Ficlet - Roses
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fic_variationsRoses
Author- D M Evans
Disclaimer – all rights belong to Mr. Joss Whedon et al. No profit made and like I’m not in a huge financial hole already
Time Line – post series
Summary – Dawn has a night of fetish exploration planned
Author’s Note – just a little ficlet to complete my Dawn/Connor claim for the Dec/Jan edition of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_variations, using the Shakespeare prompt – of a Rose by any other name, as well as one of my smut_69 challenges for the prompt Ring
Sweat trickled down Connor’s back. He hadn’t envisioned ever getting quite this kinky but once Dawn had suggested they explore not just their unique beings but also their sex lives to try new things, Connor couldn’t say no. Exploring had lead them to all sort of interesting things, like now; him on his knees, a cock ring snugged tight around him.
Connor glanced up at Dawn, wondering if she had gotten her ideas for the night from Faith. He hadn’t known what to expect when he found the cute little paper flower invite in his mailbox saying ‘a rose by any other name’ was the theme for the night but it surely wasn’t this.
Connor hadn’t known fetish crops came dressed up like a red rose complete with leather ‘thorns’. He wasn’t sure Dawn felt all that comfortable holding it, either. She wasn’t Faith and probably wouldn’t really like putting him in pain. Connor, however, couldn’t complain about what she did do with the crop.
Teasing up the length of him with the soft leather petals, Dawn got Connor to groan long and low. His swollen cock twitched and wept. He looked up into her lust-clouded eyes, knowing it was too early to start begging for Dawn to get the cock ring off of him. Dawn trailed the rose over his hip and up his spine. The soft pressure disappeared and to Connor’s surprise, the crop whacked against his taut buttocks, not hard. The light sting was way more erotic than he could have imagined.
He wasn’t sure what was showing on his face but it obviously pleased Dawn. Head thrown back, deep moans rumbling in his throat, Connor welcome every rose-tipped swat she favored him with. Exploring hadn’t sent them down the wrong path yet. What a wonderful ride.
Author- D M Evans
Disclaimer – all rights belong to Mr. Joss Whedon et al. No profit made and like I’m not in a huge financial hole already
Time Line – post series
Summary – Dawn has a night of fetish exploration planned
Author’s Note – just a little ficlet to complete my Dawn/Connor claim for the Dec/Jan edition of
fic_variations, using the Shakespeare prompt – of a Rose by any other name, as well as one of my smut_69 challenges for the prompt Ring Sweat trickled down Connor’s back. He hadn’t envisioned ever getting quite this kinky but once Dawn had suggested they explore not just their unique beings but also their sex lives to try new things, Connor couldn’t say no. Exploring had lead them to all sort of interesting things, like now; him on his knees, a cock ring snugged tight around him.
Connor glanced up at Dawn, wondering if she had gotten her ideas for the night from Faith. He hadn’t known what to expect when he found the cute little paper flower invite in his mailbox saying ‘a rose by any other name’ was the theme for the night but it surely wasn’t this.
Connor hadn’t known fetish crops came dressed up like a red rose complete with leather ‘thorns’. He wasn’t sure Dawn felt all that comfortable holding it, either. She wasn’t Faith and probably wouldn’t really like putting him in pain. Connor, however, couldn’t complain about what she did do with the crop.
Teasing up the length of him with the soft leather petals, Dawn got Connor to groan long and low. His swollen cock twitched and wept. He looked up into her lust-clouded eyes, knowing it was too early to start begging for Dawn to get the cock ring off of him. Dawn trailed the rose over his hip and up his spine. The soft pressure disappeared and to Connor’s surprise, the crop whacked against his taut buttocks, not hard. The light sting was way more erotic than he could have imagined.
He wasn’t sure what was showing on his face but it obviously pleased Dawn. Head thrown back, deep moans rumbling in his throat, Connor welcome every rose-tipped swat she favored him with. Exploring hadn’t sent them down the wrong path yet. What a wonderful ride.
