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I don't wear skirts.
I'm too tired to write.a damn shame.
and now i feel .... 'writerly' ish....esque
but im typing horridly.
I'm too tired to write.
and
im probably too drunk:
As she turned off the light, she smiled, remembering the feelings from the day. She oughtn’t have been reveling over the events of the day, given the fact that she was an adulteress but what could have been sweeter than the taste of his kisses as they both fought for the next intake of air?
It had been a wonderful spring day. The blue bells taunted them with their perfection as the swayed gently in the softly blowing breeze. How long it had been since they sampled one another, only the figment of their imaginations could answer that question.
Holding hands, they walked across the bed of blindingly green grass, absently kicking at errant weeds in their haste to make their way to a privacy they only knew.
im such a stupid romantic.
And yet....... *swoon*
careful, im a lezbean with hetero tendencies... you might find yourself raped.
Its not rape if I want it to happen.
You should read what I'm writing.and
im probably too drunk:
As she turned off the light, she smiled, remembering the feelings from the day. She oughtn’t have been reveling over the events of the day, given the fact that she was an adulteress but what could have been sweeter than the taste of his kisses as they both fought for the next intake of air?
It had been a wonderful spring day. The blue bells taunted them with their perfection as the swayed gently in the softly blowing breeze. How long it had been since they sampled one another, only the figment of their imaginations could answer that question.
Holding hands, they walked across the bed of blindingly green grass, absently kicking at errant weeds in their haste to make their way to a privacy they only knew.
im such a stupid romantic.
*squirm*You should read what I'm writing.
__________
I’m lost.
I have been since the moment after I heard de Brunel. My only thought was to protect Marguerite from him. At that instant I knew how deeply she was in my heart.
My lips meet hers, press against them. Our arms go around each other and we moan as one. The first tap of my tongue makes her open without hesitation. It toys with me. Marguerite quivers in my embrace.
Pulling away, I nuzzle at her neck and taste the sweet satin of her skin. My hand comes up to stroke the back of her neck. Already it’s starting to dew from her heat.
“Gunther! Please, we shouldn’t.” The words are thick with passion.
I lean back to look into her face. Her ruddy features, slack lips, glittering eyes display her joy at what is happening. “‘Should’ has nothing to do with it, liebchen. ‘Must’ everything. Do not deny it. I can see it in you, feel it as you can in me. We must have one another.”
My head goes down and I lick at the hollow of her throat. Light kisses dance downwards, tickling the sensitive mounds that rise from her gown.
Her back arches as she presses her upper body against me. “Gunther! Please.”
Her request this time contains the opposite meaning of the first. Her social mores no longer hold her back. She no longer denies we must have one another. Leaving off my sensuous play, I kiss her again, hard this time. The soft, sweet wetness of her mouth inflames me. My member grows granite hard at the pure lust the taste of her invokes.
__________
Sorry. Finished first draft and we're into rewrites. Gunther he shall remain.*squirm*
but my sweetness, please change the name of gunther?
i wrote a tale about gunther the garbage man...he was trans sexual off spring of pavaroti!
other wise... BLISS!
Sorry. Finished first draft and we're into rewrites. Gunther he shall remain.
You and me both. I think I'll go read the story I wrote for her.The thought of Vella La La squirming makes me smile.
quote me verse and ill toss myself over a bed of coals, gladly!The thought of Vella La La squirming makes me smile.
You and me both. I think I'll go read the story I wrote for her.
dear god... im smiling like a fool...
Hoist those skirts a leetle higher!'
ya know, if ya wanna.
I don't wear skirts.
I don't wear skirts.
tease!!!!!I wear skirts...
I"m bringing my kilt to Chicago. Is that good enough?
tease!!!!!
only if you have a blue ribbon...
real men wear skirts...
....or loin cloths.