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charisstomaOnce again, meridae has gifted me.
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Speaking of Welsh . . .
"You know we have a perfectly good bed, right?" Jack commented as he snuggled more deeply into Huw's lap.
Huw glanced briefly down at the sticky, sated bundle of man wrapped up in a dusty old quilt and cuddled on his knee before resuming his tender, sensual massage of Jack's hand. "Yup." He replied laconically.
Jack loved it when Huw massaged his hands.
"I mean, not that I object to fantastically good sex, but the potting shed?" He looked around the ramshackle old hut pointedly, his eyes lingering on the dirt besmirched windows, the cobwebs in the corners, and the piles of old gardening supplies bedecking every surface. It was dusty, it was drafty, and with the rain rattling down on the badly repaired slate roof, and the fire crackling in the creaky old potbelly stove, it was . . .
Well, in a word, it was perfect.
"Oh, I don't know," Huw drawled in a low raspy voice. "I think a potting shed might be the pefect place to be sowing a few seeds . . . "
Jack shivered, his body heating as Huw's hand wormed its way under the covers to tenderly press at his swollen, semen smeared hole.
"Fancy yourself a bit of a green-man do you?" Jack tried to keep the tension from his voice, and knew he'd failed miserably when Huw bent lips and teeth to the tender skin of his neck.
"Maybe. Those old'uns didn't go out and 'sow their seeds' in the fields for nothing you know. And we are getting near to a solstice. Might be just the right time for planting some seeds and a bit of fertilisation." That wicked hand tweaked Jack's butt cheek before thick, work roughened fingers pressed inside.
Jack tried to hold himself aloof from the sensations those fingers caused. "Oh really? Well, I dealt your 'seed' will bear any fruit with me!" He replied archly.
"You don't think so?" The rasp was still in Huw's voice. "See, my love, if you ebbed and flowed with the sway of the land, you'd already know." A turgid nipple was taken between sharp teeth and bitten gently.
Jack gasped at the pleasure that shot through him. "K-know what?" He panted, his . . . er . . . branch stand proud from the trunk once again.
"Know," Huw replied, rearranging the covers swaddling Jack so his hand could gain access to the 'branch', "that our union," his lips applied themselves once more to the skin of Jack's neck, the man nuzzling and kissing in the ways he knew Jack liked best, "has been bountiful beyond measure."
Jack cried out, the combination of Huw's lips, hand, and words causing him to prove, once again, just how fertile his relationship with his beloved truly was.
I share.
http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/508516.html?thread=3265380&#t3265380
Speaking of Welsh . . .
"You know we have a perfectly good bed, right?" Jack commented as he snuggled more deeply into Huw's lap.
Huw glanced briefly down at the sticky, sated bundle of man wrapped up in a dusty old quilt and cuddled on his knee before resuming his tender, sensual massage of Jack's hand. "Yup." He replied laconically.
Jack loved it when Huw massaged his hands.
"I mean, not that I object to fantastically good sex, but the potting shed?" He looked around the ramshackle old hut pointedly, his eyes lingering on the dirt besmirched windows, the cobwebs in the corners, and the piles of old gardening supplies bedecking every surface. It was dusty, it was drafty, and with the rain rattling down on the badly repaired slate roof, and the fire crackling in the creaky old potbelly stove, it was . . .
Well, in a word, it was perfect.
"Oh, I don't know," Huw drawled in a low raspy voice. "I think a potting shed might be the pefect place to be sowing a few seeds . . . "
Jack shivered, his body heating as Huw's hand wormed its way under the covers to tenderly press at his swollen, semen smeared hole.
"Fancy yourself a bit of a green-man do you?" Jack tried to keep the tension from his voice, and knew he'd failed miserably when Huw bent lips and teeth to the tender skin of his neck.
"Maybe. Those old'uns didn't go out and 'sow their seeds' in the fields for nothing you know. And we are getting near to a solstice. Might be just the right time for planting some seeds and a bit of fertilisation." That wicked hand tweaked Jack's butt cheek before thick, work roughened fingers pressed inside.
Jack tried to hold himself aloof from the sensations those fingers caused. "Oh really? Well, I dealt your 'seed' will bear any fruit with me!" He replied archly.
"You don't think so?" The rasp was still in Huw's voice. "See, my love, if you ebbed and flowed with the sway of the land, you'd already know." A turgid nipple was taken between sharp teeth and bitten gently.
Jack gasped at the pleasure that shot through him. "K-know what?" He panted, his . . . er . . . branch stand proud from the trunk once again.
"Know," Huw replied, rearranging the covers swaddling Jack so his hand could gain access to the 'branch', "that our union," his lips applied themselves once more to the skin of Jack's neck, the man nuzzling and kissing in the ways he knew Jack liked best, "has been bountiful beyond measure."
Jack cried out, the combination of Huw's lips, hand, and words causing him to prove, once again, just how fertile his relationship with his beloved truly was.
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Date: 2013-09-18 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-09-19 06:32 am (UTC)Thank you for liking this . . . I'm feeling sorry for myself at the moment cos there's not much in my life that people appreciate me for. Also, if I could find someone's lap to curl up in I totally would, but alas that will never be again.
See, I'm all wangsty. Ignore me, my wangst doesn't deserve the attention (don't feed the wangst bunnies).
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Date: 2013-09-19 01:16 pm (UTC)I'm walking around a very long bookcase at school with the lights off and the door locked at school in the library before I'm supposed to clock in. No interruptions and no thought other than feeling my body moving. You need to get out of your mind and into how your body feels.
Now you could cook meals for the week and freeze portions in one meal sizes 0r two and think of lunch with the leftovers, kneed bread (this one helped during my daughter's colic), scrub floors on your hands and knees, somthing... backround noise like tv or music a plus. You're building and saving positive reinforcement that you can look at when you're down. The activity helps.
*HUGS*
I have a long what they call a body pillow. At night I pretend that it's another person and cuddle with it.
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Date: 2013-09-19 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-18 01:09 pm (UTC)I love it.