What is so important to you that without it, life would not be worth living? Why?
What is so important to you that without it, life would not be worth living? Why?
There's the obvious answer. Sean bloody Bean. The man in blonde. The perrenial British bad guy. He-who-dies-more-often-than-anyone-else. Sharpe. The big grin, the hair, that noseNo, I couldn't live without Sean. I also couldn't live without sex, despite what my ( Read more... )
There's the obvious answer. Sean bloody Bean. The man in blonde. The perrenial British bad guy. He-who-dies-more-often-than-anyone-else. Sharpe. The big grin, the hair, that noseNo, I couldn't live without Sean. I also couldn't live without sex, despite what my ( Read more... )
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Christ, this is going to sound like a fucking sappy thing to say, but... yeah. Pierce. And it's one of those ridiculous things where I didn't know I needed him that much, or I'd have said something so much sooner. I spent years and fucking years chasing after Viggo, and God only knows why, because whenever he decided to break my heart this time around there was always Pierce, waiting to glue me back together, and he'd sit there with me on the couch and run his fingers through my hair and tell me stupid jokes until I was grinning instead of moping and then somehow or another I'd end up with my face buried in his chest and then lower, moving down until I was getting his trousers open with my teeth and his cock was down my throat and somehow he never looked quite as happy after blowjobs like that as he did when it was just us with no Viggo ghosts in sight.
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G'morning, luv. Need some coffee?
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