*sigh* I am helping my grandmother computerize notes for her memoire, which means literally decades of Christmas letters where she talks about all the "different colored people" she saw on the plane and how her daughter made friends with [lists ethnicities here] but makes sure to point out that her daughter's boyfriend is white. blarrrrgh
Um, I think I just wrote you H50 NC-17 handjob fic. What?dodger_sisterJune 8 2011, 04:42:02 UTC
Oh. Sorry, that does not sound fun. But it is really nice of you to help your grandma.
Here, let me make it a little easier to deal with...
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Steve was on his back under the car, even though it was really too hot for anything outside, let alone laying smack down on the radiating pavement of the garage floor. He could barely hear the sound of traffic over the roar of his radio, which may or may not have been belting some Styx.
This was probably how he didn't hear the man approaching, let alone notice him drop to his knees between Steve's splayed legs. Danny probably would kick his ass for being caught so unaware later.
Though sometimes Danny getting pissed could be fun too.
Steve jerked hard when the rough hands grabbed his ankles and yanked his legs father apart. He started to push off, fight back, when the hands began traveling up his legs, past his knees and holy shit, up under the cuffs of his shorts, but then instinct had him relaxing.
Because he knew those hands. Knew the way they touched him, feather-light and
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*passes tea*
The rent-boy fic was GLORIOUS. I CELEBRATE YOUR FABULOUSNESS.
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Hope the day can only get better!
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Pretty good so far! And I have a pedicure lined up for tomorrow, so good days all around!
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Yay, BFF! I hope it helps her. I really do.
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Me too. I've heard really good things. :/
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even though i now have to go read racist christmas letters for five hours.
What? Why?
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Here, let me make it a little easier to deal with...
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Steve was on his back under the car, even though it was really too hot for anything outside, let alone laying smack down on the radiating pavement of the garage floor. He could barely hear the sound of traffic over the roar of his radio, which may or may not have been belting some Styx.
This was probably how he didn't hear the man approaching, let alone notice him drop to his knees between Steve's splayed legs. Danny probably would kick his ass for being caught so unaware later.
Though sometimes Danny getting pissed could be fun too.
Steve jerked hard when the rough hands grabbed his ankles and yanked his legs father apart. He started to push off, fight back, when the hands began traveling up his legs, past his knees and holy shit, up under the cuffs of his shorts, but then instinct had him relaxing.
Because he knew those hands. Knew the way they touched him, feather-light and ( ... )
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OH BB, HNNNNGH, I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING POTC 4 (AGAIN) AND THIS. aldjflaskdfjalsd MY DAY IS AWESOME.
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