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Booooriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
Is anybody awake and as frustrated as I am?
I am at work -
I am writing on PokerTreats Chap 2 though. *grins*
Cheer me up with a comment anybody? Please?
I hate that I can't access
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the_porn_studio here. I am in the mood for hot word exchange. *whines*ETA:
lickable_chris, Master of torture if you are at work, do read the comments.
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How're you doing? Apart from being bored as crap at work, I mean, lol.
You're working on Poker Treats - yay! I love that one. Are you doing more with the same characters or are you switching it over to someone else, cos either would work brilliantly.
Can't wait to read that later.
Joolz x
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I thought you were at work, yay, you are able to be online wherever you are!
PT2
The next morning, Xander woke from the sound of someone sobbing rather loudly. He groaned and turned over but the wailing and sniffing noises only got louder, clearly with the purpose to wake him. Inwardly defeated he turned around again and opened one eye cautiously. He jumped when he found Anya instead of his mother in his line of vision, but seconds later he was aware of all latest ongoings again. He'd moved out from his parents' basement, moved into his own apartment with Anya, was friends with Spike, the bleached ménage and he - woah - seemed to have a very insistent urge to tell the truth about his life last night.
Anya started to tap her fingers, so he concentrated back on her.
"What's wrong, An? Why are you crying, sweety?" He asked, his sleepy eyes shining with warm concern.
"You! Something is wrong with you!" She shouted and jerked long nailed fingers in his direction, punctuating every word.
"Huh?" Xander sat up in the bed, carefully avoiding her stabbing fingers. He frowned and looked at her nervously. His right hand was idly playing with one earlobe, unaware, that it was the one Spike nicked with a fang last night.
"Your dick is all limp!" She accused, her hand making a precise movement of something once hard and standing proudly going down. Xander blushed, then got defensive of his manliness.
"Well, he does that sometimes, you know. Being limp and being hard and then limp again. It's not like it's limp forever, it's just resting and if you ..touch it or so it'll be hard for you like," he snaps his fingers and smiles encouragingly. "now!"
They both look down on Xander's satin pyjama-clad crotch where 'someone' was still sleeping very, very deeply and definitely dreamless.
"And?" Anya asked after a while and irritated cocked an eyebrow like Spike -twitch- did sometimes.
"I am not in the mood!" Xander answered hastily, getting out of the bed. Anya started to cry again.
"Something is wrong! So very, very wrong! You're always hard when you wake up! And you showered yesterday BEFORE going to bed and you took ages. You masturbated, didn't you?!" She screamed, big tears spilling down her cheeks and dripping from her chin down on her bare thighs.
Oh fuck, I am screwed. Xander swallows hard and tries to find a way out of this situation. He had had this discussion already about a thousand times to often. He knew how selfish it was of him to pleasure himself. He knew in Anya's eyes, jerking off was like a complete denial of her entire person.
Here is a bit of PokerTreats for you to read. I am working on getting them in the MagicBox so *it* can begin. Heeee. Hope you are thinking bout your wish already!
Comment back? I am all giddy coz I haven't smoked for three days and it's really hard to not give into the addiction at work. LOL.
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*hugs you*
go view all comments, there is a bit of PokerTreats if you would like to read and tell me your opinion?
and I am working behind the scenes so to say, I have nothing to do with the public service, more in the law department. LOL. And I have to wait and go through the same troubles if I have to get anything from those bloody byrocrats. lol.
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*smooch*
On Poker treats
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He has to stay down for at least 6 more hours and it's eating him and me up inside.
We sooo want to play. We are horny as hell.
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Now I've got this image in my head of your lips barely hovering over vin_no_cent's little pucker. *faints*
on behalf of
I am so fucking hard for him, I can barely breathe.
GAH!
Re: On Poker treats
nah...
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Took my breath away when I saw the pic on Chris' room! Urgh.
*tries to calm down
He is all worked up now, damn, and it's
*head->desk*
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'waiting...'
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*squirms*
*squeals*
*runs of to masturbate in the public toilet*
GRRRR.
Urgh. So gonna pay you that back, don't we, Vin?
...
Vin?
... *frowns*
Vin?
...listens and hears moaning, sliding of flesh against flesh...
*pouts*
Oh fuck. I am at work for god's sake! *fidgets some more*
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God, me all belly fluttering now. Urgh.
Have to lick him dry, don't I?
Vin wants to go home, me too. We want to play with you, want to drag that wet fabric off of you with our teeth and lick every patch of warm, wet skin until you are the one squirming and moaning and whimpering under us.
*btw. I think I just did a character melting thing. scarry.*
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Oh the jeans are wet too
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*thud* <-- Vin hitting floor
*swallows hard*
I need to have you.
Or I need you to have me.
Or both.
and my jeans are on the way to wet too
Have to meet in private, can't fuck on the screentest.
Why did I insist in keeping to a timeline with Vin???
*whines*
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come over to my room later...there could be showering...
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You? Me? Wet?
You're gonna do me?
Need you to do me.
*hungry look*
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We'll see what comes up ;)
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I'm off today cos it's a bank holiday over here - no work! yay! Probably means we'll be twice as busy tomorrow trying to catch up!!
I'll eagerly await the rest of PT2 later and I so need to see what happens with Vin and Chris, that stuff is sooooo hot!
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