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No. 3963
I snuck into the godforsaken lands of the red base, in Gravel pit. We had captured point B, and were well on our way to capturing A, when something other than a turret to sap came to my vision.

And captured my heart.

I saw a deligtfully modern lady, on this battlefield. She had on a disgusting red dress and headband, but it made me feel that she made the most dishonourable of colours, red, seem right. She was waving after that cocktail sausage sized wimp, the red scout. I cloaked and watched her sit on the steps outside their base.

I went behind her, and de cloaked. I grabbed her mouth and whispered "Hush now petite madame. I mean you no harm. But if you call for the people in your team, they will mean me harm. I'm going to let go now. Please don't shout." I released her from my bond, and she looked back at me with hazel eyes of fire. "Blu spy!" She exclaimed. "I was just visiting my son. I didn't expect you to be here. Please leave, it is forbidden for you to be here." She pleaded, with a look in her eyes of sorrow and the animalistic lust of a pyro.

"Forbidden. Like our amour".

Not knowing how she'd react, I grabbed her head and closed in for a passionate kiss. Our lips and tounges intertwined and embraced each other, as did we. "Oh Mr Spy. I can't do this. I don't even know your name!". She whispered, amidst her moans of delight. "Just call me Jacque". I asserted. She replied "But spies aren't meant to be known by name!" I said "How do you know that's my real name?" She sighed happily and said "touche."

She kissed me and started to remove my suit. I kissed her back and eased her out of her dress, and cut her bra off with my butterfly knife. It was so tempting to end her, when my knife ran slowly between her sholderblades and down her spine, but I loved her too much. She pulled at my mask, and I took her hands and twisted them behind her back. "Non non, mon etite chou-fleur. Ze masque, stays on." I let her go, and she fell onto the gritty dirt. Her eyes went even wilder, like a stampede of heavy weapons guys, all screaming like bears. She pounced onto me and pinned me to the ground and caressed my baguette. I playfully squeezed her bosom and tugged at her nipples. She then proceeded to mount me and let out a sigh of relief and pleasure.

She knew her way around a man, that's for sure. But then again, she was on the red side; I wouldn't be suprised if they went though batallions full of men. But mon petite wouldn't be like that. She was so natural and so pure, even as she bounced on by hard baguette, she was blushing and looking at me with her naive, yet lustful eyes. Still grinding, she went in for another kiss. We joined together as one so many times, as the red team continually went past us, thanks to my Mann Co Cloak And dagger watch, who, just like our bodies and our love, thought we were one being, and one love. As she climaxed for the second time, I felt my eruption close in. She could sense it too, giving me a big smile as she humped me even faster. I grunted loudly as I came, and feared the enemy might sense us.

She came to a slow stop, and leant onto me, my baguette still inside her. She lay on my chest, and looked at me, while rubbing my ribs, and gave my chin a kiss. "I love you Jaque." She sighed, and I loved her too. "I love you too, mon amour. But we cannot be. Maybe we will sense each other's warmth in Viaduct, or dry each other off with our steamy lust in Well, or go sight seeing in the sandy dunes of Egypt. But we cannot have the normal love anyone else shares. Maybe someday.

.-.-...-.-..--.-..-.--.--..--...-

It's been twenty years since I last saw that beutiful woman, the scout's mother. I had the option of engraving her onto my Amabassedor, and I took that option. Whenever I see a scout attack me, I always wonder, if he came from the love I had for her, or was he just another sap from brooklyn.

Goodbye Mon Amour. Instead of your warm body, I have your image on a cold gun. I will forever treasure that moment we shared in Gravel Pit.
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>> No. 3964
Baguette.
>> No. 3965
Know what I want?
Some SERIOUS Spy/Scout's Mom. :(
>> No. 3966
Raffle :

I love you too, mon amour. But we cannot be. Maybe we will sense each other's warmth in Viaduct, or dry each other off with our steamy lust in Well, or go sight seeing in the sandy dunes of Egypt. But we cannot have the normal love anyone else shares. Maybe someday.

______________

Oh come on. it has drama and passion and everything!
>> No. 4042
you know, I bet this would be getting a lot more replies if scout's mom had a dick. Or something.
>> No. 4046
>>5

I know, right? I'd love to see more hetero pairings; not that I'm a homophobe, but it would be a nice change of pace.
>> No. 4051
>>6
Please, go ahead and write some! Women are few and far between in the sausage-festival-universe that is TF2, but even a big fag like me enjoys some well-written heterosexuality as a palate-cleanser from time to time.
>> No. 4099
Keep it up, bro.

>>5
well gee, it was only posted today.
>> No. 4187
any suggestions for improvement? I haven't written adult fiction before, and I haven't gotten laid for 2 years.
>> No. 4188
I'm going to suggest a beta http://www.tf2chan.net/help/res/675.html

I really dig that you're a straight dude writing porn on a board dominated by homosexual pairings.
>> No. 4189
>>11

seriously bro; be a rebel.


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