Cake, or ...Death? Or--Porn?
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roxyHere as promised, or threatened depending on your Riley love, is the long winded pwp. It makes me think though...they're so cool together.It be nice to know more...or it could be just me!
Look what I figured out!
He took another sip from his beer, and watched Riley do the same.
The sky was already a deep purple, and a few stars glimmered high overhead.
Riley took a deep pull off his beer and looked up.
“It’s –big out here, isn’t it?”
Lindsey looked sideways at him. “I guess.”
Riley laughed softy. “Well, it is to me. Being in the jungle for a long time, you forget that spaces can just go on forever like this.”
Lindsey grinned and moved to lean against the back of the truck “Yeah. Mountains are like that too. I guess between the two of us, we been a lot of places. Got a lot of stories to tell.”
Riley ducked his head over his bottle. “Nah. No stories. Nothing I want to tell, anyway.” He looked at Lindsey and flushed a bit. “Not trying to be rude, and all--”
“Hey! It’s ok! I’m too nosy for my own good sometimes.” Lindsey held his hands up, beer clutched between thumb and finger of one hand and for some reason Riley’s eyes glued to that hand, the bottle gleaming, still wet from the ice in the styrofoam cooler. He felt his cheeks go red and leaned his head over the cooler, fished out a piece of ice to suck on, and wiped water across his face.
Lindsey watched him, and then held out his hand for a piece of ice. He leaned back against the rear of the truck and spread his legs wide. Riley twisted sideways so he was sitting in the bed, and not looking at the vee of Lindsey’s legs, and then not looking as Lindsey rubbed the ice over his lips, across his mouth and chin, sucked it into his mouth and crunched it in his teeth.
They both drank a bit in silence before Lindsey spoke up again. “So, where are you going to after this, boy, if that’s not too personal a question?” He smiled as he said it so Riley would know he wasn’t angry at being brushed off and Riley couldn’t help but smile back, his eyes on Lindsey’s now, a safe---safer place to look.
“I’m not going to anything. I’m going away from…a lot of stuff. Stuff you wouldn’t believe if I told you, man.” He looked at the toes of his boots and laughed and Lindsey knew his thoughts were a thousand miles away. That wouldn’t do, he needed him here and now, with him.
“You’d be surprised by what I’d believe, boy.” Again he smiled, a slow moving thing that revealed just the tips of his teeth, and licked his bottom lip. “You ready--” grinned and waved a hand at the cooler when Riley jerked his head around.
“Oh—oh yeah—um.” He fished in the water and ice and pulled a dripping bottle out, handed it to Lindsey and watched him wipe it off on his thigh.
“So--so Lindsey, what about you? Where are you planning on going to?”
Lindsey looked wildly happy for a moment, his smile wide, his white teeth glittered wetly and the look on his face sent a chill down Riley’s back.
“Son I’m not going *to* anything either. I’m going back. And when I get there, I’m going to fuck the Devil, believe that!” He laughed and whipped his hat off, and tossed it to the side. “Fuck, yeah—it’s going to be a lot of fun….”
Riley found himself up against the rear of the truck too, next to Lindsey. His hand reached out and ran fingers through Lindsey’s sweat damp hair as though it had a will of it’s own, and Lindsey grabbed it. He looked into Riley’s eyes, and Riley saw no bottom to the ice blue ones locked on to his.
“Bad hand, very bad hand,” Lindsey scolded and then laughed just a beat too hard. Stung, Riley tried to pull his hand back, but Lindsey was surprisingly strong for a little guy.
He slowly, slowly pulled Riley forward, it seemed to take an eternity, and then their lips met and Riley sighed. It was wrong and bad, he’d been taught so his whole life, but he’d been wanting to touch those lips, feel them since he first laid eyes on Lindsey. Slowly pressure increased until there was no denying it was a real kiss, not an accident, oh sorry I’ll just back off.
This was a kiss that said in a minute you’re going to beg me to fuck you.
Riley swam up out of a trance, and every fiber of his Iowa being screamed at him to stop, wrong, wrong, he tried to pull his head back but Lindsey’s hand on the back of it kept him there, his teeth scraping delicately over and over Riley’s lips until his last bit of resistance melted, until he was whining and trying to capture Lindsey’s tongue, sucking and biting at his lips and making noises that no one else ever heard him make. And all the while he could feel Lindsey shake with laughter.
He was gasping for air when Lindsey finally let him go, and it turned into groans when he pressed his hand into his crotch, and squeezed gently.
“Riley, Riley, come out to play,” He whispered in his ear, and ran his hand under his shirt, pinched a nipple while he fucked his ear with his tongue. Riley’s head fell back and he felt his bones turn to water. Whatever this man wanted to do to him was ok, more than ok—he was ready. He reached for Lindsey’s zipper, but Lindsey pushed his hand away from him, pulled his zipper down, and Riley watched while he pulled himself out. He stared at Lindsey’s dick, Lindsey’s hand moving over it and his own hand twitched at the thought that he was going to touch it. His dick jumped and he groaned low, and breathy.
“Riley, boy, you’re too hot. Take this off,” he flipped Riley’s t-shirt up, but didn’t take it all the way off, just slid it over his shoulders, exposing his chest, and helped him pull his pants down, stopped him when he got to mid thigh, “Leave it, it’s a pretty picture,” his voice was deep and husky, it struck a chord in Riley that made him suck in air and his hips rose, when Lindsey scraped his nails down his chest all control was gone. He grabbed at Lindsey, and Lindsey grinned.
“Hey! How about I suck you?” He asked brightly.
Riley could barely breathe; he was so turned on, he just nodded his head frantically. Lindsey leaned down, and ran his finger in the little pool of precome on Riley’s stomach. “You ready?”
Riley’s eyes shifted to the cooler, and he giggled, too giddy and half drunk to be embarrassed. This time it meant just what he wanted it to mean. “God, yes, been ready, please suck me, suck me, plea—oh!”
Lindsey liked giving head. He liked the feel of a dick in his mouth, hell, he loved it; he loved feeling it jump. Loved the feeling of the blunt head pushing across the roof of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, loved the taste, loved the slick slide over his tongue, when he hollowed his cheeks loved feeling it on every inch of his mouth, most of all, loved the power. He stroked himself lightly in time with his movement on Riley’s dick.
Riley hips rose off the bed of the truck, he strained not to fuck Lindsey’s mouth, but that meant he had to yell and yell, when he felt the head of his dick slip deeper, and muscle clamp around him, he couldn’t anymore, he grabbed Lindsey’s head and jerked his hips up, fucked in once, twice and came like a kid at his first time, shooting down Lindsey’s throat and screaming his own throat raw.
Lindsey rocked back on his heels; mouth swollen and red, wet down to his chin with come and spit. He stood, unsteady in the bed, and yanked his own pants down, his dick slapping up against him. Riley thought how am I going to do that, when Lindsey said, “Get up."
Riley looked confused.
“Get up on your hands and knees,” he said.
Riley tried to take it in. He wants –to fuck me. Fuck me. I can’t--“How?”
Lindsey smiled “I’ll show you.”
“But—but--” Riley went to his knees and onto his elbows as his mouth was protesting and his brain was arguing; his body overrode them all.
Lindsey smiled when Riley went so readily to his knees, his ass up in the air. He could feel how tense the man was. That was ok. He liked it like that. First time ever, and he was going to make sure he’d never forget it. He licked his finger and pushed it against the ring of muscle, just let it slide across it. Riley jumped, but made no sound. Ok. Lindsey rubbed a little more, slowly around and around, until Riley began to move a little in time with the movement. Lindsey pushed the tip of his finger in, slipped it in and out, and Riley started to move back and forth, began to push a little against it, forcing Lindsey’s finger in deeper. Lindsey grinned, oh yes, this was going to be fun.
Riley wasn’t breathing as steady now, but deeper, and his breath was catching in his chest. His hips pumped back a bit, the feeling was –exciting. It felt good; it felt like he needed more.
He moaned a bit when Lindsey moved his finger away, and flushed in embarrassment. He heard a scuffle and Lindsey was back, and Riley felt something cold dribbling down his cleft. Lindsey rubbed it in, it’s just lotion, it’ll help. Make it better for you. One finger, back where it had been, the lotion warming quickly and yeah, it was even better, better when he added another finger, better when he moved them deeper.
Riley’ stomach muscles clenched and he felt light headed, he pushed back and the fingers slid in deeper, they shifted inside and a bolt shot through him, and his dick flexed and grew hard again. He panted and gasped, he couldn’t believe the feeling—his head dropped down on his arms and he tried not to shout when Lindsey began fucking him with his fingers. He had to bite his fist when he yanked his fingers out. Riley was going to beg when he felt Lindsey again, not fingers this time. He knew what was going to happen, and he tensed up.
Lindsey rubbed his back his hips his ass, Shh, ahh, relax, I won’t hurt you, relax so we can do this…he pushed against Riley, slowly steadily and Riley panted as he tried to relax and let Lindsey in. Lindsey pushed, pushed and the crown popped in and Riley shuddered, drawing a groan out of Lindsey. He pushed deeper and Riley groaned, more out of pain then pleasure, his dick wilted, he felt like he was being filled with fire, it hurt, it felt like he was splitting, he couldn’t stop shaking and he felt clammy, weak, dizzy. He broke out in a sweat as Lindsey rocked back and forth in him, shallow strokes and he still felt as though he were being pulled inside out on each slide.
Lindsey kept steady rhythm, slow and even and held the T-shirt twisted in his fist, rocked him back like the shirt was reigns, the thought made Riley groan and suddenly he warmed all over, his muscles relaxed and Lindsey sunk all the way in and gasped, moaned and sunk his fingers into Riley’s hips. He pushed up and angled his thrust, hit the prostate and again Riley’s world narrowed to the electricity that surged through his body. Riley sobbed as Lindsey speeded up, His hair was wet with sweat, he felt it rolling down his back, his sweat, Lindsey’s sweat, Lindsey’s fingers slipped back and forth on his hips and Riley bucked back into it and his dick surged into hardness again.
This was his world; Lindsey, his hands holding him his dick filling him his balls hitting him and now now now--
Part of his mind thought, shit my knees are going to be fucked up as they screeched against the bed of the truck, part of his mind thought he was going to want to be fucked forever, and then Lindsey came, he could feel it, felt his dick pulse and felt his groans through his back, and when he reached around to grip Riley, just the brush of his fingers had him coming.
When he could stop shaking and moaning, when he could lift his head again and unlock his muscles, he saw that Lindsey was already dressed and was standing on the road, leaning against the side of the truck. Staring at him. Smiling.
“Get dressed, got a long ride ahead.” Riley pulled his wet T-shirt back over his chest, and yanked his pants back up his thighs. He felt like shit, his throat hurt and he had to swallow before he spoke to Lindsey.
“Where’re you going to drop me, I mean, are you—do you mind giving me a ride--”
“Nobody’s dropping anybody anywhere. Get in the cab, you’re coming with.”
Riley stared at him.” But you’re going to fuck the Devil, I thought,” and felt like a fool for blushing.
Lindsey laughed, "Son, that devil’s not going anywhere, and besides, maybe I wanna live after. I think I better look into making sure of that! . How about you come along for the ride? It’ll be fun, I’m betting….”
Lindsey’s hell raising grin spread across his face and filled Riley’s eyes. “Yeah, I think—I think it’ll be a hell of a lot of fun, Lins.”
No doubt about that.
Look what I figured out!
He took another sip from his beer, and watched Riley do the same.
The sky was already a deep purple, and a few stars glimmered high overhead.
Riley took a deep pull off his beer and looked up.
“It’s –big out here, isn’t it?”
Lindsey looked sideways at him. “I guess.”
Riley laughed softy. “Well, it is to me. Being in the jungle for a long time, you forget that spaces can just go on forever like this.”
Lindsey grinned and moved to lean against the back of the truck “Yeah. Mountains are like that too. I guess between the two of us, we been a lot of places. Got a lot of stories to tell.”
Riley ducked his head over his bottle. “Nah. No stories. Nothing I want to tell, anyway.” He looked at Lindsey and flushed a bit. “Not trying to be rude, and all--”
“Hey! It’s ok! I’m too nosy for my own good sometimes.” Lindsey held his hands up, beer clutched between thumb and finger of one hand and for some reason Riley’s eyes glued to that hand, the bottle gleaming, still wet from the ice in the styrofoam cooler. He felt his cheeks go red and leaned his head over the cooler, fished out a piece of ice to suck on, and wiped water across his face.
Lindsey watched him, and then held out his hand for a piece of ice. He leaned back against the rear of the truck and spread his legs wide. Riley twisted sideways so he was sitting in the bed, and not looking at the vee of Lindsey’s legs, and then not looking as Lindsey rubbed the ice over his lips, across his mouth and chin, sucked it into his mouth and crunched it in his teeth.
They both drank a bit in silence before Lindsey spoke up again. “So, where are you going to after this, boy, if that’s not too personal a question?” He smiled as he said it so Riley would know he wasn’t angry at being brushed off and Riley couldn’t help but smile back, his eyes on Lindsey’s now, a safe---safer place to look.
“I’m not going to anything. I’m going away from…a lot of stuff. Stuff you wouldn’t believe if I told you, man.” He looked at the toes of his boots and laughed and Lindsey knew his thoughts were a thousand miles away. That wouldn’t do, he needed him here and now, with him.
“You’d be surprised by what I’d believe, boy.” Again he smiled, a slow moving thing that revealed just the tips of his teeth, and licked his bottom lip. “You ready--” grinned and waved a hand at the cooler when Riley jerked his head around.
“Oh—oh yeah—um.” He fished in the water and ice and pulled a dripping bottle out, handed it to Lindsey and watched him wipe it off on his thigh.
“So--so Lindsey, what about you? Where are you planning on going to?”
Lindsey looked wildly happy for a moment, his smile wide, his white teeth glittered wetly and the look on his face sent a chill down Riley’s back.
“Son I’m not going *to* anything either. I’m going back. And when I get there, I’m going to fuck the Devil, believe that!” He laughed and whipped his hat off, and tossed it to the side. “Fuck, yeah—it’s going to be a lot of fun….”
Riley found himself up against the rear of the truck too, next to Lindsey. His hand reached out and ran fingers through Lindsey’s sweat damp hair as though it had a will of it’s own, and Lindsey grabbed it. He looked into Riley’s eyes, and Riley saw no bottom to the ice blue ones locked on to his.
“Bad hand, very bad hand,” Lindsey scolded and then laughed just a beat too hard. Stung, Riley tried to pull his hand back, but Lindsey was surprisingly strong for a little guy.
He slowly, slowly pulled Riley forward, it seemed to take an eternity, and then their lips met and Riley sighed. It was wrong and bad, he’d been taught so his whole life, but he’d been wanting to touch those lips, feel them since he first laid eyes on Lindsey. Slowly pressure increased until there was no denying it was a real kiss, not an accident, oh sorry I’ll just back off.
This was a kiss that said in a minute you’re going to beg me to fuck you.
Riley swam up out of a trance, and every fiber of his Iowa being screamed at him to stop, wrong, wrong, he tried to pull his head back but Lindsey’s hand on the back of it kept him there, his teeth scraping delicately over and over Riley’s lips until his last bit of resistance melted, until he was whining and trying to capture Lindsey’s tongue, sucking and biting at his lips and making noises that no one else ever heard him make. And all the while he could feel Lindsey shake with laughter.
He was gasping for air when Lindsey finally let him go, and it turned into groans when he pressed his hand into his crotch, and squeezed gently.
“Riley, Riley, come out to play,” He whispered in his ear, and ran his hand under his shirt, pinched a nipple while he fucked his ear with his tongue. Riley’s head fell back and he felt his bones turn to water. Whatever this man wanted to do to him was ok, more than ok—he was ready. He reached for Lindsey’s zipper, but Lindsey pushed his hand away from him, pulled his zipper down, and Riley watched while he pulled himself out. He stared at Lindsey’s dick, Lindsey’s hand moving over it and his own hand twitched at the thought that he was going to touch it. His dick jumped and he groaned low, and breathy.
“Riley, boy, you’re too hot. Take this off,” he flipped Riley’s t-shirt up, but didn’t take it all the way off, just slid it over his shoulders, exposing his chest, and helped him pull his pants down, stopped him when he got to mid thigh, “Leave it, it’s a pretty picture,” his voice was deep and husky, it struck a chord in Riley that made him suck in air and his hips rose, when Lindsey scraped his nails down his chest all control was gone. He grabbed at Lindsey, and Lindsey grinned.
“Hey! How about I suck you?” He asked brightly.
Riley could barely breathe; he was so turned on, he just nodded his head frantically. Lindsey leaned down, and ran his finger in the little pool of precome on Riley’s stomach. “You ready?”
Riley’s eyes shifted to the cooler, and he giggled, too giddy and half drunk to be embarrassed. This time it meant just what he wanted it to mean. “God, yes, been ready, please suck me, suck me, plea—oh!”
Lindsey liked giving head. He liked the feel of a dick in his mouth, hell, he loved it; he loved feeling it jump. Loved the feeling of the blunt head pushing across the roof of his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, loved the taste, loved the slick slide over his tongue, when he hollowed his cheeks loved feeling it on every inch of his mouth, most of all, loved the power. He stroked himself lightly in time with his movement on Riley’s dick.
Riley hips rose off the bed of the truck, he strained not to fuck Lindsey’s mouth, but that meant he had to yell and yell, when he felt the head of his dick slip deeper, and muscle clamp around him, he couldn’t anymore, he grabbed Lindsey’s head and jerked his hips up, fucked in once, twice and came like a kid at his first time, shooting down Lindsey’s throat and screaming his own throat raw.
Lindsey rocked back on his heels; mouth swollen and red, wet down to his chin with come and spit. He stood, unsteady in the bed, and yanked his own pants down, his dick slapping up against him. Riley thought how am I going to do that, when Lindsey said, “Get up."
Riley looked confused.
“Get up on your hands and knees,” he said.
Riley tried to take it in. He wants –to fuck me. Fuck me. I can’t--“How?”
Lindsey smiled “I’ll show you.”
“But—but--” Riley went to his knees and onto his elbows as his mouth was protesting and his brain was arguing; his body overrode them all.
Lindsey smiled when Riley went so readily to his knees, his ass up in the air. He could feel how tense the man was. That was ok. He liked it like that. First time ever, and he was going to make sure he’d never forget it. He licked his finger and pushed it against the ring of muscle, just let it slide across it. Riley jumped, but made no sound. Ok. Lindsey rubbed a little more, slowly around and around, until Riley began to move a little in time with the movement. Lindsey pushed the tip of his finger in, slipped it in and out, and Riley started to move back and forth, began to push a little against it, forcing Lindsey’s finger in deeper. Lindsey grinned, oh yes, this was going to be fun.
Riley wasn’t breathing as steady now, but deeper, and his breath was catching in his chest. His hips pumped back a bit, the feeling was –exciting. It felt good; it felt like he needed more.
He moaned a bit when Lindsey moved his finger away, and flushed in embarrassment. He heard a scuffle and Lindsey was back, and Riley felt something cold dribbling down his cleft. Lindsey rubbed it in, it’s just lotion, it’ll help. Make it better for you. One finger, back where it had been, the lotion warming quickly and yeah, it was even better, better when he added another finger, better when he moved them deeper.
Riley’ stomach muscles clenched and he felt light headed, he pushed back and the fingers slid in deeper, they shifted inside and a bolt shot through him, and his dick flexed and grew hard again. He panted and gasped, he couldn’t believe the feeling—his head dropped down on his arms and he tried not to shout when Lindsey began fucking him with his fingers. He had to bite his fist when he yanked his fingers out. Riley was going to beg when he felt Lindsey again, not fingers this time. He knew what was going to happen, and he tensed up.
Lindsey rubbed his back his hips his ass, Shh, ahh, relax, I won’t hurt you, relax so we can do this…he pushed against Riley, slowly steadily and Riley panted as he tried to relax and let Lindsey in. Lindsey pushed, pushed and the crown popped in and Riley shuddered, drawing a groan out of Lindsey. He pushed deeper and Riley groaned, more out of pain then pleasure, his dick wilted, he felt like he was being filled with fire, it hurt, it felt like he was splitting, he couldn’t stop shaking and he felt clammy, weak, dizzy. He broke out in a sweat as Lindsey rocked back and forth in him, shallow strokes and he still felt as though he were being pulled inside out on each slide.
Lindsey kept steady rhythm, slow and even and held the T-shirt twisted in his fist, rocked him back like the shirt was reigns, the thought made Riley groan and suddenly he warmed all over, his muscles relaxed and Lindsey sunk all the way in and gasped, moaned and sunk his fingers into Riley’s hips. He pushed up and angled his thrust, hit the prostate and again Riley’s world narrowed to the electricity that surged through his body. Riley sobbed as Lindsey speeded up, His hair was wet with sweat, he felt it rolling down his back, his sweat, Lindsey’s sweat, Lindsey’s fingers slipped back and forth on his hips and Riley bucked back into it and his dick surged into hardness again.
This was his world; Lindsey, his hands holding him his dick filling him his balls hitting him and now now now--
Part of his mind thought, shit my knees are going to be fucked up as they screeched against the bed of the truck, part of his mind thought he was going to want to be fucked forever, and then Lindsey came, he could feel it, felt his dick pulse and felt his groans through his back, and when he reached around to grip Riley, just the brush of his fingers had him coming.
When he could stop shaking and moaning, when he could lift his head again and unlock his muscles, he saw that Lindsey was already dressed and was standing on the road, leaning against the side of the truck. Staring at him. Smiling.
“Get dressed, got a long ride ahead.” Riley pulled his wet T-shirt back over his chest, and yanked his pants back up his thighs. He felt like shit, his throat hurt and he had to swallow before he spoke to Lindsey.
“Where’re you going to drop me, I mean, are you—do you mind giving me a ride--”
“Nobody’s dropping anybody anywhere. Get in the cab, you’re coming with.”
Riley stared at him.” But you’re going to fuck the Devil, I thought,” and felt like a fool for blushing.
Lindsey laughed, "Son, that devil’s not going anywhere, and besides, maybe I wanna live after. I think I better look into making sure of that! . How about you come along for the ride? It’ll be fun, I’m betting….”
Lindsey’s hell raising grin spread across his face and filled Riley’s eyes. “Yeah, I think—I think it’ll be a hell of a lot of fun, Lins.”
No doubt about that.
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8/21/04 06:38 am (UTC)I've also read some Angel/Riley that was twisted enough to make my heart sing, along with the angst and the garment rending...sigh! Good times, good times!
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8/21/04 07:25 am (UTC)You must explore all possiblities--widen your horizons!
Lets say...Lindsey and Lex? Damn! that's been done...
Has Spike and Lex been done? And I swear I read a Xander and Lex once...
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8/21/04 08:00 am (UTC)Clark /Xander...wow! The mind boogles! I used to avoid crossovers like the plague,the ones I did read were by accident--in fact SV was an accident, I forget what I was looking for, but it opened a whole new world for me.So much slash, so little time, tsk.
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8/21/04 04:07 pm (UTC)As Queen of Teh Universe, I make you my official Fic Recommender.
Rise, Sir(ette) Abi of Eljay, Duke of Ellington,Count of Basie, Earl of Fatha Hines,Sir Loin of Pork...
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8/21/04 04:51 pm (UTC)BTW did you see the picture of me and
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8/21/04 05:08 pm (UTC)And look at you! All cute *pinches cheek,dances out of line of fire*
I just knew you had excellent taste....
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8/22/04 05:41 pm (UTC)So glad it met with your approval!And I know, the eyes, they're just so beautiful!
I couldn't get Lindsey's tattoos written in, in this one, but I'm going on with this, I'm thinking, let them hang out a bit together, y'know? Could be fun!
Riley Riley Riley Riley and Lindsey mmmmmmmmmm
8/22/04 05:58 pm (UTC)Re: Riley Riley Riley Riley and Lindsey mmmmmmmmmm
8/22/04 06:26 pm (UTC)Hmmm--have to have an icon for this...
Re: Riley Riley Riley Riley and Lindsey mmmmmmmmmm
8/22/04 06:43 pm (UTC)Re: Riley Riley Riley Riley and Lindsey mmmmmmmmmm
8/22/04 06:54 pm (UTC)Sneaks back to ask,"Not Graham?"
I like your ideas...
Re: Riley Riley Riley Riley and Lindsey mmmmmmmmmm
8/22/04 07:38 pm (UTC)Re: Riley Riley Riley Riley and Lindsey mmmmmmmmmm
8/23/04 01:06 am (UTC)Re: Riley Riley Riley Riley and Lindsey mmmmmmmmmm
8/23/04 01:09 am (UTC)Re: Riley Riley Riley Riley and Lindsey mmmmmmmmmm
8/23/04 01:45 am (UTC)I think *you* need to write that, one way or another, *that's* getting written!