I think I would worry if I undressed a man and found that his penis was dead. Even if he had it on ice, and it was not thus gangrenous, I suspect it would still be somewhat of a turn-off. It's just my personal thing, you realize.
Glory ,'The Killer In Me'
Boxed Set, Vol. 1: Smallville, Due South, Farscape
A topic for the discussion of Farscape, Smallville, and Due South. Beware possible invasions of Stargate, Highlander, or pretty much anything else that captures our fancy. Expect Adult Content and discussion of the Big Gay Sex.
This is not how a cock throbs.
Nor have I ever seen one shooting off electrical sparks. This could, of course, be due to deficiencies in my experience. Maybe if I started dating X-men....
Maybe if I started dating X-men....
Or even just x-tra sparky men.
This phrase "He thought that he would be able to detach" - made me think that the toothache phrase was meant to convey that Fraser's still latched onto Ray like a remora.
the toothache phrase was meant to convey that Fraser's still latched onto Ray like a remora.
They have a parasitic yet sharky love.
Elsewhere she mentions a "shing-ding" which really is a gifted, special, riding the short bus kind of misspelling.
She also has a curious idea of masterbation, which inspired my new porcelian lover icon.
Okay, so dinner had been tough but walking to the car had been tougher because the erection in his pants was pure torture with every step that he took. Sitting was unbearable because he felt that if his cock was any more stiff it would spear right through his leg as he drove to the Consulate. It seemed like forever until he made it to the Consulate then he bade the Mountie good night without the kiss that he had hoped for but that didn't matter because he had an emergency on his hands that needed his immediate attention. He revved up the car and sped away.
The detective nearly broke every speed limit as he rushed to his apartment, unlocked the door and practically ran to his bathroom, locking the door behind him. He knew that he had to take care of business and he didn't want anyone barging in, not that anyone would barge in, of course. "OH-h-h-h-h!' he moaned as his warm juices spurt out into the toilet some of it splattering to the floor. Ray reached one hand to the wall to steady himself then smiled as he gazed at the Mountie's photo that was taped to his medicine cabinet.
And then later, Fraser calls Ray while Ray is watching Diagnosis Murder...
Ray smiled and nodded. "Oh, I'll sleep really well now, Fraser." Then both men hung up and Ray found himself visiting his brand-new porcelain lover, the toilet again.
Edited to add another paragraph so it's clearer what's going on.
With that first bit of the passage, I'd have thought the guy was peeing. I guess that is a major sign of bad-fic, if it's hard for the reader to tell which bodily function is being engaged in.