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Thanks to Sweet Euphoria, I have discovered a new and wonderful way to waste time. Yes, mes amis I have discovered insta-slash. Just go to the website, fill in the appropriate nouns and verbs, and you've got a custom made, cookie-cutter slash fic. Below are three examples (slightly edited in order to flow better).
The darkness was all around as Remus walked through the Quidditch field down towards the sixth year Gryffindor dorms, random thoughts of french kissing crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Lily had told him she often dreamed about Dumbledore involved in fellatio with a snake, but each to their own; she didn't know about his fantasies involving Sirius .
One day he would discuss his feelings with James, but not yet. He still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Sirius masturbating with a wand.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the fork he was carrying with him. Would Sirius's navel feel like that to his tongue?
What would Sirius think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating chocolate off Sirius's beautiful tongue?
Remus rubbed the fork against himself, whispering Sirius's name. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to the sixth year Gryffindor dorms but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Sirius's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Sirius had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. The Quidditch field was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the chocolate he was carrying and leisurely scratched his navel.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Remus calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his chocolate and ran towards the sound of his wolf’s voice.
Sirius stumbled through the darkness towards Remus. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his wolf being attacked by a snake? Was he about to be raped by Snape dressed as Dumbledore? His heart beat faster and he felt his pulse throbbing in his mouth.
”Remus, Remus, my wolf,” screamed Sirius. “It's all right, I'm coming, I'll save you!” Remus leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the fork and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his eyes wide.
”Sirius!” Remus gasped embarrassedly. “What are you doing here? James said you were in the sixth year Gryffindor dorms french kissing Lily.”
”No, I was alone in the sixth year Gryffindor dorms with nothing but my wand for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your eyes were, and how I would like to stroke my tongue against your eyelids, and have you kiss my navel, and now that I see your eyes for myself I realise that not even Dumbledore has eyes to compare with yours.”
”Oh, my star, James said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Lily.”
”What! That old wolf, I'd rather get involved in fellatio with Snape, a fork and chocolate than dream of french kissing her, Ooh, the very thought makes my tongue curl.”
”Oh, Remus!”
”Oh, Sirius, my star!”
Cue soft music, sounds of french kissing and fellatio, soft focus and fade.........
^_~
The darkness was all around as Duncan walked on an embankment beside the Seine, down towards his the barge, random thoughts of kissing crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Amanda had told him she often dreamed about Connor groping a horse , but each to their own; she didn't know about his fantasies involving Methos .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Joe, but not yet. He still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Methos masturbating with a sweater.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the sword he was carrying with him. Would Methos's stomach feel like that to his lips?
What would Methos think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of licking beer off Methos's beautiful neck?
Duncan rubbed the sword against himself, whispering Methos's name. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his barge but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Methos's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Methos had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. An embankment beside the Seine was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a sip of the beer he was carrying and leisurely scratched his stomach.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Duncan calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his beer and ran towards the sound of his Highlander's voice.
Methos stumbled through the darkness towards Duncan. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Highlander being attacked by a horse? Was he about to be raped by Kronos dressed as Connor? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his neck.
”Duncan, Duncan, my Highlander,” screamed Methos. “It's all right, I'm coming, I'll save you!” Duncan leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the sword and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare stomach open to the air.
”Methos!” Duncan gasped embarrassedly. “What are you doing here? Joe said you were in the barge engaged in some kissing with Amanda.”
”No, I was alone in the barge with nothing but my sweater for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your stomach was, and how I would like to stroke my lips against it, and have you kiss my neck, and now I see your stomach for myself I realise that not even Kronos has a stomach to compare with yours.”
”Oh, Methos, Joe said you felt that way but I never believed him. I thought you loved Amanda.”
”What! That old horse, I'd rather get involved in bondage with Kronos, a sword and beer than dream of kissing her, Ooh, the very thought makes my lips curl.”
”Oh, Methos!”
Oh, Duncan, my Highlander!
Cue soft music, sounds of kissing and groping, soft focus and fade.........
^_~
The darkness was all around as Aya walked through downtown Tokyo towards his apartment above the flower shop, random thoughts of sodomy crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Manx had told him she often dreamed about Persia involved in bondage with a cat, but each to their own; she didn't know about his fantasies involving Yohji .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Ken, but not yet. He still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Yohji masturbating with a hentai manga.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the katana he was carrying with him. Would Yohji's throat feel like that to his palm?
What would Yohji think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of licking sake off Yohji's beautiful lips?
Aya rubbed the katana against his throat, whispering Yohji's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his apartment above the flower shop but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Yohji's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Yohji had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Downtown Tokyo was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a sip of the sake he was carrying and leisurely scratched his throat.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Aya calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his sake and ran towards the sound of his koi's voice.
Yohji stumbled through the darkness towards Aya. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his koi being attacked by a cat? Was he about to be raped by Schuldig dressed as Persia? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his palms.
”Aya, Aya, koi,” screamed Yohji. “It's all right, I'm coming, I'll save you!” Aya leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the katana and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles.
”Yohji!” Aya gasped embarrassedly. “What are you doing here? Ken said you were in your the appartment above the flower shop engaged in some sex with Manx.”
”No, I was alone in my the appartment above the flower shop with nothing but my hentai manga for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your lips were, and how I would like feel them stroke against my throat, and have you kiss my palm, and now that I see your lips for myself I realise that not even Asuka had lips to compare with yours.”
”Oh, koi, Ken said you felt that way, but I never believed him, I thought you loved Manx.”
”What! That old cat? I'd rather get involved in bondage with Schuldig, a katana and sake than dream of sex with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my skin crawl.”
”Oh, Yohji!”
”Oh, Aya, my koi!”
Cue soft music, sounds of sodomy and bondage, soft focus and fade.........
^_~
The darkness was all around as Remus walked through the Quidditch field down towards the sixth year Gryffindor dorms, random thoughts of french kissing crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Lily had told him she often dreamed about Dumbledore involved in fellatio with a snake, but each to their own; she didn't know about his fantasies involving Sirius .
One day he would discuss his feelings with James, but not yet. He still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Sirius masturbating with a wand.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the fork he was carrying with him. Would Sirius's navel feel like that to his tongue?
What would Sirius think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating chocolate off Sirius's beautiful tongue?
Remus rubbed the fork against himself, whispering Sirius's name. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to the sixth year Gryffindor dorms but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Sirius's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Sirius had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. The Quidditch field was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the chocolate he was carrying and leisurely scratched his navel.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Remus calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his chocolate and ran towards the sound of his wolf’s voice.
Sirius stumbled through the darkness towards Remus. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his wolf being attacked by a snake? Was he about to be raped by Snape dressed as Dumbledore? His heart beat faster and he felt his pulse throbbing in his mouth.
”Remus, Remus, my wolf,” screamed Sirius. “It's all right, I'm coming, I'll save you!” Remus leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the fork and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his eyes wide.
”Sirius!” Remus gasped embarrassedly. “What are you doing here? James said you were in the sixth year Gryffindor dorms french kissing Lily.”
”No, I was alone in the sixth year Gryffindor dorms with nothing but my wand for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your eyes were, and how I would like to stroke my tongue against your eyelids, and have you kiss my navel, and now that I see your eyes for myself I realise that not even Dumbledore has eyes to compare with yours.”
”Oh, my star, James said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Lily.”
”What! That old wolf, I'd rather get involved in fellatio with Snape, a fork and chocolate than dream of french kissing her, Ooh, the very thought makes my tongue curl.”
”Oh, Remus!”
”Oh, Sirius, my star!”
Cue soft music, sounds of french kissing and fellatio, soft focus and fade.........
^_~
The darkness was all around as Duncan walked on an embankment beside the Seine, down towards his the barge, random thoughts of kissing crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Amanda had told him she often dreamed about Connor groping a horse , but each to their own; she didn't know about his fantasies involving Methos .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Joe, but not yet. He still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Methos masturbating with a sweater.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the sword he was carrying with him. Would Methos's stomach feel like that to his lips?
What would Methos think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of licking beer off Methos's beautiful neck?
Duncan rubbed the sword against himself, whispering Methos's name. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his barge but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Methos's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Methos had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. An embankment beside the Seine was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a sip of the beer he was carrying and leisurely scratched his stomach.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Duncan calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his beer and ran towards the sound of his Highlander's voice.
Methos stumbled through the darkness towards Duncan. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Highlander being attacked by a horse? Was he about to be raped by Kronos dressed as Connor? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his neck.
”Duncan, Duncan, my Highlander,” screamed Methos. “It's all right, I'm coming, I'll save you!” Duncan leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the sword and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare stomach open to the air.
”Methos!” Duncan gasped embarrassedly. “What are you doing here? Joe said you were in the barge engaged in some kissing with Amanda.”
”No, I was alone in the barge with nothing but my sweater for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your stomach was, and how I would like to stroke my lips against it, and have you kiss my neck, and now I see your stomach for myself I realise that not even Kronos has a stomach to compare with yours.”
”Oh, Methos, Joe said you felt that way but I never believed him. I thought you loved Amanda.”
”What! That old horse, I'd rather get involved in bondage with Kronos, a sword and beer than dream of kissing her, Ooh, the very thought makes my lips curl.”
”Oh, Methos!”
Oh, Duncan, my Highlander!
Cue soft music, sounds of kissing and groping, soft focus and fade.........
^_~
The darkness was all around as Aya walked through downtown Tokyo towards his apartment above the flower shop, random thoughts of sodomy crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Manx had told him she often dreamed about Persia involved in bondage with a cat, but each to their own; she didn't know about his fantasies involving Yohji .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Ken, but not yet. He still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Yohji masturbating with a hentai manga.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the katana he was carrying with him. Would Yohji's throat feel like that to his palm?
What would Yohji think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of licking sake off Yohji's beautiful lips?
Aya rubbed the katana against his throat, whispering Yohji's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his apartment above the flower shop but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Yohji's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Yohji had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Downtown Tokyo was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a sip of the sake he was carrying and leisurely scratched his throat.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Aya calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his sake and ran towards the sound of his koi's voice.
Yohji stumbled through the darkness towards Aya. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his koi being attacked by a cat? Was he about to be raped by Schuldig dressed as Persia? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his palms.
”Aya, Aya, koi,” screamed Yohji. “It's all right, I'm coming, I'll save you!” Aya leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the katana and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles.
”Yohji!” Aya gasped embarrassedly. “What are you doing here? Ken said you were in your the appartment above the flower shop engaged in some sex with Manx.”
”No, I was alone in my the appartment above the flower shop with nothing but my hentai manga for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your lips were, and how I would like feel them stroke against my throat, and have you kiss my palm, and now that I see your lips for myself I realise that not even Asuka had lips to compare with yours.”
”Oh, koi, Ken said you felt that way, but I never believed him, I thought you loved Manx.”
”What! That old cat? I'd rather get involved in bondage with Schuldig, a katana and sake than dream of sex with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my skin crawl.”
”Oh, Yohji!”
”Oh, Aya, my koi!”
Cue soft music, sounds of sodomy and bondage, soft focus and fade.........
^_~