Midnight snack: Cinnamon Life is the spice of my cereal eating life. You'll like it! Speaking of eating (and not): helpless to help at all is a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. Showered, soaped, forgot to wash other parts after I got off, before I got out. Beyond the spectacular dramatic production a blacker traitor's tale behind the backdrop, unscripted, offstage, unlit. Kiss me, tell me...
... at a time is good. I harvested the last of the vegetables from the garden, went to the farmer's market, went to the fruit market, cooked a boatload of food, and so on. I also saddle soaped and polished my boots. Right now my main priority is getting the house ready for winter. Window sills need to be caulked, weather stripping on doors needs to be replaced, and various other things. I also need ...
...." Mikaela half-glared at him, but it melted when he washed her throat. She went on, "So, how will you know when it's time?" "When someone in your family line becomes pregnant with a male child." Optimus soaped up her lower spine. "Then I'll know my work is done." He backed her into the spray to rinse off. "Now don't you concern yourself, as I have a feeling that won't happen for a long, long...
... the slight flush in Harry's cheeks or thinking it was a rather attractive look. He also noticed Harry's nipples were already hard, even though he hadn't brought the flannel across them yet. Ron wet and soaped the flannel again and began to wash Harry's chest. He unconsciously licked his lips when he drug the cloth over Harry's left nipple, and told himself he was only trying to be sure it was ...
... you to help me get clean..." She pinkened and kissed him, turning modestly to grab the soap. "oh." Angel grinned and ducked low so she could soap him up. "Please, indulge me." Sam smiled and soaped up her hands, sliding them tenderly over his shoulders and over his back. "my favorite thing." Angel laughed and tickled her again, rinsing himself off. "Race you to the office." She shook her head. "...
... her up against the shower wall, kissing down her body and cupping her crotch in his hands while he soaped her up from head to toe. She moaned softly and wriggled a bit against the shower wall, letting ... next?" Angel grinned. "If you like." He lifted his arms above his head. She grinned back and soaped up her hands, sliding them down his shoulders and over his chest. Angel tilted his head back and ...
... today, that’s all. Grabbing his puff, and soaping it up, he scrubbed his skin. The smell of vanilla wafted to his nostrils immediately, making him smile. Aromatherapy was something strange. He soaped up everywhere, giggling quietly at the feel of soap between his toes before he rinsed, soaking his hair in the process. He grabbed the shampoo next, repeating the same process in his hair. ...
... a thicker shirt until the teeth marks healed. "You getting all squeaky clean in there, Ianto?" "Yes," Ianto said loudly, trying to force a note of exuberance into his voice as he carefully soaped around areas of raw skin. A mile-long stretch of white teeth appeared around the side of the door complete with arched eyebrows and eager eyeballs. "Here's Jacky!" Something waggled in the humid air,...
... for emphasis. “You’re worse than mold,” she muttered. He watched her curves through the glass as she turned her back on him, and squeezed his cock through his jeans. Right now, looking at all those wet and soaped up curves, he couldn’t see a problem with being mold. “What do you want, then?” she asked over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m a simple man. New leather seats for the Impala, a vacation ...
...Her heart ached at the thought of not being able to see her family and friends again, but what had been done was done, and there was no going back, not even if she wanted to. Rose soaped up the shower puff with an intoxicating scent of pineapple and oranges, and cleaned herself before stepping out onto the bath mat, reaching for one of the towels to dry herself off with. Butterflies started up in...
