| [Sep. 24th, 2008|09:38 pm] |
eek!
first you killed me the picture you created in my mind. this:
My ass hit the table and I leaned back to keep my balance. My hands squished into the wet paint, which left me a little stuck because now I couldn’t put my hands in his hair, and with the whole pants around my ankles thing, I couldn’t even wipe them off on my jeans. I worried about this for approximately less than a second, and then I really couldn’t process anything beyond what he was doing to me.
was so hot and fresh and brilliant. it was the opposite of keeping balance.
And that you carried the wet paint through the action was just guh (maybe i'm weird, but it worked for me, added a new layer of texture to the scene)
and then this: I kind of wanted my pants back if this was going to be some kind of serious discussion. made me laugh out loud.
and then the end...SQUEE.
:D thank you.
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