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[May. 13th, 2007|01:38 am] |
The other day, I was fantasizing about snape totally fucking Malfoy Sr., Lucius that is, and he was so into it that he was corn shucking Lucius' asshole to the utmost chafing degree, and Dobby was watching intently saying slam your body down and wind it all around yeah yeah yeah fucker. Dobby's large rotund eyes quivered with liquid passion to the rhythm.
Sex festivals were recurrent. Consecutive sex. Silhouettes of sinful desire. And he slept throughout. The blackness of the night engulfed his serene and yet unfufilled desire of a man. Deprived of sleepless nights. And shameful yet cathartic fights. Gravely he swept the floors of the insolent.v
He swept indignantly. He swept under shallow graves. Apparently he had a quite powerful broom. Poor lonely sonofabitch. Mothafucka used those knitted hats to jack off incessantly and |
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[May. 15th, 2006|03:13 am] |
Can we talk about how gay kiNc is?
once upon a time tehre was a man. he was built powerful and strong. All of his life, women fawned to him as a protective father figure (READ: ODEIPUS!!!!!!!111!!). but one day the man finally reached college and his life florished as a a yannic flower flourishes. This young man was in fact a gentle giant.
A gentle giant with the heart of stone. Simple yet sophisticated he roamed through the streets of ancient greece with a solitary purpose. He wanted nothing to do with the women that threw their indescribably wretched souls at his indescribably wretched soul. He merely wanted to subtely woo the man of his oh so effervescent fantasies and implore him beneath his wrathful heart of rock. He claimed to be a prophet but the only entity that was profitable was his cock, (cock of rock) named Angelica. Yes, it was a chicken. Not a rooster.
While the women all gagged for his chicken, the man used their drooling tongues to ascend the social ladder into the heavens as they licked the bottoms of his feet. Finally, he achieved a postition of POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with this power, the man could finally achieve his true inner desire: his chicken crowed for one. his one desire was but a delicate fainting flower whose inner prostate LOVED chicken, even though he was vegan.
The delicate young flower had nothing to do with this all so influetic cheiftan. His pleasures lie in the satisfactory business of scrapping the flesh from bones and drawing the silhouettes from there place of worship. He had no interest in the business of that consilatory place of worship himself. How would the cock conquest his only utterly true desire? If only he could force the flower to scrape the confines of his silhouette. |
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| Special! Slytherin Edition! |
[Aug. 10th, 2005|03:01 am] |
They Slytherin dungeouns knew tales of a thousand woes.
They know things. They had seen centuries worth of pass through their walls.
Every creavice held a secret. EVERY crevice.
A secret plot over heard by the stones next to the stairs, a duel witnessed by the archway in from of the common room corridor, a sweaty back pressed against the stone floor.
But, the most smug part of all were the chains.
The chains were attatched to the secret room just down the hall from the potions classroom, a remenant of of Salazar's intial Slytherin initiation.
These chains had seen more secrets than the rest of the dungeons put together.
. . .
Severus Snape never realized such glory. His tall lanky body flailed underneath the force of an enormous. His mildly muscular back arched beneath the chains. The chains saw it all. His cold eyes, staring into oblivion as his dark hair matted against the cold stone wall. The chains stared down at him, jealous of his inability. His silence ached with the pains of a thousand throngs. The chains lavished under the silence of Severus' immense orgasm. His cheeks sweltered.
Severus was now shaking with the power of his cumming. The chains rattled gothic-ly against the stones as he quivered, wet with sweat and cum, and beginning to bruise from the backbreaking ride Lucius had just run him through. At tht thought, Snape realized that he could no longer feel Lucius spearing through him like the sword of bloody Gryfiindor. hmm, Bloody, he was that too. He turned around as far as he could in archaic chains, enough to see Lucius' softening member bouncing lightly towards him, still wet with sweat and other juices as Lucius reached to undo the chains around Severus' wrist.
The chains clattered loudly amongst the cold concrete floor. Lucius wasn't concerned with being discrete. His erection swung heavily against Severus quivering naked thigh. If anyone should come out without me, well, use your imagination. Lucius wasn't concerned, he was held tightly in the moment. He licked his lips, and savagely dug into Severus' pulsating member. A loud squeak was emitted, closely followed by a sigh, a full fledged penetrating sigh. Ecstasy. Every one of his limnbs was seething with pain. But he did not fear the pain. Instead he held closer to Lucius, breathing in his illusory gaze. Breathing in Lucius' blank green eyes. This was bliss. The smell of dank, moist air. Dungeon air? Or penis air? It was hard to tell. For one indirect moment, Lucius caught Severus' unintelligible longing glance and proceeded to thrust. Harder.
Shafting into Severus' pliant, if a bit greasy, body, his shaft felt at one one with the world, as if it was finally where is belonged. Kumba-yahs might be in order.
This, he pondered thoughfully as lifted Severus slightly to better access his cave of wonder, was truly what being in Slytherin was all about. Sure there was ambition and riches and blood purity. but mostly, there was a lot of fucking. And boys chained to walls. that was always good. Well, maybe not always. There was that time that the house elves chained him down in the kitchen and experiemented with a new line of meat products they were thinking of serving. That hadn't been wholely pleasant. He had been vegetarian ever since. He full-body shuddered at the memory and began jack-knifing into Snape in earnest.
Snape was caught by suprise and as the manmeat inside him pulsated and slammed in a far as it could and then a little farther. A wet groan escaped him and reverberated around the dungeons like a ping pong ball shot out of a centaur's ass. At this is the Chains could not stand to sit passively by any longer so they clenched possively around Snape's wrists, much like an overeager asshole around a fleashy lovestick, and claimed Snape as their own.
Snape released and let the chains take command. In that exact moment, Not from his wand, but from his pulsating member was eased with the release of his silky white substance. This substance hit Lucius lusciously lavish lips with force. The chains writhed in ecstasy as the man opened his mouth wide and let loose a simple "oh". "Oh Severus, you've certainly taught me a lesson or two about potions." He rode his left leg up against the wall with ease. The licked the hot stickly liquid off of his nose, slowly, but suredly. His eyes rolled back into his head as he pressed his heated cheek against the cold steel chains.
He was spent, his mincemeat lost.
He made a mental note, reminded himself that next time, he'd bring the whip. |
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[Aug. 6th, 2005|03:01 am] |
So Draco sacrificed himself for sexual pleasure. His chest was penetrated by a penis. He bled all over it.
It brings me great pleasure to announce that this tumultous ride of wild orifices is hosting an
ICON CHALLENGE!
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- Anything goes! Subject matter is up for interpretation. The dirtier, the better.
- There is no limit to how many entries you may make.
- All you need to do is make a comment to this post with your entry(ies). The comments will be screened so that only the judges will be able to see them. You can post anonymously, or under your journal name if you like, it doesn't really matter.
- Winner will be blessed by the use of their icon in this journal, as well as a secret prize.
- All entries must be submitted by August 31st.
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- Comments/questions/image hosting help, may be directed to any of out lovely judges.
- Any and all pimping/friending is encouraged. We crave action.
Get those fingers to work, penetrate the innermost crevices of your creativity and most importantly have fun doing it! </undyinggroins> |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2005|01:36 am] |
Suddenly the were interrupting by the tapping of an owl against the window. “Shit,” said Olliver. “I hate it when they make the window shiny and the bird hits it ‘cause they think it’s just air you know but it’s not just air you know it’s a window.” “I don’t know,” said Harry lewdly. “I kinda like it.” “Chirp!” said the owl.
He reached for the bird. Its feathers felt silky against his fingers. Much like the smooth caverns of Oliver’s deep hole. Harry moaned at the thought. Not to be completely distracted though, he reached for the message attached the owl’s leg.
The note felt thick and firm underneath his cold fingertips. Almost as firm and thick as Draco Malfoy on a sweaty heat ridden July afternoon. Oh, the sheets were exploding juices. Exploding juices on the keys. The keys on the keyboard of the rustic piano in the top room of the Gryffindor condom tower. There lust grew ever thicker. The sheets, ever heavier with sweat. Oh baby, oh baby, Draco lipped Harry’s supple ripe nip nip. His fingers slipped through the tuft of Harry’s virginal soft tendrils. They found themselves lost in a fury of desire. Lost in the quicksand of cocaine and booze and red peppers. Harry slowly burned. Burned by the passion in his electric fiery heart. His loins, burned. Draco descended in arms of undertow. He will take his place, in the great below.
Suddenly Harry felt the harsh sting of a hand against his cheek. His eyes flashed open to find Oliver standing in front of him.
“What the fuck, mate,” the Quidditch captain snapped and ripped the message from Harry’s sweaty fingers, “You were zoning out on me man. I only slapped you when you started moaning. What sorts of sordid little thoughts are going on in that head of yours? You’ve fucking pitched a tent in your pants, you better deal with that shit.” Harry had the decency to look embarrassed and quickly tried to cover himself. Oliver leaned forward, brushing Harry’s shoulder with his hand.
“Or I could assist you…”
“Could you assist me with that note? I’ve lost my glasses.” Harry started looking for his glasses. First he checked the pillow, then the sheets, then Oliver’s voluptuous anus. It wasn’t anywhere.
“It says you got accepted to – ah ah AH AH AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
Harry sat back and lit a cigarette.
Oliver smiled sleepily.
“Hey, Harry, want to go spelunking?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Honestly Oliver, I’ve spent so much time spelunking around in your ass it really isn’t worth the trouble anymore.”
“Tut.” Oliver glared at Harry. “Oh really?” He maliciously grabbed Harry’s engorgement and began precisely wrapping the letter around it, making Harry’s wiener one happy little pig in a blanket. Harry moaned bucking against the paper tube. “ah ah ah,” Oliver warned. “Beware of paper cuts. . .”
“Ow.” Said Harry.
“Oh, you know I like it when you scream.” Oliver rubbed together his hands in a sweeping washing motion, he drooled in anticipation. His hands were in up to the elbows, right angles, angling. Fluid motions spewed him up and down. His body aching, his grace failing. This was the most powerful feeling, this was beyond the universe. His arms detached from any feeling of body. It was the arm, the arm as one, ridiculously long phallus. He wrinkled his forehead, ready for the next enigmatic step…
Harry opened the letter he had received from the admissions office at Hampshire College, and upon opening it gave out a deafening wail. He had been rejected! But Harry’s rejection was soon to be remedied, as he was injected with Draco’s succulent member. It was hard, it was long, and it was fucking blonde! Draco had appeared from thin air to relieve Harry of his rejection sorrow. So easily did the penetration flow that Harry marveled at the super-self-lubrication which the House of Slytherin cock was capable of, fulfilling the prophecy of its own name (moniker/eponymioued). Harry soon realized it was not the cock itself that supplied lubricant, but the salivation of Oliver’s lust upon the very orifice of ecstasy. Harry, having realized this, grabbed Oliver’s hair and pulled it as hard as it took to bring Oliver’s mouth to his, and the two lads necked it out at as Draco pounded Harry’s frothing hole. |
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| Bad Orifices for Snitches |
[Mar. 25th, 2005|10:06 pm] |
No fans could really understand the power of quidditch. the drive, the intensity, the thrill. Perhaps they could fathom that. But no one could really fathom the sexuality of it. The raging engorgement that it left Harry when he came down from the sky.
That is why Harry took such interest in other players. they understood. They, too, would ackwardly dismount their brooms with piercing phallices, aching for release. That was why the Quidditch Locker room was not-so-secretly the place where Harry found his sanctuary.
Harry was guiding past the raging fans. Once past those unfortunate souls, Harry let his desires take control of hold. He was lost in a sea of PENISES. Lost beneath the sweat, the blood and the flesh. Harry prefers CARNAL (canal) desires more than anything else in the world. Harry could see Oliver Wood scouring in the corner after practice. Oliver was hiding something, Harry wanted to reveal all of his secrets. He thought by doing so Oliver would glare at him disgustingly, once that is over they will fall ravashingly into each others arms. Harry decided to skip the secrets business that day and just rape the fuck out of Olivers ANUS.
No fans could really understand the power of quidditch, the drive, the intensity, the horribly addictive anal fixation. And Oliver was of the utmost desired. He had an anus so elastic one could fit an entire kilbasa through it. But Harry had something greater than any kilbasa; Harry had the throbbingest member this side of Hogwarts, and he intended to use it. Harry thrust his hyperbolized phallice deep into Oliver's gaping anus, simultaneously pleasuring himself and feeding Oli's masochistic psyche. Not from lack of lubrication, but from over-zealousness, Harry began to chafe, and upon realizing this, he grabbed a vial of oil from the desk and poured it all over the point of entry, easing the plane on which they where ecstasizing their innermost desires. Colpack out.
T Be Continued. . . |
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[Feb. 12th, 2005|11:10 pm] |
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Over the hills and far away Ron and Harry were frolicking like giggling
school girls. The wind blew through their hair. A moment later and they were on top of each other. Wildly groping one another, their caresses ignited the fire within their undying groins. The moisture unlocked their lips and the juices shot--
FLASHBACK:
Draco sat in his Potions class, writing on his parchment, he glanced up to
find his gaze met by Harry's. A wry smile began to form on Harry's face as the two came to a mutual understanding. Draco's pulsating member rose from underneath his cloak and Harry conspicuously pinched his right nipple. Draco
asked Professor Snape for a pass to the lavatorium AKA SEXFESTHAUS. As soon
as Draco left the chamber Harry did the same, and within one minute the two
lads were necking out next to a urinal. Draco lifted Harry's cloak exposing his youthful bodice; he quickly grabbed Harry's bare ass, squeazing the right cheek as if there was no tomorrow. At this Harry's cock grew hard and thick,
rubbing up against Draco's still-clothed body. Harry quickly remedied this
unfortunate fact by ripping Draco's cloak from his body and.......
Ron boiled with jealousy as he watched Harry and Draco skiv off to go get squishy in the loo. His cock however, had different plans and rose to attention at the thought. Thankfully, Snape soon excused them and Ron hurried quickly back to his room to have a good wank. Barely in the door, he reached to remove his turgid meat and began pumping it hotly.
In a whirl of unrelenting turgid youth, the earth was swirling and the sounds of hot, sexalicious, throbbing exhaltations releasing through the enlargements
of everything under the sun. Throughout the night, the notion that existence was futile was lost. This was existence. This was power. This was one arm, one leg, one erect limb, this was the purpose of life and all life made manifest. When outshoots of horror left their incapacitated bodies, it was the end. The
end was coming, and they were near. God is nigh.
When nothing is left God is watching you, and the future is in your hands,
literally, so don't be ashamed; And yes, God is watching you. Every day and
every night, some are born to sweet delight; every day and every night, some
are born to endless night.
Dobby walked across the room towards the bed on which Harry was spread. He
reached into his pants and grabbed Harry's bulge, removing it from his pants.
Dobby strocked it until it flowed overflowingly with anti-muggle juices.
Within the absence of the element, his energy was removed from him. His
aberrations were resolved. His loneliness alleviated. Harry was who he wanted
to be, with the help of a minituare house elf.
I knew what they were doing. I knew that any moment the screams of ecstasy
would evade their room and the drones of revelation would eliminate any form
of relevance. I was one with the wall, one with the hard cold plaster of the
surface. I never left it's side, because I... I knew it like I knew my own
hand. I wanted to be free. Free from the life of an invalid, free from the
inebriation of the times, free, for once and for all. I, the house elf. I the
slave. Me the lonely body of ignorance.
Harry thought to look beyond the bushes. He was ending whatever would come of
them. He stepped out of the shadow and into the light. When he was a boy, he
caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of his eye. He looked to see, but
it was gone. And with that, his innocence, the rest of his life would be one
cockfest after another, sucking, feeling, fornicating, indulging in the
pleasures of life. This was all that matter, this was what he KNEW.
Then Ron began to recite:
Harry makes me weak in the knees,
And Draco's arse I want to appease,
So don't be crass:
I'll take it up the ass.
And squeaze is spelled with two Es.
"My heart has never beaten so hard or so fast," said Draco as Harry penetrated
his something or other.
Ron, having expelled his manjuice, but not being satisfied with his expulsion,
sought out Harry and Draco using that map thing to find Harry and Draco coming
and came himself into the very lavitorium in which they were SEXFESTing (IN
CAPS). Harry and Draco, shocked and surprised at the sight of Ronald in a
towel said, "I took your hairbrush you don't have any HAIIIIIIR!" All caps.
Then Alexis was impaled in both ways at the same time. Harry and Ron were
frolicking. So Draco sacrificed himself for sexual pleasure. His chest was
penetrated by a penis. He bled all over it. Dean is a pussy. |
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