Ron trembled at the sight of that pinkish pucker, tight and virginal and nothing he'd ever wanted to see. Or touch. Or enter! The mounting distress!!
"Let nobody say I'm a cruel man," Malfoy murmured.--And he's playing the irony so beautifully.
Ron began to feel like a raw blade on an anvil, caught between hammer and fire and trying not to bend.--I can read your own author's pleasure in having crafted that line, and why not? It's beautiful.
Definitely his first being taken on the flagstones of Hogwarts Castle like a sorcerer's catamite.--Ohh, what a completely new, beautiful story pops into the reader's head upon encountering that simile. Wondering how many sorceror's and how many catamites have scoured the stones of castles with their copulating skins. Ohh.
It hardly took three energetic tugs before Potter arched up, eyes dark and blind to the world, and came with the sound of a little bird giving up its life under a kneazle's jaws.--That metaphor is orgasm, Hijja. I mean, it IS orgasm. To read that and hear the noise and feel the death/little death images married in one--that's the moment one's eyesight dims and one has to clutch at the laptop to keep from falling over. I did die a little, just as I was intended to. &hearts
"You may approach me again, if you desire,"--Lovely. All "plant the idea now, as if this had been all consensual--and maybe it was, just a little? It can't have all been the potions, dear boys."
And, of course, the little twist of Snape at the end. How much I love Snape when he has his own agenda!
I will read this and re-read and re-read it, I promise you. Fabulous and fascinating and as charged a piece of elegant erotica as anything I've read.
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Date: 2006-05-09 04:34 pm (UTC)Ron trembled at the sight of that pinkish pucker, tight and virginal and nothing he'd ever wanted to see. Or touch. Or enter! The mounting distress!!
"Let nobody say I'm a cruel man," Malfoy murmured.--And he's playing the irony so beautifully.
Ron began to feel like a raw blade on an anvil, caught between hammer and fire and trying not to bend.--I can read your own author's pleasure in having crafted that line, and why not? It's beautiful.
Definitely his first being taken on the flagstones of Hogwarts Castle like a sorcerer's catamite.--Ohh, what a completely new, beautiful story pops into the reader's head upon encountering that simile. Wondering how many sorceror's and how many catamites have scoured the stones of castles with their copulating skins. Ohh.
It hardly took three energetic tugs before Potter arched up, eyes dark and blind to the world, and came with the sound of a little bird giving up its life under a kneazle's jaws.--That metaphor is orgasm, Hijja. I mean, it IS orgasm. To read that and hear the noise and feel the death/little death images married in one--that's the moment one's eyesight dims and one has to clutch at the laptop to keep from falling over. I did die a little, just as I was intended to. &hearts
"You may approach me again, if you desire,"--Lovely. All "plant the idea now, as if this had been all consensual--and maybe it was, just a little? It can't have all been the potions, dear boys."
And, of course, the little twist of Snape at the end. How much I love Snape when he has his own agenda!
I will read this and re-read and re-read it, I promise you. Fabulous and fascinating and as charged a piece of elegant erotica as anything I've read.