Ten years ago, I wrote my first NSFW femslash (HaruMichi of course!). I found it while cleaning out my files and even though I feel like I wildly improved (maybe not plot-wise in a smut fic haha), I decided to share this with you. I hope you enjoy netherless!
Tiramisu
“This is on the house, Miss Kaioh.”
Haruka’s eyes grow wide as the tiramisu is placed in front of us. Only one piece? They’re not fearing the word in the country club, are they?
I agree to share the dessert, of course, and so she slides next to me in the intimate booth of one of my favourite places to have dinner at. Our shoulders touch as well as our thighs. I pick up a bite of cake with the small, silver fork and lift it to my mouth, my body an elegant bow that would never shiver from the nerves I feel. A little bit of cream gets stuck at my lip and she puts her finger to it to wipe it gently away, bringing the cream with her finger into her own mouth. So that’s Haruka’s idea of sharing?
I feel my lap hurting. It’s a good feeling. She now looks at me with such a need that I can barely resist. My gaze is an order.
Haruka bends forward, down, and she starts to kiss me so passionately I almost lose control. No matter how intimate the booth, we’re still in public, after all. Her tongue’s finding her way into my mouth and I shut my eyes.
Later, in my apartment, I press my lashes together as she presses me against the wall. As she slides down and rushes my skirt with her, I can barely hold back. A smile spreads across my face. Finally someone’s there to kiss the spots I’m most sensual at. Finally someone’s there to love. And it’s not someone. It’s her.
I pull her up and towards my bedroom where I kiss her how I’ wanted to ever since I first saw her. Too many steps – I still can hardly contain myself.
I get her out of her nice, white shirt; I help myself out of my blouse. And Haruka’s staring at my bra with desire. I open it like I’d open a present. In excitement.
Her fingertips on my nipples harden them so much, making me groan in pleasure. I get a good grip at her blonde hair, stroking through it, then I plant kisses on her breasts and belly. While she’s panting, I open her fly and get her out of her best trousers and underwear. I kiss her inner thighs until she sighs audibly and groans my name. She pulls me onto her, looking at me with lust-filled eyes.
Haruka’s so tall and she’s all wrapped around me. I slowly rub myself against her, causing goose bumps on my skin. Stroking all this sensual parts makes me crazy, drives her insane and there’s only one who kisses me so very, very right.
We end up trenched in sweat, slung up in the warm blanket, cuddled up.
The beat pulses decennial
and culminates;
God steels spirits
that fails overpassing.
In placidity or squall,
by brightness or dark,
It’s equable moil,
is inviolable,
pure of amassing.
Could You be any more comely,
lonely,
humbly just,
hey honey?
The beat pulses decennial
and culminates;
God steels spirits
that fails overpassing.
This hive You’ve arrived at
vibrates and permeates You.
The beat pulses decennial
and culminates;
God steels spirits
that fails overpassing.
How dost one forget,
when the beginning onsets
to unfold itself
as first one enters?
Droning
so worn,
so spent,
The submitted head curtsies,
the cloying eyes close,
The allegiant heart
outturns to repose.
The recording sessions for "Moda Borderline", the first album of The Somnambulist, started ten years ago today. With Till Kreische as sound engineer and Antje Øklesund as recording space, in seven days Marco Bianciardi laid down all the drums, bass, guitars and vocals tracks of the songs; while the overdub work by Rafael Bord (violin and oud) and Marcello Busato (drums and percussions) represented a starting point for both the live band and the sophomore album "Sophia Verloren". The album is currently available for streaming still only on Bandcamp: https://thesomnambulist.bandcamp.com/album/moda-borderline A re-release with a new artwork on all digital platforms is planned for the next year, one decade after the band's debut on Acid Cobra Records thanks to the intuition of Amaury Cambuzat (Ulan Bator, Faust, I Feel Like A Bombed Cathedral). How well do you think are these songs aging? Let us know in the comments. #tenyears #tenyearsago #10years #10yearsold #decennial #celebration #debut #album #moda #borderline #berlin #antjeoeklesund #thesomnambulist #debutalbum #diy #artrock #altrock #alternative #bianciardi #rafaelbord #marcellobusato #acidcobra #ulanbator #faust #ifeellikeabombedcathedral (at Antje Öklesund) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ibsL5nqI_/?igshid=degdh6oea83e
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