Very fast update

*hugs*

Yay for daffodils and growing gardens!

Oh honey, you are even busier than me, and it's saying something :) Wish you good luck and lots of energy. Hee re cats :)

*pounces* Eeee!!! I am baaaack!!!! *snuggles and smooches* :D ♥

Wow Toy, when exactly do you sleep? *hugs and offers a pillow*

I expect you'll survive, you always do, but I hope you fit some sleep in there somewhere!

My big parcel posted from NJ arrived okay within six days. Quarantine opened it but took nothing (which surprises me). I read the Aussie postal regs so so carefully, then included that quill pen from Snarry night! and feathers surely are a no-no. Ah well. I still have it.

So with any luck your stuff will turn up okay too.

*snuggles*

*hugs*! *thinking good postal thoughts* :p

You've been given a teenyfic by shinywhimsy!

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"Yes, that's right," said Snape, his voice a low rumble. "Lick your lips, pretend it's my cock."

Harry swallowed, then did as he was bid, licking his lips and thinking of what it might be like if they were coated in tangy fluid rather than sticky lip gloss. From the glazed look that came over Snape's eyes, he wasn't the only one whose mind was moving along those lines, so he continued, sliding his hands up his front and then tugging at his nipples through the slippery pink satin of the frilly babydoll he'd worn just for this occasion.

Snape moaned, and Harry pinched hard enough to force an echo of that moan from his own lips. "Feels good," he said with a gasp, leaning back against Snape's pillows and spreading his legs wantonly. His brand-new pink Mary Janes rested flat on the bedspread, paler pink stockings covering up to his thighs and his shiny pink satin knickers tented out and dampened by his need. "Daddy, want your cock more," he added, licking his lips again and fluttering his eyelashes coyly. He slid his hands up his thighs to press a finger right over his greedy, prepared entrance, though of course Snape couldn't see that, didn't know how ready he really was. "Please, Daddy?"

Snape smirked, and it sent a shiver of lust with just a touch of fear through Harry, that he'd taken the role a little too far. "I'm not sure you've been a good girl," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting his thigh. "And naughty girls need spankings from their Daddies."

Harry scrambled forward, over Snape's lap faster than he'd thought possible, pink-clad arse in the air and pink-shod feet kicking at the pillows. "I have been very naughty," he said, giving a little wriggle just to feel the cool roughness of Snape's wool robes against his tender skin.

"Yes," said Snape, hooking a finger into his panties and tugging them downward, trailing the fingertip along Harry's cleft as he went. "You have."