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The plan for tonight was:
Sex Scene.
(Whee!) Which would make for Happy Billy.
But unfortunately, the sex fairies skipped out and left me dealing with the migraine fairies, who (quite frankly) suck.
So instead of a nice friendly, sensible continuation of the story I began yesterday, we get this out-of-joint little blather of wrongness from the costume party, PM. And I didn't even get to the part where Justin wanders into the hallway!
But, with the pounding, and the crying, typing is a problem. So.
My brain has been informed of my distress with the current situation, and hopefully will stop hurting soon.
Without further whining-
~
A snippet of a snippet,
by snivellinggroaningbilly
“Fuck, JC. You know I’ve been wanting you for years, and just. Fuck. That skirt is fucking see-through. Even Joey wants to lick your ass when you wiggle around on those damn heels. You can’t just…” His frustration increasing, Chris simply growled and bit the back of JC’s neck.
Chris pressed more firmly against him, moving aside for an instant only to pull the skirt up over JC’s hips. His tiny lace briefs did nothing to shield him from the heat of Chris’ erection. JC moaned, unable to articulate even for himself the reasons they should *not* fuck in this hallway right now. His legs spread seemingly of their own will, and Chris was satisfyingly large forcing his way between them.
There was a ripping sound, and JC realized Chris had just cut the straps on his panties with a *knife*. He struggled a bit, trying not to come right away.
~
Sniffle.
Night, folks.
Sex Scene.
(Whee!) Which would make for Happy Billy.
But unfortunately, the sex fairies skipped out and left me dealing with the migraine fairies, who (quite frankly) suck.
So instead of a nice friendly, sensible continuation of the story I began yesterday, we get this out-of-joint little blather of wrongness from the costume party, PM. And I didn't even get to the part where Justin wanders into the hallway!
But, with the pounding, and the crying, typing is a problem. So.
My brain has been informed of my distress with the current situation, and hopefully will stop hurting soon.
Without further whining-
~
A snippet of a snippet,
by snivellinggroaningbilly
“Fuck, JC. You know I’ve been wanting you for years, and just. Fuck. That skirt is fucking see-through. Even Joey wants to lick your ass when you wiggle around on those damn heels. You can’t just…” His frustration increasing, Chris simply growled and bit the back of JC’s neck.
Chris pressed more firmly against him, moving aside for an instant only to pull the skirt up over JC’s hips. His tiny lace briefs did nothing to shield him from the heat of Chris’ erection. JC moaned, unable to articulate even for himself the reasons they should *not* fuck in this hallway right now. His legs spread seemingly of their own will, and Chris was satisfyingly large forcing his way between them.
There was a ripping sound, and JC realized Chris had just cut the straps on his panties with a *knife*. He struggled a bit, trying not to come right away.
~
Sniffle.
Night, folks.
