Dirty deeds

Bewitching the mind and ensnaring the sense, but it isn’t death that gets stoppered.

……talking about Ron.

For a Slytherin he was about as subtle as a herd of charging elephants.

One minute I am sat leaning against him with my feet on the sofa, with one of his hands heading in a very interesting direction, the next he is casually dropping into the conversation a query about Pansy and whether she and Ron are serious.

As I say, subtle.

So said as far as I know that Ron at least serious.

And how did I feel about that?

Only problem as far as I was concerned was that could no longer call her Pug face. Had given Ron my blessing, and was relief to be saved all misery of him begging to be taken back and then sulking when didn’t get his own way.

Then basically indicated that a fair way to worshipping the ground that he walked on, that welcome to sit on sofa – literally and metaphorically – at all times. Not sure that not tactical mistake, and that Snape training will be ruined by lack of discipline, but he looked so happy in a dazed sort of way that decided worth the risk.

Decided that since now officially in a relationship could afford to be frank about kinkier desires. So whilst kissing spot on his neck that makes him to weak at kne knees, mention that would like to re-live part of schooldays.

Says happy to play naughty schoolgirls and professors.

Idea filed away for future reference, but point out not quite what I had in mind. He was a bit taken aback at first, but soon happy to play along.

I believe I have mentioned before in these diaries that Severus is a fantastic kisser. Cannot mention it often enough. He started with delicate butterfly kisses all over my face, but returning to my lips more and more frequently. The kisses changed from innocent, to promising, to delivering. I was already short of breath when he started tracing circles on my thighs with his hand. He deftly removed my underwear, and then began …..

Reciting his speech that he welcomed us as first years. By ‘no foolish wand waving’ he had his fingers delving inside me, by ‘those who have the aptitude’ he was circling my nub with his thumb whilst keeping those fingers busy, and by ‘bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses’ I was screaming in ecstasy as I came like a steam train.

He looked a little quizzical whilst I lay in his arms recovering my breath, but then Severus wonders if I might like to ‘do’ one of his fantasies.

Bugger.

Literally.

Hopefully not double bugger, triple bugger, or indeed triple bugger on a stick.

Had taken advice offered to Ron and made suggestion at time when shagged out and feeling too affectionate to refuse.

Slightly worried by inability to refuse Severus anything. Still early days yet, and may yet come to mutual contempt favoured by most ‘happily married’ couples.

More worried by fact that Severus had the necessary lubricant in luggage.

However pointed out that fairs fair and if I did, he had to as well. He just looked intrigued and wondered what I had in mind.

Told him to take his clothes off and find out. Something extremely erotic about watching him strip for me. Fortunately he had the sense to take his shoes and socks off first, so was denied shock of seeing him naked but for socks. No one sexy under those circumstances.

He stood there with Not-so-little-Severus standing at attention. I moved to kneel before him, and made him move his legs apart even further. He got the idea almost immediately, and judging from the expression on his face was enormously excited by the idea.

I started by nuzzling at Not-so-little-Severus, just gently playing with it, before moving to take him entirely into my mouth. The combination of my swirling tongue and lips moving backwards and forwards had him gasping. I kept up a steady rhythm and very quickly he was on the edge. He was making very strange moaning noises, and he had both hands buried in my hair – not just to guide my movements, but more to provide some support before his legs gave way.

I moved a hand between his legs to briefly caress his balls before moving on to stroke the skin between them and my ultimate goal. Severus just gave me a moment’s warning that he was about to come, and as he did I slipped my index finger inside him and found that magic spot. He squealed like a pig, came like the mallard on its record breaking run, and collapsed limply onto the sofa. I don’t think he noticed me discreetly spitting the resulting mouthful of semen into a napkin.

I felt very pleased with myself. I think Severus felt very pleased with me too.

It took him a fair while to recover. He held me in his arms and I could feel his racing heart gradually slow. He whispered a promise in my ear that he would make sure he returned the favour. I knew it was a mistake to let him know just how irresistible I found that low, husky voice – it sent a pulse of excitement through me.

He didn’t bother with any other foreplay, or removing any of my clothes, just moved to sit on the floor between my legs. He eased my knees further apart, and then leaned in to press soft kisses on my curls. He teased me like this until I begged him to get on with it, which he did with an evil smirk. He lapped and probed with his tongue, until I was a quivering mass beneath him. Every time I was just about to climax he would slow down, and when I was calm he would start to torture me again.

He returned to his task with renewed vigour, and but this time he rubbed his fingers through my curls before sliding one long finger where no finger had been before. Soon another finger joined it. I had expected it to hurt, at least a little, but it felt incredible. He looked up, and he could tell from my expression – all round eyes and fish-like mouth – that I was prepared to take this all the way.

He gently moved me until I was bent over the sofa with my face pressed into the cushions. He quickly rubbed the lubricant on himself, and then poised himself against my rosette. As he slid home, very slowly and very gently, he moved his hand between my legs. I will never know how he managed it, but, as he began to thrust, his thumb was moving on my clit, and his fingers were probing my depths. The combination was wonderful.

His other hand came up in a death grip on my shoulder to keep me still. In my excitement I am afraid I fell into cliché and soon I was begging him to go harder, faster, and all the other trite phrases that are used at a time like that. All I can say in my defence is that I had never experienced anything like that before, and its very difficult to select your vocabulary when it feels like the top of your head is going to explode.

I came like a French TGV, screaming some sort of nonsense into the cushions. Severus followed soon after, and then we collapsed into a tangle of legs onto the floor. We clung together for a while, until we could summon the strength to move. He cast a quick cleaning spell, and then we stumbled off to bed.

Dear god, I don’t know how we will ever top that.


A/N: Someone has asked me to explain what a French TGV is. Well its like this you see, my dad is a steam engine buff. He even has sound recordings made of steam engines, say coming into Grantham railway station. And there is a lot of huffing and puffing, and you can imagine the immense effort these engines were making - hence coming like a steam train.

Now, the Mallard (mentioned later) was one of the fastest steam engines ever and reached 100 miles an hour on the east coast line from Scotland to London. So that means even more huffing and puffing.

A French TGV is a very very fast and powerful french modern train. Probably should have actually gone for the Japanese Bullet train which is even more powerful.

Thanks for all the reviews and I can promise that Lucius will be back on the scene soon, and due to popular if not pervy request a little bit of Ginny goodness.