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MHC Proclamation #49854980
You should never need the word 'sex' in a smut fic.
Sex is vital, visceral and even when it's bad it there. Consuming your ability to reason, slicing your mind into messy bits before you even realise something's happened. Nerves fire that otherwise never get the chance to come out and play. Sensations blur until you're nothing but this one moment - even random memories blend into the melange of so hot, so wet, pain and pleasure, and more, NOW, curled toes, slick fingers, imperfect rhythm and god is this legal?
Sex is like breathing, so natural and bizarre that you can do it before you understand exactly what it is. Wonderfully simple and painfully complex.
"And then they breathed. Harry was a good breather, talented and highly inventive."
Fuck that. Make me feel it.
Write around the word, PLEASE.
Never, never, never use the phrase 'pure sex'. You're not allowed. *stamps foot*
Sex is vital, visceral and even when it's bad it there. Consuming your ability to reason, slicing your mind into messy bits before you even realise something's happened. Nerves fire that otherwise never get the chance to come out and play. Sensations blur until you're nothing but this one moment - even random memories blend into the melange of so hot, so wet, pain and pleasure, and more, NOW, curled toes, slick fingers, imperfect rhythm and god is this legal?
Sex is like breathing, so natural and bizarre that you can do it before you understand exactly what it is. Wonderfully simple and painfully complex.
"And then they breathed. Harry was a good breather, talented and highly inventive."
Fuck that. Make me feel it.
Write around the word, PLEASE.
Never, never, never use the phrase 'pure sex'. You're not allowed. *stamps foot*