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liquidtears) wrote2010-02-12 11:07 am
liquidtears) wrote2010-02-12 11:07 am
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Intruder (Weekly Fic #8)
Title: Intruder (WeeklyFic #8)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: You'll see
Sarah was alone, the kids were at their aunt and her husband was out of the country for work, so she had the house all to herself. She was sitting on a chair in the garden, nursing a glass of red wine. She knew she should have a little party for herself, maybe break out into a Smallville DVD Rewatch, but she would rather enjoy the silence like this. The glass of red wine was almost empty, and she wasn't in the mood for another refill. Sarah wasn't that keen on drinking herself into oblivion, nope, she'd rather enjoy one glass once in a while.
After Sarah had drank the last droplet of red wine that was in her glass, she returned to the kitchen to return the wine bottle to the refridgerator. Then she got ready for her bath. She let the water flow in her bathtub as she went to her bedroom. Once there, Sarah undressed until not a piece of clothing clung to her like a second skin, and picked up a framed picture. It had herself, her kids and her husband on it. She pressed soft kisses on her kids and her husband. She missed them a lot.
While she was in her bedroom, she didn't catch the sound of an intruder coming into the house by way of the back door. The man scouted the place for himself and once he reached the bathroom and saw the bath in making, he shred off his clothes and got in it.
She loved her kids and her husband, but she also had a fantasy man. And that was Tom Welling. But she would be kidding herself if she thought she would ever be intimate with him. She would cheat on her husband with her fantasy man. That is what fantasies were for, not to be made a reality. A forbidden thought of pleasure.
Sarah sighed as she walked toward the bathroom, not noticing the pile of strange clothes on the floor until she closed the door. The man who was in it got a good view of her ass, then stopped the running flow of water. She turned around and screamed!!! "Who the hell do you think...Oh my god..." she exclaimed, as she brought up a hand to her mouth. No, this can't be true!
"Your fantasies are making you delusional..." she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes. "Sarah, is it?" the voice asked her. There's no voice... it's all in your head, count to 10 and TOM WELLING won't be in the bathtub any more... Sarah, you can do it... she thought. So Sarah counted back to ten and opened her eyes.
"I'm just as real as you are, Sarah." Tom said as she took in his magnificent body in her bathtub. He flicked some water toward her which landed on her naked body. A shiver of pleasure washed over her. Her nipples tighted. "Won't you come in?" Tom asked, his eyes liquid, giving her a puppy dog look. Who knows what will happen if I do it? It's like the cheese for the mouse Jerry, dangling right in front of me...
Hesitantly, Sarah moved forward and slipped into the tub. Her legs rested on his, and she couldn't resist but search through the water with her hand, and found her destination. He grinned at her as her hand found his erection. "And then they call me impatient on the set when I want a scene done." A groan followed from his lips as he felt her hand move back and forth.
Sarah grinned, and the words spilled out of her mouth before she knew what she had said. "I want you, Tom."
His legs slid from hers after he had gently unwrapped her hand from his hard cock and rose up from the water, waterdroplets coating his masculine chest, a perfect sculpture. Her mouth slipped over his cock and she began to suck him off, one hand over his cock and the other one squeezing his balls. Tom Welling's groans filled the bathroom as his hand held up her hair to stop any interference from her exquisite sucking skills.
Sarah pulled back, Tom's hand not restraining her as she moved back to her side of the bathtub. "Tom, please..." she begged him, her turn to have her eyes pure liquid. Tom didn't hesitate for a second. His hands wrapped around her body as his tongue licked a succulent nipple. "As you wish, Sarah Edmonds." And that was when he gently slid inside her.
His thrusts were softened by the splashes of water, but he, Tom Welling, her fantasy man made flesh, was thrusting inside her now. A stray tear found her way out of one eye which was kissed, sucked and licked away by Tom himself. They both knew it would be considered cheating, but right now, they didn't care. He was fulfilling her wish.
She clung to him even more tighter than before, her lips brushing his ear. "I'm coming..." she whispers inside it, not able to keep her tongue out of licking his earlobe, needing to feel that as well. "Me too." He whispered back and kissed her deeply, their tongues battling for dominance as the last of Tom's thrusts and Sarah's bucking of her body against him take them on the journey of reaching their release.
"I love you..." she whispered after he had slid out and had stepped out of the bathtub to get dressed again after he had finished drying himself off. He turned to her and kissed her forehead, apologetic eyes on her that he couldn't return the declaration of love. He could and would fulfill every fan's fantasy, but he couldn't and wouldn't love them, not while he was married. "Be safe, Sarah." Tom said and then left. He turned around and stood in the doorway. "Enjoy your bath."
The End
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: You'll see
Sarah was alone, the kids were at their aunt and her husband was out of the country for work, so she had the house all to herself. She was sitting on a chair in the garden, nursing a glass of red wine. She knew she should have a little party for herself, maybe break out into a Smallville DVD Rewatch, but she would rather enjoy the silence like this. The glass of red wine was almost empty, and she wasn't in the mood for another refill. Sarah wasn't that keen on drinking herself into oblivion, nope, she'd rather enjoy one glass once in a while.
After Sarah had drank the last droplet of red wine that was in her glass, she returned to the kitchen to return the wine bottle to the refridgerator. Then she got ready for her bath. She let the water flow in her bathtub as she went to her bedroom. Once there, Sarah undressed until not a piece of clothing clung to her like a second skin, and picked up a framed picture. It had herself, her kids and her husband on it. She pressed soft kisses on her kids and her husband. She missed them a lot.
While she was in her bedroom, she didn't catch the sound of an intruder coming into the house by way of the back door. The man scouted the place for himself and once he reached the bathroom and saw the bath in making, he shred off his clothes and got in it.
She loved her kids and her husband, but she also had a fantasy man. And that was Tom Welling. But she would be kidding herself if she thought she would ever be intimate with him. She would cheat on her husband with her fantasy man. That is what fantasies were for, not to be made a reality. A forbidden thought of pleasure.
Sarah sighed as she walked toward the bathroom, not noticing the pile of strange clothes on the floor until she closed the door. The man who was in it got a good view of her ass, then stopped the running flow of water. She turned around and screamed!!! "Who the hell do you think...Oh my god..." she exclaimed, as she brought up a hand to her mouth. No, this can't be true!
"Your fantasies are making you delusional..." she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes. "Sarah, is it?" the voice asked her. There's no voice... it's all in your head, count to 10 and TOM WELLING won't be in the bathtub any more... Sarah, you can do it... she thought. So Sarah counted back to ten and opened her eyes.
"I'm just as real as you are, Sarah." Tom said as she took in his magnificent body in her bathtub. He flicked some water toward her which landed on her naked body. A shiver of pleasure washed over her. Her nipples tighted. "Won't you come in?" Tom asked, his eyes liquid, giving her a puppy dog look. Who knows what will happen if I do it? It's like the cheese for the mouse Jerry, dangling right in front of me...
Hesitantly, Sarah moved forward and slipped into the tub. Her legs rested on his, and she couldn't resist but search through the water with her hand, and found her destination. He grinned at her as her hand found his erection. "And then they call me impatient on the set when I want a scene done." A groan followed from his lips as he felt her hand move back and forth.
Sarah grinned, and the words spilled out of her mouth before she knew what she had said. "I want you, Tom."
His legs slid from hers after he had gently unwrapped her hand from his hard cock and rose up from the water, waterdroplets coating his masculine chest, a perfect sculpture. Her mouth slipped over his cock and she began to suck him off, one hand over his cock and the other one squeezing his balls. Tom Welling's groans filled the bathroom as his hand held up her hair to stop any interference from her exquisite sucking skills.
Sarah pulled back, Tom's hand not restraining her as she moved back to her side of the bathtub. "Tom, please..." she begged him, her turn to have her eyes pure liquid. Tom didn't hesitate for a second. His hands wrapped around her body as his tongue licked a succulent nipple. "As you wish, Sarah Edmonds." And that was when he gently slid inside her.
His thrusts were softened by the splashes of water, but he, Tom Welling, her fantasy man made flesh, was thrusting inside her now. A stray tear found her way out of one eye which was kissed, sucked and licked away by Tom himself. They both knew it would be considered cheating, but right now, they didn't care. He was fulfilling her wish.
She clung to him even more tighter than before, her lips brushing his ear. "I'm coming..." she whispers inside it, not able to keep her tongue out of licking his earlobe, needing to feel that as well. "Me too." He whispered back and kissed her deeply, their tongues battling for dominance as the last of Tom's thrusts and Sarah's bucking of her body against him take them on the journey of reaching their release.
"I love you..." she whispered after he had slid out and had stepped out of the bathtub to get dressed again after he had finished drying himself off. He turned to her and kissed her forehead, apologetic eyes on her that he couldn't return the declaration of love. He could and would fulfill every fan's fantasy, but he couldn't and wouldn't love them, not while he was married. "Be safe, Sarah." Tom said and then left. He turned around and stood in the doorway. "Enjoy your bath."
The End