|Moroccan Decor Links
||[Sep. 7th, 2006|04:45 pm]
Decorating, Moroccan style!
I also LOVE this style & I found a few good links out there for shopping & eye candy~|
Berber Trading Co.
Ooooh, very nice! I've heard of a few of those before but not all.
The recipes look yummy, have you tried any?
2006-12-20 05:33 am (UTC)
2007-04-01 03:18 pm (UTC)
Albus Dumbledore chuckled at the spectacle of Severus Snape's pale form laid out on his bed, knees up, legs spread, face turned away and his eyes screwed shut. The long elegant fingers of each hand were clenched around a white knuckled fist full of quilt. He was trembling like a virgin bride.
The Headmaster crawled up onto the bed smiling beneath his beard. If only the students could see him now. This was certainly not the intimidating Potion Master they knew and feared!
He kissed his frightened new plaything on the lips, pushing his tongue in, plundering his sweet mouth. He licked and nibbled the split bottom lip, tasting blood. Then he moved sensually down the slender form, kissing his neck, a lick over the collarbone, down his chest. Hungrily he licked a nipple.
Merlin he loved a nice pair of tits!
He caressed the mounds, pinched the pert nipples, getting only a slight reaction. Then his hand ghosted down lower over the flat stomach to caress his bonded's lovely cock. But it showed no sign of arousal.
Tossing his beard over his shoulder, he knelt between Severus' thighs. He ran his tongue over the younger man's balls. He mouthed them, and then traced the shaft with his tongue. Still there was no reaction from Severus. His lovely slender body remained almost completely unresponsive. This angered the Headmaster beyond words.
Added equipment aside, Dumbledore was well aware that Severus was gay, and that he had been trained to be a bitch. The Headmaster had watched from the shadows, as most of the Slytherin upper classmen had used him while he was a student.
His mind almost drunk on images of a sweating, panting, whimpering Severus bucking against one of his housemates, begging to be fucked harder, as Dumbledore stood in the shadows and stroked himself through his robes.
Dumbledore pushed in hard to stroke his prize's prostate, at the same time he used his other hand to tickle the swollen clitoris, while he swallowed the now erect and weeping cock to the root.
Albus Dumbledore was a master of multitasking.