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Stories by Lou: Off
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Sunday, May 15, 2011. Written for the Loving Swats. May 2011 Breakfast in Bed. Sitting on the table, Tim cast an appraising eye over Rob's form as he slid eggs from the pan. Rob gestured for Tim to shift. "Off. You want to take this back to bed? Nope Just you.". Discarding his plate on the bench, Rob walked over to stand between Tim's knees, claiming a kiss, pushing him backwards as he did so. Hand pressed to his face, Rob pointed at Tim's jeans. "Off. Bed.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Stories by Lou: Breakfast in Bed
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Sunday, May 15, 2011. Written for the Loving Swats. May 2011 Breakfast in Bed. Perching with one hip on the wide windowsill, Rob twitched the curtains aside to peer out at what looked to be an unpromising day. Tim, having lost the argument, set a tray of breakfast on the bedside table. It's bloody freezing on that kitchen floor! And laughed at the two fingered response and Rob's smack on his leg. Good for her.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just a Little Christmas Story. Guest Author Randy Williams.
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Stories by Lou: No Fix
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Thursday, March 24, 2011. I don't want you to fix me. I don't NEED fixing. I have good and bad points just like you. You won't make me remember not to panic at my workload by spanking me any more than it'd make you stop snoring." "So why do you want it? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just a Little Christmas Story. Guest Author Randy Williams. Chandi and Eric written with Lady Jodie. Not My Fault 2. Not My Fault 3. Not My Fault 4. Not My Fault 5. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Stories by Lou: Back to Normal
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Saturday, October 1, 2011. He bent me over his hard lap; his arm trapped me in that position at all brats love to hate. His deep dark voice rumbled above me about not cleaning the patio and going out with Chris instead. I squirmed as I felt his hands pull down my white briefs. Then felt the cool wooden back of the bath brush. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just a Little Christmas Story. Guest Author Randy Williams. Chandi and Eric written with Lady Jodie. Not My Fault 2. Not My Fault 3.
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Stories by Lou: Prattle
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011. I can do this. I argued for this. Got to complete that paperwork tonight. Should I have shaved? I should have shaved. God. What must she be thinking? My shirt is riding up. Oh nooo, she can see my belly. Should've waited until I reached goal weight. Am I hurting her? Oh god oh god, workmen outside. If I can hear them, then they'll hear us…. Is she hating this? She hates this. I should never have said anything. God, she can see everything. What is she waiting for? Not My Fault 2.
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Stories by Lou: 'Not Our Fault' Part Two
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Sunday, October 2, 2011. Not Our Fault' Part Two. Not Our Fault' Part Two. I followed Peter to his corner and watched as he stripped down to just his briefs. He gave me a look and his eyes went all smoky with concern. Russ we didn't mean too." Peter started the whine. I was fading fast and didn't have the time, or right now with all the warm thoughts of what I wanted our welcome home to be, the patience to listen. I took his jeans with me and left him facing his corner. Right now I was exhausted. I h...
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Stories by Lou: Bath Drabble
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Saturday, October 1, 2011. Listening to the fan hum overhead, I shut my eyes, trying to block out the day. Hearing the slap of bare feet on the lino, I reluctantly opened one eye. Come on Tim, you've refilled that bath three times now. We're in a drought. Time to get out and face it, love.". Rob reached past my wrinkled and water logged toes to remove the bath plug, and I drew my knees to my chest, hugging them whilst contriving a fearful look. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Not My Fault 2.
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Stories by Lou: Better Now
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Thursday, March 24, 2011. Tim took three small steps, walking his feet in toward the side of the bed as he slowly stood upright with a grace he truly did not know he possessed. Pressing his teeth hard against each other, his breath rushed through his nose as he tried to acclimatise to the heat of his backside. Jesus! Behind him, Rob unwound the leather belt from around his hand and neatly dropped it onto the laundry pile, kicking a damp towel over it. He'd retrieve it later. "Better now? Not My Fault 2.
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Stories by Lou: Discord
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just a Little Christmas Story. Guest Author Randy Williams. Chandi and Eric written with Lady Jodie. Not My Fault 2. Not My Fault 3. Not My Fault 4. Not My Fault 5. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
