Improvisation.

So since no one challenged me for our segment today, Mistress Shirley took it upon herself to challenge me to a double feature. I sometimes hate her for this.

See why I sometimes hate her? She had to go and give me this image to start off with. Seriously, woman?


Craig couldn't believe what he was seeing. Antoine, his best friend and gay-lover since high-school, was curled over himself against the wall. His head rested against the ground, and his legs were pulled over his head like a french whore who fucked too much. Antoine was clutching his own ass-cheeks, and seemed to be struggling to pull his crotch down toward his mouth.

Craig was stunned speechless, and could only watch as Antoine grunted, and panted. He knew we was flexible enough to do it, and had seen it done countless of times during those exotic pornography videos online, and the men were bigger then him! So why couldn't he do it, too?

"I can do this..." He wheezed from his awkward position, taking a deep breath and then straining to pull himself down again. He wasn't aware of Craig standing behind him, mouth wide open, and a hand cupping his own crotch. For some reason, the sight of his lover folded over like that was a major turn on.

With a frustrated grunt, Antoine succeeded in only barely brushing his cloth-covered dick against his chin, and that was enough. He unfolded from the wall, breathing heavily and glanced up. Craig stood over him, still speechless, and Antoine freaked, scrambling to his feet.

"It's not..." He was silenced by a mouth across his own, and his form being smacked into the same wall from before.

Now this one I like, but since I can't remember if this is Madison or Ruby, and neither can Mistress Shirley, I am putting my own twist on this image by substituting people. Got a problem? Too bad, it's an improv! *Laughed*


I had just gotten home from the hair salon where I had gotten my hair styled and dyed to a raven black color. I previously use to be a pale blond, but I wanted to try something else out, and I wanted to see how my boyfriend would react to the change. The door glided open with a faint creek, and I entered the house, kicking the door shut with a heel.

The lights were off inside, but it wasn't unusual. Sam was usually out with his brother chasing monsters that go bump in the night, or at the nearest bar drinking some beer. I locked the dead-bolts, and spread out a line of salt along the bottom of the door. Despite the symbol Sam and Dean meticulously drew on the floorboards beneath the rug, I wanted to be careful.

I stripped off my camisole and bra, sighing softly when the air reached my nipples and hardened them to peaks. The mini-skirt I wore was next. Fabric pooled around my ankles, and I stepped out of them. Light taps echoed in the silence when the heels I wore hit the tile, and I froze. The hair on the back of my neck rose, and I spun around.

Sam stood behind me, looking so feral  in the dark with lust glazing his gaze over. He eyed me from head to toe, and growled. I was suddenly found clutched against him. A hand gripped my shoulder roughly, while his other was clutched into my darkened hair, pulling my head to the side dominantly. I shivered in want, hands trapped against his chest where I could feel the muscles bunch and ripple.

"What..did you do, Sarah?" He growled out against my cheek, face scrunched into a snarl that just had my cheekies on the verge of melting clean off of my body. He placed surprisingly gentle kisses along my cheek, down to my neck where he placed stinging nips that were soothed over with a pass of his tongue. I moaned, and answered him with a breathy reply.

"Do you like it?" He growled again, tightening his grip in my hair and wretching my head to the side, careful not to actually hurt me.

"That's not what I asked. But if it makes you feel any better, I do. Don't do it again, though." He grumbled before our lips sealed together, and his hand left my shoulder to grab the back of my thigh. I was lifted up, legs wrapping around his waist, and I was carried off to our bedroom where things go bump in the night.

Now, if you do not find that sexy, that sucks for you. But Sam with a dark side is sexy as hell. I enjoyed writing that one. *Winked*