came undone and she unzipped his pants without hesitation, running her fingers down his hardening erection. She pressed against him and he could feel her already wet. He reached up from supporting her against the wall to pinch a hard nipple he could see peaked under her thin shirt and gossamer bra and she squeaked. She wrapped a hand around his cock to position him and then pulled him forward into her.
She was nothing pure and virginal like the senshi he fought, her actions wanton and her dripping wet body loose from how many men she’d had inside her before. Nephrite pushed her back between him and the wall so he could fuck her harder, each thrust pinning her between them. Her legs tightened around him, drawing him even deeper and she moaned in abandon.
He could feel her shake and spasm around him and her breathy gasps as she orgasmed but kept slamming into her. She was the image of abandon with her legs spread for him and her breasts heaving. He bit off his climax in her shoulder, her dyed hair brittle and scratchy.
She tucked back her skirt before going back inside, never mind she still smelled of sex and sweat and had his come dripping down her legs. A city of bright lights and artificial sweeteners and dancing towards oblivion.