My name is Cooper. My hands don't work and I talk about myself, and personal stuff, far too much. Prone to attack when provoked. Incendiary.
Horse trainer/rock climbing instructor/scientist. Terrible and occasionally sacrilegious Irish catholic. Certified MRA hunter: Saving people. Burning fedoras. The family business.
Tom walked into his apartment, and saw Jim was sitting on the couch waiting for him. He smiled, then saw the downcast look on Jim’s face and realized something was terribly wrong.
"I’m done with you," Moriarty said, aimed his gun at Tom’s head, and pulled the trigger.
I mean… not sure if it’s good or not, but if you don’t like it don’t read it!
Premise: Moriarty is on a business trip, but missing certain parts of Tom. Phone sex ensues. Yay.
Guys, I just wrote like 5 porns in the same night. Didn’t even know I was capable of that. One more, and I’m done for the whole week. Then I can get to something serious, like PACKING ALL THE THINGS.
Hey guys, no porn in this one. Just a lot of fluff. Sorry, it can’t always be hardcore sex. Sometimes feels are necessary.
BUT MORE SEX LATER.
Thoughts during writing:
When I say “it was going to be a long flight and they could have extended their encounter” I really mean “I don’t want to write more than two pages of this one because airplane sex can get awkward and I’m lazy”.
Sorry their sex is as lazy as I am right now. But hey, at least it’s cute and romantic!
WAIT. WAIT A MINUTE. Now they’re having kinky sex again.
I really need to write one of these that doesn’t involve blood. I feel like I’m turning into the Twilight author with all the abuse (though it is at least consenting in my writing) and blood.
ANDDDDD done. Bed time. Or not. Whatever. Got to be up in two hours anyway.