this might cheer you upTonights play 'The night I slept with John Candy' by Earl Otterby
We met on a rainy Wednesday night, it was at the McTootles pub. He walked through the door, he had been drinking already and forgot to open the door, the glass went every where.
I rushed over to see if he was all right, he mumbled some thing and then looked at me and the spark happened. We went over to the bar, I got us both a beer and some shots ... Read moreof vodka. We sat there and talked for ages, both looking longingly in to each others eyes. He touched my knee and I went weak at the knees, I smiled and he flared his eyes at me.
The barman told us to get lost and called us bumberteers, we started to walk back to his place. Holding hands, talking and laughing, we finally got to his place, he opened the front door. We went in and as soon as the door shut we were all over each other. We got to his bed and kiss and cuddles each other, then we soddermised each other until we were raw. I asked him to dress like Uncle Buck, then we fucked.
Afterwards he just held me in his arms, it felt nice and safe in them. We fell asleep like that, when we woke we kissed and watched the world going by outside the window. He got up and made breakfast, we ate it in bed. It was starting to get late and he had to and do a shoot, we got dressed and went to the front door, kissed for the last time and stood looking into each others eyes, so we could imprint the night before in to are minds forever. I walked outside and he closed the door, I walked away and we walked out of each others lives forever, but we still had that memory.
The End
(We met on a rainy Wednesday night, it was at the McTootles pub. He walked through the door, he had been drinking already and forgot to open the door, the glass went every where.
I rushed over to see if he was all right, he mumbled some thing and then looked at me and the spark happened. We went over to the bar, I got us both a beer and some shots ... Read moreof vodka. We sat there and talked for ages, both looking longingly in to each others eyes. He touched my knee and I went weak at the knees, I smiled and he flared his eyes at me.
The barman told us to get lost and called us bumberteers, we started to walk back to his place. Holding hands, talking and laughing, we finally got to his place, he opened the front door. We went in and as soon as the door shut we were all over each other. We got to his bed and kiss and cuddles each other, then we soddermised each other until we were raw. I asked him to dress like Uncle Buck, then we fucked.
Afterwards he just held me in his arms, it felt nice and safe in them. We fell asleep like that, when we woke we kissed and watched the world going by outside the window. He got up and made breakfast, we ate it in bed. It was starting to get late and he had to and do a shoot, we got dressed and went to the front door, kissed for the last time and stood looking into each others eyes, so we could imprint the night before in to are minds forever. I walked outside and he closed the door, I walked away and we walked out of each others lives forever, but we still had that memory.
The End
Duke Otterby you pre-verts,
Thu 22 Jan 2009, 20:48,
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words words wordswhere is my cake?
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SkUG >_O i got a couple of stitches in my eyeball... ow,
Thu 22 Jan 2009, 20:49,
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read it, you might enjoy it. The 2nd of my plays/stories Duke Otterby you pre-verts,
Thu 22 Jan 2009, 20:56,
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it does say the the word playThe David Niven one I did last night was better
( Duke Otterby you pre-verts,
Thu 22 Jan 2009, 20:58,
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it's a metaphor for his inner saddness
prodigy69 broke b3ta and made everyone leave,
Thu 22 Jan 2009, 21:37,
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