A Slip of the Hand
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,216
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Slip of the Hand
** A word from your author: This is my first posted fiction, and I’m not expecting a response, so there’s no pressure there (though constructive criticism is always more than welcome!!) -- I’ll just be overjoyed to see that someone read one of my little scenes!
The characters in this story are based on real people, any similarities in the plot, settings, or characters are not a coincidence -- it’s verisimilitude!
The poem in the end is a sort of bastardization of the infamous poem about Guy Fawkes, made famous through the ever-so-breathtakingly-amazing “V for Vendetta.” Ciao **
My hands faltered in the typing and the good intentions of idealists were warped into some new kind of terror. “Neutrality” became “brutality” with one fatal slip of my fingers. Oblivious to my error I continued to pound away at the keys, watching all we’d worked for, falling into place. When it was finished, I hastily scanned the manifesto once more. Satisfied and overjoyed with the fruition of our planning I sent the document to the reproducer. By six tomor- today a copy of our demands would be nailed to every entrance of every government building in the Military District of D.C.
Yawning and stretching, I made my way across the study to slide my finger down the dimmer panel. Glancing back into the darkened room at the softly whirring machine I smiled. This was my dream – and the dream of my compatriots coming to life. Tomor- today would mark the beginning of the cessation of American hostilities in the Middle East. Padding my way through the house, I paused in the kitchen to mark “November 4” off the calendar. Today’s date was circled in triumphant red.
I continued my silent trek across the house to our bedroom. My lover – my most trusted confidant and tactical advisor -- was in bed waiting for me – the proud smile on his strong features, mirroring the one on my own more delicate ones.
“Is it finished?”
“Yes, Love.”
He beckoned me to join him on the bed and I removed my scuffed combat boots and slightly oversized fatigue pants. I shot a saucy look his direction and hooked my fingers in the waistband of my lacy black thong sliding it slowly down my long, toned legs. His favorable opinion of my actions was made evident by the steadily growing bulge under the grey flannel sheet that covered him from the waist down. My fingers faltered again as I struggled with the buttons of the camouflage shirt that completed my daily ensemble. I had managed two of the top buttons before my exhaustion and desire got the better of me. As a result enough of my rather unimpressive cleavage was revealed – baring to my lover the fact that I’d neglected to put on a bra that morning.
“Leave it.” He commanded in a voice usually reserved for those that served under him in the Special Forces Counter-Terrorist Unit. He had thrown the sheet aside and one of his strong, calloused hands began to toy with his straining cock. I nodded my assent as I walked to the bed and lay myself down bedside him, admiring the way his Marine’s build appeared in the moonlight that slipped through the window. With a gesture he indicated to me that I was to be silent. My head nodded in comprehension, but my attention was focused on his erection that seemed to grow still larger as he commanded me -- in that gruff tone that left no room for dissent -- to get on my hands and knees.
I complied and arched my back slightly to give him a better view of my shapely arse and shaven pussy – the effect his commands were glistening in the moonlight on display for him. It made me even hotter to know how much my wanton reactions to his military behavior pleased and aroused him.
In one swift movement he was behind me, thrusting his hard-as-steel erection into my more than willing self, speaking to me the whole while as though I were one of his men, about to enter into a hostile situation. It never began slowly – like in the erotic stories one reads on the Internet. This was raw fucking – deep, fast, and painfully hard. The combination of his military language and his cock filling me repeatedly was driving me mad. The combination of his military language and his cock filling me repeatedly was driving me mad. It was a mere matter of minutes before the waves of my first orgasm overtook me. I cried out his name and he continued to thrust into me with the same fever pace. The world outside our joined bodies ceased to exist as he expressed his utter love, devotion, and pride to me with his mouth, hands, and cock.
At some point during our lovemaking, our well-trained military ears picked up the sound of one of our compatriots entering the house to retrieve the freshly printed manifestos for their disbursement. He stopped his thrusting for a moment and withdrew himself from me. I groaned in protest as he tuned me in his arms to face him and he claimed my mouth.
“So it begins, Darlin.’” He drawled as he pushed me onto my back and buried himself in me once again…
Remember, remember the Fifth of November—
The Nuclear Treason and Plot.
I see no reason the Nuclear Treason
Should ever be forgot…
In Memory of My Love.
November 5, 2032
The characters in this story are based on real people, any similarities in the plot, settings, or characters are not a coincidence -- it’s verisimilitude!
The poem in the end is a sort of bastardization of the infamous poem about Guy Fawkes, made famous through the ever-so-breathtakingly-amazing “V for Vendetta.” Ciao **
My hands faltered in the typing and the good intentions of idealists were warped into some new kind of terror. “Neutrality” became “brutality” with one fatal slip of my fingers. Oblivious to my error I continued to pound away at the keys, watching all we’d worked for, falling into place. When it was finished, I hastily scanned the manifesto once more. Satisfied and overjoyed with the fruition of our planning I sent the document to the reproducer. By six tomor- today a copy of our demands would be nailed to every entrance of every government building in the Military District of D.C.
Yawning and stretching, I made my way across the study to slide my finger down the dimmer panel. Glancing back into the darkened room at the softly whirring machine I smiled. This was my dream – and the dream of my compatriots coming to life. Tomor- today would mark the beginning of the cessation of American hostilities in the Middle East. Padding my way through the house, I paused in the kitchen to mark “November 4” off the calendar. Today’s date was circled in triumphant red.
I continued my silent trek across the house to our bedroom. My lover – my most trusted confidant and tactical advisor -- was in bed waiting for me – the proud smile on his strong features, mirroring the one on my own more delicate ones.
“Is it finished?”
“Yes, Love.”
He beckoned me to join him on the bed and I removed my scuffed combat boots and slightly oversized fatigue pants. I shot a saucy look his direction and hooked my fingers in the waistband of my lacy black thong sliding it slowly down my long, toned legs. His favorable opinion of my actions was made evident by the steadily growing bulge under the grey flannel sheet that covered him from the waist down. My fingers faltered again as I struggled with the buttons of the camouflage shirt that completed my daily ensemble. I had managed two of the top buttons before my exhaustion and desire got the better of me. As a result enough of my rather unimpressive cleavage was revealed – baring to my lover the fact that I’d neglected to put on a bra that morning.
“Leave it.” He commanded in a voice usually reserved for those that served under him in the Special Forces Counter-Terrorist Unit. He had thrown the sheet aside and one of his strong, calloused hands began to toy with his straining cock. I nodded my assent as I walked to the bed and lay myself down bedside him, admiring the way his Marine’s build appeared in the moonlight that slipped through the window. With a gesture he indicated to me that I was to be silent. My head nodded in comprehension, but my attention was focused on his erection that seemed to grow still larger as he commanded me -- in that gruff tone that left no room for dissent -- to get on my hands and knees.
I complied and arched my back slightly to give him a better view of my shapely arse and shaven pussy – the effect his commands were glistening in the moonlight on display for him. It made me even hotter to know how much my wanton reactions to his military behavior pleased and aroused him.
In one swift movement he was behind me, thrusting his hard-as-steel erection into my more than willing self, speaking to me the whole while as though I were one of his men, about to enter into a hostile situation. It never began slowly – like in the erotic stories one reads on the Internet. This was raw fucking – deep, fast, and painfully hard. The combination of his military language and his cock filling me repeatedly was driving me mad. The combination of his military language and his cock filling me repeatedly was driving me mad. It was a mere matter of minutes before the waves of my first orgasm overtook me. I cried out his name and he continued to thrust into me with the same fever pace. The world outside our joined bodies ceased to exist as he expressed his utter love, devotion, and pride to me with his mouth, hands, and cock.
At some point during our lovemaking, our well-trained military ears picked up the sound of one of our compatriots entering the house to retrieve the freshly printed manifestos for their disbursement. He stopped his thrusting for a moment and withdrew himself from me. I groaned in protest as he tuned me in his arms to face him and he claimed my mouth.
“So it begins, Darlin.’” He drawled as he pushed me onto my back and buried himself in me once again…
Remember, remember the Fifth of November—
The Nuclear Treason and Plot.
I see no reason the Nuclear Treason
Should ever be forgot…
In Memory of My Love.
November 5, 2032