Dry Martini
So as I promised - the following is an original-based drabble I wrote last week. If you're paranoid of insinuated smut between two males, or just plain terrified of me writing it, you might wanna bypass it. Hahaha.
Dry Martini
"Pour me a drink, would you?" The stranger had asked this with every insinuation moistening his lips. His tongue traced around the bottom lip, and then the top, slipping it back in, leaving his mouth with a grin. Sharp man in a silk suit struts towards his table, leans over and pours his hot body in - melting right into the glass. The stranger drinks, breathes, sucks it down. Greener than the ivy tied around his neck, the opium drips from his sweat, but he forces himself to cool down. The sharp man says to the stranger, with moans in between, "Do you enjoy it?" The stranger nods and succumbs into the depths of his voice. The sharp man is coming down his throat. The stranger gasps, pulling back, telling him, "I've never been shy of expressing my passion, but I've never let go this much." And the sharp man replies, "You were never served ever so properly. Tilt your head back. Let's proceed." Ahhh-ohhh. The sky opens with each drop on the stranger's tongue; the ocean ripples; and he can feel his face turn into full numbness - porcelain expressions of pleasure. Explicit porn; mouth wide-open. Serenade a new kind of music, a new kind of drug with painful screams. "Let it tighten into you and I'll let it tighten into me." Scraping bittersweetly against his tongue and down his throat, the stranger drunk the sharp dresser into the depths of him. Closer to complete satisfaction, the stranger pauses, and then speaks. "Kill me for a second or two - a little death - and be done with me. I want to return the favor - deliver you from your dry martini."
And here's 4 icons to stare at. When I create maaaany others, as I planned, I'll gather them all into a pile and make it official. UM. Do not ask about the randomness nature of them. I am random in nature! :D
Sawyer, Trent Reznor, Jonathan Rhys-Myers, Gavin Rossdale/Trent Reznor (WTF?)
xxx
xxx
xxx
Err.. enjoy? <3
Dry Martini
"Pour me a drink, would you?" The stranger had asked this with every insinuation moistening his lips. His tongue traced around the bottom lip, and then the top, slipping it back in, leaving his mouth with a grin. Sharp man in a silk suit struts towards his table, leans over and pours his hot body in - melting right into the glass. The stranger drinks, breathes, sucks it down. Greener than the ivy tied around his neck, the opium drips from his sweat, but he forces himself to cool down. The sharp man says to the stranger, with moans in between, "Do you enjoy it?" The stranger nods and succumbs into the depths of his voice. The sharp man is coming down his throat. The stranger gasps, pulling back, telling him, "I've never been shy of expressing my passion, but I've never let go this much." And the sharp man replies, "You were never served ever so properly. Tilt your head back. Let's proceed." Ahhh-ohhh. The sky opens with each drop on the stranger's tongue; the ocean ripples; and he can feel his face turn into full numbness - porcelain expressions of pleasure. Explicit porn; mouth wide-open. Serenade a new kind of music, a new kind of drug with painful screams. "Let it tighten into you and I'll let it tighten into me." Scraping bittersweetly against his tongue and down his throat, the stranger drunk the sharp dresser into the depths of him. Closer to complete satisfaction, the stranger pauses, and then speaks. "Kill me for a second or two - a little death - and be done with me. I want to return the favor - deliver you from your dry martini."
And here's 4 icons to stare at. When I create maaaany others, as I planned, I'll gather them all into a pile and make it official. UM. Do not ask about the randomness nature of them. I am random in nature! :D
Sawyer, Trent Reznor, Jonathan Rhys-Myers, Gavin Rossdale/Trent Reznor (WTF?)
xxx
xxx
xxx
Err.. enjoy? <3