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would paddle and . All of them have been nothing birthday but as the muse is king, my gift comes with a little late (I hope you forgive me for that). In another order of things (that sounds so formal right?) I inform you that I have written half of the last chapter of "WAITING FOR LOVE", so I just need the other half and the epilogue. I hope to post it next week (if my muse and my spirit is well behaved with me.) And now I leave the fic. It's a Post-513 which covers a long period of time and it is one of those rare porn I write sometimes. I hope quand you like it. FETISH STORY Nothing like a rainy Saturday afternoon to finish all in Woody's talking and joking around a bottle of tequila and beer. The conversation drifts from one topic to another and Justin think that for some reason always end up talking about sex. When Emmett suggests one of those stupid quizzes and answers all protest. Justin notes to friends and smiles because he knows that in less than two minutes will be discussing the rules of the game. "What part of your partner's body do you like best and why?" Says Emmett excited glancing at her new boyfriend. Justin believes Brian kisses one by one the five fingers of his right foot and Justin smiles when he sees repeat the same gesture in his left foot. "Do I have to assume that's what you like about my body?" "After your ass." Declares Brian immediately as lies by his side. "I should imagine, always so romantic." "It has nothing to do with romance. You like my cock and me your ass. A superb timing. "
" It's true, I like your dick but not what I like about you. "Justin has to stifle a laugh when you see Brian looking at him as if he had gone a second head. "What I like about your body are your hands." CHTM
LXC "My hands? Twenty inches of cock ... "There is, inevitably had to leave" ... and do what you like are my hands? "

" Yep. "Answer without hesitation or a second.

"You're weird Sunshine, fucking weird." But he said looking at his hands with interest.

"And not just because they are aesthetically perfect." "Of course they are." Apostille Brian safely.

"It is everything I say." "You are really placed."

Justin, who knows perfectly the "manual of good manners gay, decides it is his turn to return the favor and starts explained.

"When you're nervous and / or assumetate drumming the fingers of one hand over the other. So. "And with his hands imitating the gesture that just described.

"I'm never nervous or scared."
Justin
silent for a moment trying to remember the exact words. And despite the fog that make you dope, get it.

"Demonstrate to the person I love as I love her." Look at Brian straight in the eye because they are laughing just trying to show that yes, Brian Kinney is sometimes nervous and very scared.

"Little shit." Brian whispered before kissing her on the lips.

"By the way I play or where you do know what to do and what you want to do." Whispered to Brian. CHTand his words are describing the way Brian plays it to him.

Another conclusion reached is that when Brian Justin squeezed between his fingers in her ass cheeks and pinched her nipples hard, sex will be slow and languid. But when his hands seem to be everywhere in your body will fuck without any delicacy, nailed to the mattress or the couch or the floor ... are so many possibilities.

In this show Brian's cock you crave a little attention and Justin decided to give exactly that ... some attention.

"When your fingers are just catching my dick I know I will not have to wait to run." Illusions of Brian is going to ruin because Justin justand arches her body with each release. Justin

think is the most brutal orgasm that has seen it ever, until now, had seen Brian lost consciousness and that was scary.

"Damn!" Is all that Brian is able to say when it recovers the ability to speak. Justin thinks

never liked more rainy afternoon a few minutes later Saturday when Brian moved on the bed muttering something about returning the favor. It is clear that he also knows perfectly the "manual of good manners gay."




Kisses my love.



* By the way, I forgot to mention that in my last fic and use shortthe Anglo-Saxon form of quotation marks for dialogue. I find it more comfortable but if you prefer our script of what I said and go back to them.

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can store up to 18 liters of kalimocho.

Suspected a cross between a dog and a pig.


wanted to make a campaign for euthanasia for the dog carcass, is very ill, and in addition to his handicap - the hump - has many more ailments.



One day we returned and I RichiBlanca party, and someone said "you shall see as we found the dog carcass" and so was, almost coming to my house, turn the corner the owner of the dog with the dog carcass to carcass side.
We had to throw down with laughter, while grItabo "dog carcass! the dog carcass!" and the lady passed between us as I could.


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. also want to include soy_chica1 because, for whom you choose, having a baby is the experience more special, more contradictory, more exciting and even more grueling in the world. Congratulations heart. And a very special affection for my little zoe_kinney that a little bird told me that is very Emor (looking to treat you like a princess that is exactly what you deserve. If is well advised to carry the guns and soft our spears), and of course my beautiful girl C water HTMLXC carolruga (at last I have something for this day ... if I did not do it for you). Hope you like it. SOMEDAY When Justin spends a few days in Pittsburgh is ... OK, it's incredible. I imagine that symbolism of having it again at home has much to do with it. Not that's not good to go visit to New York. After a year I've adapted to their noisy building his messy apartment and his bed is too small. The latter is sometimes even an incentive. I have not had to make more adjustments because, oddly enough with the history that precedes usJustin and I long ago that we are in the same line. But his visits to Pittsburgh is always something special. The dinner at Debbie's house, going out with the boys, Kinnetik unexpected appearances, dancing together in the new Babylon ... In short, we can pretend that Justin has not left ever and, for a few days, I'm wicked happy. And judging by his smile, Justin feels the same. Until the night before his departure. not know how he does but has made it a classic. Look for the stupidest reason to provoke a discussion. I know the technique and do not usually follow the game but, whatever my reaction, the result is always the same. Justin sleeping on the couch leaving sometime during the night para come to our bed looking for my forgiveness. Of course I forgive him forever. And tonight was not going to be an exception. Dinner on the ground with the sound of the TV in the background. I remember one time I did not want to picnic ... there are so many things that I thought did not suit me and are now a constant in my life. During dinner do not talk much but at some point, without knowing exactly how it started, I go to exaggerated episode drama queen of the entire repertoire of Justin Taylor. What I said, a classic. "Are you coming to bed?" Wonder after having spent the last twenty minutes walking through the loft turning off lights, setting the alarm, checking my mail ... actuallyby giving time and space to calm down. "Nha!" Pinch the bridge of my nose between my finger and my thumb armándome patience before trying again. "Justin ..." "Let me." He says shrugging his body under the blanket without even looking at me. Stubborn little shit. For a moment I have the desire to drag me to bed and make you forget all the drama eating it with kisses. From the bed I hear the sound of TV, canned laughter of a bad comedy. The projected screen images in the dark shining shapes for a second small areas at random. Now the light reaches one of the glass panels, shortly afters quilt or a corner of the closet, again the quilt, Et voila! clarity finally bathes the reason for all this ridiculous drama ... perfectly luggage piled in the back of the room.

know because it does. I know how you feel. I can not say I do not understand ... What the hell! I hate this, this damn distance relationship ... but we both knew that for a time would be. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I notice is the warmth of his body behind me, crawling into bed. "Hey." Sighs on my neck putting his hand on my shoulder. "Mmmm." Murmured still without moving, turning away. His hand moves bahen we have sex, they might be hearing him say my name like that, begging and pleading to give you what you need.
With my hands under his thighs thrust your legs toward your body keeping them separated y. .. Damn! The vision is ... Damn! Its beautiful hole, pink and shiny, throbbing with anticipation. And when my tongue touches and penetrates it, caresses him and penetrates it, caresses him and penetrates it, the murmurs inconsistencies that can not understand.
"Brian, fuck me. Please fuck me. Brian, porfavorporfavor. "Breathless gasps and I know the game is over. My hands are shaking with excitement, so I am surprised how quickly I get to wear a condom. Cover your pervading my body with a single push, and immediately I am surrounded by Justin everywhere. Her legs wrapped my body above my waist, one of his hands squeezing my biceps hard while the other clings to my neck y. .. I have to stop because I need to keep this feeling in my memory to relive it when he is away. "Justin look at me." I let my eyes pass through his to say everything in the best way I know. I know that for me is not easy, I know that I trust him and what he is doing, I want you to know that I have faith that it will get, I have faith in us, I know that I will not anywhere and I'll be waiting until the day wero him. We stayed like that for what seems an eternity. Embraced and exhausted. Struggling to breathe like fish out of water. "You know," I said as I separated to get rid of the condom "Not that I do not like New York, in fact I love. And I'm excited about what I do and what I'm getting with my art but ... is not my home. " I look hard and with my thumb I follow the arc of his cheekbone. "I made so much." Sigh put his hand on mine.
"I know." I say before kissing on the lips "But someday decide not to forgive." I winced because there is no way that's going to happen.

"Someday I will have no reason to comportarme well. "Answer snuggling sleepily while turning on its side.
spend my arm to his chest beating me to it, our bodies perfectly fitted.
"Someday." Whisper in your ear.


Kisses my love.