Andr0gene

I really hate the format I'm told to use. I will not go back to the other stories to redo it. I did it for this story but I despise it. Makes me not want to write. It's not my style, and then not my story. I'm sorry. Whomever came up with it, deciding it reads nicer: I disagree. But I'll abide by the rules. for this one.

Greg sat back in his chair, slowly turning his glass by the stem. “There is a bathroom here, and I’ve a mind to take you there, right now, and stuff myself into that mouth of yours, if your foot isn’t back where I told you to put it in five seconds.” He said it conversationally but the heat turned all the way up for me; I was tempted to not do it, and see if he would make good on that. Something told me he most definitely would. “I haven’t submitted,” I answered, sending a smir

I bristled a bit at his laughter. Obviously I had taken that into the next universe of stupidity but I couldn’t help it; this whole D/s thing had me thinking in sixteen different ways. I was aware of certain areas of BDSM, having participated in quite a few but those had been sessions of limited time. This 24/7 area was entirely foreign to me. “I’m sorry, but you looked so scared, as if I was going to put you over my knee right this second and spank you into the next century. It was

I was busy with a response but this one pretty much covers it. I'll add; many points touched upon will be addessed in the coming chapters. 😉

heh, I will be going back for stage 2: my nap before work.

No, 1pm. I returned at 8am, have to go in again at 10pm. I just woke after some good 5 hrs, lol. I'm sorry about the format, people! It'll be corrected!

Stretching my legs, I set my feet on the sand and rose, taking a few steps toward the waterline. I could feel his eyes in my back. Turning around, I sought his gaze. "Did it ever occur to you," I said with some difficulty, "to just start a conversation? Like normal people?" He didn't say anything, just kept eye contact. "Show interest? Ask me on a date? You know; get to know me? Or is any of that unavailable in your world?" Rising, he shoved his hands deep in his pockets but he never lo

And pinpoint all the little hints and points, to glean some insight in behavior? Hmm...like a DVD on rewind, after an important scene you missed the clue of?

lol. It did. And I got the gist of the subtlety, I just chose to totally go on a pity party. I posted too much, actually, I got told. Broke the rules, lol! So actually, you should have had 2 a day for 10 days instead of a heap on 1 day. OOPS.

Thank you. I have no proofreader for this, so it's all my faults in this story, sorry!

Oh, I am sorry, I should have left a message! I took over 3 night shifts from a sick colleague, and then my schedule is all out of whack. I have one night off, then another four nights at work, so this is hellweek for me. I'm sorry. I never write in such periods, because I can't seem to string two sentences together then; my brain (like Greg's) is elsewhere. I'll see if I can edit the following chapter for today: I found a lot of notes of my own in the seedfile, that I need to address. If not, it'll probably another 5 days before I post again. I can respond to comments though, via my tablet there. We has WiFi at work now! \o/ I dunno about your colleagues but do tell, do tell...

Fixed! Well caught, ty.

And? Did you find it? It's there...

Fixed!

There is a reason for that.

People always lie or embellish. Always. Big or small, that's the issue. The Canadian thing really didn't make sense, indeed. It's been removed. I remember writing it way back when with a different purpose in mind. It remained in, but there is no need for it.

Oh yes. Ever worn it? It is orgasmic. And I love their shirts. Edit: btw, that was Taylan telling Tom, in the parking lot.

Obviously not. I hadn't even thought of it. I'm not gonna add that, but yes, you may assume that.

I remember writing it; I was pretty schnuckered and wrote it on the fly! I know...the truth can be sobering. I remember, though, when this played out, as I wrote it wrote itself. Suddenly I looked up after clobbering away on the keyboard for a while and there it was. Dunno where it came from, it just appeared. had to wipe the eyes a bit. Not planned out as a plot point, which is why what I had written after didn't fit anymore and I had to go clean slate. It's dramady, as i call it.

Guess that crept in -6 years ago- when I posted it, and no one ever saw. Nor I. Good catch, corrected. As for the 'brick shithouse', it's a thought process, he doesn't actually say it out loud to Kit, so that remains as is. You know very well, reading that, what he means, and that's what counts to me. And hon, if I had a lover, he could call me anything he wants. It'd be a source for some nice good fights and even better make up sessions.

You've noted correctly that the training already began! A long while back, actually. Teasers here and there, but not many seemed to pick up on them, lol! (or they did but didn't say) Some did pick up on Chris and old Mr. M's conversation and yes again on the freedom it gives him, as well as giving control. The last I would want with this story is to make a mockery of D/s. I also took out the 'comedy' tag. Although there might be some funny scenes and lines throughout the story, it's not comedy. Dramady, perhaps, but that tag doesn't exist. I'm not saying anything... He saw it, or heard it... I'll let you decide which. That's why he chose to respond to Chris's question with honesty; because he does trust Chris and it was the only way out for him, when that question came. By showing that... who knows... Instead of answering the last bit, I'll let the next chapter deal with that. As for your two former questions, same answer as to Tim: I'm not saying anything.

I didn't intend to!!!! Life got in the way.

Oh yes, quite human.

I don't remember, to be honest. That was a long time ago. it wasn't those two, but I did correct twofaced.

Yes, total fiction.