[fandom] college football

[escritoireazul]

So that's how it's gonna be this season, huh? Oh, Wolverines, why you gotta be like that? Why you gotta break my heart? I'm actually kind of glad I was too ill to attend the game, watching it at home (I dvred it to watch when I could sit in here without getting sick) was heartbreaking enough.

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However, the following things are also true, and good:

DVR = AWESOME
Writing = coming along well
Health = feeling much better
Apartment = still not fully unpacked but have two more days
Long weekend = Good, despite illness
Vin Diesel = Still hot
Double feature of Babylon A.D. and The Dark Knight on Imax with raz0rgirl = wonderful way to spend a Friday night

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[catalinay.livejournal.com]

Not really related to the above, but:

I've been bitten by a fic bug and so am writing a Dom/Letty/Eden threesome.

[escritoireazul.livejournal.com]

So, uh, did you ever finish this Dom/Letty/Eden threesome? Because that kind of sounds like the most awesome thing ever.

[catalinay.livejournal.com]

It's not exactly *done*, but here's what I have written up so far (it's kind of just a tease till the real smut starts). I can probably manage to get some more written out if you like it!

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Eden freezes just inside the room, the cleaning cart blocking her way out, her eyes locked on the couple in front of her. He's watching Eden, back against the headboard, a joint in one hand, the other stroking the girl’s dark, wavy hair. Her head’s bobbing up and down on his cock, but Eden’s eyes immediately travel down the expanse of her back, across her ass, to her completely exposed pussy. All of her skin is the exact same shade, and Eden just stands there staring for half a minute, trying to decide if this chick tans naked or if it’s just her natural coloring.

“I…shit, I’m sorry…” Eden finally mutters as she turns, trying to get out of the room to the safety of the hallway. “The Do Not Disturb sign must’ve fallen off….”

“Was never on the door in the first place,” he laughs, shrugging a little, his voice low and gravelly. “She saw you the other day, in the gym…an’ then figured out you’re responsible for our room. So…you can stay, if you want.”

“I don’t…” Eden stammers, stopping with her hand on the doorknob, her brain telling her to get the hell outta here already, but her body blatantly refusing to obey. She opens her mouth to say thanks, but no thanks, but what comes out instead is, “I don’t do guys.”

It’s not true…the truth would be that the only guy she fucks is Kala, that she’s fucking him on a pretty regular basis these days, but she figures that’s between her and Kala. Nobody else needs to know.

He laughs, taking a drag off the joint before answering, “Perfect…’cause you’re for her, not for me. Lick her pussy, an’ later she’ll do you while I’m fuckin’ her.”

Eden remembers seeing them before, around the hotel. The guy is fucking huge, all testosterone, bordering on scary until you notice the way he looks at his girl. Anne-Marie swears she and Eden could be twins, separated at birth. Eden doesn’t see the resemblance, aside from being the same general size and shape. “Has she done that kinda shit before?” Eden asks, not believing she’s actually considering the offer. “I don’t do first-timers, either.”

That’s another lie…Anne-Marie had certainly never been with a girl before Eden. But she’s learned a lesson. No more first-timers, ‘cause the local girls will just freak out on her sooner or later and the tourists are probably just curious and don’t know shit about eating pussy. Eden’s tired of being the one who’s always giving…this is why she’s fucking Kala so much. Even though dudes don’t usually flip her switches, there’s something about him….

“Oh, she’s had more’n her share of pussy,” he laughs, taking another drag off the joint, grimacing a little, like he’s close to coming.

Next thing Eden knows, she’s standing right in front of the girl, hand stroking the backs of her thighs. Her tongue darts out between her lips, looking back up at the guy when she hears him laughing.

“Should see the way she’s eyein’ your pussy, ruca,” he murmurs, reaching down again to stroke her hair, taking another drag off the joint. “You were right…she ain’t got eyes for me at all.”

Eden doesn’t quite know why she’s still standing there, letting this bastard talk about her like she’s not even in the room.