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PostPosted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Jimmy Nimbus wrote:
If anyone tries to make you feel bad about looking at these, just be safe in the knowledge that you aren't Clare Perkins, authoress of Sarah Jane and Maria Jackson slash:

http://m.fanfiction.net/s/5761715/1/


Well I got as far as skim reading up to chapter three, but unless I missed it, there seemed to be an awful lot of kissing and not much scoffing the clam. Really makes me wonder what the point of that was?
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 4:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Clare Perkins wrote:

Sarah Jane turned without preamble and walked from the room.

"Wait!" Panic rose in Maria's throat. "Where're you going?"

"Upstairs. To my bedroom," Sarah Jane's voice called from the hall. "I refuse to have sex in my living room like some randy teenager . . . even if I'm about to have sex with a randy teenager."

(Despite having traveled extensively in the future, Sarah Jane could not actually predict the future. Thus she had no way of knowing that she would later regret that comment about the living room when she found herself sprawled across the settee in the attic—well, regret it as much as she could while Maria licked her way up her thigh . . .)

Sarah Jane had been chased up these stairs more often than anyone had a right in their own home, once years ago by a rather dishy Bane henchman, again by a Dalek who, despite ridicule to the contrary, managed to make remarkable time clearing three flights of stairs, and even once by her own toaster thanks to one of Luke's brilliant ideas gone wrong. But no one, not the Bane, nor the Dalek, nor even the toaster, had approached the task with as much enthusiasm as Maria Jackson currently did.

Clare Perkins wrote:
The hand groping beneath Maria's bra, fingers flexing into her breast seemed a strange accompaniment to her words.

Sarah Jane's hand retreated to join its mate in fumbling with the hook at her back—she bit Maria's lip a fraction too hard as her concentration slipped.

"Get it out of your system and move on."

Fingertips ghosted reverently across her bare breasts, before Sarah Jane pulled her own top up over her head and leaned against her.

It was perfect. Sarah Jane was warm and soft and everywhere she touched burned, but—

"No."

The look of something akin to pain that passed over Sarah Jane's face mirrored what Maria was feeling as she forced the word past her lips. She would agree to almost anything Sarah Jane asked of her—but not to that.

Sarah Jane was backing away from her, beginning to apologize.

"That's not what I want."

Maria's fingers tugged loose the knot at the waistband of Sarah Jane's pants before Sarah Jane could still them in her own.

"I can't do this if you're going to-"

"Are you going to make us stop if I don't agree?"

"Yes."

When Maria's fingers slid through undeniable evidence to the contrary, Sarah Jane willingly conceded the argument.

Black lace to match the bra lost somewhere along the way.

Somewhere amongst the scattered flotsam of Sarah Jane's brain was both the thought that she very well might not survive this—unless she reminded herself to breathe again—and that she wished she hadn't worn knickers with embarrassing little pink stripes today.

She hadn't exactly had this in mind when she'd gotten dressed this morning. But it was obvious that Maria had. Those were the sort of knickers that women only wore when they were, well, on the pull.

An even deeper recess of Sarah Jane's mind wondered just how often Maria had worn these in the past underneath her clothes when they were together, only to lose her nerve.

And with that thought, the knickers in question joined the pile of discarded clothes in the floor.

There were still things in the universe that could surprise Sarah Jane Smith. Like the fact that Maria Jackson talked during sex. A sort of babbling commentary flowed out of Maria. It was at once both immensely disconcerting and utterly erotic.

Some of it was indecipherable against clavicle and hip, some of it enunciated in graphic clarity— things she had thought about alone in her bedroom across the street as she touched herself, how Sarah Jane tasted better than she had imagined.
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Maria's eyes had snapped open—"Sarah Jane?"—and she was already starting to whine—"but I want your mouth—"

Sarah Jane pressed a finger against Maria's lips—"shhh"—replaced her finger with her mouth, teasing her lips apart.

She felt Maria smile—"I taste"—oh, god—"good." Sarah Jane could feel the moan echoing through her own throat this time. "Almost as good as—"

Sarah Jane clamped her hand over Maria's mouth before they were both too far gone to care who overheard.

She let her fingers ghost along Maria's sex—"Don't you ever"—slid them inside until her palm was flush against her—"stop talking?"

She felt a quick, hot pulse of air against her other palm—could guess which word that had been—as she found a slow rhythm that soon had Maria writhing against her hand.

Lacking Maria's usual commentary, she had to translate the straining of fingers against cold marble—just like that—decipher the counterpoint rise of hips—harder—the silken tightening around her fingers—so close, I'm going to—

"Not a word." Sarah Jane dropped her hand from Maria's mouth, stilled the fingers inside her, leaving Maria grasping at her wrist to make her move again. A roll of her thumb and Maria gasped. "Not a sound."

She lowered herself to the floor again, lowered her head for one more taste—licked and savored and scraped her teeth across the hard knot of nerves—curved her fingers into just the right—and Maria was coming, hands clutched in her hair, hips jerking into her mouth and—

"Oh—Fuck—Sarah!"


This expertly written lesbian drama has probably given me a right wide-on. It's not as shit as Lip Service anyway.

I wonder if anyone writes stories in which the Hartnell Doctor sucks off Alydon?
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PostPosted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 8:01 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sir John Sudbury wrote:
She does nothing for me. She looks like a newsreader.


Kenneth Kendall?
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PostPosted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

B3 wrote:
Sir John Sudbury wrote:
She does nothing for me. She looks like a newsreader.


Kenneth Kendall?


Nah. Peter Woods and his come-to-bed eyes. Wink
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PostPosted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 5:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Penny Woosnam wrote:
Clare Perkins wrote:

Sarah Jane turned without preamble and walked from the room.

"Wait!" Panic rose in Maria's throat. "Where're you going?"

"Upstairs. To my bedroom," Sarah Jane's voice called from the hall. "I refuse to have sex in my living room like some randy teenager . . . even if I'm about to have sex with a randy teenager."

(Despite having traveled extensively in the future, Sarah Jane could not actually predict the future. Thus she had no way of knowing that she would later regret that comment about the living room when she found herself sprawled across the settee in the attic—well, regret it as much as she could while Maria licked her way up her thigh . . .)

Sarah Jane had been chased up these stairs more often than anyone had a right in their own home, once years ago by a rather dishy Bane henchman, again by a Dalek who, despite ridicule to the contrary, managed to make remarkable time clearing three flights of stairs, and even once by her own toaster thanks to one of Luke's brilliant ideas gone wrong. But no one, not the Bane, nor the Dalek, nor even the toaster, had approached the task with as much enthusiasm as Maria Jackson currently did.

Clare Perkins wrote:
The hand groping beneath Maria's bra, fingers flexing into her breast seemed a strange accompaniment to her words.

Sarah Jane's hand retreated to join its mate in fumbling with the hook at her back—she bit Maria's lip a fraction too hard as her concentration slipped.

"Get it out of your system and move on."

Fingertips ghosted reverently across her bare breasts, before Sarah Jane pulled her own top up over her head and leaned against her.

It was perfect. Sarah Jane was warm and soft and everywhere she touched burned, but—

"No."

The look of something akin to pain that passed over Sarah Jane's face mirrored what Maria was feeling as she forced the word past her lips. She would agree to almost anything Sarah Jane asked of her—but not to that.

Sarah Jane was backing away from her, beginning to apologize.

"That's not what I want."

Maria's fingers tugged loose the knot at the waistband of Sarah Jane's pants before Sarah Jane could still them in her own.

"I can't do this if you're going to-"

"Are you going to make us stop if I don't agree?"

"Yes."

When Maria's fingers slid through undeniable evidence to the contrary, Sarah Jane willingly conceded the argument.

Black lace to match the bra lost somewhere along the way.

Somewhere amongst the scattered flotsam of Sarah Jane's brain was both the thought that she very well might not survive this—unless she reminded herself to breathe again—and that she wished she hadn't worn knickers with embarrassing little pink stripes today.

She hadn't exactly had this in mind when she'd gotten dressed this morning. But it was obvious that Maria had. Those were the sort of knickers that women only wore when they were, well, on the pull.

An even deeper recess of Sarah Jane's mind wondered just how often Maria had worn these in the past underneath her clothes when they were together, only to lose her nerve.

And with that thought, the knickers in question joined the pile of discarded clothes in the floor.

There were still things in the universe that could surprise Sarah Jane Smith. Like the fact that Maria Jackson talked during sex. A sort of babbling commentary flowed out of Maria. It was at once both immensely disconcerting and utterly erotic.

Some of it was indecipherable against clavicle and hip, some of it enunciated in graphic clarity— things she had thought about alone in her bedroom across the street as she touched herself, how Sarah Jane tasted better than she had imagined.
Clare Perkins wrote:
Maria's eyes had snapped open—"Sarah Jane?"—and she was already starting to whine—"but I want your mouth—"

Sarah Jane pressed a finger against Maria's lips—"shhh"—replaced her finger with her mouth, teasing her lips apart.

She felt Maria smile—"I taste"—oh, god—"good." Sarah Jane could feel the moan echoing through her own throat this time. "Almost as good as—"

Sarah Jane clamped her hand over Maria's mouth before they were both too far gone to care who overheard.

She let her fingers ghost along Maria's sex—"Don't you ever"—slid them inside until her palm was flush against her—"stop talking?"

She felt a quick, hot pulse of air against her other palm—could guess which word that had been—as she found a slow rhythm that soon had Maria writhing against her hand.

Lacking Maria's usual commentary, she had to translate the straining of fingers against cold marble—just like that—decipher the counterpoint rise of hips—harder—the silken tightening around her fingers—so close, I'm going to—

"Not a word." Sarah Jane dropped her hand from Maria's mouth, stilled the fingers inside her, leaving Maria grasping at her wrist to make her move again. A roll of her thumb and Maria gasped. "Not a sound."

She lowered herself to the floor again, lowered her head for one more taste—licked and savored and scraped her teeth across the hard knot of nerves—curved her fingers into just the right—and Maria was coming, hands clutched in her hair, hips jerking into her mouth and—

"Oh—Fuck—Sarah!"


This expertly written lesbian drama has probably given me a right wide-on. It's not as shit as Lip Service anyway.

I wonder if anyone writes stories in which the Hartnell Doctor sucks off Alydon?


The fuck? Confused
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 9:46 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

All you need to do to inspire slash is Have Two Characters.
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:37 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Watching Remembrance of the Daleks last night. Ep 2, Ace in that dressing gown...oh yeah, now we're talking! Very Happy
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"wide-on"? Laughing
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Jimmy Nimbus wrote:

And, in the interests of balance, not least with regards to average age, here's a tasteful top=down shot of Lis



Gerontophile.
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 2:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

_Liam_ wrote:
"wide-on"? Laughing


http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Wide-on
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 4:04 pm    Post subject: Re: New picture for those Anjli Mohindra pervs Reply with quote

Penny Woosnam wrote:
You know who you are:



From upcoming "Lost in Time" two parter, where Rani turns into a cash in DVD boxset of half deleted Doctor Who serials.


That costume is TUDOR!!!!! Cool
Are we going to have a story set in Tudor times??
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 4:10 pm    Post subject: Re: New picture for those Anjli Mohindra pervs Reply with quote

Pink_Glitter_Dalek wrote:
That costume is TUDOR!!!!! Cool
Are we going to have a story set in Tudor times??


Tudor?

Chewed Her, more like!
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 4:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Moderator General wrote:
B3 wrote:
Sir John Sudbury wrote:
She does nothing for me. She looks like a newsreader.


Kenneth Kendall?


Nah. Peter Woods and his come-to-bed eyes. Wink


Oh, yes. Does it get any hotter than this?


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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 5:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Maybe, But you can't beat Richard Baker's voice when it comes to phone sex.
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:29 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

One for B3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvaRNxSZr38
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