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19/8/05 02:39 (UTC)Chocolate Cheescake: Thanks, babe!
Cherry Cheesecake: Want to have sex?
Chocolate Cheesecake: Okay!
[cheesecakes have sex]
Cherry Cheesecake: I think I lost my cherry!
This has been a test of the Porn and Cheesecake Fiction Coalition. In the event of a *real* story, there would have been more of a plot. Or at least some sprinkles.
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19/8/05 02:42 (UTC)*ded*
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19/8/05 02:54 (UTC)* * *
It's been three fucking weeks since he'd been able to just . . . yes. Like that. Dim stares at the wooden palette beneath his feet, the water running down his legs to the ground, turning the pumpkin dirt a muddy russet and he just pumps.
Along the bottom edge, the canvas flaps in the wind, a bright orange sliver of light. Dust blows underneath and sticks to his feet, his ankles. He never gets his feet clean, these days, though he knows he's lucky enough that they managed this, a make shift camp shower, tent with no ceiling and a sunwarmed aluminum drum of water.
"There's a more out of the way place to do that, you know?"
Dim opens his eyes and sees Scream standing in flap, towel around his hips, dry clothes in one hand. He accidentally makes eye contact and then he's coming hard, and it's running down his fist, dripping into the mud.
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Smut for yooooooouuuuu. :) Be happy.
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19/8/05 03:12 (UTC)The moon is only a thin crescent over the water and it's dark on the Watch, but Buddy knows the way. Well enough, anyway, though he doesn't usually come here at night. He doesn't dare, hasn't even let himself think about it in years.
He resents the orders he's received to crack down on the Watch, and he thought about blowing it off. But he knows that if he doesn't handle it, others will, and he's sure they'll do it badly.
Soft sounds draw his attention, and he moves quietly toward them. Two men, one leaning against a tree trunk, the other kneeling at his feet. Buddy's reaching for his flashlight when he recognizes Duck's voice.
The man with his mouth wrapped around Duck's cock is a stranger. A mainlander, Buddy guesses, come to Wilby for a little anonymous action.
Duck's soft moans and whispers, though, are familiar, and so is the way he cradles the stranger's head in his hands as it bobs up and down on his cock.
Buddy can feel Duck's long fingers stroking through his own hair, even though it's been twenty years or more.
He's already turned his back, already walking away when he hears Duck's hoarse cry as he comes, and the ache he feels isn't just in his groin.
Nobody will be busted on the Watch tonight, but Buddy's just a little bit broken.
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19/8/05 11:12 (UTC)Wow, hot and sad.
*starts stalking M*
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19/8/05 03:14 (UTC)*loves you*
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19/8/05 04:15 (UTC)I was online when I got home from work, but you were not there for me to entertain! It was sad. *sniffle*
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19/8/05 06:13 (UTC)http://pics.livejournal.com/celli/gallery/00005eye
I got inspired by that Men With Brooms pic
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19/8/05 13:08 (UTC)I'm not going to take any (I'm actually at 15 icons at the moment) but i am going to go back and stare at them an awful lot. Mmmmmmm.
Not porn, but...
19/8/05 07:01 (UTC)must... resist... RPS...