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[shewitt]

Nights are spent in overindulgence of fine wine sent from France from a friend who prepares for our visit. Drunk, he catcalls at young men passing down below as he's bent over the rail of the balcony, exposing his bareness to me, a silent plea. I coddle, strong against him, inside him, as I look over his shoulder, smiling knowingly at the lads

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[m_allan_sr71]

You know, there's just something about your writing that makes me wish I wasn't having such a shitty day...I am amazed.

[shewitt]

You sweet flatterer. I can only hope that such words may provide some small amount of relief. Yet, I'm not sure if my sex life is all that compelling.

[jasonkay]

You rend me speechless over and over again.

[shewitt]

I can only hope that's a good thing. Or did I mistakenly leave you bound in a closet somewhere?

[jasonkay]

You did, and forgot our arrangements of fags and vodka at the door. *grin*

It's a good speechless, as good as speechless can be. Warm and awe-struck speechless, or something.