Yeah, yeah -- I'm back! Aren't you glad? LOL.
Well, I'm all excited about my news, but I'm saving it for a separate entry. And, no, the baby isn't here yet! Soon, though.
Happy dance!
All is really, really well with my family. I'm ready to finally make a go of blogging more often. (Which some might recall was a New Year's resolution of mine. Right. That so happened during January, February and most of this month.
But I think I said something about doing more of what I did back in 2005. Isn't that right? (I'm too lazy to check.) And I didn't even START my blog until April of '05, so I've got lots of time to do as well as I did that year!
OK, OK, I'm crazy. Tell me about it!
I also want to write fanfic, get active with communities, do some PSP tutorials again, make some new icons and on and on. Hell, why not? I used to really have FUN here at LJ!
So, on with the show, or something.
Bri
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"Bonded" by Jimbo
Pairing: Gamble/Street (Jeremy Renner, Colin Farrell)
Warnings: A little nasty. Slash, bondage. = = = = = = = = = = Title: "Tether Ball" (200 words) With a deft move Jim Street fastened the cuff around his ex-partner's left wrist; when the confused Gamble looked over and tried to protest, he found his right arm equally encumbered. "Wha?" Street smiled grimly, watching Brian Gamble struggle to shake off sleep. "Here's the rules, starting with the things you can do." The two sets of handcuffs fastened to the head of Gamble's bed held his muscular arms wide, posed like a naked gymnast. He seemed to only half-listen to Street as he tested their strength. Impatient, Street continued. "You can sit up, if you try. You can probably manage to scratch your nose. You can take a p*** or a s***, if you don't mind lying in it." Street stretched out next to Gamble. "If you want to eat or drink, you'll have to ask." He trailed his hand down a ridge of hipbone and nestled his fingertips in the mossy lawn above Gamble's inert c***. "If you want anything else, you have to beg." "You're f**king kidding me," Gamble said, finally recognizing the seriousness of the situation. "And here's what you can't do." Gamble took a deep breath. "What's that, Jimbo?" "Ever walk out on me again." = = = = = = = = = = Title: "Force of Nature" (100 words) "You can't keep me like this, Jimbo." Brian Gamble's tone was wheedling. His arms were aching, and the skin around his wrists was raw from straining against the handcuffs that had him tethered to the bed. His former partner didn't respond. He sat across the room, feet up, chewing gum as he stared darkly at Gamble. What the f**k is he thinking, Gamble wondered, still shocked at finding himself held captive by S.W.A.T.'s straight-shooter, Jim Street. "What do you plan to do now?" Gamble asked, wincing at a sudden pang from his equally raw anus. Street smiled. "Take my time." = = = = = = = = = = Title: "There's the Rub" (100 words) "I've got a cramp in my leg, Jimbo. Jesus, it's killing me!" A naked Jim Street crouched on the damp mattress and kneaded the bulging quadricep, trying to ease the painful muscle spasm. He knew his ex-partner wasn't one to complain needlessly. Brian Gamble had always been fearless and stoic about everything, except, of course, going to the dentist. "That's one hell of a kink you got there," Street said, still working on the leg. Gamble craned his neck and looked pointedly at the handcuffs tethering him to the bed. "I guess I could say the same for you, brother." = = = = = = = = = = Title: "Indefinite" (200 words) "You're getting chafed," Jim Street said as he massaged cream into his former partner's wrist, sliding the bracelet of the handcuff up and down as he worked. "Why don't you just unlock the f**kers?" asked Brian Gamble. Fettered to the headboard for nearly 48 hours, his mood ricocheted between resignation and fury. "Can't do it," Street answered, shaking his head and moving to the other arm. "It doesn't bother a straight-arrow like you that you're breaking a string of laws here, including kidnapping, assault and sodomy?" Street paused for a minute in his ministrations. "There's no law against securing your own property. And I'm taking good care of you. You're probably getting more rest and nourishment than you have since you left 'S.W.A.T.'" Gamble groaned. "Jimbo, I think you've officially lost it." Not answering, Street sat down on the bed and started to stroke Gamble's muscled chest. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Do you need your diaper changed?" "F**k you, Jimmy!" Street lowered his face to Gamble's chest, rubbing his stubble and muffling his answer against naked skin. "How long do you plan on keeping me here?" Gamble asked. Sitting up, Street sighed and shrugged. "As long as it takes." = = = = = = = = = = Title: "Consummate Bond" (200 words) Tears crawled down Brian Gamble's flushed cheeks, and he was unable to wipe them away with hands still cuffed to the head of his bed. "Did I hurt you?" Jim Street asked in a husky voice. "I swear to God I didn't mean to." Gamble's breath caught, his quaking chest leveling out as he slowly regained control. His light eyes stared up at the ceiling as he refused to meet the intense stare of his former partner. "Maybe I am f**king insane," Street said, "keeping you like this." Squatting on the mattress on his haunches, he suppressed a shudder, a nearby fan already chilling his damp skin. Gamble's response was muttered so softly, Street couldn't make it out. He leaned close. "What did you say, Brian?" "It didn't hurt. Not like the first time," Gamble replied. "I almost said, 'please don't,' when you started." He paused, then gave a great sigh. "Jimbo, I'm glad I didn't." Street's expression softened, and he lowered his face to Gamble's sticky belly and nestled it against the precious, flaccid c*** curled there. "That's what I almost said in the locker room, when I knew you were leaving me," he whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't." = = = = = = = = = = Title: "Bellyache" (100 words) "You want some powder on your ass?" Jim Street's tongue peeked out between taut lips as he carefully folded up the soiled diaper he had just removed from his former partner, Brian Gamble. Gamble, tethered to his bed with handcuffs, was muttering something about a stomach ache. "F**k you, Jimbo! How can you treat me like a baby after everything we went through together?" Street leveled dark eyes on Gamble. "It's easy. You are my baby." "Jesus, Jimmy. It hurts!" "What hurts, Bri? Your gut? Your wrists? Your hole?" Gamble swallowed and groaned. "No, mother-f***er," he finally said. "My heart." = = = = = = = = = = Title: "Top Gun" (100 words) Brian Gamble rubbed his raw wrists, avoiding the scrutiny of his former partner and recent captor. "You're not such a maverick anymore," Jim Street said, tossing the handcuffs aside and turning away. Gamble raised his head, a spark behind his eyes. "Wha?" "You heard me," Street said. "I'm top now." "You're top? Top Dog?" "Top Gun." Grunting, Gamble suddenly tackled Street's back. Hot breath seared Street's neck and earlobe as Gamble hissed, "Let's see if you can be such an iceman when you're the one getting f**ked, Jimmy!" Then Gamble smiled for the first time in hours. "It's my turn." = = = = = = = = = =
November 2007
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I'd certainly consider those first two sites as BAD PARENTING sites, by the way. They actually speak in favor of spanking as a main form of disciplining a child! You'll all be glad to hear that I've no plans to spank my children. But I suspect they'll never need it, anyway... (I wonder what this asshole James C. Dobson, Ph.D. would make of my very intelligent and amazingly well-behaved son, Chad? Would he believe Chad was so special and well-adjusted in spite of Jimbo and me???) OK, I have to quit. This is too upsetting. By the way, I'm not raising my children to be gay/lesbian/bi. Hell, it's not like my heterosexual parents raised me to be gay! My kids will know they have choices -- and they'll see various forms of family life. Bri
From Pressure G8 Leaders to End Poverty Has everyone signed on to the One Campaign (in the U.S.) - http://www.one.org or the Make Poverty History Campaign in the UK? And has everyone also signed the Live 8 global petition at http://www.live8live.com? Don't forget to pass the message on to friends and family! :) Pressure the G8 leaders to: drop the debt for more countries (18 countries have already been relieved but many more qualify and are in need of relief), more and better aid (aid that will not be stolen by corrupt leaders), and reform unfair trade laws hindering economic development in poor countries. Obviously, this debt-aid-trade deal is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to reducing global poverty and achieving sustainable development in the Global South. But the countries with the most resources in the world have the capacity to make a difference, and we must pressure them to make commitments. Lastly, the Make Poverty History Campaign is first and foremost about global justice. Check out http://www.whiteband.org about the Global Call to Action Against Poverty. Let's leave a better world for our kids -- and for future generations. Brian (feeling very humble right now) |
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