posted by
leoniedelt at 08:01pm on 18/05/2007 under craig hinton, creative writing, david warner, shelf life
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TF 2.0 sent off to Adrian tonight, after i spent 2 hours beta'ing it myself. 9924 word count according to OO.
And someone in the OG chatroom has promised me David Warner's phone number.
I will *die* if he's serious.
And i will have another night of dreams of boning Mr Warner, yes. I can forsee it :)
And someone in the OG chatroom has promised me David Warner's phone number.
I will *die* if he's serious.
And i will have another night of dreams of boning Mr Warner, yes. I can forsee it :)
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I hope tonight's as entertaining! ;)
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hehehehehehe
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David and I were rutting like pigs, i swear. OMG. I love dreams like that...
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I love phone calls like that.I get to go see Kirk next week!!!
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I'm so glad you get to meet Kirk, AT LAST! I hope neither of you are disappointed or have too huge hopes.
I met mine over the net from a different country even and 7 years later here we are, still married; through some really rough stuff, but we've made it. It can be done, it has been done, and it does work.
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Yeah, there's always the problem of fantasy vs. reality, but we've talked a lot about it. Yeah, I'm anxious, but I know he is too.
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It took us a full week before we were having sex, when we first met. I wanted to rip his clothes off on first sight but we waited until I was ready for sex, and then we did it in his hotel room... i remember so clearly, my mom took me up there to his hotel at midnight (i had no car, i left it with the ex-fiance in Michigan) and i almost trod on a frog getting in the car. We were at it like bunnies most of the night, but he waited patiently all those days until i was ready for it.
We dont get round to it much these days, toddler in the house, exhausting job, exhausting mommy-hood, but the love is still there even after all this time.
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