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Witches On Top
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
8,654
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Kitchen
Disclaimer: Nearly all the people below belong to JK Rowling. The concept of my work is based upon Nancy Friday\'s novels (My Secret Garden, Women On Top, and Forbidden Flowers). I do not own nor am I making any money off my use/abuse of these characters and concepts.
--This chapter is used with permission by its author, Dryad--
The Kitchen
By Dryad
Molly I am a married, forty-something mother of several children. While my sex life with my husband is quite enriching, I find the long hours he spends at the Ministry give me ample time for fantasies. One of my favorites takes place in the summer. We often have a houseful between the children and their friends. I imagine my husband comes home early and finds me in the kitchen preparing dinner.
He sneaks up behind me and begins to kiss my neck. I find it rather hard to focus on what I’m doing, and for some reason this internal fight causes my reactions to magnify. He murmurs in my ear that the children are out playing a pick up game of Quidditch, and we momentarily have the house to ourselves. I whimper, reminding him that I have to get dinner ready for a number of very hungry teenagers. He nips at my ear before asking teasingly, ‘what’s stopping you?’ I continue stirring whatever it is I’m making on the stove, trying to complete dinner, as he kneels behind me, and lifts my robes. I feel his long fingers travel up my calves, teasing behind my knees before continuing up my thighs, gently rubbing and squeezing.
I feel my breath quicken, as I continue to concentrate on dinner even as his touch is causing my whole body to quiver. I let out a quiet moan as his lips follow his fingers’ path. I find I unconsciously lean forward, giving him better access to my now heated quim. His tongue…it would put a Slytherin to shame, and I find my concentration breaking down as my breathing becomes hard and spastic. Finally unable to take it anymore, I beg him to take me. He quickly stands up, and I reach behind to grasp his hardened cock and lead it to me core.
I can faintly see through the window a number of the children returning, broomsticks tossed over their shoulders, even as my husband is pounding me into oblivion. It is obvious he sees them too, as he begins to mutter how much tighter I now feel, how it must turn me on, the thought of getting caught. I feel his cock expand, and I swallow the screams that want to pour out of my mouth. My whole body is quaking, and only his arm around my waist is keeping me upright as I come.
It is only moments later that the children come in the door, rowdy and as rambunctious as ever. The youngest boy, noticing the slightly guilty look on his father’s face teases him, asking, “Dad, were you eating before dinner again?”
If he only knew how true that statement was.
[Letter]
--This chapter is used with permission by its author, Dryad--
The Kitchen
By Dryad
Molly I am a married, forty-something mother of several children. While my sex life with my husband is quite enriching, I find the long hours he spends at the Ministry give me ample time for fantasies. One of my favorites takes place in the summer. We often have a houseful between the children and their friends. I imagine my husband comes home early and finds me in the kitchen preparing dinner.
He sneaks up behind me and begins to kiss my neck. I find it rather hard to focus on what I’m doing, and for some reason this internal fight causes my reactions to magnify. He murmurs in my ear that the children are out playing a pick up game of Quidditch, and we momentarily have the house to ourselves. I whimper, reminding him that I have to get dinner ready for a number of very hungry teenagers. He nips at my ear before asking teasingly, ‘what’s stopping you?’ I continue stirring whatever it is I’m making on the stove, trying to complete dinner, as he kneels behind me, and lifts my robes. I feel his long fingers travel up my calves, teasing behind my knees before continuing up my thighs, gently rubbing and squeezing.
I feel my breath quicken, as I continue to concentrate on dinner even as his touch is causing my whole body to quiver. I let out a quiet moan as his lips follow his fingers’ path. I find I unconsciously lean forward, giving him better access to my now heated quim. His tongue…it would put a Slytherin to shame, and I find my concentration breaking down as my breathing becomes hard and spastic. Finally unable to take it anymore, I beg him to take me. He quickly stands up, and I reach behind to grasp his hardened cock and lead it to me core.
I can faintly see through the window a number of the children returning, broomsticks tossed over their shoulders, even as my husband is pounding me into oblivion. It is obvious he sees them too, as he begins to mutter how much tighter I now feel, how it must turn me on, the thought of getting caught. I feel his cock expand, and I swallow the screams that want to pour out of my mouth. My whole body is quaking, and only his arm around my waist is keeping me upright as I come.
It is only moments later that the children come in the door, rowdy and as rambunctious as ever. The youngest boy, noticing the slightly guilty look on his father’s face teases him, asking, “Dad, were you eating before dinner again?”
If he only knew how true that statement was.
[Letter]