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Some enforced relaxation.
On a much brighter note, some positive audience participation.
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Ask and I'll tell you the premise and/or paste you a paragraph from any of these. I don't have a WIP folder as such, but I've got a few stories that still need varying degrees of work before I'm ready to turn them over and call them done, so here goes in alphabetical order:
- Jackass Bondage 1.2
- Jessica 1.5
- Mayfield superpower 1.1
- Sarah 1.1
- Wilson BF 1.3
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Ask and I'll tell you the premise and/or paste you a paragraph from any of these. I don't have a WIP folder as such, but I've got a few stories that still need varying degrees of work before I'm ready to turn them over and call them done, so here goes in alphabetical order:
- Jackass Bondage 1.2
- Jessica 1.5
- Mayfield superpower 1.1
- Sarah 1.1
- Wilson BF 1.3
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“Look, I know you had some bad shit happen to you when you were a kid, but could you forget it for five minutes when I’m talking to you?” Johnny kept glaring at the messy sheets and stayed curled in a ball and started to pick at the tape around his wrist with one fang. “Fuck you then.” Bam jumped off the bed and down the hall, and Tremaine was just as much a piece of work as Bam but had the sense to see that if his star power was sitting like that and shaking quietly he could figure out if the rest of the afternoon was shot. Never mind getting the bit re-done when he had his hands full making sure Knoxville wouldn’t suddenly keel over and could be trusted to handle himself.
“What was that all about?” He asked when Johnny had his clothes back on.
He grunted, “Powers stuff,” and that did the trick, Jeff suddenly and completely not interested anymore.
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:-)
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He was a little surprised to find out how good Ben was in bed. There weren’t any tricks or secret techniques, just fine form, everything well-practiced. Ben was young enough that he came well before Wilson did and was hard again by the time Wilson hit orgasm. They played with Ben’s erection for a few minutes, laughing about the situation, before Wilson rolled over and sucked him off. He lent Ben a pair of used underwear to sleep in, and the next morning, stepped aside to let Ben shower first. When he walked back into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist and dark blonde hair that hadn’t dried sticking to his forehead, Wilson had ironed his clothes and laid them out on one of the chairs. “Ah, here you are.”
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What a lovely touch! I can really see Wilson doing something like this.
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