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Don't Die!
I got off to a rousing start this morning by racing down the stairs to watch the first hour of Terror in the Mall just because I am weak and cannot stand to know that David Soul is on television and I'm not watching him. Yes, I know I have seen the crappy movie more times than I care to count. Yes, I know I have the first hour on tape. Yes, I know he will die with a crossbow to the back no matter how many times I watch it. That still doesn't change the fact that I watched it;) And I remember the first time I saw that movie I was aghast at how startlingly different his voice was. Now, I'm all about the "I don't care if you die, I still love you."
I'm standing watch over my betta fish, Boo, because I fear he's gotten chlorine poisoning. I cleaned him and I think the de-chlorine stuff didn't mix well before he got put back in. The problem is, he's acting sporatically between normal fish behavior and burying himself under the rocks, but this is normal for him. I just think he's acting worse than usual, so I'll continue checking on him.
Saw the first Bridget Jones' Diary today because my officemate let me borrow it. Umm...it was cute, but I was kinda rooting for Hugh Grant. Yeah, I'm bad:) I also watched some of Murder Most Likely with Paul Gross. He's so pretty and so good at being bad. This was after I wrote badporn on MeandThee this morning. Actually, Starsky wrote it, I just transcribed it. And it all started because of a comment  ginalin made.
There are overused or trite phrases in describing m/m or even m/f sex in fanfiction, sad to say. I prefer it when someone is realistic, but manages to find more imaginative and interesting ways to write sex scenes without resorting to the cliches like "hot seed" and "pulsing channels". The word "manroot" or "mansex" has been known to make me run to get bleach for my eyes.
And that set Starsky off onto his attempt at badporn. Beware, this is Starsky we're talking about.
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His mansex was throbbing at the sight of his naked lover, waiting and calling out to him to hurry and do it. How lucky he was to have found someone who would pleasure him each night, twice nightly on weekends.
There was no need for words; they knew the actions so well. As he thrust his lubricated rod into the pulsing channel, he could not stop his moans from escaping. When he thought he would surely burst from ecstasy, finally his hot seed spilled forth into his lover's waiting body, as they joined as one in combined pleasure.
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Hutch looked up at Starsky, unable to stop the laughter.
"There will be no more romance novels brought into this house if you're going to do this."
Starsky came close, wrapping his arms around his partner.
"What's the matter? Don't you like it?" he joked.
"Twice nightly on weekends? You make me sound like a stage performer or something."
"Well, you're good at acrobatics, that's for sure," Starsky teased.
"Mansex? It's a cock, Starsky, call like it is."
"Personally, I liked lubricated rod myself," Starsky said.
"Because it sounds like something you got off your car, that's why!"
"Nah," Starsky responded, leaning in for a kiss. "You know I love you more than my car."
"You better," Hutch told him, "Or I'll cut back on the twice nightly shows every weekend."
"You wouldn't." Starsky tugged on his partner's arm, pulling him towards the bedroom.
No, he wouldn't.
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