First Game
Disclaimer: Lawsuit (if I claim to own Saiyuki): $3 mil.
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Your expression after you read this fic: priceless
For UltraM2000: From the Saiyuki Vol 8 manga. You know what I'm talking about.
Summer nights come with sake. With cherry blossoms scattered on the grass under the stone bench in the garden. With a harvest moon bleaching night's velvet drapery. With tepid warmth infusing the breeze.
With a beautiful woman.
Intertwined in the dance of life between the sheets. Hands skirting around shoulders and thighs. Melding in the heat of the darkness that is night, clutching at one another in the wave of overwhelming passion.
She is a feisty one. But like the many others before her, she surrenders at last, looking deep into my crimson soul.
Maddening me with her reluctance. Forging a fire in my loins.
I drive into her and our release shatters the void. Gasping, we collapse into the hungry embrace of each other's arms.
We lie still for long minutes. Then I roll over to begin it all over again.
She clutches at me for a fleeting instant, eyes dark.
Woman: Gojyo?
Gojyo: Yeah, babe? *begins kissing her in parts not appropriate to mention*
Woman: You have. . . *heavy breathing*. . . such a skinny pencil neck.
Gojyo: @_@ . *faints*
Woman: Was it something I said?
For UltraM2000: From the Saiyuki Vol 8 manga. You know what I'm talking about.
Summer nights come with sake. With cherry blossoms scattered on the grass under the stone bench in the garden. With a harvest moon bleaching night's velvet drapery. With tepid warmth infusing the breeze.
With a beautiful woman.
Intertwined in the dance of life between the sheets. Hands skirting around shoulders and thighs. Melding in the heat of the darkness that is night, clutching at one another in the wave of overwhelming passion.
She is a feisty one. But like the many others before her, she surrenders at last, looking deep into my crimson soul.
Maddening me with her reluctance. Forging a fire in my loins.
I drive into her and our release shatters the void. Gasping, we collapse into the hungry embrace of each other's arms.
We lie still for long minutes. Then I roll over to begin it all over again.
She clutches at me for a fleeting instant, eyes dark.
Woman: Gojyo?
Gojyo: Yeah, babe? *begins kissing her in parts not appropriate to mention*
Woman: You have. . . *heavy breathing*. . . such a skinny pencil neck.
Gojyo: @_@ . *faints*
Woman: Was it something I said?