Is it just me, or does anyone else get the impression matt_mcl might just be, well… flirting with me a little? I mean, I don’t want to sound like I think every gay guy out there is hitting on me, but there are times I could just swear he likes me or somethin’…
*I HAVE BEEN SMOKE-FREE FOR:
Five months, four days, 18 hours, 26 minutes and 22 seconds.
6310 cigarettes not smoked, saving $788.84.
Extra life with Drain Bead: 3 weeks, 21 hours, 50 minutes.
*“I’m a big Genesis fan.”-David B. (Amen, brother!) **
First comes love,
Then comes marriage,
Then the country goes to hell
according to the Republicans in Congress!
Geez, what is it with rhymes and the board this afternoon?
[COMPLETELY tongue-in-cheek]No, matt_mcl burns for me. Or Cheffie. Or maybe both of us at the same time. But why would he want a fag with a stupid SN?
:);):);):);)
I steal slowly into his place and ever so quietly creep up to his bedroom. The soft half-light of the moon is gently filtering through the curtains and shining on his still, bare form, tangled in the winding sheets.
Without making a sound, I gaze fixedly at his sleeping form as I begin to remove my clothes. His firm ivory chest rhythmically heaves up and down with his breathing. His halo of unkempt blonde hair falls artistically down the alabaster statuary of his face. One tempting buttock is exposed, rounded and luscious as a ripe piece of fruit on the point of falling into the gardener’s hand.
I have finished undressing and I creep towards the bed. Delicately I lift up the sheets and slide in with him. I feel the delicious soft warmth of his body warm against mine as he unconsciously snuggles in against me. He smiles in his sleep.
I allow myself a few seconds just to enjoy the sensation, and then I think that now is the time. I kiss him softly on the lips. His eyes flutter open with surprise, and then they partly close in a lazy smile of recognition. I wrap my arms around him and pull him against me, and we kiss again, longer and passionate. My hands navigate the curves of his back as we kiss, caressing the soft roundnesses of his body. Rolling down, I pull him on top of me, his warm weight pressing me down into the mattress.
We make passionate love, holding each other close, delighting in bringing each other the joy we know is our common right. The delirious ecstacy of our union steam-cleans our minds, and at last when we have both climaxed for the last time and sunk back, flushed and moist, onto the bed, I look into his eyes tenderly and whisper…