Tonight I heard some wonderful news. It was that a Bulgarian gardener (rather thin on the ground, all things considered) has won the right to exhibit at the Hampton Court Palace Flower Show. Which is brilliant, and I'm so happy, and well done that man. That's not the strange part. The strange part was as follows. Upon hearing said wonderful news, I spontaneously burst into tears.
I've been thinking about England, and Oxford, rather a lot today, what with irisbleufic
's wonderful news, and -- well, apparently I'm not as okay with leaving my life there behind as I thought I was. I was a little overwhelmed by the rather violent reaction, and even tidying up the washing couldn't get me out of my funk. (For those not in the know, I am a stress tidier/cleaner/ironer/baker).
So you know what had to happen, right? The only thing to cheer me up a bit? Filthy, filthy porn.
It was the only
Besides, I was quite sick of tinkering with this on Google Docs; I've been working on it for months already. Strangely, it's the first story that I've written this way -- in segments here and there. Usually it has to flow naturally, A then B then C in order, but here it was all over the place, and then I was piecing parts together. I reckon that's why it's taken me so damn long to get it done, and edited, and to a stage that I actually like what I've written.
You guys, this is quite, quite
shameless. It's been ages since I've written so. Much. Smut. In one story. I'm almost a little embarrassed to post it -- but it's utter self-indulgence, and kink indulgence, and I just have to get it out there already. DON'T JUDGE ME. At least, not too harshly! :DTitle:
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rimming, object penetration, really explicit sex, a serious tattoo kink, mild angst, possessive!Sherlock and happy-with-it!JohnDisclaimer:
Sherlock and John in this incarnation belong to The Moff, Gatiss and the BBC, as well as to ACD.Summary:
John has a present for Sherlock; Sherlock definitely approves.Notes:
This started life as a small Boxing Day PWP aiming to showcase my rather huge tattoo kink -- but as most of you may know, I just CAN'T write PWPs, so a fair amount of plot snuck its way in. There are so many fab pieces out there on the subject of tattoos, and what they mean, and their psychological impact; I first started thinking about it after reading thinkpink20
's version (where it's Sherlock who gets the tattoo), and then wordstrings
' latest story came out, and I just had to sit down and start writing. There's a lot of personal stuff in this story, in that it closely reflects my views on the whole tattooing lark. Anyway, onto the fic! Title comes from the following quote: Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail,
by Ralph Waldo Emerson, because I rather think it says a lot about Sherlock and John and what they mean to each other. For tattoo_kink
, who requested just such a story the other day for Make Me A Monday and gave me the much-needed kick up the arse to finally get this finished.( Leave a Trail )