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Underwear and SACoC Challenge #2
Oct. 9th, 2003 12:26 pmI have thoughts on Angel, but they're not well developed. And I have thoughts on WW, several eps in fact. I'm savin' 'em. I want to talk about underwear.
I have groups of underwear. We all do, I think. And I'm not much of a collector. I have many pairs because I hate doing laundry. But I find shoes far sexier than even the sexiest La Perla. But still, I do have categories. The ones I hate, but won't throw away. The ones I love and save for certain outfits. The ones that really should be rags, but the whole laundry thing keeps 'em in rotation. But I had no idea this wasn't just a girl thing.
At 22, feeling remarkably old, worldly and sophistacated (and yes I'm laughing at myself as I write this), I sat in a tiny hotel room in Rome, raining pouring down outside, bourbon flowing freely, although I had the only glass because I was a girl, and technically the teacher. Everyone else had paper cups, snagged from the maid who thought these American college students were cute and messy and not too much trouble. I sat on the bed with this gaggle of boys and talked about underwear. And was amazed to discover that they had categories for their underwear, and reasons for not throwing away the rattiest boxers (because when you have a category for something, clearly you can't throw it away). I was happy, and highly amused - boys being boys is highly entertaining in Rome, in the rain, with free bourbon - and they endeared themselves to me with their enthusiasm to educate me on the boxer categories, something that no boyfriend up to that point had bothered to do. Hence, my enthusisasm for the most current SACoC challenge.
So, here's offering number 2. It's NC-17 kids, for sex. Oh, and I say fuck. But then, I've yet to write a story where I don't. Was supposed to be pure smut. It deviated a little. I like that, when the story goes where it wants. Even when it starts out as a contrivance. Spoilers for HR and for WSS:FA. Needs a beta.
( Skin and Bone )
I have groups of underwear. We all do, I think. And I'm not much of a collector. I have many pairs because I hate doing laundry. But I find shoes far sexier than even the sexiest La Perla. But still, I do have categories. The ones I hate, but won't throw away. The ones I love and save for certain outfits. The ones that really should be rags, but the whole laundry thing keeps 'em in rotation. But I had no idea this wasn't just a girl thing.
At 22, feeling remarkably old, worldly and sophistacated (and yes I'm laughing at myself as I write this), I sat in a tiny hotel room in Rome, raining pouring down outside, bourbon flowing freely, although I had the only glass because I was a girl, and technically the teacher. Everyone else had paper cups, snagged from the maid who thought these American college students were cute and messy and not too much trouble. I sat on the bed with this gaggle of boys and talked about underwear. And was amazed to discover that they had categories for their underwear, and reasons for not throwing away the rattiest boxers (because when you have a category for something, clearly you can't throw it away). I was happy, and highly amused - boys being boys is highly entertaining in Rome, in the rain, with free bourbon - and they endeared themselves to me with their enthusiasm to educate me on the boxer categories, something that no boyfriend up to that point had bothered to do. Hence, my enthusisasm for the most current SACoC challenge.
So, here's offering number 2. It's NC-17 kids, for sex. Oh, and I say fuck. But then, I've yet to write a story where I don't. Was supposed to be pure smut. It deviated a little. I like that, when the story goes where it wants. Even when it starts out as a contrivance. Spoilers for HR and for WSS:FA. Needs a beta.
( Skin and Bone )
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