Stargazer

When will you post again???? Been checking!

Exactly!!! lol Menorain ... sometimes an androgynous male can look just as androgynous with some scruff. Case in point ... Ashtyn can be totally feminine and also incredibly masculine. I personally love his scruff.

I admit to being a obsessive texter ... mostly to Orchid. I register around 8k texts per month. That being said, my phone is ALWAYS on vibrate even when I'm at home unless I am expecting a rare call that I can't miss by having it on vibrate. On the rare occasion that I have to take a call in public, I'll excuse myself to a place where I'm not being one of those annoying pain in the butts who think the whole world wants to hear their conversation. I don't like talking on the phone since my job as a hairstylist requires me to talk to people all day long so texting is my preferred form of communication. I am certainly not rude with my phone and don't text while I am in situations where it in inappropriate. I was bad for texting while driving but I don't do that anymore. Nothing is worth getting into an accident over even if I can text without looking at the phone. I think one of my best 'phone jerk' stories is when I called the name of a client to take back next and he was on his phone. He had been on the phone nonstop since he entered the establishment. I stood there for a moment while he continued to talk on his phone and held his finger up to me in a 'just a second' gesture. If you know me, you would know that I will NOT be dismissed in such a way but since I was at work I had to control myself. After about 30 seconds of this and no end of his conversation in sight, I told him I was putting him back in the queue and he'd be next in line. Why should the room full of people waiting have to wait longer because he's rude, obnoxious, and self-important? Most people I work with would have waited. I'm not that patient and to me, customer service to polite clients comes before some a-hole on the phone. While this client may be nice, the phone thing is a constant thing with him and it's rude. I've done his hair before and it's always the same thing. The phone rings and he grabs it and let me tell you, the conversations are not of earth shattering importance. Its not easy to do my job when someone is yapping on the phone and moving their heads around more than a young child would. 'Accidentally' cutting them is always tempting but I have too much integrity for that. This was more of a rant than I intended but I think it gets the point across. If nothing else, it made me feel better! lol

Giving Up and Giving In “What the hell are you thinking? If you get caught, Carlo’s going to fucking kill you, Ricky,” Snow was glaring at his friend seriously and shoving him against the corner of the brick alley wall to accentuate his point. “You can’t be doing this shit.” The blond flicked his hair back out of his face and shoved Snow away from him so he could pace back and forth instead of being cornered like a trapped dog. He couldn’t stand to see that look in his eyes and the

I think mistake number three is the most important. You can share bills, have joint accounts, but no matter what, always keep your own money, too. That goes for everyone. I believe in love and happiness and ever after but you never know when a curve ball can come your way and you need to be able to rely on YOU. Don't worry about love. It's all around you and when the time is right, you'll find your true one!

Cute, Jack! Don't listen to them talking about putting a shirt on in the snow. Keep your shirt off and stay skinny!

I've been in chat once and enjoyed it. I don't generally chat just because I'm always bouncing around and can't focus enough to stay in but I do like it. It's fun to get to see what other members are like. As for private chat, it doesn't matter either way to me. I figure if I want to say something privately to someone I can just PM them or something. It takes time to get used to the 'flow' of the chat room, though so if you're interested just give it a try and jump right in.

Right now, I have what I need in life to be happy. I always do.

I find that to be true with my own writing, too when people review or give feedback.

Days and Days Snow heard the front door open clumsily and close with a quiet click and he looked over at the clock on the table next to the double bed. The bright red letters read five forty six in the morning and Ricky was just getting home almost three hours after Snow had called it a night. He wondered where Ricky had been for so long and how he always managed to come home later and later each night over the past couple months. He rarely came home before it started to get light out anymore.

That actually reminds me of Snoopy banging away on his typewriter! Now, I don't write cheerful children's adventure stories and the parents of my characters in at least Crossing the Line are absent for the simple fact that I don't write cheerful children's adventure stories. Did that make sense??

Christmas Eve was awesome. Had a beautiful time with friends. Yesterday I spent sick as hell and on the couch all day. Even missed Christmas dinner. Still, watched some movies, gave hubby and our kitties their presents and got mine which were awesome and overall, not a bad time. Still had a horrific headache today and then realized that I hadn't had caffeine since a day and a half ago. I drank some soda and my headache went away quickly so there ya go!

First Time For Everything Ricky leaned back against the hard bricks of the building behind him and watched Snow as he chatted with a couple of other boys down the sidewalk. It was his first night on the streets and he was a little nervous about what was expected of him as far as picking up tricks and doing the actual job Carlo and Snow expected him to. It wasn’t the thought of doing those things with a perfect stranger that bothered him. He had been forced to do worse than that with his ow

The ending had a great creepiness factor. It makes me wonder if Cliff was just always calling a number that no longer existed or if Phil cut the line that evening after Cliff's call. The 'people watching' aspect was fantastic, especially with Cliff's moodiness. Again, makes me wonder if the mojito days were days he saw Phil ... if Phil really exists in a real way to him ... and if the whiskey nights were nights maybe he saw Phil with someone else. So many questions. I need to go read the other two now even if this was a stand alone. Good writing!

1-8-10-5 I love boobs!!!! LOVE them!!! I prefer neatly trimmed to totally shaved. I like making a woman cum more than I like the taste but I am fine with the taste of it. I agree, butts can be verrrrrry nice! Nephy, you kill me with your little story there!

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I voted that I don't care one way or the other however, I kind of like this site the way it is. I write a ton of smut, enjoy porn in its various forms but there are a million other places on the internet to go for it. (Trust me. I've been to those million other sites! lol) This site is pointedly different and I like that about it. Nothing wrong with sharing links and whatnot in PM, of course!

Thank you, Kevin and Nephy. Kevin ... you are in the ballpark for sure. Nephy ... it was meant to be a sort of memory and at the end is what was actually the beginning. That sounds like it doesn't make sense but it's the best I can describe it! :wacko:

Thank you.

Ville's voice is so cool because he has so many different ranges and sounds. I have to listen to more HIM.

Almost even leaning female. Millimeters got me, too but I managed it!

I just like pretty guys.

In addition, the psych med Seroquel can not only cause weight gain very quickly but can raise your cholesterol and triglycerides to dangerous levels. I learned this the hard way. Before going on it, I had my blood work done and my levels were perfectly normal. Within six months, my levels had shot through the roof and I had put on twenty pounds without eating more than I normally did. I immediately called my prescribing doctor and weaned off them. Be careful with psych meds and their side effects. And thanks, Tiger for bringing up this topic.

OMG!!!!! Too cute!!! Looks like my Butler if he were a kitten!!!!

The Hard Way Ricky stared out the large window of the bus station for what felt like the hundredth time in the past two and a half days. He watched the people outside the slightly tinted glass as they scurried to get their luggage and bags into the right hands and board their designated bus before it departed without them, a faint smirk of amusement on his lips that didn’t lighten his hard blue eyes any at all. The freedom he’d been feeling before when he’d arrived here on one of those sam