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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
To reach 8700 posts! Yeah!
And if everyone reads this a few dozen times today, we'll hit 76,000 views, too!
Wowza!
L
mariez:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on December 28, 2006, 12:58:57 pm ---To reach 8700 posts! Yeah!
And if everyone reads this a few dozen times today, we'll hit 76,000 views, too!
Wowza!
L
--- End quote ---
Well - here's one more! Looks like five more views will do it!
Marie
MaineWriter:
And we did it!
L
MaineWriter:
Good morning! Today, chapters 16 through 20.
http://louisev.livejournal.com/32257.html
In chapter 16, Ellery's geometry lesson:
Ennis managed to get Ellery to the bed without much difficulty, and propped him up with one powerful arm under his armpits while he undressed him. As his hand worked his zipper down, Ellery took in a breath, his cock stirring at the touch.
“I swear you are a horny sumbitch. Yer all black an blue an I touch ya an yer hard.”
“Yep, always was like that. Used ta get hard watchin Lance Wayland in geometry class too,” he said casually, trying to ignore the erection as Ennis slid his pants down. “To this day you draw a parallelogram on a chalkboard an I start sweatin.”
“A what?”
“Geometric figure, Ennis. Kinda like a rectangle only ya push it down a bit so its leanin over.”
“Oh. Never got ta geometry. That was sophomore stuff.”
Leslie
MaineWriter:
Ellery always cracks me up. From Chapter 17:
“The way you eat you shouldn’t be so skinny.”
“Nerves, Ennis,” Ellery said, feigning a trembling hand. “Need ta be calmed down by the arms of a big strong man.”
Ennis rolled his eyes. “You are so full a shit.”
and more, same chapter:
“The what?” he heard Ennis ask, then he drifted, dreaming about soft, warm kisses, thinking he could almost feel the silky hard length of Ennis’s cock sliding against his thigh, and he reached out a disoriented hand, moaning softly with pleasure, a cool, diffuse buzz making him feel like he was floating several feet above his body.
“Oh... sweetheart, just like that...” he slurred, unintelligibly, his lashes fluttering open once more, and he woke to see Ennis gazing at him, a line of worry between his molten brown eyes.
“Whut?”
“Nuthin,” he mumbled. “Jes... dreamin.”
“Dreamin a what?” For some reason, Ennis looked very unhappy.
He sighed, the lack of inhibition and the floating sensation making him feel surrounded by a solid cocoon of pleasure. “Dreamin about yer cock...” he sighed.
“Jesus Christ Ellery,” Ennis stood, abruptly, and grabbed his book, sitting down in the chair across from him. “We ain’t gonna play grabass with you high on them pills. I’ll sit here. An Wes came by with yer papers.”
“Good, good....” he said. “Come here, sweetheart, jes put yer arms around me till I go back to sleep.
“You got a hardon, I’ll come over there when you ain’t got a hardon anymore.”
Ellery sighed, a pang of disappointment going through him like a burst of low current electricity, but before he had a chance to answer, he had drifted off again, into another dream of soft whispering and sliding, entwined limbs.
Leslie
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