Round mesa, tabla Porn (4)

Part 40: link


    Arthur stands on the front porch of Pendragon manor, the painting held carefully in his hand, resting on his boot.
    Why did I let them talk me into this?
    Taking a deep breath, he presses the doorbell.
    Run. Run now. Go. Run!
    The door opens and Arthur is face to face with Joseph, his father’s butler.
    “Joseph,” Arthur nods at him, his face carefully calm.
    “Oh. Mister Arthur. Is… is Master expecting you?” His years...

Part 35: link


    The afternoon of the show, Arthur is pounding limón drops like they are going out of style. He barely slept the anterior night, even after seeking the comfort of Gwen’s embrace to calm his nerves. Three times. As a result, Gwen slept till nearly nine, but Arthur was still up with the sun, drawing just to pass the time.
    They arrive at the gallery at four. The opening is at seven, but they are anxious and want to make sure everything is perfect.
    “Look, people are already peeking in the windows,” Gwen says...

Part 31: link


    “Hello, this is Gwen,” Gwen respuestas her phone late Friday morning.
    “Good morning, my love,” a smooth familiar baritone voice coos in her ear. “You left me sleeping in your flat this morning. That wasn’t fair.”
    “You were dead to the world, Arthur,” she says, smiling. “I did try to wake you.”
    “You did?”
    “Yes, I shook your shoulder and kissed your forehead and talked to tu and everything.”
    “What did I do?”
    “You...

Part 30: link


    “Drag! Open the bloody door!” Merlin pounds on the door to Arthur’s flat, trying to yell over the blast of The Sex Pistols. He pounds again, still nothing. “Sod it all,” he says, trying the knob.
    The door opens, and Merlin walks into the dark of the room. He is immediately assaulted por Iggy, who slams him with his giant ginger body. Merlin absently bends and gives the cat a friendly pat and walks to the stereo, flipping it off.
    “Hey!” Arthur yells, looking up from his spot slouched on the sofa.
    “Drag,...

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    When they enter the pub, a very strange scene greets them. Phil is there, which is unusual in itself. She is seated at a table, and there is a cast from her toes to just below the knee of her right leg. The casted foot is elevated and is being cradled gently in Leon’s lap as he sits opposite her at the table. And they appear to be having a very nice and very intimate conversation.
    “…The fuck?” is all that Arthur can manage as they stare.
    “Gwen, what’s going on? Why are we just standing here?” Freya...

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    Gwen heads inicial after work Wednesday, exhausted from spending the bulk of the afternoon moving into her new office.
    Office. I have a bloody office. My own window. My own desk. My own four walls, and a door that closes.
    She reaches the corner, and while she waits for the traffic, she happens to look ahead and sees the lads out in their gathering place instead of the comprar and the pub. So she goes straight instead of turning right, heading for them.
    “Slackers,” she declares as she reaches...

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    “Arthur, tu already got your payback,” Gwen says, hands on her hips as he stands with her red silk scarf in his hands, idly winding it and unwinding it around his hands.
    “Well, you’ll just have to owe me for this one, then,” he says, advancing on her with an impish glint in his eyes.
    She stays in place and lets him come to her, knowing that he’s got his mind set now. No reason why I should let it be too easy, though. He can come to me.
    Arthur loops the scarf around her back,...

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    Arthur wakes up to an empty cama and looks at the clock. 8:15. Where’s Guinevere? He lifts his head and hears the ducha, ducha de turn on. Why is she up?
    He drops his head back down and curls to his side, holding her almohada to his chest. What is it about her that drives me so crazy, anyway? It’s like she has some sort of magical powers over both my corazón and my cock. Well, she’s beautiful. Smart. Charming. Kind.
    Why am I questioning this? What’s not to love? I should be questioning why I’m so lucky. Why she puts...

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    Arthur climbs back into the bed, snuggling against her now, his head on her chest.
    “Shit,” he suddenly says, getting up again.
    “What?” she asks, sitting up as well, holding the sheet to her chest.
    “Have to pee,” he says, wandering to the bathroom.
    Guinevere chuckles and lays back down.
    Iggy comes bounding into the room, hopping up onto the bed, graceful despite his plumpness.
    “Hello, Baby,” Gwen says, sitting...