My Lovers
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Category:
Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
12,379
Reviews:
6
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.
My Lovers
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A.N: This just poured out from nowhere. Please review.
Call me a selfish bitch, but there is nothing I love more then being in between my lovers. Really, I’m surprised how against the public is about this kind of situation, because really, who told them that you had to only one lover?
Well, screw him. It must have been a man, because usually really horrible decisions come from men. Don’t get me wrong, I like men, and am certainly not a lesbian, (though, speaking of that, I’m not homophobic, either. One of my very dear friends is a lesbian,) but some men just make stupid decisions.
But back to my original point. There is nothing better in this life then having one of my lovers behind me, laying butterfly kisses on my back and neck, while the other is beneath me, kissing my breasts and mouth while we make love.
I love the feeling of having both inside me, both seeking and getting pleasure, easing pains and stresses while they are with me.
I love leaving them exhausted but sated, panting on the bed, smiling in release and blinking sleepily, exerted, before pulling down beside them so we can sleep off our activities.
I love the feeling of their hands and bodies gliding over me, their hands rough from games and work, bodies hard and sculpted, pressing into me.
I love seeing their sweaty faces above me, or beneath me, concentrated, loving, passionate.
I love looking into their eyes, knowing that they love me just as much as I love them, their eyes shining with passion, love, lust, and sex. Emerald and soft brown. My favorite colors.
I love kissing them, their mouths moving against mine, lips melding together, tongues sweeping over, making love in their own way.
I love the feeling of just lying down between them, or beside them, cuddling on the couch. Just the feel of them make me feel secure, loved.
I love just knowing that they are there, for me, forever.
I love knowing that they love me and they don’t care what everybody else says. We are hated. Despised. Feared, considered disgusting, repulsive. They don’t care.
Oh yes. There is nothing I love more then my lovers. Seeing one look up at me sleepily through shaggy red hair in the morning, his eyes that soft, cinnamon brown, tan, freckled body together with my other, his dark, messy black hair all over the place, emerald eyes looking remorseful as I head off to work, smooth olive skin contrasting with the white sheets of our bed.
Natural, I say, though others were surprised. Inevitable, Ron says, kissing us both.
After all, we are a trio, and trios are together always.
Please review.
MoosetheGoose
A.N: This just poured out from nowhere. Please review.
Call me a selfish bitch, but there is nothing I love more then being in between my lovers. Really, I’m surprised how against the public is about this kind of situation, because really, who told them that you had to only one lover?
Well, screw him. It must have been a man, because usually really horrible decisions come from men. Don’t get me wrong, I like men, and am certainly not a lesbian, (though, speaking of that, I’m not homophobic, either. One of my very dear friends is a lesbian,) but some men just make stupid decisions.
But back to my original point. There is nothing better in this life then having one of my lovers behind me, laying butterfly kisses on my back and neck, while the other is beneath me, kissing my breasts and mouth while we make love.
I love the feeling of having both inside me, both seeking and getting pleasure, easing pains and stresses while they are with me.
I love leaving them exhausted but sated, panting on the bed, smiling in release and blinking sleepily, exerted, before pulling down beside them so we can sleep off our activities.
I love the feeling of their hands and bodies gliding over me, their hands rough from games and work, bodies hard and sculpted, pressing into me.
I love seeing their sweaty faces above me, or beneath me, concentrated, loving, passionate.
I love looking into their eyes, knowing that they love me just as much as I love them, their eyes shining with passion, love, lust, and sex. Emerald and soft brown. My favorite colors.
I love kissing them, their mouths moving against mine, lips melding together, tongues sweeping over, making love in their own way.
I love the feeling of just lying down between them, or beside them, cuddling on the couch. Just the feel of them make me feel secure, loved.
I love just knowing that they are there, for me, forever.
I love knowing that they love me and they don’t care what everybody else says. We are hated. Despised. Feared, considered disgusting, repulsive. They don’t care.
Oh yes. There is nothing I love more then my lovers. Seeing one look up at me sleepily through shaggy red hair in the morning, his eyes that soft, cinnamon brown, tan, freckled body together with my other, his dark, messy black hair all over the place, emerald eyes looking remorseful as I head off to work, smooth olive skin contrasting with the white sheets of our bed.
Natural, I say, though others were surprised. Inevitable, Ron says, kissing us both.
After all, we are a trio, and trios are together always.
Please review.
MoosetheGoose