#raulsonsin

[raulsonsin]

Puppy Play - ch1

The platinum tag hanging from her collar made a faint jingling sound as Misty began to tremble.  

She had been instructed by Cordelia – her Mistress for the night – to lock herself in Delia’s office. Upon entering and locking the door, she was to strip down naked, fold all of her clothes, and place them in a neat pile on top of the elegant sofa against the wall. Her panties were to be placed on top of the pile, inside out, for inspection. Once finished, Misty was to walk over to Delia’s desk and retrieve her thick dog collar, which was to replace her modest and simple day collar. She had then been instructed to move on to the other two items on the desk – her insertable puppy dog tail and a slim bottle of lube. Misty knew that her Mistress adored to slip the black bulb at the base of the tail into her puppy’s tight ass for her, but tonight, Misty was to complete this preparative task herself. For Mistress was going to be entering the scene in a short while, expecting her puppy Misty to be ready for her.  

And so Misty stood above the desk, slightly trembling hands, dispensing some of the lubricant onto her hand and warming it up between her fingers. Mistress often delighted in feeling her Misty gasp and clench at the feeling of the cool liquid straight from the bottle, but right now Misty had control of her comfort. She was able to make her own decisions. But, as she knew, this autonomy was to be short lived tonight. She swallowed in anticipation as she brought her slicked hand down and around behind her back, bending forward slightly so that her plump asscheeks spread apart. She touched the pad of her fingers to her tight hole, feeling her eyes suddenly shut and her mouth fall open with a gasp. But she promptly snapped it shut and bit her bottom lip, knowing that her pleasure was not her own to give. Eyes still closed and eyebrows screwed in determination, she briefly and gently inserted two of her fingers to get the lube inside her, before retracting them and spreading the remains along the outside. Misty finally opened her eyes and released her lip from between her teeth, her hand retracting from her sensitive hole to reach out for the tail. She took it and dispensed a fair amount of lube onto the bulb, massaging it around with her fingers before bringing her hand behind her again. She inserted the bulb as quickly and as curtly as she could, doing her best to hinder her own pleasure again. Just as she pulled her hand away from her ass, she heard Cordelia transmute into the locked room behind her. Misty flinched violently, but knew better than to turn around. From this point forward, she must follow her Mistress’s every command, obeying every word. And Cordelia had not yet instructed her to move.  

Cordelia stood behind Misty, watching her a moment. She had smirked as she caught Misty flinch upon her entrance, and now continued smiling to herself as she watched the girl try her hardest not to move. But the curly blonde hair draping down her toned back shook in sudden waves now and then, putting Misty’s anticipatory trembling on full display. Delia’s favorite bit of the vision before her, though, was the black, curved tail jutting out erect from Misty’s ass. That sight would never fail to please her.  

After her quick survey, Cordelia turned and walked slowly and confidently to the sofa, her black heels clicking against the dark hardwood and the skirt of her black, skintight dress straining around the curves of her thighs and ass. A slender, black crop was balanced delicately between her hands.  

Misty remained turned away from her Mistress, trying not to shake as she heard her Mistress’s steps come to a languid stop.  

Her young cunt throbbed as her Mistress finally spoke.  

“I see you’ve been a good girl, Misty.. following my orders.”  

Misty swallowed dryly and shook her head in humble agreement, reminding herself that she had not been permitted to speak. Delia picked up on the quiet obedience. She was pleased. “You can turn around now, baby.”  

Misty turned, and felt her knees quake and her heart stop at the sight of her Delia, her Mistress.  

Delia shot her baby a wicked smile, placing her dominant and almost predatory state of mind on full display. Her honey brown eyes were warm, as they always were. No matter how dominant Delia got, Misty felt safe. Protected. Even as her mental and physical limits for pain and humiliation were strained. Delia loved her baby endlessly and wanted her to feel secure.

Misty knew this, but for now her mind was much more focused and excited by the fact that Cordelia was going to dominate her, that she was going to hurt her and please her and treat her like the dog that she was. It had been quite a delight to Delia when it was discovered between them that her sweet, innocent, naïve Misty exhibited masochism in bed. All it took was a thoughtless, impassioned scratch to her baby’s back or a playful slap to her ass and Misty was putty in her hands.  

Delia reflected back on the first time she properly spanked Misty as she walked toward the girl, caressing and stroking the rigid crop between her hands, picturing how deliciously it would thwack against the lily-white skin of Misty’s ass. Upon reaching the girl, she bit her lip and let her eyes run over Misty’s naked body, noticing all the ways that Misty was desperately reacting to her approach. Delia wrapped her arm around her waist, soon lowering her hand to grope Misty’s ass as she raised the crop to let the tethered end caress the girl’s cheek and down her neck.  

Misty’s body screamed, her lips falling open and her panting tongue peeping through ever so slightly, clearly exhibiting her desire to kiss Delia, to submit to her mouth and feel Delia’s tongue fill her as their lips would massage each other. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning her head forward slightly, eyes beginning to flutter shut as Delia seemed to lean forward too.  

But instead of a languid kiss, Misty was met with a chuckle centimeters from her lips, opening her eyes to see that Delia had leaned away from her again. She was teasing her. Misty whined.  

“Such an eager little girl…are you eager for your Mistress, puppy?” Misty whimpered. “Hmm, I know baby...we’ll put that pretty mouth to good use. But first – on your knees.”  

Misty obeyed. She got on her knees immediately, fumbling somewhat in her eagerness and brushing against Delia’s lower half. Misty wanted to pres herself up against Delia further, properly clinging onto her. But she knew this wasn’t allowed yet.  

Delia wanted that too, but she also enjoyed enforcing the rules. “Oh, oh, down – DOWN, girl. You know you’re not to touch unless you’re given permission. You’re to be a good puppy, an obedient puppy. Luckily, I’ve prepared some activities to practice that…obedience.  

With that, Delia left Misty on her knees and walked over to the private cupboard against a discrete corner of her office. She opened it and got out her black leash for Misty. Delia fingered the false leather of the long strap, quietly smirking to herself before shutting the cupboard and turning to her baby again. Cordelia held the leash firmly in one hand and used the other to bring the tip of her crop down to her shoe, tapping it lightly – starring down Misty as she opened her lips to speak.  

"Come."

Misty, still on the ground, crawled on her hands and knees over to her Mistress. She kept her head respectfully low, but couldn’t help but look up at her beautiful Delia once she got to her polished feet. Cordelia was always beautiful, but when she was being dominant... she was mind-numbingly gorgeous. Misty couldn't possibly resist her – not that she would ever want to.  

Delia looked down at Misty, admiring her puppy's curly blonde locks and shining, eager blue eyes. Delia bent to her knees, attaching the leash to Misty's collar and pulling on it lightly to test the connection. Misty's neck was pulled forward and she gasped, her slightly panting tongue just barely on display. Delia smiled, bringing her palm to Misty's flushed cheek, stroking it lightly with her thumb. Misty nuzzled Delia's hand, whining as Delia pulled her hand away and stood to tower above her again.  

"I'll pet you some more puppy, don't worry. But first..." Delia waved her hand and two metal bowls appeared in opposite corners of the room. Misty looked from one to the other before feeling Delia pull at the leash, instructing her to come forward towards the first bowl.  

[raulsonsin]

I’m Not Some Sort of Pervert

Ok, complicated, kinky prompt: Nora and Billie have been together for a while now and Billie suggests they spice up their sex lives with a little spanking. But because of the time she was raised in, Nora is horrified ('do you take me as some sort of pervert?') and won't admit that just talking about letting Billie spank her makes her wet. Eventually Billie catches on to how bad her gf wants it, and they end up doing it. Nora would prob be a dripping mess by the end imo.

[ My Other Fics/Chapters ]

“Baby?”

Nora looked up from her book. Billie had suggested that Nora start reading to pass the time. She had offered her sections of the day’s newspaper on numerous occasions, but Nora wouldn’t have anything to do with it. Too filled with modern day nonsense that was all wrong. Books seemed reasonable enough, though. But when Nora’s eyes rose from the book in her lap and met her girlfriend’s gaze, she was greeted with a look that made her forget all about the pages in front of her. Billie was sitting in the armchair across from her, legs crossed, heeled foot bobbing up and down slightly, the fabric of her business skirt straining against her crossed thighs, smoke swirling upwards out of her plump, smirking lips, as her dark, shining eyes stared directly at her. Nora gulped. She felt nervous. 

“Y-yes, dear?”

Billie took another slow drag from her cigarette, never breaking eye contact, letting the smoke trail out past her lips again before continuing. 

“I’ve been thinking...”

“That’s a bad sign.” Nora chuckled nervously, looking back down towards her lap and pretending to find her place in her book to appear calm. 

Billie smirked, putting out her cigarette beside her before rising out of her chair. She took her time rounding the coffee table separating them and didn’t miss how Nora’s eyes drifted up from her book ever so slightly to watch her legs as she approached, though her head remained bowed. Billie sat right beside her girlfriend, re-crossing her legs, letting one leg hang over the top Nora’s as she draped an arm across the sofa behind her head. Nora still didn’t look up, so Billie raised her hand to grip Nora by the chin, turning her face up away from the book so that she was looking right at her.

“Are you sure that’s how you want to be talking to me right now?” 

Nora’s face was completely pink under Billie’s stern, questioning gaze. Billie was doing that... thing, again. That thing where she suddenly started acting in charge, acting in control, acting cool and collected as she said all sorts of horrifyingly teasing things that instantly got Nora squirming. She quickly shook her head no.

“That’s what I thought.” Billie said, reaching to brush a stray curl behind Nora’s ear before leaning in close to whisper right against it. Nora felt Billie’s breath tickling her ear and her neck and she was beginning to feel much too hot. But that was nothing compared to how she felt once Billie purred, “I wanted to talk with you about how naughty you’ve been lately.”

Those words shot straight to Nora’s cunt. She bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together involuntarily, cursing at herself inside. Billie must *not* know what this was doing to her. It was indecent.

Knitting her brows together in mock confusion, she leaned her head away from Billie to stare at her with a gaping mouth. “E-excuse me?”

Billie wasn’t fazed. She knew that Nora’s dramatic and exaggerated horror always meant that she was trying to hide something. So instead, Billie smirked, bringing her hand down to Nora’s uncovered knee and leaning in close against her ear again.  

“I said… I wanted to talk about how naughty you’ve been lately...” Billie’s thumb was rubbing back and forth over the bare skin of Nora’s thigh.

“Whenever I’m walking around the house, trying to turn on a light, or dry my hair, or cook us dinner…don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been unplugging all the appliances because you just can’t seem to play nice with them...” Her hand slid up Nora’s bare thigh, making its way underneath the fabric of her dress as she leaned closer.

“…Or how you’ve been hiding my keys whenever I have to go out of the house, so that I can’t leave...that’s not very nice…” Billie placed a hot, wet kiss just below Nora’s ear. 

“…Or how you play with yourself, after I leave? You do, don’t you?” Billie kissed her again, lower, against her neck, letting her palm and fingertips glide up the inside of Nora’s thigh, slightly nudging her legs apart.

“...Or how about the state of your panties right now, hmm? Let’s check…” Billie raced her hand up further before Nora could object and cupped her pussy over her plain white cotton panties. Nora gasped and her eyes went wide as Billie let out a mock sound of disapproval, beginning to massage the hugely obvious wet spot she found against her manicured fingertips. 

“Ohh, *Nora*...” Billie breathed out against her neck, her fingers continuing to tease Nora’s pussy through the soaked fabric, “What a *naughty* girl you are... getting so wet for me, and only after being told what a bad girl you’ve been... I think you deserve to be punished, don’t  you? You deserve to be spanked.”

Nora’s mind went blank. This wasn’t the first time Billie had brought up spanking. But it had always been in a passing, casual way before. Nothing like this. Because now, she was so wet.. and Billie was so close.. she was just moments away from getting her firm hand against her ass.. and the worst part? Nora wanted it. She wanted Billie to spank her.  

Nora’s eyes were fluttering open and closed, Billie still massaging her swollen lips through her panties. It was all too easy for Billie to get her like this, this desperate and falling apart. And Billie knew it, too.

“Billie, I… I’m not some sort of pervert…”

The chuckle as Billie pulled away was purely wicked, causing Nora’s inner walls to clench. “Is that so, baby? Stand up.”

She was serious, her dark eyes glaring into Nora’s frightened and aroused ones. Nora did as she was told.

“Good girl. Now - lay yourself down, over my lap.”

Billie was looking up at her with a soft, encouraging smile. But she commanded Nora with her eyes as she motioned her downwards with her hand. She didn’t have to say anything more, and Nora didn’t argue. They both knew she was going to obey.

Nora slowly lowered herself down onto Billie’s lap, quickly rewards with Billie rubbing slow circles against her lower back. “That’s my good girl…maybe you’re not so naughty after all, hmm?” Billie paused. “Remember Nora, you can tell me if you want me to stop. Use our special word. I don’t want anything to happen that you don’t want to happen.”

“I…I want it…” It was so softly spoken that Billie thought for a moment that she might have misheard.

“You want what, darling?”

“I want you…to punish me. I, I want…”

“Say it, baby.”

“…I want to be spanked.”

Billie’s cunt throbbed and her eyes went black. Her naughty girl had finally admitted to what she wanted. Billie lifted her hand from Nora’s back, pulling open her blazer and pulling out a dark wooden paddle.

[raulsonsin]

Can we just talk about the fact that the Asylum is the same building as the courthouse in Legally Blonde, with an extra floor added on??

[theraulsonfeels]

LOVING HER WAS PAIN || CH2

Lily was once again in the kitchen, but this time she was alone – adding the eggs for her family’s breakfast in the pan. Cooking was always something that brought her peace. There was no angry yelling or tears or sadness involved. It was just her, the stove, and silence. Consequently, she’d become quite good at her craft, constantly researching new techniques and buying new cookbooks, desperate for something to put her energy into – something that wasn’t going to hurt her back, like people did.

 But like all things currently in Lily’s life, it couldn’t be perfect. A fact made clear when some oil angrily leapt out of the pan, splattering itself to her front and her arms.

 Lily immediately screamed, causing her husband to run in from the other room.

 “Lily, what the hell is going on?!”

 “Hamilton, oh god – help me! Get me the ointment, please! It’s above the-”

 She was still in so much shock and pain that she couldn’t put herself on the defensive like she was used to doing lately.

 “Jesus Lily, seriously?” her husband said, unmoving as he watched her in agony. “You burned yourself? You just can’t do anything right, can you?!”

 He grabbed a dishtowel and threw it at her before storming out of the room, but it fell right out of her still shaking hands.

 ~~~~~

 Breakfast was nearly over, but Simon had barely touched his food when the doorbell rang. Lily had answered it to find a very cute and well put together Sarah Paulson, complete with a crisp blue shirt and flowing skirt. She pretended not to see the eyes of her husband following the brunette as she was led in to the dining room. Instead, she sat the girl next to Simon and returned to her meal, only to see Sarah pick up one of Simon’s toys to entertain him, eventually placating him enough so that he began to eat as well.  “Oh, finally. A woman that’s both hot and actually able to do some good around here.”  Sarah looked up at Lily’s husband, utter shock and disgust on her face. “The name’s Sarah.”  “Well, regardless, you’re just what this house needs.” And finalizing his statement with a wink, he got up from the table, leaving his dirty dishes behind.  Sarah didn’t falter. “You just gonna just leave those, or what?”  “Oh don’t worry, Lily can get ‘em. It was nice to meet you, S-…uh…”  “It’s Sarah.” 

“Right, well, hopefully I’ll come home to a peaceful house for once, thanks to you…” and with that, he was off. 

~~~~~  Calm was present again in the house. Lily had stopped walking towards the room containing Sarah and her son, just standing still to listen. For once, there was no screaming or crying or loud noise of any kind. And it was all because of the younger woman.   She was honestly taken aback with the natural talent Sarah had with children.  “Maybe it’s her peaceful voice that calms them down, instead of my creepy deep and manly one…” she thought, as she began to walk back towards the room again.   However, as she rushed forward, she stumbled over the brunette’s purse, everything inside falling out of it. “Oh, for God’s sake!” she cursed. “When will I stop being so disoriented?” She bent over to pick Sarah’s things off of the floor.  “…And I always end up blaming Hamilton for calling me stupid…”   But she was pulled out of her thoughts at the noise of a familiar sound – a text tone. It must have been Sarah’s phone. She searched around the spilled items quickly, planning to tell Sarah that someone was trying to contact her. But a text message popped out on the screen right in front of her just as she found it. 

Pedro<3 - “Baby, you left me so stupidly turned on this morning. I loved it last night, SO much… but I was hoping you could come by when you’re done at Lily’s? Love you, call me.”

Lily felt heat radiating from her face down to her thighs, suddenly flushed. Looking down past the screen, she saw a very particular item next to where the phone had been. Her consciousness seemed to fade as she picked up the lace pink panties with her index finger, holding them out in front of her.   They were not new. In fact, they looked like they had been used recently… for as she peered down, past the pink band, she was met with a wet and sticky patch, right in the middle of the crotch.   Her mind was then thrown back to after her husband had left. The amount of embarrassment and jealousy as she watched her husband flirt with Sarah was almost unbearable, so as they had cleared up the table, she approached the younger woman with a question.   “Sarah, I… I’m sorry to have to ask you this but, uh…”   Sarah finished washing off the dish, ringing her hands with the dishtowel from earlier as she turned off the sink. “Ask me what?”   The girl’s face was so honest, so caring and kind. Lily tried desperately to continue straight-faced.   “Could you… uh, that is… would you mind not dressing so attractively when you come over? I mean, I adore this skirt you have on, I just…”

But the blonde was interrupted, with only six questioning words and a smirk. “…You think I’m attractive, Miss Rabe?”  Lily quickly stood and peered into the larger room. Sarah was sitting on the couch, little three-year-old Simon on her lap, watching TV. She felt something inside her, questioning and judging every new thought she was having about the other woman. And she felt scared. SO scared. Like when she was little and was afraid to go to sleep in the dark – the fear of feeling you can trust nothing because you can’t fully see, not until everything becomes bright again.

 And so Lily felt she could trust nothing, in her mind or in her heart. “…You think I’m attractive, Miss Rabe?” The playful voice of the brunette echoed in her brain again and again and again. For that’s what Lily trusted the least. Her attraction. Sure, she had felt attraction before. It was one of the main reasons why she’d married Hamilton. But this… this was completely different. For Sarah was a woman, and that changed it all. Lily was utterly terrified at the idea of finding her attractive; and this woman in particular – her best friend’s girlfriend.  But although the insecurity and fear seemed too great to overcome, she walked right into the room to confront it.

 “Yes. I do” – She said, staring down at the brunette.  “Sorry?” – The younger woman asked, looking away from the screen and back up at her – big brown eyes attentive.  “I do find you attractive. You’re... you’re pretty, and smart, and extremely talented. I must confess I felt some sort of jealousy before and I’m terribly sorry for my childish attitude early in the kitchen.” 

“I’m- I mean… Thank you…” – Sarah smiled up at her gratefully, biting her bottom lip before adding, “…And just for the record, I find you absolutely gorgeous, Miss Rabe. You are truly beautiful, and I must say – Hamilton is a really lucky guy to have you.” 

Lily felt paralyzed by the brunette once again. But she was a strong woman now, no longer that scared little girl in the dark. “You can call me Lily.”

______________________________________________________________Sorry for the delay, we ( raulsonsin and I) were very sick and we’re awfully sorry for taking so long to post this chapter. We really hope you enjoy it! 

[theraulsonfeels]

LOVING HER WAS PAIN || CH1

“Lily, hand me that oven mitt, will you? I think the chicken’s almost done.” Marge opened the oven, waving her hand in front of her face as the hot air billowed out at her. “Ooh yeah, one more minute in there and we’ll have some burnt bird on our hands so Lil, give me the – Lily… LILY!” Lily dropped her ladle with a clatter and shot her head up. “W-what?… what did you say?” “The oven mitt Lily… come on, you want me to burn myself?” “Oh, here, sorry…” Lily said, grabbing the padded cloth and holding it out towards her friend.   “Lily… what’s up with you lately? Is it stuff with Hamilton?” Lily looked away, not answering. Instead, picking up the ladle and stirring the sauce in front of her. “Lily, I told you. You can trust me. Y’know, I know… I know everyone loves your husband to death, but… but you can tell me if something’s wrong. I’ll be on your side.” Lily smiled softly, looking up from the sauce. “…thank you, Marge. That means a lot. I guess, well… I guess things with Hamilton haven’t exactly been…” But she was interrupted as Marge’s phone rang beside them, the other woman glancing down at the screen. “Oh shoot, one second… Pedro texted me earlier saying he had something important to ask me – I’ll make it quick, I promise,” she said, reaching for the device and swiping the screen. “Hey, Pedro! You friggin workaholic – are you finally taking a break from rehearsing to ask me your all important question?” “Tell him if he over practices, he won’t end up being any good!” Lily added, earning a laugh from Marge as she turned back to the sauce on the stove, her mind drifting off again as her friend talked. She stayed that way for a while, only snapping out of it as she heard her friend end the conversation “…alright, YES, ok, yes – I’m just teasing. Of course you can bring her. I’ll see you later, ok?” Marge set the phone down with a laugh. “Who does he want to bring?” “Oh, you know. Only his twenty-four year old girlfriend, that’s all.” Now Lily was laughing. “Marge, twenty-four? Good lord… that is just so like him, isn’t it.” “What do you mean?” Marge answered back, still laughing. “Well I mean, Pedro’s being such a kid! Finding a girl six years younger than he is… and just when you think he’s finally growing up…” Lily poured the sauce into its serving container, stepping back to observe their efforts. A few more things, and everything would be ready for Marge’s birthday party in a few hours. “…what’s her name, anyway? This twenty-four year old mystery girlfriend?” “Umm… he said her name was Sarah, I think. …yeah, definitely Sarah. Sarah Paulson.” ~~~~~ Lily knew three year olds could be bad, but lord… her son would just not shut up. He had woken up from his nap fine, but the moment the party started, he had quite simply lost it – and Lily had no idea why. She had given him a snack, taken him on a walk, brought him upstairs for a little… nothing. He was still having a fit. In fact, he was getting so upset that Lily was currently finding herself chasing him as he ran towards the front door, paling as she saw that it had been left open by the last guest. “Simon, no – stop! Baby, STOP!” But he wasn’t stopping. He was already through the door, down the steps, running full speed towards the road, until – “Oh! Why, hello cutie! You’re not going anywhere, are you?” Lily stopped dead, almost running straight into… Pedro? But it wasn’t him who had caught the boy. It was a woman. “Oh my god, I am so – SO sorry! He just… he just bolted! He’s never really done that before…” The woman smiled, picking Simon up off the ground and walking over, using her free hand to bring a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. “Oh hey, don’t worry about it! Kids are like that sometimes, it’s fine!” She handed the boy over, Pedro walking back and putting an arm around the woman. “Well, I guess you two have already met, but Sarah, this is my friend Lily. Lily, this is my girlfriend Sarah.” Lily hoisted Simon up on her hip, extending her arm out to shake the woman’s hand. She had completely forgotten about the fact that Pedro was bringing her over for everyone to meet. “Oh, you’re Sarah! It’s, it’s so great to finally meet you! Any friend of Pedro’s is a friend of mine…” “…yeah! Pedro’s actually told me a lot about you – you guys went to school together, right?” Sarah asked, looking up at Lily as they walked back towards the house. ~~~~~ Lily leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, closing her eyes as she tried to relax. She had finally gotten Simon to calm down and sit still long enough to put a movie on for him in the other room, which had finally placated him. God… she loved that boy, but sometimes… sometimes, he completely and utterly wore her out. Even now, standing still for only a minute or so, she felt her head start to fall down against her chest, a fuzziness starting to flood her mind. Maybe if she could just stand here for a minute and… “…Uhh…hello? Anyone in there?” Lily’s eyes snapped open, only to see Pedro’s girlfriend smirking up at her, waving a hand in front of her face. “…Oh! I’m… I’m sorry… that boy’s got me dozing off any chance I can get lately…” Lily felt herself tense. This was the part where her husband would normally start being an ass about how much of a failure of a mother she’d become. But Sarah just giggled. “Hey, seriously, I get it. I mean, I’m not a mom, but I nanny a lot. Well, only part time so far, but you know – kids can be hard.” Lily perked up, edging herself off the wall. “You’re a nanny?” “Yep! I sure am.” “Oh, that’s great! Do you… well, I know we’ve only just met, but would you like to come help us out this summer? I mean, only if you have time, of course. You won’t be taking any classes?” “No, actually, I’m kind of looking for summer work. That would be great!” “Wonderful! I’ll uh… I’ll get your number from Pedro tomorrow? So we can work out the details?” “God no, I can give you my number now, if you want. …Well, I mean I always keep a pen in my pocket, but I don’t have any paper…” “Oh uh, here…” Lily said, extending her arm, “you can write it on my wrist if you’d like. Just keep it small so I can cover it with this bracelet…” Sarah smiled, pulling out the pen and grabbing the other woman’s wrist and pulling it towards her. “Wow, look at us… it’s almost like you’re my highschool crush and I’m giving you my parent’s landline or something…” Oh, ok. Lily found that kind of odd. But before she could respond, she saw her friend Bill out of the corner of her eye. Bill, who usually got drunk at parties like this, was walking towards them with wild, uneasy steps. Before she could warn Sarah, she watched him stumble and hit her square in the back, effectively shoving the dark haired girl right into her. It happened so quickly, in fact, that Lily immediately felt Sarah’s front press flush against her own as she stared right down at plump, pink lips. Lips that had been thrust up at her as Sarah flung her head back in surprise. Bill laughed out an apology as he stumbled into the bathroom, but Lily and Sarah didn’t notice. They were both breathing heavily, still pressed up tight against each other. “Oh dear Lord, I…I’m so sorry…” Lily couldn’t take her eyes off of those lips that were still, in fact, too close. Inches from here own. “It…it’s fine…” Sarah realized how close she was, pressed against the other woman, but made no real move to step away. There was barely any space between them. “Are… are you ok?” “Yes! Oh Bill… he’s, he’s a great man, but sometimes he just…” “…No, I…I totally get it… your friend Marge made the punch pretty strong, even for me!” They laughed, Lily feeling the girl’s chest thrust further against her with their movements. She looked down, somewhat flustered by the sensation. Sarah followed her gaze. “Oh, uh, here…” she stepped back. “Sorry… didn’t mean to cage you against the wall like that.” “It’s quite alright dear – it’s not your fault… I’ll, I’ll call you in the morning?” Sarah smiled up at her, feeling the warmth of the other woman’s body disappear. “Sounds great.”

< This is the first chapter of LHWP (Loving her was pain) and we ( raulsonsin and I) really hope you’ll like it >

[theraulsonfeels]

<Coming soon>

[raulsonsin]

Tonight Took a Turn for the Better

Raulson Prompt: A fic that is strictly from Sarah’s or Lily’s pov (I chose Sarah’s)

Raulson Prompt: Imagine their first time. Sarah expecting Lily to be gentle and inexperienced. But by the end Sarah is screaming and squirting because of how well Lily fucks her.

This was just going to be an ordinary night.

We had planned to stay in and watch a movie, maybe cuddle and get drunk, but regardless, it was gonna be mellow. We’ve been official for about two weeks now, and even though we haven’t actually “done it” yet, we usually sleep over at one or the other’s place to spend more time with each other. I mean, even though we technically work together, our filming schedules are so utterly demanding and time consuming that it’s almost like we’re not together at all.

And so, tonight, it’s Lily’s place.

Her wrap time for shooting was about an hour before mine, so she told me she’d pick up food and booze and a shitty movie and make up a little girls night for us, which to be honest? Sounded amazing – a great way to start off the weekend. Relaxed, and easy, and uncomplicated. Just me and my girl.

Except… I don’t know – it feels different tonight.

So we’re sitting on the couch, right – both having made it to the bottom of almost a full bottle of wine, when the movie’s sex scene starts. I turn to Lily, ready to make a joke about it like we always do, but she’s not laughing. She’s not even smiling. She’s just… starring, directly at the screen, her spoon resting on her plump bottom lip, halfway out of her mouth. I freeze as I watch her tongue dart out, beginning to trace over some of the chocolate sauce off the tip. I mean, it’s probably innocent – just a distracted, subconscious movement… but it’s when she makes the tiniest bit of a sound, almost like a moan, that I snap my head back towards the screen, feeling my whole body start to heat up.  

Then I feel her hand on my thigh, just above my knee. And of course I’m thinking, “Fuck…no, don’t do this, Sarah. Don’t get turned on…” because, even though Lily hasn’t actually said it, I know she’s not ready for sex. I mean, I know she’s attracted to me, (we are dating, after all,) and we’ve made out multiple times, but knowing Lily like I have for, what… years now, she always, always, always takes relationships slow. And I mean, I respect her… I think, maybe even love her, so I’m letting her make the call, waiting for her to decide whenever she feels ready.

Her hand travels up my thigh slightly and she grips harder, making my breath pick up as I try to keep it cool. I look over, and she’s still got that spoon in her mouth, swirling her tongue around, and around, and around… Fuck. I can’t handle this. I need to say something, anything to break through this haze in my mind.

“…uh…Lily?”

“…what?” She doesn’t turn away from the screen.

“You…you got a little chocolate, right…um…”

“Where?”

“Right…right above your lip, just…”

She darts out her tongue before I can finish, slowly sliding it up and over… but missing the sauce completely. It’s only then that she looks back over at me, scooting herself closer.

“…Did I get it, Sarah?”

Fuck. She’s really close now. I can almost feel the heat coming off her.

“…umm…no…not, not really…”

At that, she lets go of my thigh and grabs my hand, making eye contact with me as she extends my finger and brings it up to her lips, rubbing the chocolate off onto it before sticking it in her mouth. She sucks it in further, and I can’t see it happening, but I feel her swirl her tongue around it as she groans.

I shift and feel my underwear start to soak as she continues, before she pulls it out with a pop.

“Mmmm…Sarah…so good…you wanna try some?”

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I have no idea what’s happening. She drops my hand and moves to straddle my hips, smirking as she swings an endless, almost naked leg up and over, looking down at me as she settles onto my lap.

“Come on, Sarah…you’ve always got something to say…run out of words?”

But she doesn’t give me an opportunity to answer. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck and rocks herself forward, bringing her lips down closer and kissing me with a moan.

“…Sarah?”

…Why is she saying my name? I can feel her moist, plump lips on mine. There’s no way she can be speaking in my ear at the same time.

She says my name again, louder this time. I feel something shake my shoulder, but her arms are still wrapped tight around me.

“SARAH!”

And then, my eyes snap wide open.

…I look around, confused. I’m…I’m not on her couch. And there’s no movie playing.

I’m in bed, next to Lily. Her side table lamp is on, and my hand…where’s my hand? It…it feels like it’s somewhere, down under my…

Oh. My god.

I freeze, feeling the unmistakable wetness against my fingers. Since when did I touch myself in my sleep??

I stare down at my hand hidden under the covers, unable to look up at Lily. Is there any way I can play this off? Think Paulson, THINK!

“Oh…oh shit, you know what? These new sleeping pills…they’re, they’re really fucking weird. They make me do all kinds of…bizarre stuff…

“…Sarah…”

“And, and I should have known better than to watch that movie, I guess…I guess that sex scene really got to me, ya know what I mean?”

“Sarah…”

“A-and hey! heh, come on, ya, ya gotta admit that Emily Blunt is pretty hot, right?…”

“SARAH!”

I stop rambling and finally look up. Lily doesn’t look concerned or embarrassed. Her eyes are dark and her face is flushed… how long has she been watching me?

“Sarah…we…we didn’t watch a movie tonight, remember?”

And then, it all comes crashing back. That’s right… we didn’t watch a movie. We had both gotten home so late after shooting that we just crashed, right away. There hadn’t even been any alcohol involved.

“…why…why are you trying to lie?”

I finally remove my hand and sit up. “I…I’m not! I was just dreaming, about you and that movie and…”

“About me?”

“oh…uh…n-not, not like that! Lily, I…”

“…because it wouldn’t be so bad, ya know, if you were.”

I look back at her, confused.

“I… I got really turned on, watching you…” she says, moving closer and grabbing my hand. “…it made me really wet.”

And that’s when it happens. Just like in my dream, she extends my damp fingers and puts two in her mouth.

This isn’t real. This is one of those sick, twisted, dream within a dream scenarios.

But she’s leaning closer now, her eyes fluttering shut as she sucks, finally pulling my fingers out and positioning herself on top of me. I gulp as she settles herself down, feeling her body on mine.

“You taste…mmm…so fucking good…”

Oh my god. This is insane. I feel myself getting wetter as she lowers herself down on top of me, arousal burning below my stomach. “Lily, are…are you sure about this?”

“God, yes, Sarah…” she says, as she settles down on top of me, making me gasp. “…I don’t know why I waited so long…”

“…I…I…”

She leans down closer, inches away from my face. “Sarah, just…just kiss me.”

And so I do, moaning into her mouth at the feel of her entire body down against mine. It’s not long before she’s biting my bottom lip, and as I gasp, shoving her tongue in, swirling it around and making me moan.

I bring my arms up and trace up and down her sides, feeling her muscles tighten and move as she starts to rock back and forth on top of me. Her body feels amazing… and she’s so responsive to every touch.

As I trail my hands down and squeeze her tight ass, she groans and lifts herself up, straddling me and looking down at me as she brings her arms down to the bottom of her shirt. She almost smirks as she grasps onto the fabric and yanks it up, revealing her toned stomach and, as she yanks further, her small, perky breasts. The moment her shirt is gone, I reach forward and trail my hands up the smooth skin. God, she’s an absolute goddess.

Lily giggles and I look up, almost surprised as she smirks down at me. “…like what you see?”

I can’t find the words to answer, so I sit up and pull her torso towards my face, taking a nipple into my mouth with a suck.

“…Oh god, Sarah…”

She’s tangling her fingers in my hair, pulling me impossibly closer as I bring more of her into my mouth – I can almost fit the whole thing between my lips… god, I love it.

It feels like minutes before I finally release her breast and move to the other side. But before I can, she stops me and crashes our lips together, pulling at my shirt and speaking between kisses. “…this…has…to go…”

I feel her yank my shirt up and off, and then there’s a moment where I don’t know how she’ll react. She’s only been with men, after all. But the look of pure lust on her face pretty much reveals her thoughts, and I gasp as she brings her hands up, covering them both and squeezing.

“…Ah!…L-lily…”

She yanks her hands back, lips quivering slightly. “Oh! Sarah, I…I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

She starts to back away, but I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her. “No, oh no, baby… You didn’t hurt me! I was just surprised… you’re usually not like this…”

I see her face redden as she bites her lip. “…oh, well, I…I usually get pretty into it…and get carried away…”

This perks my interest and I grin, pulling her closer, “…oh?…and what do you mean by that?”

“I… I like it rough…”

“…Oh…fuck…”

“And… and I like to be the one in charge…” she says, untangling herself and pushing me down, the glint from earlier returning to her eyes, “…a lot.“

I gulp as my back hits the mattress. Again, wasn’t expecting something like that. I had assumed that I was gonna be leading this, what with me being the only one of us who’s slept with a woman and all. “…like… like how?”

“…Just, let me show you. Do you trust me?”

Oh god. Her eyes are so intense and she’s flushed and biting her lip, but she looks like she means business. And it’s hot. So hot. Still… I don’t really know what to expect. Lily is normally so sweet and gentle… what does she mean she likes it rough? And that she wants to be in charge? I have no idea, but just thinking about it is getting me soaked. “…Y-yes. I trust you.“

Satisfied, she crashes her lips against mine once more, snaking her hand down my body. She reaches the band of my underwear, and I feel my whole body react as she slips her fingers in and trails them down. Her mouth drops open.

“…oh…Sarah…you’re so wet…”

With a gleam in her eye, she moves down my body, pausing to kiss and suck at places that make me shiver and squirm, before pulling my underwear down with one hand and starting to rub circles against my clit with the other.

I arch my back and groan as I feel her tongue trailing up my thigh. Then, almost without warning, she replaces her hand with her mouth and shoves two fingers in.

“…FUCK…Lily…”

I feel her start lick and suck at my clit as she practically slams her fingers in and out. I rock my hips up and against her, trying to feel every inch of her long, almost endless fingers, but apparently, that’s not allowed. She sucks hard at my clit before pulling her face away, traveling up my body with her fingers still buried deep.

“Now now, Sarah…don’t think I can take care of you? Don’t think I can fuck your tight little pussy hard enough?”

Oh fuck… dirty talk. She meant dirty talk.

I try to respond, but all that comes out is a groan as she brings her lips down to my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin… all the while slamming her fingers in and out and curling them with each thrust.

I feel an almost heavy heat pooling somewhere below my stomach. It’s only happened to me once or maybe twice before, but I know exactly what it is.

“…L-lily…stop…stop, or I’m gonna…”

But I don’t want her to stop. I have no idea how, but she’s fucking me better than anyone else has. I wrap my arms and legs around her, pulling her closer as she thrusts into me.

She traces my ear with her tongue and I feel her gasp against it as she moves faster. “Sarah, I…I know what’s happening…let it go, baby…”

I shut my eyes and scream, feeling the heat shoot out of me as I practically fade into darkness.

~~~~~

When I open my eyes, I’m slightly disoriented… until I feel Lily’s arms and legs wrap around me. I turn to see the biggest, shit-eating grin on her face.

“…Lily…how, how the fuck did you…”

Lily giggles, kissing my cheek and pulling me close. “Oh, you know…I’ve done my research…”

“Oh, research, huh? I hope you deleted your browser history…”

And then we laugh, Lily pulling me closer still and kissing me once more.

Yep. It’s official. I, Sarah Paulson, am officially in love with Lily Rabe.

[raulsonsin]

Fanfic List

That’s right. I figured it out, finally.

http://raulsonsin.tumblr.com/fanficlist