Dayne Mora
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1. Why thank you. 2. I try. 3. I'm making progress.....
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I think I worry the hardest when it's a no-sex chapter, but I feel much better after the comments. I'm glad I let you guys get this chapter first.
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I think I worry the hardest when it's a no-sex chapter, but I feel much better after the comments. I'm glad I let you guys get this chapter first.
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Hubs and I decided that it would be hilarious if Teague had known all along back in November. I've been waiting for this truck scene for ages!
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Laurel would have somethings to say about the best friend thing!
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Cory is Hella nervous for most of this chapter as he has a group of people who he's out to with a group he's not out to, and trying to introduce his boyfriend in all that... And yeah, I was totally licked this round. I was no where near close! Even without Skinny's nickname.
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Yep, because you totally invented all of that. It was a toss up between Lope, Adolfo, and Gonzalo, but only the one had the obvious wolf connection.
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Twingman! That is awesome. But, yeah. This won't be the last of Jameson. Or Indie's flashbacks.
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Part One – Little Indiana For reasons that were beyond me, I fully expected to jump off the school bus and find Laurel Sage waiting for me in the middle of the high school quad. We’d been inseparable my last year at Townsend, but I was going to have to wait another two years before she’d be able to join me at Bishop. I made it all the way through seventh grade without a having friend at all, let alone a best friend. I told myself I could survive until my junior year without Laurel. But, st
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I think I need to bring Keenan into the story, in the flesh. I have some short scraps with a couple side characters that I might post MetaPrompts-style. Could totally see a story for Keenan.
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I've started predicting which lines you'll like the most. By far, this was my favorite one to write. I love Preston, but I love him losing his shit even more.
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If we're following Meta logic, then the idea of 9 men getting busy is even hotter still. I'll be honest though, people, in any number, orientation, or gender, getting busy is hella hot. But, Cory is young, so we'll forgive him for not understanding this. (You know, I whimper a little every time I see a grammar error in my own writing. Is that what you want!? So mean! **cries**)
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When Indie was just forming as a character, and Preston didn't exist, I felt he needed a guy who would lead him around by the nose and completely flip his world (in the process of rocking it, natch). However, as both characters developed, I felt that Preston was the one who needed to be thrown the most.
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I rolled off Cory and lay next to him on the floor while we both tried to catch our breath. I had stopped cumming, but the aftershocks still rocked my body, making my abs spasmodically contract and release. Aftershocks didn’t always happen, but they were certainly more consistent when Cory and I fucked. With no blankets and no pillows, the hardwood wasn’t exactly comfortable, but we were still too spent to move. The most we could manage was our usual post-fuck cuddle – me on my back with my
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Sticky Fingers be Damned
Dayne Mora commented on Dayne Mora's story chapter in Sticky Fingers be Damned
Efrain and Cory needed to happen quick or else I'd spend all day thinking about football players and showers. Getting them out of the way let me build Indie and Preston more. -
Sticky Fingers be Damned
Dayne Mora commented on Dayne Mora's story chapter in Sticky Fingers be Damned
Let's see. Just gave Thorn 11 and 12. I'm not completely satisfied with 12 just yet, but it's close. -
“Dr. Collins, I could have brought the book up to you.” I came back from my coffee break to find my graduate advisor pulling a book from one of the shelves. Digital age and all, but some of the stuff needed for our research we had to get the old fashioned way. Mine and Mike’s office was technically Professor Collins’ professional library. “Not a problem, Indie,” he said, plopping down into the old leather chair near my desk. “Gives an old man an excuse to stretch his legs.” “Dude, you’re b
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I carefully eased out from under Efrain’s arm and out of his warm bed. I padded across the room toward my drawer to get something to wear. About three weeks into our relationship (the fuckbuddy one, not the boyfriend part) Efrain had decided that it was silly for me to carry a bag full of clothes and toiletries back and forth when I stayed over, and that it was even sillier for me to leave early so I could run back to my place to shower and change before class. He cleared out a drawer in his
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Smitten Wolfie, Drunken Boyfriend
Dayne Mora commented on Dayne Mora's story chapter in Smitten Wolfie, Drunken Boyfriend
Can't fault Laurel and Mike for trying. -
Smitten Wolfie, Drunken Boyfriend
Dayne Mora commented on Dayne Mora's story chapter in Smitten Wolfie, Drunken Boyfriend
Probably should have put a disclaimer in there somewhere. Mr. Wolfie was supposed sober up before they left (Cory also wasn't supposed to be that drunk). -
This was what I hated about Cards Against Humanity. I had the suckassiest hand, and had to make a lame as fuck play, only to pull up the most perfect card. Not like it would matter. Laurel’s friends were fucking idiots and wouldn’t get a clever play if it bit their basic asses. Her posse of girlfriends (who I called the blonde and the brunette because I could never remember their names) and attendant boyfriends brought over cheap alcohol, but had been steadily plowing through my craft
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"next"? You just want them to start bumping uglies again! ^.^
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Part One – Indie Comes to Jesus “Shit.” Whatever Efrain had to say was lost as he pushed past me, calling for Cory. He paused at the door to shoot a terse “fucking asshole” over his shoulder. I could just barely make out a truck engine pulling away. I few moments later, the front door slammed shut. There was a loud thump followed by a string of curses from Efrain. Then some stomping before his bedroom door slammed closed. I knew I had overstepped, but he had to be warned. I decided
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I can't think of genres just yet, but I do think the Big Man on Campus is our Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
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I second Meetup.com - most of the friends I have now, I met through them.
