Happy New Year to you too, Aiden. 2008 will be an exciting year for you, won't it?
I bet you get sick of people saying that. Because as if you don't realize you're pregnant and all. Still Happy New Year. You can always get drunk next New Years Eve. That is, of course, unless your pregnant, again.
And hell no, I feel that this is a one time only event. And if I ever do it again, it will be planned. Planned so that I can get drunk at Christmas and New Years. The times that society demands that you be drunk.
I don't think any of us would ever go back to the Viagra night. I don't think that Greg has fully forgiven me for that one.
You know what I miss playing? Darts. But I was never very good. I haven't been allowed to play them since the unfortunate night I lodged on in my Great Uncle's behind.
See, that's what I thought. You two needed incentive to get it on. Because you should be getting it on as much as you can, which I know is hard with the three babies and the zoo.
I would love to lasso. Can you lasso chickens? I would think that would be very challenging. And fun.
Sometimes though, you're just not in the mood to be getting anything on. But I'm sure you understand that.
I've never tried to lasso chickens. I think they'd be too small. Something like a baby calf, or a foal, or a toddler, or Greg, might be better to try to lasso.
I am a healthy young man, morning...*ahem* boners not withstanding...so to speak. But sometimes, you just don't feel like it. As hot as Greg is.
You can watch me lasso Greg. And the triplets. I'll start practicing so that by the time the triplets are a year or so older, I'll be able to lasso all three of them, plus Greg.
Although I'll warn you, Greg gets kinda hot for the whole cowboy thing, so you may need to conveniently excuse yourself if that happens.
I play the town sheriff, and Greg plays the reckless wild stallion of a man. It's one of the scenarios Greg came up with that doesn't embarrass the hell out of me.
Ass-less chaps? Hmmm. How much money? What terms are there? I'm considering it because one of my resolutions is to be less vanilla. Strangely, it was the same resolution I made at the beginning of last year...
Oooh, that sounds like a seriously good play date.
And hell, if it makes you more comfortable, I can even come pick up the triplets and get out of there, and you and two can just play your game. I'll buy the chaps. You just have to wear them.
And I take it your vanilla means something like mandatory sex every Wednesday and Saturday, after watching the news. No more than 12 minutes cuddling, and you have to wash the sheets after.
Wow. I thought you'd want to watch, or take pictures or something. If you're going to give me money to wear ass-less chaps just for Greg AND you're going to baby-sit the triplets? Hell, we might have ourself a deal!
It did mean something to that effect. Also, no kink, no dirty talk and yes, sex usually restrained to the bedroom. It's not that I didn't like those thing before. I guess I never felt confident doing anything out of the norm.
I suppose I realize that in reality, what am I going to do with pictures of a gay man's ass? It really doesn't do me any good at all. Plus, if I'm not there, it frees you and Greg up to do more of the things that you should be doing.
Hmmm. Some people are like that. And while I don't suggest you get into fisting or anything, you could do with a little dirty talk.
I don't know Aiden. You could use them against me in the future, kind of like a blackmailing scheme or something. It's not the first time that incriminating pictorial evidence of me has been used like that.
In the not-so-recent past, I have heard two words I never want to hear from you again: boner and fisting. I'm thinking of starting a list.
I never got why anyone would ever blackmail you, Stokes. I mean, if I wanted something bad enough that the option of blackmailing came to mind, I know you would do it anyway because you're a nice guy. Also, blackmailing your friends is really stupid, and always ends poorly.
Ohh, a list. Then you probably don't want me to suggest you perform analingus, do you?
I bet you get sick of people saying that. Because as if you don't realize you're pregnant and all. Still Happy New Year. You can always get drunk next New Years Eve. That is, of course, unless your pregnant, again.
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And hell no, I feel that this is a one time only event. And if I ever do it again, it will be planned. Planned so that I can get drunk at Christmas and New Years. The times that society demands that you be drunk.
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I'd almost, almost let you spike my drink with Viagra again, if it made the night more entertaining for you. Better than staring at a wall.
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You know what I miss playing? Darts. But I was never very good. I haven't been allowed to play them since the unfortunate night I lodged on in my Great Uncle's behind.
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Darts, eh? Haven't played darts since college. I should teach you how to lasso one day. It will come in handy once your baby starts to walk.
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I would love to lasso. Can you lasso chickens? I would think that would be very challenging. And fun.
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I've never tried to lasso chickens. I think they'd be too small. Something like a baby calf, or a foal, or a toddler, or Greg, might be better to try to lasso.
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Can I watch you lasso Greg? Or the triplets? I personally vote for Greg.
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You can watch me lasso Greg. And the triplets. I'll start practicing so that by the time the triplets are a year or so older, I'll be able to lasso all three of them, plus Greg.
Although I'll warn you, Greg gets kinda hot for the whole cowboy thing, so you may need to conveniently excuse yourself if that happens.
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I double dare you to wear ass-less chaps when you do. I'd even pay money.
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Ass-less chaps? Hmmm. How much money? What terms are there? I'm considering it because one of my resolutions is to be less vanilla. Strangely, it was the same resolution I made at the beginning of last year...
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And hell, if it makes you more comfortable, I can even come pick up the triplets and get out of there, and you and two can just play your game. I'll buy the chaps. You just have to wear them.
And I take it your vanilla means something like mandatory sex every Wednesday and Saturday, after watching the news. No more than 12 minutes cuddling, and you have to wash the sheets after.
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It did mean something to that effect. Also, no kink, no dirty talk and yes, sex usually restrained to the bedroom. It's not that I didn't like those thing before. I guess I never felt confident doing anything out of the norm.
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Hmmm. Some people are like that. And while I don't suggest you get into fisting or anything, you could do with a little dirty talk.
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In the not-so-recent past, I have heard two words I never want to hear from you again: boner and fisting. I'm thinking of starting a list.
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Ohh, a list. Then you probably don't want me to suggest you perform analingus, do you?
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