writing meta: the inner life of a slash writer...

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(...this one, at least.)

Okay, we'll put Ray on his back on the kitchen table, hee--oops, knocked over the butter dish--okay, that's working...yeah, make him squirm, Fraser...hello, lube? oh, BUTTER DISH heheh...jeez, uhmmmmm Ray is...that's beautif-- [goes to her bunk. returns] --perfect, now Vecchio catches them, has Fraser--no, wait, his lower back can't handle (save it for Blair)--okay, that's better, nice and soft, oooh, three-way kisses--no, how many hands is that? heh, 'sextopus'--now Ray makes Ray...no, maybe the other one...better...haha Ray is so funny even when he's--jesus Fraser's ass is hot...no, he can't see his own ass, stupid...ohh, Vecchio is really giving it to him, eee! Fraser whimpering [goes back to bunk. returns] yay happy snuggles kisses--spanking? go Vecchio! you show Ray who's--

--damn it, the wolf!! Where the fuck did I leave the wolf?

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I was way too young when I saw Last Tango, because all I remember is thinking ew ew ew.

But I am older now, and have since read Salt, Tequila, Lime. :)

gives us all some insight into exactly how many trips you take to your bunk

eep! not my fault the boys are hotness! biological imperative mmmumble no strict *limit* per se mmmurfph nothing fun on tv for the good of the ARt!