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15 May 2007 @ 11:45 pm
The afformentioned porn. Raw ficdump, whee!  

PC Swanson and Jack Harkness, not-quite-hatesex turned fairly kinky. Way too sexy for plot or editing, but not too sexy for a little breathplay. Er, be warned?

(I do this sometimes, post raw draft publicly, especially if it's a one-off I don't care much about. I get a sort of vicarious thrill from it. Like literary streaking. Probably just as alarming for those around me. WHEE I'M NAKED.)

Gurgle. I don't know entirely why my brain spewed this out, but the muse is pleased with himself. He'd better be; it's two hours past my bedtime. I go die now. Or, more accurately, I die tomorrow.

*

Green

"Right," Swanson breathes after a sudden still moment. "If my--mm, no, stop that for a moment, I have a speech to make, I'm promoting you--if my tally's correct, I have just past the twenty-orgasm mark, which means that you are merely scum of the earth, etcetera, and so on."

Jack surfaces, wipes his mouth with his free hand, curls two fingers very gently inside her to make her purr. "That's a promotion?"

"Trust me," she says dryly, "it is. Though you do get extra points for knowing your way around a dental dam."

"What, you mean people don't?"

"Men, yes."

"Ah. I do try to be a good example for my species."

"Oh, come off it. If I were swinging the other way tonight, what would you have done, thrown Cooper at me?"

"Well, there was this one day when she...never mind." Jack pets thick black curls, nudges his shoulder against her thigh, all coiled muscle under sweat-damp skin. "What, might I ask, is the next rank above scum of the earth?"

"Not scum of the earth." She stretches a little, grinds against his hands, lets out a languid sigh. "But the prime qualification for that is stamina, and somehow you don't seem the type."

Jack chuckles, lets his eyes trace over the sleek mucles of her belly, up to the curve of ribs, her most excellent breasts, dark skin puckered and shining round hard nipples. "I've surprised you so far. Going to stop giving me a chance?"

She tilts her head to one side as she looks down at him from where she's propped up on pillows. "Are you even hard? Are you actually enjoying this, or are you just showing off--no." For a moment she loses the teasing tone, pure barking order, and Jack freezes in place. "Don't move."

So instead, by way of answering, he slides his free hand down between his legs, comes up with a soft, lusty hiss of breath and a little slick smear on his fingertip. She raises her eyebrows, impressed. "Why?"

"Because you're gorgeous?"

She swats at his shoulder. "Stop flattering me. It's how I got myself into this absurd situation to begin with."

"Well then, I haven't a hope of explaining. I suppose I'll have to go back to proving my stamina."

"Fair enough." She pulls herself off his fingers, lets him peel off the dam and the glove while she retrieves a condom from the drawer and tosses it at him. "If you're leaking like that, I'll give you, oh," a look at the clock, "five minutes? Tops?"

"I think I'm insulted." He hauls himself onto the bed proper--he's been kneeling on the floor to get a better angle at her cunt, and she can't pretend, though doesn't voice, how much she likes that idea. "Even with the way you squeeze down when you come," and he demonstrates in the air with his hand, "if I only make it five minutes, I'll be off demoting myself."

"Ah, so that's what they're calling it these days. No, down on your back." She grabs his blood-dark cock as he goes by, fists once and not gently, and it's hard as anything, and he groans a little in the back of his throat. Swats his ass when that goes by, as he crawls up beside her--crawling's nice, too--and he doesn't yelp like she'd expected, but just about backs into it, lets out a nearly inaudible purr.

She just looks at him for a moment. He looks back, over his shoulder, a hint of a flush on his face. He's still got that look like he's trying to pretend this is just a test, just some bizarre sort of not-really-hate-sex, but there's a shadow of need in his eyes.

When she does it again, he full-on does back into it, and his cock twitches.

"Well," she says.

"You do that often?"

"I suppose I don't have to be gentle with you, do I?"

"Not so much."

"I think I'll postpone the promotion issues. There's this appealing diversion involving you over my lap as I beat the crap out of you."

"I can see the appeal." His cock twitches again; he licks his lips, crawls up to her after she's made herself comfortable against the headboard. She settles the weight of him over her thighs, nudges his knees up under him so his ass is high in the air, leaving his face in the mattress. "I tend," he says, slightly muffled, "to safeword like a traffic signal. You?"

"The classics have their appeal."

"Green," he murmurs. "Very green."

"I noticed," she says dryly, and brings her hand down hard on that perfectly toned behind with considerable satisfaction. He jerks and groans a bit as she works him towards pink, big hands curling in the sheets, but not much more of a reaction than that, and her hand starts to sting. Fortunately she positioned herself close to her nightstand--she doesn't keep much about, but at least she's got a little wooden paddle handy.

He starts at the cool wood brushing over pink skin. "I really don't have to be gentle with you," she says.

"No. Very green. Hope you're finding this satisfying?"

"Quite." The smack against his skin and the reverb through hard muscle is a delight. He groans at the first blow, gasps sharp and sudden at the second, and she rests her free arm on his back--shaking a little when she goes for his thighs with the paddle--and smiles to herself until his ass is cherry red and he's writhing a little, panting with real, lush pain, and though his cock isn't against her thigh with his ass up like that, it occurs to her--"You could come from this, couldn't you?"

"Yes." His voice has gone wonderfully ragged. He's a lot prettier like this, she thinks. "Holding back as best I can though."

That makes her smile. "Why?"

"Because you don't want me to."

Oh. "Form of address?" she asks, snapping a fingernail hard against the tender, tender skin, right at the sweet spot between ass and thigh, thumb's-width from his balls. He jolts, breathes slow, recovering, probably getting over his ego enough to answer.

"Ma'am? Sir? Mistress? Grand Poobah? A preference?"

"Brat." She wallops him hard, then adds, for possibly necessary clarification, "That's you, not me." Tilts her head to one side. "You know, I think I like Sir. The gender dichotomy is fun."

"Yes, Sir." His voice, muffled by the awkward angle of being face-down in the mattress, is a little rougher still. A little humble. She drags the side of the paddle rough over hot reddened skin, then her nails, listens to him whimper.

"I honestly didn't expect you to have a submissive side to you," she ruminates aloud as she digs nails into him."

"It's...hard for me, sometimes, Sir."

"I'd imagine, ego your size." Grazes nails oh so gently over his balls, feels him stiffen with that instinctive masculine fear. He doesn't rise to the bait, just moans. Louder when she grazes close to his asshole, close as she'll go on principle without a glove. "Would you like something inside you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm unconvinced."

"Please, Sir?"

"Still unconvinced." He's silent for a moment, just a shudder running through him, and she wonders if she's pushing humiliation boundaries. Wouldn't surprise her overmuch. "Where's your traffic signal?"

"Green, Sir." He draws a deep breath; she watches the play of muscles in his back as he shifts, taking some of his weight on his elbows. "I...I want you to fuck me, Sir." He's hiding his face behind his arm now. "Please, Sir, I want it, fuck, I want it so much."

"Somehow I didn't think you'd be good at begging."

"Please!" There's genuine desperation in his voice now, which doesn't save him from a few brutal smacks until he adds the Sir.

"On condition, then: you'll get something inside you, but I'm not going to touch your cock." He makes a faint noise at that which makes her think he's biting his lip. "Goes without saying that you're not either. I'll play with your ass, you come from that or from the pain, when your stamina runs out. It is a very nice cock, I'm sure, but I'm not going to spoil you."

"Of course not, Sir. I accept, Sir. Just please..."

She puts on a glove with a loud snap, and he jolts again at the noise. Lubes up her finger and slides them, cold and wet, over his ass, not quite going in yet. The little, wordless, pleading noise in the back of his throat is gorgeous.

He babbles thanks as she slides one finger in, backs against it eagerly enough that she has to smack him into stillness. Holds himself perfectly rigid, then, with just soft, lusty moans as she works two fingers in, curls them against his prostate just as ruthlessly as he'd hit her g-spot earlier, and he hisses ragged profanities, groans like a man about to come very hard, bites up a mouthful of sheet, still holding himself back.

"You're accomodating," she observes, as she gets in three. He's so close she can feel it in her gut; it's taking everything he's got to hold back.

"Yes, Sir," he pants. "Thank you, Sir."

"People frequently complain of the size of my buttplug, as I only have one. I think you can take it though." She fucks him a bit, a few languid strokes with three bunched fingers while he pants white-knuckled across her lap, and then pulls the offending object out of the nightstand--she's given up and just left the drawers open by now. Long as her hand and thick as his cock; she rolls a condom on, lubes it up, nudges the blunt tip of it against his ass.

"Please, Sir," he murmurs.

She's pretty sure he's a hair's-breadth from coming as she slides it slowly but surely in; there's a full-body spasm as it reaches the widest point and slips quickly home, and another as she nudges it in full to the base, and another along with a loud, hoarse moan as she smacks his ass with the plug in place.

"Like this?" she murmurs.

"Yes, Sir." His voice is dripping lust. "Feels amazing, Sir. Can't see why people would complain, size is just about right, Sir." She smacks him for that, this time with the paddle she'd set aside earlier, and he almost cries out properly. So much more sensation, she knows, with the force of the beating nudging the plug about inside him. Probably hitting his prostate. He's faded a bit off that brilliant red; she fixes that as he bucks and almost howls in her lap, and then he starts to curse a little, first in English and then in a language she doesn't recognize, that doesn't sound familiar at all, and that wigs her out just a little, so she clamps her free hand over his mouth.

"It's taking everything you've got not to come, isn't it?" she murmurs, bending as close to his ear as is convenient. There's something muffled against her hand. She's more than a little high off him now, smacks low and tender on his burning ass. "You're doing wonderfully, I'll give you that. But I know you can't take much more--"

And then she stops, because he's turned his head, a little, as much as he can, into her hand, nudging his nose against her thumb, closing one nostril.

She freezes for a long moment, sets aside the paddle, slowly peels her hand off his face. She's so high off this that her cunt is twitching and she's barely even aware of it, spasms of arousal. He's panting hard, very still, looks slowly up at her, and there's nothing but need on that too-handsome face now.

"Just how kinky are you?" she asks, very softly.

"Green," he whispers. "Sir."

She lays her hand slowly over his face again. Knows how strong he is; he could buck away from it. He doesn't. Just looks up at her with drowning blue eyes, and it's like there's a chain stretching from him to her.

She clamps down over his mouth, pinches his nose, counts fifteen seconds. He goes rigid still, the dead silence of the breathless. She doesn't breathe either, feels his belly flutter as he tries to draw air that isn't there.

She lets go. He gasps air with a sudden, joyous shudder through his whole body, a soft, wordless shout, and if she thought he was close to coming earlier--

The last deliberate thing she does is grab a condom. Then she wrestles him out of her lap, rolls him up to sitting--on that red-hot, tender ass, on the plug thick and deep inside him, and the hiss and moan at that is beautiful--and fumbles it onto him. She's dripping now, she realizes when she moves. Her upper thighs slide wet as she straddles him.

"I thou--" he starts. He's losing it. Last vestiges of control, of smug, annoying facade breaking away.

"Change of plans, shut up," she says, looking him straight in the eye, and she starts coming almost the moment she sinks down onto him. It is a nice cock, filling her perfectly, but she only thinks about that for about a second before clamping both her hands over his face and silencing those ragged, desperate gasps.

She holds it for as long as she dares, almost still on his cock, feeling herself come again and again with a sort of strange distance, rolling clenches of her cunt around him.

He reddens. He looks too old. He looks ancient. Something there now that she's stripped away everything else that she can't quite name. It's just in his eyes, but he has the strangest eyes she's ever seen.

His head's back against the wall. He can't turn away. She's got his everything in her hands; the power rush scares her almost shitless, and when that's gone away there's just tenderness.

Long as she dares. She lets go, and air rushes into him exultant, and he comes right that second, comes just from inhaling, hot inside her, with those strange eyes wide and a stunned shout, and after a moment he softens, and she slides off him, and it's over.

He's very still. Breath shifts his ribs; slowly he looks over to her.

"Oh, fuck," he whispers, "thank you, Sir."

She steadies herself, feels her legs shake from coming around him as he suffocated, does the practical thing and rolls off the condom.

"Well," she says softly.

"'m I promoted?"

"Mm-hm. Sure thing. What do you need for aftercare?"

He shifts a little, as if remembering he has a body, licks doubtlessly dry lips. "Not much." He slides down to the mattress, almost boneless like some big cat, curls with his head on her thigh. "You?"

Something tells her not to ask exactly why he'd looked like that as she smothered him, so instead she strokes his hair. "I did okay? Didn't hurt you?"

"Oh, no, you were amazing." His voice is still weak, unguarded. Much better this way. "Thank you. You can't possibly know how much I wanted that." Yup, definitely not asking. He curls closer, lolls against his leg, all tension gone.

"You," she says, with a smile a little too wide, "have officially reached the rank of Not An Asshole."

Jack cheers weakly into her thigh, and she just snorts and breaks down in bewildered, gleeful laughter.

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Cleopatra Brimstonepaper_crystals on May 16th, 2007 04:38 am (UTC)
Post three way or pre-three way could we make a trip to The Garment District? I haven't gone since I left Boston (2 years ago+) and Stu is afraid of clothing stores (literatly) and there is a corset that I really want to get a dress to. Also, what time do you want to meet on Sunday?
M'lah Sihfaywired_lizard on May 16th, 2007 10:32 am (UTC)
Huzzah, yes! Districting would be great fun! (Still not sure Cyn's gone at all.)

I lean slightly towards pre-three-way, though we could work that out at the time depending upon how we feel.

Mm, corset.

The glib answer is 'whenever we wake up.' I don't know what we have planned Saturday, but somewhere in the 10-2 range is probably reasonable, and can be fine-tuned as I find stuff out.
cktraveler on May 16th, 2007 10:43 am (UTC)
Huh? I've to Garment District with you twice and once by myself. That's where I got the costumes for both the Maid of Bond Street and Spike.

I think pre as well, but yes, and I can be awake on Sunday whenever it's necessary. *waggles a finger* Just make sure you're in bed on time the previous night, wired_lizard ... you are gonna want to be FULLY rested!
M'lah Sihfay: dodgeballwired_lizard on May 16th, 2007 10:54 am (UTC)
HOOOOKAY I HAVE NO BRAINZ. TEH DALEKZ GOT THEM. I IS INNOCENT.

What do we have planned for Saturday anyway?

And as for me getting to bed on time, take that up with the muse. XP
Cleopatra Brimstonepaper_crystals on May 16th, 2007 03:37 pm (UTC)
Okay. In terms of transport Stu lives in Brighten so I could always meet you at the Garment District, then we could go to Anna's then we can three way. Or we could District, three way, then Anna's with Stu. Although sex usually makes people hungry so...
M'lah Sihfay: boobswired_lizard on May 17th, 2007 11:23 am (UTC)
Anna's? The taco place or something else?

I would propose moving this conversation to email, thus I can keep up with it better. (I do email but don't LJ at work.)
Cleopatra Brimstonepaper_crystals on May 17th, 2007 07:36 pm (UTC)
What is your e-mail?
DarthHelloKitty: Ded From the Smutdarthhellokitty on May 16th, 2007 05:35 am (UTC)
Well, there's me off to masturbate!

(If you're going to be that explicit, I think I can be that blunt.)
M'lah Sihfay: writerwired_lizard on May 16th, 2007 10:30 am (UTC)
AHAHAHHA win. In which case, I will be equally blunt and tell you (though belatedly) to enjoy yourself. XD
Becky In Fandomfandom_me on May 16th, 2007 06:13 am (UTC)
Wow.
M'lah Sihfay: jackwired_lizard on May 16th, 2007 10:29 am (UTC)
XD

I strongly suspect that this was just the Jack-muse blowing off steam (I have been doing some unpleasantness with him recently) and me just along for the ride.
cktraveler on May 16th, 2007 10:41 am (UTC)
1) Okay, that is really freaking hot. Didn't think a submissive Jack would work with anyone short of Ten. That was het and I still need a glass of water.

2) If you ever try that on me I'll bite off your fingers. *wink*
M'lah Sihfay: jackwired_lizard on May 16th, 2007 10:52 am (UTC)
1) BWAHAHAHHA win. I love it when my brain produces het; I can use it to confuse people! Also--admittedly the list of people he'd submit to is shorter than the list of people he'd bottom to (everyone), but it is still greater than one, at least with the version of him in my head. (Jack says: Yes, even ignoring some others--Ace!) Plus, at this point in his life, it's not like he's not safe doing breathplay with a near-stranger, just running the risk of having to retcon her.

1.5) I sense a post-porn water-mug ritual developing.

2) Nooooo intention. A few of the earlier things, on the other hand... *wink*
Neva: [Torchwood] remember menevacaruso on May 16th, 2007 12:26 pm (UTC)
Guh. Hot and snarky, this.

I love this pairing, and you've managed to convince me that it would go something like that.
M'lah Sihfay: jackwired_lizard on May 17th, 2007 11:22 am (UTC)
Yeah, ZOMG the snark. XD

I kinda feel like it's a leap to assume Swanson is kinky and experienced, but it's not like there's anything to indicate she isn't, and she does (as is evidenced by her waving everyone over to the phone just to humiliate Jack) has a bit of a sadistic streak. And if she was...yeah, Jack would take full advantage.

Darn, this was fun.
Melinamelinafandom on May 19th, 2007 01:10 am (UTC)
Holy mother of god. That was amazing.

*guh*
M'lah Sihfay: jackwired_lizard on May 19th, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
Weeheee, thank you! XD

And hi! welcome to my journal. (Unedited porn, what an awkward way to meet.) Mind if I friend you?
Melina: Torchwood - quaint categoriesmelinafandom on May 19th, 2007 10:12 pm (UTC)
Of course -- free friending/unfriending at all times :)

For unbeta'd, this was particularly impressive -- I wish I could do so well.

(The only thing I spotted that I'd change was at the very beginning -- "past the twenty-orgasm mark," when I think you may have meant "passed"?)
M'lah Sihfay: writerwired_lizard on May 19th, 2007 10:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was a few steps beyond unbetaed--I wrote it in a hurry and didn't even look it over before I posted it. :/ Now I can think of any number of things I'd like to change, if I bother to do so. Including that, thanks! :D

I actually usually don't use a beta except on longer and more involved pieces. Once I start worrying about structure and scene proportion and subtext and all those scary things beginning with S, then I try to scare up a beta.

Mrr. I ramble. Yay friending!
Vass: Llanfairvassilissa on May 24th, 2007 01:36 pm (UTC)
Holy WOW.

Yep, that's Jack. Complete with being reckless enough with other people's emotional safety to do breathplay on the first date - I mean, it's not like Swanson knows he can't die, so that's a huge, huge mindfuck. And he was aware of it, too.

This is awesome in so many ways - I don't think I've ever read a convincing (or even unconvincing, for that matter) BDSM fic from the POV of a female dominant before. The ones I've read have all been m/m, and mostly from the submissive's POV. It's a rush.
M'lah Sihfay: jackwired_lizard on May 24th, 2007 02:49 pm (UTC)
Wheee, thank you!

I love that you notice that. I'm seeing stuff like that a lot with Jack--subtly not-SSC things that most people who aren't BDSM-literate wouldn't notice. (Should that happen to make sense.) Particularly Torchwood-era Jack--he's a lot more reckless and a lot less people-literate after all those years.

I often find myself writing from the top's POV for some reason, though certainly not always...it's a very different and a very valuable perspective. Heck, this started in Jack's POV, more or less, because he's very easy for me to write, and morphed because I simply had to have Swanson's view of things because it was more interesting. (Need to edit this someday and fix the POV shift. :/) I babble; but yeah.

(Also, your icon is making me way too happy.)
noteverynotevery on May 28th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
Since darthhellokitty's post above set the way for bluntness, when I say that blew my mind, you'll probably know that I mean that in an orgasmic way. Phoar. I'm scrambling for an educated, well-read, intelligent sounding response here, when what I really want to say is that this story was:

*well written
*hot
*beautifully and believably characterized
*hot
*amazingly perfect for something un-beta'ed (heck, even for something beta'ed this'd be great)
*hot
*a representation of BDSM which rang far more true than most in this fandom
*hot
*really hot
*amazingly hot

and so on. What I really mean is: this fic totally blew all my fuses and I am currently a helpless, mumbling puddle of goo occasionally making 'oh, so good' noises. There is definitely not enough heterosexual BDSM in my fandoms.

Uh. Yeah. So. I am a bit in love with you. Mind if I +friend you?
M'lah Sihfay: jackwired_lizard on May 29th, 2007 11:03 am (UTC)
...ZOMYGOD you're the person who wrote that beautifully painful Jack/Ianto I recced a bit back (because when I like a fic that much I tend to rec it instead of reviewing because I suck that much)!

Well, you returned the favor by reducing me to a puddle of goo, both with fic and with review. Guh. Thank you so much!

(There's not enough heterosexual BDSM in any fandom, period; heck, there's not enough well-done BDSM in any fandom. But I'm sure you're familiar with the frustration.)

Go ahead, of course! And I've been a little bit in love with you ever since Ianto started listing the muscles in Jack's back; mind if I friend you back?
noteverynotevery on May 29th, 2007 01:17 pm (UTC)
Clearly some things are meant to be! Coincidences are pretty amazing--if I hadn't been to melinafandom's del.icio.us recs and hadn't chosen the BDSM section and then clicked the first link... Wow. (Man, life's amazing when you think about it.) Thank you so much for the lovely rec! Really, as far as recs that glowing are concerned I can definitely forgive a lack of review! After all, reviews are hard--sometimes I love stuff but have no idea how to articulate that love in a way that doesn't make me sound like a severely stoned penguin with an IQ of 23. Really.

(I am so familiar with that frustration. I love slash [with whatever gender; I'm not picky], and I love well-written BDSM--but I have a major weakness for BDSM het that I don't have for het in general, and I always miss it [not that I dislike het in general, just that it pushes my buttons less]. I've found even fewer fics with a dominant female, which makes me sad.)

I'm really glad you like the muscles bit too--it was an incredibly gut thing for me, inserting that little facet of him (in fact, I've used it twice: it's in Whiskey too), but it was pretty much 100% without canon basis, and I wasn't sure if anyone else would 'get' it. It's good to hear that someone did!

As far as friending goes--with all the coincidence and synchronicity and loving going on--how could I say no?

(I also have to go and read the rest of your porn. And, er, re-read this one.)
M'lah Sihfay: writerwired_lizard on May 30th, 2007 11:05 am (UTC)
Wheehee! I think I happened across your fic the old-fashioned way--actually happening to pull good Jack/Ianto out of the morass on the comms.

Besides, stoned penguins are adorable.

(I think I share a lesser version of the same weakness...I dislike most het due to the fluffy cliches, but when those things get zapped, I really like it. I haven't written much BDSM het yet--heck, I think this may be the first piece that's explicitly so--but it's got a lot of appeal. (And now, of course, the Jack-muse is insisting that I remedy that lots.))

No, I very much got it! Or at least I think I did. And in relation to canon--one of those things a lot of people (including sometimes, I think, the writers of the show) tend to forget about Ianto is that he *was* from Torchwood One. He's one of Yvonne's people; he no doubt has a highly trained and conditioned mind, and would only have been hired if he was stupid smart to begin with. And we see this only in tiny moments in the series--being able to judge the depth of a chamber by the sound reverberations in Countrycide, for example.

Not that he's got shit for field experience until Jack starts taking him out (no pun intended). But he is still a Torchwood-one-trained logistics man; of course he'd know his anatomy, and of course he'd think of it that way.

(The more I think about Ianto, the more I think he's some sort of wee Welsh Vulcan.)

Pff, don't bother rereading this one, you'll notice all the mistakes. XP Now that I've friended you you should be able to see all my fic--I sometimes keep drafts under flock, and I've got a long-ish Jack/Ianto fic going that way now.

(And sorry for the delay--often on work days my *only* LJ time is about a half an hour in the morning over breakfast.)

(And, gad, woman, SO much goodness in your journal! Haven't gotten past the first page yet, I don't think; want to savor! Ianto/Tosh for the very, very win, though. XD)
http://elevatormusic.space: bite mesebastienne on February 10th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you for hot, convincing female domination. I'll admit I'm only returning to fandom after a 3+ year hiatus, but even so, I've never read my own identity expressed by any author quite this well before.

Heh, sorry for the TMI there. But, I guess, you write pr0n, so you can probably take it...
athenylathenyl on July 14th, 2009 08:05 am (UTC)
Guh... ah... wgggh...

[Sorry I can't come up with a more coherent comment, you've melted my brain...]
Александраtanfree on June 3rd, 2010 06:01 pm (UTC)
wow. so hot. so Jack.
s'not easy to be Not An Asshole, in Swanson's world? hehe...
and brave she is, she did grate...
thank you for writing this :)
Lia: DW Jack bondage!lia_galanodel on January 16th, 2011 09:04 pm (UTC)
So I know this piece is almost four years old now, but I just came across it from the tw_kinkandseek list and wanted to let you know I thought it was ridiculously hot. I just... can't describe how amazing it was reading such well-written BDSM with a woman topping Jack. Everything about this was perfect. I loved it, thanks so much for writing it.