June
Friday 3 June 2011 photo 2/6
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Mår lite bättre, fortfarandde illa dock, så här får ni fortsättningen XD
Den är vit också....heh.
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BIRDIES POV
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I awoke feeling awfully sticky, which was logical considering what had
transpired before I fell asleep. I opened my eyes and watched Joeys
behind as he unsuccessfully sneaked out of my bedroom. Probably
to visit the bathroom and the shower. We do have an extraordinarily big
bathroom mirror. I smirked to myself.
Yawning I turned around only for my back to encounter something cold,
sticky and hard. I arched my back and pulled out a can of vaseline. Joey
had just left it there in bed after using it.
Wincing at the pain in my backside I sat up and gazed out over my bed. I
found the lid, picked it up, put it back on the can and put it on my bedside
table.
Either he had no technique or he had been too exited over this, I'm
hoping for the latter otherwise this was going to be slightly annoying.
Sighing I got out of bed and wobbled after him to the bathroom.
He was leaning against the sink, watching himself in the mirror and crying.
He's always been a wimp when it comes to me. I slid my arms around his
waist and put my chin on his shoulder. He flinched, my beard must've
stung. I mumbled a 'sorry' and started licking his bruise colored shoulder.
He stared at me through the mirror for a while and then asked.
"What would your response have been if I had told you that I loved you
years ago?" I met his eyes in the mirror. He was regretting not working
up the courage to tell me earlier. Regretting all the time we could've had
together. I snorted and went back to licking his shoulder, but I answered
him between licks.
"Who knows, But worrying about the past is stealing time from the present."
I bit him at the end of my sentence and his man-parts started twitching.
He blushed, I chuckled and my hands dropped from his waist.
"I'm boss of the vaseline can this time though."
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Sådär....kommentarer?
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BIRDIES POV
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I awoke feeling awfully sticky, which was logical considering what had
transpired before I fell asleep. I opened my eyes and watched Joeys
behind as he unsuccessfully sneaked out of my bedroom. Probably
to visit the bathroom and the shower. We do have an extraordinarily big
bathroom mirror. I smirked to myself.
Yawning I turned around only for my back to encounter something cold,
sticky and hard. I arched my back and pulled out a can of vaseline. Joey
had just left it there in bed after using it.
Wincing at the pain in my backside I sat up and gazed out over my bed. I
found the lid, picked it up, put it back on the can and put it on my bedside
table.
Either he had no technique or he had been too exited over this, I'm
hoping for the latter otherwise this was going to be slightly annoying.
Sighing I got out of bed and wobbled after him to the bathroom.
He was leaning against the sink, watching himself in the mirror and crying.
He's always been a wimp when it comes to me. I slid my arms around his
waist and put my chin on his shoulder. He flinched, my beard must've
stung. I mumbled a 'sorry' and started licking his bruise colored shoulder.
He stared at me through the mirror for a while and then asked.
"What would your response have been if I had told you that I loved you
years ago?" I met his eyes in the mirror. He was regretting not working
up the courage to tell me earlier. Regretting all the time we could've had
together. I snorted and went back to licking his shoulder, but I answered
him between licks.
"Who knows, But worrying about the past is stealing time from the present."
I bit him at the end of my sentence and his man-parts started twitching.
He blushed, I chuckled and my hands dropped from his waist.
"I'm boss of the vaseline can this time though."
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Sådär....kommentarer?
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