I have decided to join the MMOM (Merry Month of Masturbation) challenges and for the first few entries have expanded my hand drabbles to include the theme of masturbation...
Title: Crime Scene
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Rating: Adult
Words: 300
Crime Scene
She pulled on the latex gloves with a snap and felt like a cliché. Sara was next to her with the camera out and, due to Sara’s proximity, Catherine’s hands were sweating before she had even opened her case. Catherine tried to focus on the blood spatter, but her eyes were drawn to the way Sara’s fingers cradled the camera, so sure and steady, no hesitation.
When she got to the gun Sara said, “Rendering firearm safe now,” and reached for it. Catherine nearly fainted to see those latex clad fingers cradling the weapon.
Catherine pulled on the latex gloves again. In the privacy of her bedroom she let them snap and felt the sting rather than feeling foolish. The snap sent a jolt to her clit and she sighed as the rubber came in contact with her wetness. She closed her eyes and saw again Sara handling the gun from today’s crime scene.
Catherine wasn’t sure why she liked the feeling of the gloves so much, except that she always associated Sara with them, and wearing them while she stroked herself like this made it feel more like it was Sara doing the touching.
Carefully Catherine lay her gun on her stomach, the cold metal giving her goosebumps, as she envisioned Sara pinning her against the wall of the crime-scene, gun still in one hand, fucking her with the other. Fingers buried inside, thumb riding her clit, she came, bucking against her hand, pressing the steel into her hipbone.
Title: Crime Scene
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine
Rating: Adult
Words: 300
Crime Scene
She pulled on the latex gloves with a snap and felt like a cliché. Sara was next to her with the camera out and, due to Sara’s proximity, Catherine’s hands were sweating before she had even opened her case. Catherine tried to focus on the blood spatter, but her eyes were drawn to the way Sara’s fingers cradled the camera, so sure and steady, no hesitation.
When she got to the gun Sara said, “Rendering firearm safe now,” and reached for it. Catherine nearly fainted to see those latex clad fingers cradling the weapon.
Catherine pulled on the latex gloves again. In the privacy of her bedroom she let them snap and felt the sting rather than feeling foolish. The snap sent a jolt to her clit and she sighed as the rubber came in contact with her wetness. She closed her eyes and saw again Sara handling the gun from today’s crime scene.
Catherine wasn’t sure why she liked the feeling of the gloves so much, except that she always associated Sara with them, and wearing them while she stroked herself like this made it feel more like it was Sara doing the touching.
Carefully Catherine lay her gun on her stomach, the cold metal giving her goosebumps, as she envisioned Sara pinning her against the wall of the crime-scene, gun still in one hand, fucking her with the other. Fingers buried inside, thumb riding her clit, she came, bucking against her hand, pressing the steel into her hipbone.
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