Jason Rimbaud

I prefer the other one

Percy does seem to like saying gross things. I tried to stop him but he has a mind of his own.

I'm surprised you didn't comment "first"

Percy was in the process of making another drink when Five walked into the kitchen. Five wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist. He nuzzled into his neck and said, “The back of your shorts are all wet.” Percy tilted his head and replied dryly, “That’s your cum dripping out of my ass.” Five frowned. “Sometimes you really say the grossest things.” Percy chuckled. Five added, “We just had amazing sex, and you make a joke out of it.” Percy paused for a moment. He had picke

I'd rather drink Elijah Craig after someone else drank it. *shudders* Michters maybe, Jack Daniels single barrel is pretty good. Louis the 14th is probably my favorite.

Did you quote yourself?

Not writing it, that wouldn’t take long at all. I meant editing chapter the next one I’m posting. I am now three pages away. Just got home and choosing which whiskey I am going to enjoy while I finish my story.

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.