Jason Rimbaud

Will you guys and the fabulous one stop distracting me? I'm like five pages away from missing my Monday deadline.

You mis-spelled DOWN again.

I have not said a single word about them doing anything untoward. I've been up to my eyeballs in holiday orders and parties. I barely read through it once and commented like six time. Don't include me in any craziness this time around. I'm too busy.

I already did the pool thing.

Because he knows that sandalwood covers up all smells.

Let's get things straight. Just because Davin asked Joel over to his house when Colt and Gavin head out with their girls. That doesn't mean we will get that in the next chapter. That would still be a few hours away from happening. That's easily two more chapters for the fabulous one. But in the interest of roleplaying, I'm down. Thanks for making me Joel, I don't think I'd like to be a twin. I haven't come to terms with the desire I'd probably have for my twin.

Pulling my jeans up over my ass I zipped the fly and buttoned them Don't real cowboys/farm people/country dudes wear button up flies? All the cowboys I've...erected tents with (see what I did) after a party, all wore button fly jeans. Looking around there wasn’t another tent in the field still erected. Hard to have erect tents after a night of drinking too much. “It’s what small towns are good for, right?” Or that means that spot had been used for underage drinking when the sheriff was young. Drinking spots don't change, each generation knows about if from the one before. Have to open the restaurant. that's it for now.

I'll follow your lead.

I was just letting the fabulous one know that I read the new chapter. Great Job!

Hi!

I didn't know there was a difference. I'm not sure if you know, but I don't like sports balls.

I'm demanding pretty much everywhere. Too many years of being in charge I think. Those pics are being sent snail mail. Be patient, they'll get there eventually.

I will admit I wrote that scene for Krista, thinking she'd never read it, but hopeful she'd smile. I really do not like that scent, it's old and for girls. I am going to pretend I didn't see that you have a diffuser. I'm not judging you, only her. Ever her. I have more surprises coming up for fans of Krista. .

I am not into watersports either. I don't find it disgusting like some do, and I won't go in the shower. Or I should say I haven't. But I have a routine, and peeing is handled earlier in that routine. It's almost down to the minute, all my routines. That way I don't have to think about things.

It was not a good look for me. And I was pale, really fucking pale, so I looked like a cadaver. That was in my pill stage, so I was skinny, pale, and hairless. My sexual conquests slowed down for a month until the eyebrows came back. My twenties are filled with such stories, I was reckless, drugged out, and fearless. Much like my characters, I never thought before I acted. My poor friends who had to live on the sidelines while they had to rescue me from one thing to another. No wonder none of them talk to me anymore except one.

Most don't. And my interaction with jeff, as limited as it's been, gives me the impression of nice, thoughtful, and respectful. I am none of those things. Plus apparently I'm a liar as well. I'm a bad boy, don't talk to me. Without a hint of embarrassment, my very first spicy scene, involved watersports. Funny aside, my husband came home one night from work, and on my big screen TV was porn showing guys participating said activity. I had a notepad in my lap and I was taking notes. He looked at me, then at the TV, shook his head and said, I don't want to know.

I was twenty-two, dating this older guy, maybe late thirties. We had been going through a rough patch. And he was invited to a nice dinner, think black tie, at this amazing hotel in downtown Harrisburg Pennsylvania. I didn't want to go, and basically he said shave and wear something nice. So I shaved, my head, my eyebrows, my down there place, my back there place, my legs, and found a tight purple dress with a long slit up the side. I wore black combat boots, the purple dress, and nothing else. Needless to say when I showed up at the hotel, our dating pretty much ended that night. But the fun part of the night, I had to call my friend to pick me up. Instead of taking me home, he was meeting friends at a sports bar. I spent the rest of the night getting drunk with a bunch of jocks wearing nothing but a purple dress. I miss that small town bigotry.

I can't believe I missed that yesterday. But to be fair, I was self medicating pretty hard all day. Krista calling it filthy just might be my new marketing scheme. If she thinks this was filthy, she'd hate Tyler's Dilemma. That being said, my history of writing filthy scenes started with Tyler's Dilemma. Before, I shied away from all descriptions of the act. I felt I was above that kind of writing. So for nearly thirty years, Tyler's Dilemma is the first time I ever attempted to write in that manner. And for some reason, when that dam was broken, I decided to jump all in on the concept. And that decision probably cost me some readers because of the mature rating, but I don't care. I don't know how long this experiment will continue, but I'm enjoying my current direction. And Jeff, getting over your fear of Krista, is probably impossible. I'm petrified of her, but as she said, I charge ahead knowing I'm about to be gourd. Life is more exciting when you're in her crosshairs.

My toe will survive. I on the other hand maybe not so much. eggnog and absinthe is a wonderful combination. But all that sugar leads to a not so fun morning. but I just saved a buttload on my car insurance so life isn’t all hungover

Done that too. but I was twenty something and a bit tipsy. Much like I am now and when I get this way, I share too much. No video's, though I'm sure they are somewhere. Look at the bright lights of my washer, almost done.

So I just saw you posted a new story, tomorrow is Monday, and I'm a bit drunk on eggnog and absinthe, a combination I am enjoying a bit to festively. I don't have time to write a fan fic where Jolt and Fercy? Pive? I got nothing for their ship name, but I also don't have time to write that scene. And if I did, where the fuck would I post it? @Okiegrad is becoming quite demanding. I'll have to send him more photos of me cooking in my jock to get him to back off until I have a handle on his...I mean a handle on my obligations. It's hard out here for a gansta. Get that reference and I'll fly to your city to give you a reward.

oh damn.

So I was snooping around trying to find out the fabulous Krista's age, and I was on her profile page and I discovered something I'll be able to lord over her for the rest of time. I have always deferred to Krista, respected her, nay even slightly worshipped her. All of this because I always thought she was the OG, the original, the fabulous. But lo was I mistaken. I had treated her kindly, with kid gloves, respectful, and allowed her to bash me down in a public forum. I didn't want to step on her toes, I wanted to make sure I allowed her to shine, to flourish whilst I remain under cover, my wonderful pure light safely hidden under a bushel. I joined GA way back in March 2006. I was a fresh faced boy of thirty with an addiction to pills and straight boys. I had hair, a boyfriend named Gerson, and a deadend job where I made 2K a week. Whilst Krista, didn't join until July 2006. I am actually the OG. The original, and I have lots of guys declare I am fabulous. Nothing will change, I will treat Krista with the same kid gloves, I will remain respectful, I will defer to her every whim, while trolling the shit out of her. I will wait very patiently for the next installment of Learned To Lie, All in the safety of knowing though I've been here longer, she is loads more popular and a cooler person than I'll ever be. Like all my comments, this is also pointless and I'm just bored waiting for the next chapter. All Hail the Cult Of Krista, Hallowed be her name, Blessed are the Krista'nites.

For one of us or should I say, the entire GA community.

That might have been a typo. I think I meant PS5, the gaming system. But sure, you're welcome. Kink/dom/sub dynamics are not my thing either. And this does not morph into dom/sub. It does have kink in terms of discussing bondage and lots of after the fact conversations as I did not want to describe the actual bondage scenes. Mainly because it is not my kink and I didn't think I could accurately do it justice but there is a reason for it that will become clear down the line. If I would've had my way, we would have gotten six chapters of their summer game of gay chicken as well as the last seven chapters be one big prologue. As the real story begins here. Percy and Five are on a collision course with multiple crisis. If he doesn't love Five, why is he hiding Ethan's texts. Why did Five...I can't remember where that scene is, but Five felt some things in regards to Ethan. Both of them are now falling into the unknown. All the players have been introduce, with a few more exceptions I think, and the three converging plot points are now hurling towards one another that might collide on Christmas Eve. Seb and Michael are so much fun to write/right. They are a bigger piece of this puzzle. Maybe they are good, maybe they are bad, but I can say they are.