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The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

Andy gets in Gwyn's pants, Gwyn gets in Andy's pants

*Andy's POV*

It was getting late by the time we got back to Gwyn's place, but I was determined. She excused herself to the bathroom, and I opted to be direct. I undressed and waited for her outside the bathroom door, feeling creepy and getting excited despite it. Or maybe because of it...

As soon as I heard Gwyn washing her hands, I lost my patience. I opened the door and pulled her against me from behind, bending down and kissing her pale neck. She squealed in surprise.

"Andy!" Her small hands brushed mine, they were all wet. I bit her neck, just above where it met her shoulders, and she moaned, wriggling delightfully against me in protest. I did it again, harder, and then she grew complacent, obedient in my arms. I kissed the sore spot while I reached my hands up and beneath her shirt, under her bra, until her breasts were against my palms. I clutched at them desperately, loving how they felt, twisting slightly. She leaned against me and I pressed my erection on her plump behind. I wanted the fabric between us gone.

"Andy..." Gwyn tried to turn, but I wouldn't let her. Once again I took the tender skin of her neck between my teeth and clamped down, savagely this time. She squirmed, but I held her locked in place with my arms, kneading her soft tits. They overflowed in my hands.

I sucked at that same spot on her neck, sensitized, hot, and red, as I moved a hand down, slipping it in her panties, then between her legs. Gwyn shifted to accommodate my intrusion. She was soaked, and I heard a sudden intake of breath when I found the wetness within the delicate folds. I used her rings to navigate, and once I found her swollen bud, I started rubbing firm circles, holding her to me. She grew unsteady, her breathing ragged. I saw in the mirror's reflection that her pouty lips were parted, her head rested against me. "Huhn..."

"You're my woman, Gwyn. You're mine. Mine and I want you now." I stopped, let her go, and walked away. She gasped, stumbled, and almost fell over. I sat down on her bed and called from her room. "What do you think about that?"

Gwyn walked into the bedroom. I stared at her, she was beautiful, insecurities and all. Hesitantly, she took her shirt off. "I'm ok with that." She smiled, I could see she was scared but fighting it.

I grabbed her hips from where I sat. "I love your body, Doc." I grinned, running a hand over her smooth stomach and up to her breasts. "I can't wait to stick my dick in it." She laughed and pulled away to sit on the bed, taking her boots, socks, and jeans off.

"You just want in my pants, you horndog!" That gave me an excellent, wild idea…

"Mmmm...Indeed." I gave her my best innocent smile, then stood over her, my boner in her face, to unclasp her bra. She reached for it, and I caved for a few heavenly strokes, before taking her arms and holding them firmly behind her back. I wanted her poste-haste.

"Lay back." She did as she was told, and the look in her eyes made my heart pound. Surrender. My need for her quickened. I pulled her panties off as quickly as I could. "Stay." She said nothing, but the look remained. Yielding, eager. I moved faster.

I grabbed her pants and put them on. They were pretty huge on me, but her belt had a ton of holes along the entire length, I cinched it so they would stay put. "What?" Apparently the spell was broken- Gwyn looked both totally confused and amused, peering at me, propped up on her elbows. I shushed her with a rough, quick kiss, mischief coming out of every pore. I unzipped the fly, and my boner sprang out. I pushed her by her chest roughly, so she was flat on the bed. "I said stay!"

She was still smiling rebelliously, amused at my antics, almost laughing. I can't have that. I hovered over her. "Gwyn," I said seriously, and then I slapped her.

She swooned, her legs clinging to me. I remained unmoving as she reacted, feeling the weight of my punishment. She gazed up at me, contrite and submitting utterly to my will. I saw exactly what I wanted when I looked at Gwyn: devotion in her glistening eyes. Devotion and desire.

I put two of my fingers in her mouth, and she sucked on them, the end of the barbell in her tongue a marked contrast to the fleshy muscle that held it. I stiffened further, the need to take her had become almost painful.

I felt the tip of my cock brush the tantalizing folds of flesh between her thighs and I sprang off the bed. For just a moment, a condom had been the farthest thing from my mind, and neither one of us needed that kind of trouble. It had felt so fine to be so close. I banished the thought and grabbed my pants. "But Andy, that will never-" I clamped my hand over Gwyn's mouth, kissing and sucking the sore spot on her neck, conscious again of my burning erection trailing against her thighs.

"Quiet!" I gave her a warning look. She nodded, rubbing her calf gently against me to show she would be good. Pleased, my impish side returned, and I shoved each of her arms in a leg of my pants, then tied a knot at each ankle. Finally, I cinched the belt so tight, her arms were held above her head.

Satisfied with my impromptu handiwork, I chuckled. I reached into the pocket of my pants, along Gwyn's arm, and found I had no condoms. "Shit! Uh..." How had I not noticed I was out?

"In the bottom drawer of the bedside stand, Hot-shot." Gwyn was smirking at me! "I hope Kimonos are alright."

"Clever girl," I smiled at her. I pinched a nipple lightly, rolling it between my fingers, watching the barbel swing to and fro for a moment. Gwyn had excellent nipples. They were petite, with small, round areolas... I watched the skin contract, and heard her sigh. I gave her nipple a final twist- she was so luscious!

I retrieved a condom from the drawer, put it on, and positioned myself above her. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and raised her hips, I could feel her well-lubricated entrance pressing against the tip of my cock. I rolled one of her tits in the hand I wasn't using to support myself and bent down to kiss her softly.

Gwyn tried to push up onto me, but I pulled back, grinning. "Patience, Doc!"

"Andy! I want you, please!" Gwyn writhed delectably underneath me, but my pants held her in check. I smiled wickedly.

"I want to remember this. I want you to remember this. You're MINE now, Gwyn. I'm going to take you, but only if you say it. You're mine." I bit my lip, squeezing her breast, letting the tip of my shaft tease her. "Say it." I stared into her eyes, eyes that so often held an eternal storm. Now they were at peace.

She didn't hesitate. "I'm yours, Andy." Yes, yes, yes! I slid into her, and her walls hugged my entire length. It was ecstasy- she shuddered and moaned, her hips rose with my thrust, her lips parting and taking me in.

"Mmmm..." I started an agonizingly slow rhythm, each time entering her until my shaft was buried and my hips, just above the waistband of her pants, hit the supple skin of her thighs. Gwyn gasped and moaned as I plowed into her cervix, I tried not to groan too much, but she felt amazing.

I bent and bit her again on that same spot on her neck- it had grown purple. Tonight I would mark her. She squirmed and gasped, and I plunged into her harder still. Her excitement covered the fly of her pants around my cock, and I grew impatient to be closer to her. I undid the belt, letting her pants fall down to my thighs, so I could sink myself into her fully, to the hilt.

Gwyn quaked beneath me, moaning and panting. She felt so good, tightening around me. I could tell she would cum soon. "Andy! Uhn!" Her arms struggled fruitlessly, secured in my pants, above her head. Mine, I thought. This curvaceous, sublime creature: mine.

I bent my lips to her ear. "You are so fair." I groaned as she contracted around me, bucking her hips. I pinched one of her nipples, twisting it. "So shapely." She moaned, sounding desperate. "Stunning." I groaned loudly as she bucked beneath me. "Fucking exquisite.” I thrust harder, ramming into her, as her eyes rolled wildly and she called my name. I gripped her tightly. “You are amazing and gorgeous, and you’re mine!”

I watched Gwyn's pupils dilate as they rolled upwards and her body relaxed. I felt her cumming around me, rhythmically gripping my cock as I fucked her. There was something sexy about putting it to her as she lay there, limp, but willing, and wanting me.

Shit, I couldn't hold back. She felt too good, I tried to slow down, let her recover, but she was so fucking hot! I was carried away by the power of my burning lust. I grabbed her legs roughly, slung them over my shoulders, and nailed her like the Apocalypse was around the corner.

Within seconds, Gwyn was weakly calling my name over and over, and her sex tightening again around my shaft. I kissed her deeply, I couldn't get enough of the taste of her, the feel of her. I resented having to breathe. Her hips kept rising up to meet mine with frenzied desperation.

I felt a juggernaut of an orgasm building deep in my balls. I gritted my teeth, trying to stave it off, to wait for Gwyn to cum again. But she was having none of it.

"Andy!?!" She said between moans.

"Yeah, Doc?" I smiled, but I was struggling not to cum. She was so soft, and white, and pliable...

"I'm yours... Uhn! And you're mine! Uhn! Andy!" She looked me in the eye the whole time, and that was all it took. I exploded, screaming, growling, and eventually yelling expletives as I shot my load into her, grinding away through my climax.

In response, Gwyn's mouth formed a silent 'O,' and her head lolled back against the pillow as she came, squirting fluids that coated my pelvis and thighs, as well as the bed. After a few seconds, I realized that her lips were purple, and that I had my hand locked around her throat. I released her, and she exhaled before taking in fresh oxygen.

I watched her full lips turn pink once again as I listened to her raspy breathing, still feeling her occasionally clench around me as she groaned. My eyes drifted to the black and purple bruise on her pale neck. I met her gaze. She was my woman. We kissed, our lips meeting and parting, tongues touching, a romantic exchange between partners.


so, here’s the deal, dudes. i haven’t gotten laid in almost 3 years. i’m in a world of hurt. but let me tell you something- seeing BVB at warped was better than sex. and i’d rather see them play again than have even the best of sex i’ve ever had. and i’ve had some wicked hot sex. aftershock, i’m coming for you!

and i got zero responses for my QOTD when it came to peoples’ favorite villain. i’ll take movie villains too, guys. i’m unimpressed, dudes. no fresh QOTD till evil gets some love. there is no light without darkness.

here are some movie/tv faves: i love Darkness (Tim Curry from Legend), the archangel Gabriel (Christopher Walken in The Prophecy Series), Lestat (embarrassed to say Tom Cruise from Interview with the Vampire), Dracula (Gary Oldman from Bram Stoker’s Dracula), Loki (Tom Hiddleston from Thor), the Governor (David Morrissey in The Walking Dead), Freddy Krueger (Robert Englund in the majority of the Nightmare on Elmstreet movies), and the king of them all- Pinhead (Doug Bradley in the majority of the Hellraiser movies).


*NOTE* The author of this story no longer has access to her account due to site malfunction.
SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah

Ok, cool. I don't mind plodding plots at all, but as a frustrated English teacher, I can totally understand the grammar and structure stuff.

Merelan Merelan


oh, i'm not changing it significantly in that regard. i mean more a stylistic change to make it easier to read: breaking up paragraphs, improving grammar and tense consistency, stuff like that. i've become a much better writer and i want my stuff to reflect that. if you're nervous about the changed, you can check out the newest version on my wattpad account. my user name is anathemadvm, just plain anathema was taken. i'm still likely to further revise the very beginning a little, but nothing is plot related, i like the plot as much as i ever did. i just want it to be easier to read, that's all.

anathema anathema

Actually, the beginning of LoJ fits the story perfectly, IMHO. You establish Gywn as a likeable, but clearly flawed character from the door. It's much different from most other fanfic, which want to get to the Bride(s) ASAP.

Merelan Merelan


oh my goodness! i don't think even i have read it that many times, though i could be wrong! i've certainly only read it through once in one sitting! i promise that the edited version is higher quality, but i don't dare tinker with it here until i have the whole thing ready to go. right now i've edited through chapter 50, though i might need to ahve another look at the very beginning, because it's so plodding.

anathema anathema