Oh man, it's too hot in there o.O

Yes, you are both brilliant and VERY naughty.

greeeattttttttt

Holy shit. I need a shower. And a man.

Whoa. *splashes face with ice water* I come bearing metaphorical pie…And ice water.

okay, I need to go have a shower cos I really really need to come after reading that.

OMG! ONE OF MY FAVE AUTHORS DEDICATED A SEX STORY TO ME! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Thank you, thank you, thank you for this raw, steamy piece of hotness! I mean, HOLY SHIT, this is fraken HOT!

It's hard to have a favorite part because it's all so fast and furious and yowza, but I really love this:
"...and she raises her head just enough to latch onto his mouth. He's drowning, drowning in the sweat of their skin, in the burning, soft wet feel of her mouth and tongue, in the moist strands of hair in his hand, and most of all he's literally drowning inside of her, her body quaking around him as her walls clench and ripple and stretch for him, against him, taking him for all he's worth."

I'm pleased to take the blame here. Yes, I made you write this. I regret nothing! It's a brilliant smutty love letter to me, right? LOL! And it makes a lot of readers very happy, doesn't it?

And...I'm not a pie eater. I've never had pie, and it doesn't appeal to me. So, reviewers, give me your leftover cookies. In fact, I made pumpkin spice cookies for Thanksgiving, and they came out delicious. They're all gone now. Wanna send me some chocolate chip cookies? :)

Whoa! Pure unadulterated smut goodies! Lol!

Unngggfffffuck.

"And he feels empty, and spent, and filthy, and like he's been born anew because that. Was. Amazing."

Pretty much sums up how I felt after reading this.

Now you need to write one from her perspective!

Feel free to be as unoriginal as you please as long as this is what we get from it. :)

Well that was perfect...

Pie, please for the exceptionally naughty writer!

OMGawwwwdddd. Kate. Wet. Heat. Fuck. (I'm dead. Seriously dead.)

The IMAGERY! Ohhh, I need a bath full of ice cubes like now, pronto, immediatELY! Ugggh

Every inch of his skin is buzzing, the contact of her slick, hot skin making him dizzy with lust. Each time he breathes, her breasts are crushed against him and it's entirely possible he could lose it just from the feeling of that alone.

He's drowning, drowning in the sweat of their skin, in the burning, soft wet feel of her mouth and tongue, in the moist strands of hair in his hand, and most of all he's literally drowning inside of her, her body quaking around him as her walls clench and ripple and stretch for him, against him, taking him for all he's worth.

How in the world can you (and you know why I say this) write like this? Gawwd. Thank U.

Ahhh...yeh...I'll be over...there...