Never-to-be-finished threesome fragment
Mar. 9th, 2012 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deelaundryApparently one of the Porn Battles I picked this prompt? Cuddy/Wilson/Stacy, memories
And then named it the very unmemorable "Title," forgot to finish it, and left it on my PC hard drive for 2 & 1/2 years.
I have no idea where I planned to take it (except it wasn't going to mention House at all, keeping this a special fun time for C/W/S, and there was going to be balanced attention among all three characters), but I like this first part, so here you go. This part's about a PG-13 for mention of genitals.
They never can remember who met whom first.
Or, to be more accurate, they never can agree on who met whom first. It’s always a favorite topic of conversation, however, when they get together like this.
Together together, as Wilson refers to it while Cuddy and Stacy roll their eyes. “Do you have to be such a teenager?” Stacy asks.
“You wouldn’t like this nearly as much without some adolescent attitude on my part.” His fingers tickle across her labia as his grin grows impish, and she has to admit – silently, but she knows they both see it on her face – that the naiveté is part of his appeal. The naiveté, and the alluring question of the degree to which it’s feigned.
She arches her hips toward him, wanting more than just a tease, but Lisa has distracted his attention. The pink lace bra with ribbed cups and
And then named it the very unmemorable "Title," forgot to finish it, and left it on my PC hard drive for 2 & 1/2 years.
I have no idea where I planned to take it (except it wasn't going to mention House at all, keeping this a special fun time for C/W/S, and there was going to be balanced attention among all three characters), but I like this first part, so here you go. This part's about a PG-13 for mention of genitals.
They never can remember who met whom first.
Or, to be more accurate, they never can agree on who met whom first. It’s always a favorite topic of conversation, however, when they get together like this.
Together together, as Wilson refers to it while Cuddy and Stacy roll their eyes. “Do you have to be such a teenager?” Stacy asks.
“You wouldn’t like this nearly as much without some adolescent attitude on my part.” His fingers tickle across her labia as his grin grows impish, and she has to admit – silently, but she knows they both see it on her face – that the naiveté is part of his appeal. The naiveté, and the alluring question of the degree to which it’s feigned.
She arches her hips toward him, wanting more than just a tease, but Lisa has distracted his attention. The pink lace bra with ribbed cups and