Angel ,'Just Rewards (2)'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
There's hi, hello kisses, fuck-off kisses, I-hate-you-let's-fuck kisses, long slow kisses that taste like spring kisses, frantic drunk sex-in-an-bathroom kisses, apology kisses, you-are-amazing kisses... Careful kisses, careless kisses, caring kisses. Wrestling matches in the mouth. Tougnastics. Wine-tasting kisses. Apples-in-fall kisses. Tequila at midnight kisses.Mmmmm, kissage...
Man, I miss feeling motivated to write porn.
Though, looking at what happens when I am motivated to write porn, well...
t re-reads that one piece of entirely wrong, clicks the back button posty-hasty
Right. Well.
Perhaps the lack of motivation is really for the best.
Looking like San Francisco. Or, well, Oakland. I think. I guess. Unless something happens.
Yay! I'm going to have to move to the West Coast (of USA or Canada) in a few years, aren't I? 'Cause by that time, ALL of y'all will live there.
Erinporn! It's like being in the Spike's Bitch thread back in the day, before there was a seperate thread for workshopping porn fic, original or fannish.
::loves y'all::
Any late-night USistas or un-Americans awake out there? I need to dance wildly around with someone.
Know why?
DONE WITH MY GRADING FOR THE YEAR!
ETA: And oh YES Fay, you must move to our coast. It needs your glittery goodness!
Ah well...I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow.
I shall content myself by believing that Bitches all over the world suddenly felt a little happy flutter down on them like glitter.
G'night, lovelies!
I promised myself I would be in bed by midnight. I lied.
But in my defense, I also made my bathtub a much happier place.
There were massive strips of icky-feeling nonstick plastered all over it. And combined with the lack of depth, it was really only good for just medicinal purposes and then only in dire circumstances.
I realized tonight that I could rip those strips up and then I scrubbed the whole thing out to try and rid it of adhesive residue. Then filled it with hot water and a Waving Not Drowning. Still shallower than I would prefer but the improvement is thousandfold.
Mmmm bathtubage... It's not somewhere I can lounge for hours, but it is now a usable bath. ::sighs and smiles::
Though, looking at what happens when I am motivated to write porn, well...The Kissinger bits or the having a baby bits? Cause the Tickybox is a fabulous result of the Teh Sex. The Kissinger? Well, we all have our odd kinks.
Yay! I'm going to have to move to the West Coast (of USA or Canada) in a few years, aren't I?Yes. It's an unfortunate thing but you must give up exploring more interesting bits of the globe and come play on the West Coast. And bring the darling shoes please.
Off to crash into bed now. I might be getting onto a less terrifyingly nocturnal schedule. Which is good as I have a few different fiercely diurnal guests here for the next week or so and will have to be Morning Girl.
Damn I love having a bathtub that is at least marginally usable again. My old 1929s-ish deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep cast iron tub really skewed my good tubometer, I realize. But this is usable now. I loves baths.
And fire. I also really like fire. I suspect that the blues that come with the rainy seasons here might be tempered by the oooooooh fire! that also come with cooler weather.
::loves y'all::::loves y'back::
And the A's have swept the Yankees!!! And they are back over 500 again.
w00t!!!
Cold and rainy here, so no beach today. Ptui.
Bitches all over the world suddenly felt a little happy flutter down on themI left that showerhead back in Californina, sadly...
Heh.
I waving-not-drowninged last night too, Cass. It was good.
Way to go, Kristin!
Meanwhile...Oh. My. God.
How unspeakablty cool would this be?
(I'm busy researching tall ships for a book idea, and I just found this. And if I start saving now, I could, conceivably, do this in January. Maybe.)