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Nov. 21st, 2002 07:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
claudia603Finally. It arrived. I'll say no more about it. I'll suffer today from cramps like mad, but it will be worth it because after today, I'll feel myself again.
I really have nothing exciting to say. I'm not doing anything thrilling. Out of my two close friends that I do stuff with regularly, one of them is sick (my roommate) with a terrible cold and cough and the other friend is in early stages of pregnancy so that when she's not at work, she's sleeping. So I've barely had any kind of a social life. Blah. Oh, well. More time for writing.
Oh, here's a
“Frodo.” The blackness of Moria cannot disguise his voice.
“Yes?”
“You are cold.” He scoots his bedroll until he is spooned against me. I lean into him, grateful for his warmth, though I know it will not last. Something unyielding presses into me, and I wriggle my small bottom into it. He gasps, and his callused hand slips inside the front of my breeches and slides down my hardening member. He puts his hand over my mouth to still my pleasured groan.
“Boromir, I will not lend you the Ring.”
The hand disappears with a grunt.
I am cold again.
I really have nothing exciting to say. I'm not doing anything thrilling. Out of my two close friends that I do stuff with regularly, one of them is sick (my roommate) with a terrible cold and cough and the other friend is in early stages of pregnancy so that when she's not at work, she's sleeping. So I've barely had any kind of a social life. Blah. Oh, well. More time for writing.
Oh, here's a
“Frodo.” The blackness of Moria cannot disguise his voice.
“Yes?”
“You are cold.” He scoots his bedroll until he is spooned against me. I lean into him, grateful for his warmth, though I know it will not last. Something unyielding presses into me, and I wriggle my small bottom into it. He gasps, and his callused hand slips inside the front of my breeches and slides down my hardening member. He puts his hand over my mouth to still my pleasured groan.
“Boromir, I will not lend you the Ring.”
The hand disappears with a grunt.
I am cold again.