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Right. No more caffeine. I've had 2 cups of coffee and am half-way through a gigantic cup of tea.

So what's everyone up to? I'm bored.
*fidgets*

I know! Anon meme! *digs one up from meme-tag*

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[anonymous]

I make myself cry all of the time, by telling myself how crap I am and that other people hate me.

[anonymous]

In a cathartic way?

[anonymous]

Well since I can be porny...I want to know what sex feels like. Specifically, I want to know what it feels like for someone else to make me come.

[anonymous]

It can feel lots of different ways. For all that you read about the good sex in fic, the bad sex happens too. Like no-one ever told me that if you're not turned on enough it'll hurt, and that you need to be wet and slippery and wanting it before it feels good. My first time having sex was terrible. I was nervous and so was he, but after about four more goes it got good. Really good. Sometimes you can feel their pulse when they're in you. That's nice, really intimate.

[anonymous]

These are the things people don't tell you!

In the meantime, however, I shall have to settle for using my imagination.

[anonymous]

I have such a crush on a guy I work with. He's not drop dead gorgeous or anything (well, lots of people in work think he is), he's just a real dead on kind of guy.

[anonymous]

Can you do anything about it?

[anonymous]

In theory, yes. However I have no confidence ~ the fact that everyone else seems to think he's nice immediately makes me think that I've even less chance with him [/random]

Plus I'm a chicken.

[anonymous]

Staff do and some dutch courage? *g*
On the other hand you could try make him laugh? Funny = sexy after all.

[anonymous]

I have done something I never thought I'd do: faked an orgasm.

[anonymous]

Oo. Why? How? Was he convinced?

[anonymous]

It takes me a hellalong time to get there, so he would've got bored before I actually did have one. By imitating myself when I do have one - ooh, aah, writhe, etc. While I can't be sure, I think he was convinced.

[anonymous]

:( *feels your pain*

Nothing worse than when you're just not in a sexy mood. Do you play with yourself during?

[anonymous]

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Oz can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times that James has let him kiss him.

Oh, kisses that come as a prelude to sex don't count, neither do those sloppy connections during the act, or even those bestowed afterwards as a breathless thank you. Those are all part of passion, Oz believes, of the blood running hot and high and the rising tide of lust leaking from every pore.

He'd tell James this if there was a chance of him listening. He would tell him that a kiss is something that should be given for its own sake, a token of affection that comes solely from the joy of a loved one's presence. He'd tell him that and much more, for Oz enjoys every inch of his emotions and believes in loving as hard as is in you to.

But James seems almost scared of it -- perhaps of being less of a man for it -- and shies from the briefest of embraces if they have an audience.

And turns his head when they are alone, escaping the brush of caring lips.

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[anonymous]

Oh, I love ths so hard. You are utterly amazing.

This line is so very Oz: He'd tell him that and much more, for Oz enjoys every inch of his emotions and believes in loving as hard as is in you to.

*sighs* So sad and so sweet.

[anonymous]

Ee! 'Twas going to be pornings, but that's harder than it looks when you've Oz Clarke in the mix.

[anonymous]

I am so in love with this, it's so elegiac.