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I decided to try to chronicle my foray into puppy fandom, but it's a much bigger writing project than I expected. Why do I have so many thoughts? How am I supposed to organize them? I need to hire a filing clerk for my brain. For cheap, though, as I'm trying to save money just now.
So for now, I'm going to merely share another snippet with ya'll. I'd actually like to share this one plus another piece of yesterday's tale, but I don't want to be the bandwidth sucking cyber vampire from hell. Maybe I should actually just get a paid account, ya think?
I had this scary vision of Tobias Beecher in a fairytale that include Ray Vecchio. Just be glad I'm sparing you *that* write-up.
:O)
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Oh, yeah, snippet again.
by submarineglacierbilly
The skirt was pink, and swirled delicately around JC’s ankles. The length gave it an old-fashioned air that went beautifully with the sleeveless cotton blouse. Strappy pink sandals and one of his favorite turquoise necklaces finished the look. Spinning one last time in front of the full-length mirror, JC turned to his friends. Justin’s eyes were glowing, a deep midnight blue that radiated approval.
Joey smiled, and the way his eyes lingered on JC’s legs was a definite compliment. Nelly laughed, whistled, and said “daaaaaaamn!” very pleasingly. Chris was silent except for the impatient tapping of his twitchy leg on JC’s hardwood floor. It was a disappointment, but JC simply took his lack of reaction in stride and snatched the pink, lacy shawl from his grandmother’s rocker as Justin held the door open for him.
They were going to a costume party, and his outfit was certainly not going to be the most outrageous there. Chris’ pirate costume looked very nice, and authentic enough to make JC shiver pleasantly when he caught a black-eyed glare in the limousine. Joey was resplendent in cloth-of-gold. He claimed he was dressed as an obscure Ethiopian prince, but JC privately thought it looked more the outfit of a Russian ambassador in the reign of the last Czar.
Justin was wearing a blue suit he said had been modelled off the one worn by the Beast in the Disney film Beauty and the Beast, while Nelly simply went in his stage gear, dressed up as himself. Justin said that was cheap, but seemed much more interested in giving JC fond glances and sitting very close than in criticizing Nelly. It was nice, but it would be even nicer if Chris would say something instead of just glaring in that sexy way.
It was true that JC loved Justin, and had loved him for several years now. But Chris was usually to be counted on for attention and affection also. Since JC was fairly sure that Justin’s sexual development was still stuck on the fairytale stage, wherein bisexuality did not even enter conscious awareness, he depended on Chris for the appraising glances and inuendo that assured him of his own attractiveness.
Now here was Chris, and not only was he ignoring the bare leg JC had stretched out right in front of him, he was radiating an almost palpable hostility. If it wasn’t for Joey’s atypical attentiveness, JC might have even questioned his attire. Daringly, JC allowed one sandalled foot to brush Chris’ knee. Instead of the playful tickling he half expected, Chris responded almost violently, shoving his bandmate’s foot away and turning abruptly in his seat to look out the window at the smoggy L.A. freeway.
Joey, ever sensitive to group atmosphere, began a story about a dancer that had tripped over Carson Daly in a nightclub. Justin took the opportunity to lean in to JC and whisper something about protecting him from the scary pirate. JC wasn’t completely certain, but he thought Justin might have just called him “Baby Girl”. It was rather pleasurable. Especially since Chris still wouldn’t look at him.
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So, the plan is to put a nice explicit sex scene in tomorrow's entry. Think it'll happen? Somebody leave a tooth for the sex dream fairies, would'ja?
So for now, I'm going to merely share another snippet with ya'll. I'd actually like to share this one plus another piece of yesterday's tale, but I don't want to be the bandwidth sucking cyber vampire from hell. Maybe I should actually just get a paid account, ya think?
I had this scary vision of Tobias Beecher in a fairytale that include Ray Vecchio. Just be glad I'm sparing you *that* write-up.
:O)
~
Oh, yeah, snippet again.
by submarineglacierbilly
The skirt was pink, and swirled delicately around JC’s ankles. The length gave it an old-fashioned air that went beautifully with the sleeveless cotton blouse. Strappy pink sandals and one of his favorite turquoise necklaces finished the look. Spinning one last time in front of the full-length mirror, JC turned to his friends. Justin’s eyes were glowing, a deep midnight blue that radiated approval.
Joey smiled, and the way his eyes lingered on JC’s legs was a definite compliment. Nelly laughed, whistled, and said “daaaaaaamn!” very pleasingly. Chris was silent except for the impatient tapping of his twitchy leg on JC’s hardwood floor. It was a disappointment, but JC simply took his lack of reaction in stride and snatched the pink, lacy shawl from his grandmother’s rocker as Justin held the door open for him.
They were going to a costume party, and his outfit was certainly not going to be the most outrageous there. Chris’ pirate costume looked very nice, and authentic enough to make JC shiver pleasantly when he caught a black-eyed glare in the limousine. Joey was resplendent in cloth-of-gold. He claimed he was dressed as an obscure Ethiopian prince, but JC privately thought it looked more the outfit of a Russian ambassador in the reign of the last Czar.
Justin was wearing a blue suit he said had been modelled off the one worn by the Beast in the Disney film Beauty and the Beast, while Nelly simply went in his stage gear, dressed up as himself. Justin said that was cheap, but seemed much more interested in giving JC fond glances and sitting very close than in criticizing Nelly. It was nice, but it would be even nicer if Chris would say something instead of just glaring in that sexy way.
It was true that JC loved Justin, and had loved him for several years now. But Chris was usually to be counted on for attention and affection also. Since JC was fairly sure that Justin’s sexual development was still stuck on the fairytale stage, wherein bisexuality did not even enter conscious awareness, he depended on Chris for the appraising glances and inuendo that assured him of his own attractiveness.
Now here was Chris, and not only was he ignoring the bare leg JC had stretched out right in front of him, he was radiating an almost palpable hostility. If it wasn’t for Joey’s atypical attentiveness, JC might have even questioned his attire. Daringly, JC allowed one sandalled foot to brush Chris’ knee. Instead of the playful tickling he half expected, Chris responded almost violently, shoving his bandmate’s foot away and turning abruptly in his seat to look out the window at the smoggy L.A. freeway.
Joey, ever sensitive to group atmosphere, began a story about a dancer that had tripped over Carson Daly in a nightclub. Justin took the opportunity to lean in to JC and whisper something about protecting him from the scary pirate. JC wasn’t completely certain, but he thought Justin might have just called him “Baby Girl”. It was rather pleasurable. Especially since Chris still wouldn’t look at him.
~
So, the plan is to put a nice explicit sex scene in tomorrow's entry. Think it'll happen? Somebody leave a tooth for the sex dream fairies, would'ja?
