August 24, 2011

  • One of my favorite pieces of Harry Potter fan-fiction, and just writing in general.

    Note: The piece below contains mild, graphic sexual content. Original source: http://port70.net/?htext/fanfiction/hp_girlslash/174600.html

     

     

         Moaning Myrtle can be very quiet for a good enough reason.
         Having Pansy fuck herself, skirt up, panties hanging from one foot, shirt unbuttoned and a nipple peeking through the lacy bra is definitely one among them. Fuck, yes.
         Pansy’s eyes are hidden behind her school tie, the green and silver going beautifully with her pale face.
         ”Blind yourself with the tie.”
         “Didn’t know you were so perverted, Myrt.”
         “I’m not the one enjoying masturbating in front of a ghost.”
         It’s an agreement that leaves both satisfied. Well, as satisfied as a ghost can get.
         Myrtle still remembers certain tastes and smells. Ironically enough she can remember exactly how Olive smelled; lavender and slightly dusty, like an old house.
         And she can remember the taste of cunt. All the butter beer, the food, the hideous amount of chocolate gobbled throughout years and still -- the thing she can hint on the tip of her tongue is the slightly salty - almost how you’d imagine an ocean tasting - flavour of cunt.
         Pansy buries her fingers inside after she has come, a usual procedure. They’re glistening from her juices when she pulls them out. She uses her middle finger to teasingly trace Myrtle’s transparent mouth. Sometimes she sticks them inside Myrtle’s, down her throat and with a grin asks Myrtle to ‘choke on them’.
         But not tonight. Pansy starts to lick them clean, lapping slowly like a kitty; looking more graceful than her usual self.
         “Like an ocean right?”
         “Yes Myrt, like an ocean.”