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[turps]

The shopping trip has been survived and I'm alive, which I managed with the help of trumpeterofdoom who kept me amused with sdb porny thoughts, I mean what better place to discuss Lance wanking than when you're shopping *g*

Now I'm sitting alone because James has gone to bingo and Corey is at his friend's house until later so I'm going to catch up on things while I can. But first I must tell you the slashy ideas James and I were sharing in the car. Because man, it was badfic central in there, especially when he gave me a line he said I should put in my next story. Are you ready for this?

JC was a crafty butcher because he liked to slip in the meat through the back door. A line of beauty I think. Sadly the conversation took a turn for the better worse when cocks thicker than wrists that spurt hot cum came into play. Don't you just love that word? It's such a lovely onomatopoeia Spurt. Sssspurt.Spurting hot cum, geysers of the stuff, a white fountain splattering the room.Pulsating manmeat that spurts manfat in an endless explosion. Why yes, I do visit Nifty on occasions, can you tell? ;)

Then when we came back I found a postcard saying we can have a garage if we want. A garage! Man, we've been waiting 8 years and now we can have one at last.

I've just had a quick look at the flist and some people are talking about lurkers. I don't care in the slightest if I have lurkers, I mean I'm naturally a lurker myself, if comes with being shy and getting intimidated easily so you know feel free to lurk at will, but really if you want to come and chat to me do so. I'm friendly and quite normal ;) I'm also quite happy to chat about most things so comment away, or don't, there's no stressing about it on my end. It's funny because I always assume no one reads this but the people who comment, then I'll see something that shows that's not true at all. Like the most delightful rimming comment I got last night, which I must answer now.

Sort of related to this lurking thing, let me say a blanket hi to all the new people around here, the majority of which seem to be JuC girls for some reason. And with that I'll go to do something which is really me going to make a coffee and fire up the old ftp.

ETA: Okay, lets make this official then *g* Gakked from Eva If you read my journal and you've never commented or said hello, I'd love it if you'd do that. Just...say hi. Give me a wave. And then you can go back to watching if you want. I promise I don't bite. And I'll wave back. : ) Which is what I said above but easier to understand ;)

Comments

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness for that. I'd hate anyone to think I like going to that place or anything ;)

Oh man, rimming! People have been teasing me for ages now because I have such a craving for rimming fics, so I mentioned it again last night and another rimming fan commented here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/turps33/369681.html?replyto=4402961) and now I'm sitting with the most delightful images in my head as I wonder about what stories to include.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

*whispers* There's rimming in the epic :)

And here, have a wee bit of rimming, just 'cos (not from the epic, just random rimming *g*):

Until Chris started sleeping with JC, the kinkiest thing he'd ever done was get a blowjob while someone else watched. Which, okay, not your ordinary run-of-the-mill practice, but still.

After he hooked up with JC, though, that started to seem pretty tame.

JC, it seemed, didn't have many -- if any -- squicks, and he was a really oral person. And the greatest thing about that combination was Chris learned about rimming, up close and personal, as it were.

Hard to even think about it -- or maybe he was hard *because* he was thinking about it. The way JC liked Chris to start out on his belly, legs spread while JC kissed up and down his ass, nuzzling at his inner thighs, just a whisper of breath blowing over tender skin. Kisses led to bites, quick and random, no pattern, over his cheeks before delving inward. The quick bites felt like hard little pinches--not enough to hurt, just to warm him up. And JC always licked over each one afterward, his tongue wet and warm and soothing.

Usually by then Chris was pushing back toward JC, whimpering softly, his breathing faster from the teasing. JC liked to tease, and would trail one finger down between Chris's cheeks, rubbing over the small knot of muscle, then pressing against it lightly. When Chris shivered and pushed back, JC would laugh...and then help Chris up onto his hands and knees, spreading him wider with his hands.

The first touch of JC's tongue was always a tease--always. Slick and smooth, fluttering around his hole but never touching it. Until Chris was rocking back and forth, hissing under his breath. Then the fluttering touches got closer, got longer, until JC was licking over and around, pressing the tip of his tongue against loosening muscle.

Chris felt wide-open, so exposed, like that--but he wouldn't tell JC to stop, for anything. Instead he would shift, trying to open himself even more, to feel JC's tongue everywhere, all at once. When JC pressed his tongue just inside Chris, it was all he could do not to come on the spot, because holy fuck.

He never lasted through a tongue-fucking. Never. It usually only took a few strokes in and out, JC's tongue so hot against his skin, and Chris would take himself in hand and squeeze, and come, gasping.

:)

[digital-diva.livejournal.com]

**dead**

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

I wasn't trying to KILL anyone... *offers mouth-to-mouth*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

*flails*

I don't know what to say, and am about to talk teenie but OMG!! Just, whoa, that was so hot and damn scratched my rimming itch so well. Which sounds perverted but is so true.

I'll incoherent with joy here. Thank you so much!

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

*beams* You're very welcome :) It's good for me to flex the writing-by-myself muscles on occasion :) *flexes for you*

Seriously--I'm glad you liked it :)

[madame-d.livejournal.com]

Oh.my.god.

*fans self*

He never lasted through a tongue-fucking. Never.

Doesn't look like lasting is an option.

*stares* Guh gooh guuuuuh.

}:)