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ds_recsredux2007-03-09 11:09 pm
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Foreign Territory by Aristide
Title: Foreign Territory
Author: Aristide
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~19,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because while the toy appears for one scene, it cracks me up everytime. And has a truly memorable supplication to a lower power. And because the story overall kicks ass.
If he'd had a ringside seat, it's entirely possible that Ray might have enjoyed watching the battle between his curiosity and his fear, because that motherfucker was *epic*--a real Frazier/Ali-style heavyweight title showstopper. He could have made a fortune selling popcorn and scalping tickets, except for the fact that he would have quietly strangled to death on his own shame first.
It was one for the books all right, a full twelve rounds of nonstop pulse-pounding mayhem, the outcome uncertain until the very, very end when Ray tossed the vibrator away and laid splay-legged on his bed, heaving for breath and hoping his heart wasn't going to up and quit on him, studying the shiny pattern of droplets he'd somehow managed to shoot a good three feet up the wall above the headboard and wondering if he'd ever be able to move his limbs again.
"Hail Satan," Ray wheezed, and closed his eyes.
Foreign Territory
Author: Aristide
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~19,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because while the toy appears for one scene, it cracks me up everytime. And has a truly memorable supplication to a lower power. And because the story overall kicks ass.
If he'd had a ringside seat, it's entirely possible that Ray might have enjoyed watching the battle between his curiosity and his fear, because that motherfucker was *epic*--a real Frazier/Ali-style heavyweight title showstopper. He could have made a fortune selling popcorn and scalping tickets, except for the fact that he would have quietly strangled to death on his own shame first.
It was one for the books all right, a full twelve rounds of nonstop pulse-pounding mayhem, the outcome uncertain until the very, very end when Ray tossed the vibrator away and laid splay-legged on his bed, heaving for breath and hoping his heart wasn't going to up and quit on him, studying the shiny pattern of droplets he'd somehow managed to shoot a good three feet up the wall above the headboard and wondering if he'd ever be able to move his limbs again.
"Hail Satan," Ray wheezed, and closed his eyes.
Foreign Territory
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