What's Expected of a Wedding Night?
Sososo Sorry for not updating for so long! I was so busy with all this school crap. And writing more for my other story, Devi, which I would be very grateful if you read. Oh, and review this, too! P.S. it might get a bit. dirty. (Teeheehee!)
"Where do you think they went?" asked Roald of Shink. "I have no idea." She laughed. "I guess even *they* eventually got tired of hearing people having sex. Er, well, what they thought was.. yeah." They blushed and fidgeted a moment before Roald mustered (which I hate!) the courage to ask, "What do you want to do now?" Shink looked up in amazement. "Sure! Oh, wait-um, I don't know. I'm actually kind of hungry." "Me, too. Let's go down to the kitchens." They still walked at least two feet apart, but on the way to eat, they joked about how they couldn't believe their friends had bought their little "performance" and how drunk Kel and Neal were.
When they arrived in front of the door, they jumped back immediately. It seems they had been about to walk in on.. something. "Neal, HARDER, HARDER!!! FASTER!" Shink looked at the door, shock all over her face, and then burst out in silent but big laughter. Roald was still a bit flabbergasted at hearing two of his best friends, "doing the nasty," but soon joined her in choking guffaws. "Gods, Neal! How *long* is this going to *take*?" "Well, apparently *this* can take *very* long, considering this is me we're talking about." "That's not what I meant! You're such a slow- poke." "But I thought *poking* isn't polite." "Oh, shut up! Just let me be on top!" "No! It makes me get motion sickness!" "And after that beautiful blow-job I gave you.." "It wasn't *that* good.." "Oh, yes it was! Remember how I practiced on that strawberry? (Luv ya, Angie!) When I was done, it was just a slightly transparent skin! No wonder your dick can't do shit now!" "Now that is just too much! I'll show you how good I can ram my-" At this point, Roald and Shink ran down the hall, not desiring to hear the last part of that sentence.
After running, extremely frightened, through a series of halls, they finally slowed down and stopped, leaning against the wall to regain their breath. Roald asked between huffs, "Where*gasp* do you want *gasp* to go now?" "I'm still hungry, but I really don't think it would be a good idea to go in the kitchens for at least a week," Shink answered. "This may sound kind of gross, but- we could go down to the ballroom and see what food's left from the feast." "Okay!"
Hmm, dirty! I probably won't do any smut, though, sorry. I think I'm only capable of writing foreplay, (I'm sure everyone wanted to know that!) so, ya, but I still probably won't for this story. *Rests head on fist and thinks* (SCULPTURE POSE!) Maybe I won't even make Roald and Shink screw. Wouldn't that be evil? Hmm.. we'll see. As always, REVIEW!
You know you love me,
~Xanthie~
Sososo Sorry for not updating for so long! I was so busy with all this school crap. And writing more for my other story, Devi, which I would be very grateful if you read. Oh, and review this, too! P.S. it might get a bit. dirty. (Teeheehee!)
"Where do you think they went?" asked Roald of Shink. "I have no idea." She laughed. "I guess even *they* eventually got tired of hearing people having sex. Er, well, what they thought was.. yeah." They blushed and fidgeted a moment before Roald mustered (which I hate!) the courage to ask, "What do you want to do now?" Shink looked up in amazement. "Sure! Oh, wait-um, I don't know. I'm actually kind of hungry." "Me, too. Let's go down to the kitchens." They still walked at least two feet apart, but on the way to eat, they joked about how they couldn't believe their friends had bought their little "performance" and how drunk Kel and Neal were.
When they arrived in front of the door, they jumped back immediately. It seems they had been about to walk in on.. something. "Neal, HARDER, HARDER!!! FASTER!" Shink looked at the door, shock all over her face, and then burst out in silent but big laughter. Roald was still a bit flabbergasted at hearing two of his best friends, "doing the nasty," but soon joined her in choking guffaws. "Gods, Neal! How *long* is this going to *take*?" "Well, apparently *this* can take *very* long, considering this is me we're talking about." "That's not what I meant! You're such a slow- poke." "But I thought *poking* isn't polite." "Oh, shut up! Just let me be on top!" "No! It makes me get motion sickness!" "And after that beautiful blow-job I gave you.." "It wasn't *that* good.." "Oh, yes it was! Remember how I practiced on that strawberry? (Luv ya, Angie!) When I was done, it was just a slightly transparent skin! No wonder your dick can't do shit now!" "Now that is just too much! I'll show you how good I can ram my-" At this point, Roald and Shink ran down the hall, not desiring to hear the last part of that sentence.
After running, extremely frightened, through a series of halls, they finally slowed down and stopped, leaning against the wall to regain their breath. Roald asked between huffs, "Where*gasp* do you want *gasp* to go now?" "I'm still hungry, but I really don't think it would be a good idea to go in the kitchens for at least a week," Shink answered. "This may sound kind of gross, but- we could go down to the ballroom and see what food's left from the feast." "Okay!"
Hmm, dirty! I probably won't do any smut, though, sorry. I think I'm only capable of writing foreplay, (I'm sure everyone wanted to know that!) so, ya, but I still probably won't for this story. *Rests head on fist and thinks* (SCULPTURE POSE!) Maybe I won't even make Roald and Shink screw. Wouldn't that be evil? Hmm.. we'll see. As always, REVIEW!
You know you love me,
~Xanthie~