Jason Rimbaud

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.

Tsk Tsk Tsk. The posting schedule is laid out in the first chapter. I post on Mondays. And like clockwork, I always hit my deadline. I also didn't want to fully commit to a Krista's size chapter this early on. I think I've capped them around 6K, only one got bigger so far. I don't think I would ever do 18K word chapter. You are wise beyond a 21 year old for sure. And since I don't know how old you are, I'm going to your profile and see if you have a birthday listed. If not, then I am going to assign an age to you, and depending on that assignment, my level of respect, fear, and trolling will increase or decrease.

Mr. Dog, I do believe I can see your green tie sticking out of your shirt. .

Now that the deed is done, the game morphed, changed, the problem is, they don't quite know what new format will take shape. And romance, if it ever comes into play, will be distorted through their internal lens anyway, and who knows if that translates into emotion to most people. I will say, the art of discovery on a sexual level without the burden of romance, gives them the freedom to explore harder, and further. Whether it works or not, I do have a plan and at the moment, I am happy with the progress. That doesn't make it a good story, that just makes me able to stick to a laidout plan from the very start.

Truthfully, in regards to the ending, I really didn't want to end it there. And I don't like starting a chapter in the middle of an earlier action. But I couldn't find a place that felt comfortable to end it earlier. And since I knew the next Monday was close, I didn't feel too bad about a mini cliffhanger. One of the themes I wanted to explore in this story, not dom/sub per say, but bondage and light BDSM for sure. It was a conscious decision to incorprorate certain elements for Percy's story. I really can't wait for people to read this final story. I'm nearly finished, only a few more chapters to go, the ending is building wonderfully. The main story where you are, I have lots of chapters to go. I meant I am almost finished with writing the story. Bellows & Son's has a much bigger part to play in the story. Ethan for sure.

Is that the very definition of a troll? And apparently I'm not making fun of sandalwood but something I probably made up called saddlewood. Maybe not the same fragrance at all. Either way, wham and bamm from two different stories.

I know, spicy parts are not something I enjoy writing. Let's make a pact to outsource to random authors for our stories. Javin needs to release. Percy and Five have matters well in hand. Wait until later in the story, you have a few more bullets coming. .

Sorry about the late response, I had to go to the emergency room. I'm a world class troll, I hit you from two different stories, fabulous Krista is slowly catching on, and saddlewood still suck in both stories.

You see how easy it is to be forced into something you really don't want to do. Krista is notorious for that. Over on my story, you should read some of things she's saying about me. None of it is wrong, but still. To far. I cried last night. Granted it was because I dropped a hundred pound pallet on my toe, wihich exploded the tip and my shoe filled up with blood. It's super gross, and I wish I knew how to upload pics to here. Though it would probably be banned because it was super bloody. I'll probably lose my nail. But it was so cool looking. My husband nearly passed out. It was epic.

Whew, that makes me feel better. That was exactly what I was attempting to do. Of course, having twenty five days of self torture would be horrible to write/right, so the game must morph into something else in later chapters. Thank you about what you said with characters. I like to explore characters who say one thing, and then think something else. I think many people go back and forth emotionally as well as morally in the moment. Sometimes because they are fooling themselves, sometimes because they are lying to whom they are speaking with, sometimes to protect themselves from harm. Either way, my characters are messy. I love exploring that part of human interaction. I hope I establish strong enough development that the reader buys their duplicitous behavior. Because my characters lie all the time, to each other, to themselves, to the reader. I just find it fun to play around in those spaces as I attempt to make flawed, sometimes unlikable characters, into something more despite their best intentions of being a bastard. Believe it or not, all my characters have a strong sense of right/write and wrong. When the chips are counted, they stand firm for what is right/write. It's all the stuff in the middle that could drive one crazy.

I am nothing if not honest. Firstly, when I motorcrossed, it was only sanctioned races. We have full gear and EMT's on standby. Same for snowmobiles. It was properly sanctioned and I knew the trails like the back of my hand. I did do dangerous sports, but I was also racing since I was twelve, and had ten plus years experience. I had a mini bike before I knew how to ride a bicycle, true story. And since you clutched your pearls hearing about racing, I shan't regale you with the crash that put me out of racing for good. When I got out of the hospital, I rode my bike once around the track that nearly ended me, got off my bike and never rode again. I was twenty-seven.

Then I wrote it wrong. My goal was to convey they never forget about the game. It is always in the forefront. I would have written that better if I wouldn't be scrambling to get this out before Christmas. There are times when those names drive me crazy. Then other times it makes me chuckle. I'm suprised anyone goes along with it. It's ridiculous. You are right/write, Five is indulging in a fantasy he's had for a while. And to muddy the waters even more, Bethany has full knowledge of it. Percy, while not fully understanding the rules, is having a moral crisis that is featured more as the story progresses. You aren't really that familiar with my work, so you might not know these are the types of relationships I love to explore. I try to never have any characters be fully black or white. They are good, bad, heroic, duplicitous, and usually are a mess emotionally. I guess we'll see what type of ending they choose. The real story doesn't start until chapter eight, and things start moving into the plot of the story as Percy and Five begin to realize their game has consequences. Don't know how to type it, but I'm laughing in a very evil manner. I love summer sports too, but I love the snow and being out in it, especially if its a blizzard. So exciting. To be fair, I am always prepared with the right/write equipment, but I do love being frozen.

I'll grant you some things at the top. You do not have the correct parts, truth. I'll even give you that you might be innocent at all times. I will not concede in admitting I am my own worst anything. My comments in this story, from all the readers have been very much on topic and stick to discussing the story. You come in here using truths against me, that's not playing fair. I would never do such a thing to you. Everything I ever say about you is a lie. Because I have respect for you.

Strangle them, one of them might enjoy that. I'll have you know Percy did nothing on a snowmobile that I haven't done in real life. In my younger days, I used to motorcross in the summer and race snowmobiles in the winter. You haven't lived until your flying over the snow at a hundred miles an hour.

Sadly he doesn’t think I’m worthy of help. But I stay up nights hoping he changes his mind.

I didn’t want to admit it in public. But yes. And now you are feeling sleepy. So tired. Good night Mr Dog.

All thing could be possible.

*strokes brain tenderly* "Soon, you shall be reunited with your body. For too long you've been without direction, without purpose. But I shall soon give you that purpose back." "Hey boss, why don't you just shove it back in now. She's not even looking." *casually back-hands henchman* "The reason you have an "H" on your shirt instead of a "B" is because you're an idiot." *Henchman rubs his cheek with a blank expression on his face* "You twat, if we reunite them now, we might never get the ending to Learned To Lie, and that is an unacceptable risk." "Okay boss, that's why you're the boss." "Yes, and don't you forget it." *holds brain up to the light and starts to laugh* "You would've have written Jolt as it's the logical setup. But now we have Javin and I must know if they ever get blowjobs or not. Long Live Javin!" I just read this back and realized I called Krista brainless. What's wrong with me? I only meant, balls I suck. Not that I suck balls, it's an expression not only an action.

Check out Krista's stories, you might enjoy them. her latest, Learned to Lie, while dealing with serious themes, has a heart underneath some of the struggles that is infectious.