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Story is a 30-part project - Part Twelve.

Magic!!! Mystery!!! Ugly people!!! A car chase!!! And now... introducing gay romance!!!
We have it all. LOL No, I am joking. Well, I am not. I finally managed to put back together the 12th part of our story and I have to say that I do have some tough time sometimes. My imagination and language skills just lack the push and drive of the stuff you contribute, so I need to work really hard to keep up. And I have to say you really added some good material for The Day As It Was - part 12. And the whole story is --- HERE. Enjoy! :)

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osodecanela
Oct. 20th, 2009 01:45 am (UTC)
I'm not sure how long I had lain there, tossing, turning, covers pulled up, then kicked off, then pulled up once again. Unable to get comfortable, too keyed up to sleep. Damn my libido! Too much going on all at once and all of us in serious jeopardy should any of the Intruders catch up with us. All I seem to be able to think about is how drop dead gorgeous Cecil is, and how much I want to get into his pants.

What the hell is wrong with me? Now is neither the time nor the place. (or is it?) I don't know anymore. I don't even know whether that's my inner voice or someone else's. Why is it I hear Carly Simon's voice? It's soulful. It's beautiful; but I don't really need to be listening to her sing right now. I need to be asleep.

"In the wee small hours of the morning,
while the whole wide world is fast asleep,
You lie awake and think about the boy,
And never ever think of counting sheep.
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be his if only he would call.
In the wee small hours of the morning,
That's the time you miss him most of all”


I leaned back and closed my eyes, my hands behind my head, and thought about counting sheep. Amazing how many black sheep there are.

I was stirred back to awareness by the sensation of fingers gently gliding across my belly, sliding over my fur, lingering just north of pleasure. I turned my head towards him, my arms sliding around his back, his neck, pulling his face towards mine, his lips towards mine. Mustache meeting mustache, soul patch touching chin, lips parting, his breath warm against my face. I felt his fingers trace their way up to my chest. I groaned into his mouth. My passion rising I rolled towards him, on top of him.....

.... and abruptly found myself in a pile of bed clothes on the floor next to the bed. Reaching for the light on the bed stand, I flicked it on. I was alone. It had all been a dream, one that had ended all too soon. The alarm read 4 AM.

Pulling on my boxers and T-shirt, I quietly padded out to the kitchen, in search of a cup of tea. To my surprise the light was on, seated at the table with his back to me, hunched over his cup sat the object of my desire. I stood in the doorway for a moment, drinking in every detail. The waves in his auburn hair that I was itching to run my fingers through. With my eyes I traced the supple flow of the muscle across his shoulders, then down his back, cursing the back of the chair for obstructing my view. He lifted to the cup to his lips and drank deeply. Without turning around, he spoke.

"I guess you couldn't sleep either."
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 20th, 2009 02:19 pm (UTC)
HOT!

Now I'm in danger of erotic dreams myself. It's good that it's not time to go to bed yet. :)
osodecanela
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:00 pm (UTC)
I read that entry above to friends of mine (a lesbian couple). One of them started fanning herself.

Darina, I love where you've taken it below!
paterson_si
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:03 pm (UTC)
YES! I love the forming of the story like that!!!

FUN!
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 20th, 2009 10:21 pm (UTC)
So it managed to turn even a lesbian on? *is amused* I'm VERY MUCH heterosexual... do I need to tell you what your erotic writing does to ME? You are terribly good at it! :)

Darina, I love where you've taken it below! Thank you! :)

Hey, what's your name? Or what am I supposed to call you?
osodecanela
Oct. 21st, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)
If it leaves you moist, with just a slight catch in your breath, than I'm happy!

My parents call me David-James; my friends all call me Weaver.

Silk moths? SILK MOTHS! I'm duly impressed. Do you spin? (I do!)
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 21st, 2009 05:46 pm (UTC)
Oh, you! :) It set my poor blood on fire. And I LOVE the irony when our character finds himself on the floor and discovers it's all been a dream.

Ok, I guess I can call you Weaver too. You can call me Dari if you want.

LOL the moths are just my pets. I'm interested in the insects themselves rather than the silk, and I raise just enough of them to provide the eggs for the next generation without too much inbreeding. I find their sex life very amusing - poor souls are so desperate to mate before they die! :) And I sometimes get male moths that can fly a little - yes, Bombyx mori!

Do you know Michael Cook aka oakenking? He is the person who introduced me to LJ, and I met him through his silkworm and silk moth website (there is a link to it in his journal). And he spins and weaves and reels silk and all.
osodecanela
Oct. 21st, 2009 08:49 pm (UTC)
Oh, you! :) It set my poor blood on fire. And I LOVE the irony when our character finds himself on the floor and discovers it's all been a dream.

Well, they say art imitates life. The inspiration for that paragraph came from something that happened to me perhaps six months ago. I was in the midst of one of the most erotic, no make that pornographic dreams of my life, literally no more than moments away from reaching orgasm, when the alarm rang awakening me. The circumstances of the dream I won't go into, but they were incredibly real, and to have it all suddenly evaporate was extraordinarily frustrating! My alarm nearly found itself on the other side of the room, I was so angry!

No, I haven't met Michael yet, but when there's an opportunity later this week I will surf over to his website. I haven't done much fiber work with silk over the years; surprisingly little compared to most fiber artists I know. It is one of those fiber is that I am wanting to spend more time spinning. Alpaca however is my favorite to work with. Give me alpaca to work with and I'm very happy puppy.
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 21st, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor you! :) Now I'm curious about those incredibly real circumstances of the dream you don't want to go into. :P

This reminds me of how my ex and I were once actually interrupted in the middle of things by one of his friends banging on the door and shouting at the top of his voice for us to quit fucking (he did use the most direct word) and open the door. Of course we didn't open the door - and of course my ex lost his erection. That added a whole new meaning to "coitus interruptus". LOL That was at the dorm in Sofia, so I don't think anyone who heard those shouts was much shocked.

I hope Tomaz here has enough popcorn. :)

Michael's website is mostly about the insects, but there is some material on silk work inside too (check out the "projects" part too). His blog there is the same as his LJ blog.
paterson_si
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:02 pm (UTC)
I really love the way a new chapter is interlacing. That's what I had in mind as we started!

YAY YAY YAY!!!
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 20th, 2009 10:53 pm (UTC)
Yes, it's real teamwork now! I'm enjoying it immensely. :)
paterson_si
Oct. 20th, 2009 11:13 pm (UTC)
That's how it's supposed to be! :)
grizzlyd
Oct. 20th, 2009 05:25 pm (UTC)
Funny, I find this song fitting perfectly a friend of mine now a days..
paterson_si
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:03 pm (UTC)
Well, we are beating in the same beat. :)
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 20th, 2009 03:15 pm (UTC)
I suddenly remembered that he could hear my thoughts, and I found myself blushing violently again. Hell, was I to spend all my time with these people blushing?
He started laughing. Damn, he had heard that thought too!
"Come on in," he said gently. I walked into the kitchen, each step an enormous effort, and sat opposite him at the table. Another painful effort to look at his face. Then I noticed that he was blushing too.
"Do you want a cup of tea or something?" he asked. I was in no state to think about tea now. "No, thank you," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment behind perfect politeness. But I couldn't help thinking, "What I really want is you". And I saw his face turning even redder. Damn, damn, damn! How do I play this game with all my cards open?
"You think too much," he said teasingly. And I discovered that it was possible for me to blush even more. Hey, what had happened to the old shameless me? Was that somebody else in my body... the body that... don't think about it because he can hear your thoughts!
Then he obviously pitied me. He smiled that dangerously charming smile again, and took my hand in his. "It's just too much stress," he said. "You need some time to get used to the little peculiarities of your family". Then I looked into his eyes again... and I remembered that I didn't need any superpowers to understand what a man wants.
"It looks like we are equally matched," I heard his gently mocking voice again.
I didn't manage to reply anything to that because we were suddenly too busy kissing.
paterson_si
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:04 pm (UTC)
Blush! :)
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 20th, 2009 10:49 pm (UTC)
Blushing? You? Did you somehow contract it from our character? :)
paterson_si
Oct. 20th, 2009 11:12 pm (UTC)
In a way, yes.... :)
osodecanela
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)
I was absolutely lost, busy disolving into a puddle of sweat and desire. The feel of his hand on the back of my head, clutching me, fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my head backwards, leaving my neck exposed to him, open prey to his lips, his teeth if he so chose. My nipples erect, two firm nubbins, pencil erasers pushing hard against the fabric of my shirt. I wanted the fabric to simply disappear, to feel his chest hard against mine. I found myself straddling his lap facing him, his belly firm against my groin, tissue grinding against tissue, only the thin fabric of our nightclothes separating us. Behind me the tea in his mug sloshed a bit, as my back rhythmically brushed the tables edge.

All of it brought to an abrupt halt, as someone cleared their throat in the doorway behind us. It was Jack.

"Ah, the passions of youth!" He spoke aloud. Cecil, went limp before me. "Jesus, Jack! Did you every think of knocking?" Cecil seemed more exasperated than embarrased. I more than made up for that, flashing not pink but crimson.

"Knock? On what? There are doorways into this kitchen, but no doors! You expected privacy? In this family?"
"For God's sake man, yes I expected privacy! It's my house!"

With that they both started to laugh, and my erection now history, so did I. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Joan appeared at the other doorway. Seeing me on Cecil's lap, and the tea now running off of the table on to the floor, she shrugged, then smiled. "I'm glad Meg and Marigold are sound sleepers." Turning towards Jack she continued," looks like this was quite the show. Did you save me any pop corn?"
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 20th, 2009 10:47 pm (UTC)
Now how am I expected to sleep after reading this? (And it's high time I went to bed).

I was tempted to write a little more, and have our lovebirds interrupted, but you did it before me, and better. I can cope with the courtship and tension part, but not with the really erotic part.

I'm only a little disappointed that it had to end like that for our two characters... but I do appreciate your sense of humour. :)
osodecanela
Oct. 21st, 2009 01:17 am (UTC)
Laughter I think is good medicine. Sex is something I hope we can delight in and enjoy, and hopefully, laugh about.

You've seen "When Harry Met Sally", yes? The restaurant scene is probably one of the best moments in American cinematic comedy in the last 50 years. Incidentally, the scene was filmed in a real NY deli on Manhattan's lower East Side not far from where I went to high school. I think I may have been 5 the first time my folks took me there. The food is good (but not that good!

grizzlyd
Oct. 21st, 2009 03:40 am (UTC)
Hahahahaha.. oh, this part of the movie never fails to put a big smile on my face.. if not laughter. Thanks for sharing..
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 21st, 2009 04:55 pm (UTC)
Believe it or not, I haven't watched the movie. I don't think it's ever been so popular here in Bulgaria.

Yes, it was fun to see all those people's expressions... once I overcame the initial utter embarrassment. And Harry's expression at the end is priceless. :)
osodecanela
Oct. 21st, 2009 08:36 pm (UTC)
You haven't seen it? Oh Dari! Personal opinion here, but if I were stranded on a desert island somewhere and I had my choice of 10 films and a working DVD player, "When Harry Met Sally" definitely makes it onto that list.

Incidentally, the woman at the end of the scene who says, "I'll have what she's having," just happens to be the director's mother!
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 21st, 2009 09:38 pm (UTC)
Now don't lead me into temptation to watch films - I have a graduation paper to write. :)
grizzlyd
Oct. 20th, 2009 05:39 pm (UTC)
Not sure.. A. or B.
A. Their passionate kissing session was interrupted by Jack's voice, laughing, telling them to take their monkey business to the room ,cause they're too loud that they woke him up.. Cecil grabbing him by the wrist, telling him that he's got an idea, asking our main character to follow him. They get into Cecil's truck and drove away from the house for privacy fun time.. and then "mean while back in the house" something else was crawling in the dark towards the house, or perhaps something else. That they get engaged in when they get back.

B. Intensity and passionate "LOVE Making".??
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Not sure.. A. or B.
I'm inclined towards B., but I don't think I could write the scene myself. I'm female after all, and have no experience with such writing. :)

Funny, after I wrote my part (and before I read yours), I couldn't help thinking, what if somebody walked into the kitchen as they were making out, maybe Meg, to give our main character some more blushing (I'm evil, LOL). Or maybe Cecil thought of that possibility, and took Michael into his bedroom before anyone walked on them?

Or what if Meg did walk in and laugh at them, and THEN Cecil took Michael into his bedroom where they could have some privacy? That would be B with some part of A before that, right? *is amused* Maybe our characters could have a break from creepy things happening to them? This is only part 12 after all, and we have 18 more to write.

And poor Cecil has a car to fix after a whole sleeplesss night. LOL
paterson_si
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Not sure.. A. or B.
SO a lot to think about tomorrow.... :)
paterson_si
Oct. 20th, 2009 09:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Not sure.. A. or B.
Hmmmmmm we need to wait till another part. :)
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 20th, 2009 10:23 pm (UTC)
Re: Not sure.. A. or B.
Just look what osodecanela did with all our suggestions in the comment above yours!
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