1.) When you have spent multiple paragraphs describing Rodney's stomach, and I find myself, from your adjectives, buidling an image of soft white bread dough and wondering idly if John will start *kneading* it--you may want to go back and rethink it, okay? Because nothing throws me out of a sex scene quite like a sudden curiosity of whether or not Rodney is about to be *baked*.
If John actually starts kneading it, if that *happens*, I swear that even good manners will not stop my mockage. Do not go there.
2.) It seems the use of wonton for wanton has not decreased. I've decided tomorrow is Chinese Night.
3.) I want to give you an image. Okay? Here it is. Rodney the sumo-wrestler and John as Frodo the hobbit. Having sex. If that traumatizes you as much as it does me? Then you honest to God have to stop talking about John as delicate or frail around Rodney's bulk. Cause this can only go to places that spaggel has exclusive permission to go.
Yes. I've been reading on Wraithbait. It's just--*waves hands*--hypnotic.