Fringe!

Back in my day and in font sets they were called dingbats.

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anyone remember what these things are called like little cartoony expressive doohickies i think they have a real name but i can’t remember

Well, it seems to be received well - and here are the nominations, so far:

Alexander Skarsgård Is the Dom, Harry Melling the Sub, and Pillion Their Kinky, Sweet Love Story

Vanity Fair Exclusive By David Canfield May 17, 2025

The two stars and their director, Harry Lighton, learned many lessons making a movie set in a vivid queer subculture: “It emerges that you can’t just chuck a load of dicks on screen.” [damnit]

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Few movies have achieved are both as emotionally resonant and deeply horny as Pillion. Perhaps they could learn a thing or two from writer-director Harry Lighton. While helming his feature debut, Lighton left a message pinned to his bedroom wall, intended to serve as a reminder before rushing to set every morning: “Don’t sacrifice the real for the sake of the laughs—or the sake of the gasps.”

There are laughs, and gasps, aplenty in Pillion. The A24 film, adapted from the novel Box Hill by Adam Mars-Jones, stars Harry Melling (of the Harry Potter films and The Pale Blue Eye) as Colin, a meek traffic warden who lives with his parents and sings in a barbershop quartet on the side for fun. He meets Ray (Alexander Skarsgård), the leader of a local gay motorcycle club, and falls head over heels. Ray brings Colin into his particular world, where pillions—that is, those who ride the passenger seat on the motorcycle—are designated submissives. Colin doesn’t know much about any of this, but he goes with the flow because Ray is, well, hot—but also enigmatic and direct and, in his own odd way, protective.

What unfolds is a frank, kinky, utterly idiosyncratic first feature from Lighton. He deftly depicts a sexual relationship that some might deem extreme or unusual as the engine for a moving rom-com (with, yes, some dashes of trauma skirting the edges). This is not to say he tamps down on the specifics of the sub-dom dynamic—Pillion comes complete with orgies, cock rings, and boot-licking. But as Melling and Skarsgård dig into some of the most intricately wild material of their careers, you wonder if these two crazy kids are going to make it: leather, lube, and all.

Lighton: What I wanted from Colin—and Harry—was that magnetic beta quality. What I wanted from Ray was not necessarily an inverse, but another version of that where you had someone who had all the surface of the world’s hottest biker, and then an unknowability. Wherever I’m talking about Succession or even his interviews on talk shows, Alex is an interesting combination of things. He’s very playful and mischievous, and the roles he’s chosen reflect that.

Alexander Skarsgård: When I got a little brief from my agents about the project, biker and sub-dom, it just sounded quite intriguing to me…and from our first conversations, he just felt a lot of confidence in me and his vision for the project. I definitely wanted to put on the leather gear and jump into the trenches with it.

In the film, most of the members of the biker gang in the movie are basically playing themselves—they are members of GBMCC. I’m forever grateful and indebted to them for their generosity and support and patience. They told us about their lifestyle, and how they socialize and about these gatherings, when they go out riding together, down to details in terms of the outfits, and the dynamics between the subs and the doms and what that would look like. I credit everything to those guys.

The film is obviously graphic, and sex is a key engine of the storytelling. Harry L., this is also a relatively commercial film. So how did you figure how much you wanted to, essentially, show?

Lighton: I remember trying to ignore the practicalities of wanting it to get seen for as long as possible. Because so much of Colin’s experience through the film is driven by transgressive sex, and the way in which he experiences that, I didn’t want to be too hands-off or prudish in the handling of that. I thought that that might feel like it was a judgment on the part of me as the filmmaker, and I wanted to leave it to the audience to be able to decide at which point sex strays into something which is unpalatable to them rather than to give them that information by keeping too much off screen. Once we got into the nitty-gritty, it emerges that you can’t just chuck a load of dicks on screen.

But we shot some stuff which was more explicit, and it wasn’t the case that I was told to remove it out of the cut. I chose to remove it out of the cut because I think it was always important to me that the provocation of it didn’t override the sentiment, the experience.

For the actors, what was your comfort level filming the sex scenes going in?

Skarsgård: You can’t just apply the kind of the sub-dom structure to every relationship. I talked to some people who are in sub-dom relationships, and certain aspects of Colin and Ray’s relationship rang very true to them. And others, they’re like, “Well, I know people who have that kind of relationship…” It was just important for us to figure out what worked for us, in between Harry and myself.

I knew that it was going to be graphic, and Harry was very clear on his vision for it—when and how nudity was going to be depicted. I felt that it really served the story, and it made sense to me. I was very, very comfortable with all that. We had a really terrific intimacy coordinator named Robbie [Taylor Hunt] who was there with us the whole way.

Melling: Alex is just the most generous, dreamy scene partner, so what could have been quite a daunting experience couldn’t have been more different, really. When you sort out the choreography of it, which is often the most difficult part—you sort out what everyone’s doing, where their hands are going—and then once action is called, you’re in the world of Colin and Ray.

Skarsgård: I fell in love with Harry from the first second I saw him. He’s just the sweetest, nicest, loveliest human being. I felt comfortable going as far as we needed to go in these situations with him. I also discovered a lot of things about Colin and Ray’s relationship that I didn’t anticipate discovering when we first started working on it. There were these tender, beautiful moments that just happened organically, and some moments that were weird and some moments that were funny. But he was incredibly game, very brave in just throwing himself out there.

Harry L., how did you work with the intimacy coordinator and others to figure out how best to depict this kind of sub-dom relationship?

Lighton: I was speaking to Robbie three months before we started production, about the way in which we were going to approach it. So it wasn’t the case that he just turned up and did the blocking of the scene at that moment. What was key was that whichever way we achieved it, it didn’t feel like the symbol of sub-Dom sex—that it felt like there was a reality to it. And that meant embracing moments of clumsiness or discomfort as well as the highs of the sex.

A lot of the supporting biker-gang people we cast from both the GMBCC and the kink world—we definitely leant on them to tell us, like, what lube you might be using if you were doing an orgy. I wanted anyone who watches it from the kink community, or whatever community, to feel like what they’re watching is accurate.

Melling: In a way, that made it easier. It wasn’t close-ups of hands. It felt very real. This wonderful community of supporting actors was so valuable. Just in terms of taking me through what a successful boot-lick would be so that I knew how to do it...not successfully.

Skarsgård: There are orgy scenes in the film, and with a combination of actors and non-actors with different levels of experience in that field, it was great to have Robbie there to kind of help and guide the team.

Lighton: It was the moments of mundanity that I most took away from that [research]. There are 80 men in leathers getting onto bikes at the beginning of the day, but then an hour-and-a-half later, you’re having a pork pie and talking about what people thought of Kylie’s Glastonbury performance. And the GMBCC are not definitionally a kink-based or a sex-based organization. It’s for queer people to go biking. So the bike gang in our film, and the way pillions and riders are delineated, that’s very much a fictional creation.

Skarsgård: The way it’s set up in the script, the audience knows as little about Ray as Colin does, and we kind of maintain that kind of level of mystery around the character. In terms of the specifics of the sub-dom relationship, he’s very clear and very upfront with Colin about what he wants, and that also creates an interesting trajectory for their relationship as the story and the love relationship evolve.

The film has a surprising sweetness to it that might not be what you expect in a film with this subject matter.

Lighton: There’s a knee-jerk reaction when you hear about BDSM—that it’s going to be either very ironic or it’s going to be very severe—and I knew that I didn’t want to lose the fun of it. But I also didn’t want to create a distance between the audience and Colin and Ray through irony. That’s probably where the sweetness comes through. The film is meant to be funny, and I want people to laugh. But it’s not meant to be funny in a way which detaches you from the people in front of the camera.

Melling: It grounds it in an interesting way. It’s familiar, and then suddenly we’re somewhere else. That tone is constantly what Harry L. was playing with.

Lighton: No matter how atypical your sex life is, the likelihood is that you’ll have some aspect of typicality from family life or something like that—those two things can live side-by-side. You can go from a family lunch to an orgy, and those two things can not feel incompatible. The hardest thing for me was allowing the characters to exist as extremes without turning them into cartoons—and allowing for that to be quite broad humor at times without compromising the realism.

Pillion will be premiered tomorrow 18 May at Cannes. No word on release date and how we can see it - anyone have a clue there?

goddamnit look at this @mariuch @villageidiotlove @howaboutboth1

@maxwell-demon @askarsjustsoswedish @m-f1 - when you have a chance. I didn't write it - it's from Cannes today about Pillion via Vanity Fair.

Hello, deer…

@differentcatcat @maxwell-demon @askarsjustsoswedish @m-f1

how sweet

LOVEBSCOTT

Cannes Film Festival: 'Pillion' Will Highlight Queer Biker Subculture

Harry Lighton's "Pillion," starring Alexander Skarsgård and Harry Melling, will bring a new level of spice to the Cannes Film Festival.

Pillion - Alexander Skarsgård - Harry Melling

LoveBScott Magazine

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FYI..

I don't think Murderbot would want us looking at it like this. At least it's not leaking. (He hates that.)

Please send me prices for the doll & for the pattern! I used to crochet very well, but my eyes are not as good as they were. Also, if you think the pattern would work for amigurumi?

Thank you so much!

Hey so I made this doll using amigurumi as the base! So it's absolutely doable. There are lots of parts to sew on so I was thinking of even trying to simplify the pattern.

The good news is I used a bigger yarn so it's actually easier to see the stiches!

I'm offering 50$ plus shipping for the doll to be made by me and 10$ for the pattern.

If I make it, I would say it's a 3 week project, if you want the pattern it'll just take me a week to write it all down!

Thanks for the love!

My bedtime story last night! The hell with arms in the suds! Sweet dreams…

Remy Is in Love

A triad fic - NC-17

Alex opened his eyes to the morning light and Jamesy’s contented sigh.  Ahh, they were in Stockholm sleeping cozily in the big down-covered bed.  They had slept late from their drowsy  arrival in the wee hours.  Pleasantly rested, Jamesy gently laid her head on Alex’s warm belly.  Alex smiled and lovingly smoothed her hair.  He knew Jamesy favored her morning cuddle to watch Alex’s cock wake for her and meet her well-placed lips for very good morning oral exercise.  Sometimes Alex woke with a hardon still, at his age he assumed it should be used.  This morning, Alex felt his cock stir from Jamesy’s proximity to it and her warm breath.  It was all he could do to refrain from either pushing her lips closer or just grabbing her up, moving between her legs and fucking her to Jeezus.  She was so fuckable in the mornings. 

He did neither.  Jamesy grew a little impatient with the unstimulated cock growth.  She murmured, “C’mere you fucker,” and flicked her tongue over the foreskin, lifted her head and devoured all the cock her mouth would hold.

Alex moaned, “So warm, baby.  Oh fuck, you’re so good.”  He reached his long arm across Jamesy’s curled up butt and handily asked her legs to open.  He took the fingers on his big Viking paw and gave first one, then two to Jamesy’s hungry cunt that was lubed and ready for them just from the taste of his hard cock being licked and sucked.

“Let me fuck you, pretty girl,” Alex deeply breathed his desire.  “I want to feel you come.” 

Alex gave her “nice ass” a good slap so Jamesy yelped.  She came off his seeping cock, turned on her back and spread her legs to welcome him.  “Kiss my yummy cock breath,” she teased him, but he did kiss her with his kissable lips and the tongue that could coax an orgasm from a rock.

“Oh fuck me hard, sweet man,” Jamesy whispered as Alex pressed his cock between her nether lips and eased it all in.  Jamesy moaned with delight as Alex began to thrust, circle his own “fine ass” and grind her clit.  Oh my!  Oh yes!  Jamesy was so tight and wanton this morning.  She felt so good.  Alex was so big and throbbing this morning.  He felt so good.  The bed gave its own sighs as they fucked each other hard, demanding a good come.  Alex gasped, “Baby, give it! Fuck! Fuck, I’m … uh huh.  Oh yeah, that’s it!”

Jamesy felt his deep thrusts give way to quick shallow ones and his cock erupted inside her glad pussy, coming just as hard as he was.  They grunted at each other with the pleasure that was just theirs.  They kissed à deux, Jamesy’s arms around Alex’s ribs, holding him tight.  They preferred their morning devotional in missionary position with an extended postlude to celebrate those who had come.  Amen.

Alex withdrew with a sweet peck and elongated beside his precious.  “Babycakes, I texted Remy.  I wonder why he wasn’t home to greet us.  He didn’t say he was away.”

“He doesn’t answer my calls much anymore, sweet man.  He must be busy at something.  Or remember you said he was dating heavily.  Maybe he’s in love,” Jamesy lamented.

“I wonder if he even still lives here.  I miss his face.”  Alex arose and took Jamesy’s proffered hand.  They went to shower.

Remy opened the door and looked inside.  He whispered, “Alex?” and go no answer.  He brought inside as many bags of groceries as his arms could carry.  Remy of the triad was feeling guilty.  He had made himself busy with falling in love, stepping off the cliff into playacting monogamy with Sami, the beautiful, smart transwoman he had met shortly before Alex’s last visit to his city digs that Remy was to look after as his home.  Alex’s “boyfriend” had ducked Alex at every turn, avoiding physical contact without reasonable explanation.  Alex had excused his best friend as roiling in the throes of the all-encompassing falling in love.  Alex remembered his own Stockholm scarcity for Remy when he was courting Jamesy.  He had been in Atlanta for two years wooing his love.  But he’d been honest with Jamesy from the git-go, assuming if she would take him, he should show her all of him. 

Remy had talked to Alex at least as often as he’d needed him.  After Alex married, their relationship was heightened from best buds to real lovers, not just beat off buddies.  Remy had been ignoring Alex’s calls, not taking Jamesy’s.  He knew he had to tell Sami the truth of him and the triad, even if he wanted to curtail future triad sex.  He had already nearly moved in with Sami, too much too soon.  He was smitten so, he was not writing nor booking gigs.  And he was late with the groceries he should have stocked in for Alex and Jamesy yesterday.  Remy was realizing he was a mess.  He heard Alex’s shower and hastily put items away and set out the tasty quiche and fresh fruit he’d gotten from the deli down the block.  He was making the kaffe when robed, smiling Alex and Jamesy almost skipping down the hall, spied Remy and ran to embrace him, laughing.

Remy returned the affection with a sigh of relief.  He knew who he was, even still after knowing he loved Sami.  He had needed reminding.  Then Alex kissed him with one of those instant hardon kisses he bestowed on the very few.  Remy gasped and pushed Alex away.  Jamesy looked between them and saw Alex’s face.  She could read all of it in his eyes.   He registered surprise, then a split second of anger, and remained sad-eyed at the sting of his hurt heart.  Jamesy began to cry quietly and turned away, unwilling or unable to share Alex’s pain.

Alex looked at Remy, who had hung his head not wanting to own his behavior.  Alex turned to Jamesy and went to take her in his arms, “Let’s dress and go out, my love.”  He whispered in her ear, “I need you, my Jamesy girl.”

Jamesy wiped her eyes on her robe, nodded “yes”, and took his big Viking paw.  Alex, eyes flashing, admonished Remy, “I assume you will explain yourself when we get back.”  Jamesy knew Alex could well have cussed Remy to the ground and told him to get his shit and get out. 

She spoke out loud tangled in her own thoughts, “Am I going to have to take up the piano?  Alex looked at her and followed her unspoken train of thought.  He grinned and said, “Not unless you want to.  We’ll sell the son of a bitch and enjoy the “play” money.”  They left the apartment shortly without a word to Remy.

Remy put the food away and called Sami, whom he had left lazing in her comfortable loft.  He was in tears when she answered.  “I haven’t told you about me like I should have,” Remy blubbered, “I’ve fucked up royally.  I may be homeless and friendless and worthless to you.”

Sami was royally confused regardless of royal fuck ups.  She eventually calmed Remi so he could briefly explain.  He started with “I’m not writing or gigging or working at all,” and ended with prose of love for Alex and then Jamesy because she belonged to Alex, then he made the caveat that he loved Sami, or so wanted to and wanted to do it well.  He had the presence of mind to blame Sami for naught but gave her no credit for her own life before he came into it, which, like anyone’s of approximately middle age, would have been fraught with mistakes, turmoil, heartbreak (and in Sami’s case, learning herself and how to deal with the world as her own woman).

Sami was an industrial engineer.  She thought logically and she had a big heart.  If she were honest, she would admit that she could see herself with Remi as a romantic partner, but she couldn’t say she loved him exactly.  She certainly didn’t want him to love her to the exclusion of everyone else.  She told him so.  Yes the sex was great, she replied, but other parts of life go on.  Finally, she told Remy to take today to make up with his friends/lovers and maybe invite her to dinner tomorrow for everyone to meet.  “That’s assuming you can pull your head out of your ass, dearest.  And I’ve never heard you make your music.  We’ve ignored too much.  One more thing – if I am to like your friends, you tell them whatever you want about me.  You know I prefer love to find a way.”

Remy put his phone on the counter and walked over to the piano.  However did he find rational people who would care about him?  He thought that maybe he was catching up from having a crazy hippie mother who might still shout at him, “Bring me another lover!”  Remy began to play and sing the ballad he wrote for Alex and Jamesy (with his triad verse).  He hoped he could make things right.  He sang it again and repented his actions toward Alex.  He heard the door open and sang the triad verse louder.

Jamesy screeched gleefully, “Remy!”  Alex strode to the piano, picked up Remy by the shoulders and gave him another kiss which produced again the instant hardon that Remy rubbed against Alex.  “I’m so sorry, lover,” Remy repeated in Swedish between Alex kisses.  In a few minutes Alex was hard too.  Jamesy sat and put her feet up.

Standing at the piano, Alex and Remy freed their respective hardons and continued kissing roughly.  They began to fondle each other’s cock.  Shirts came off.  “I so fuckin’ missed you, boyfriend,” Alex moaned.  They were entranced in each other, concentrating on a shared climax, ending in cum running down their chests.  Breathing so hot and heavy as to fog up the nearest window.  Remy howled, “Fuck me! Alex! Fuck!  I love you!” and shot all over Alex where Alex aimed it.  The feel of Remy’s jumping cock and his cum running down his pecs got Alex off hard.  It took fuck happy Remy by surprise and he did not corral Alex’s writhing cock properly.  Alex grunted his pleasure and shot cum everywhere.

“Hell, I’ll have to clean that off the piano!”  Remy rued those Alex-never-just-a-little cum shots so out of control.  “That’ll take the finish off!”  He grabbed his shirt and began to mop hurriedly.  Alex took his shirt and assisted after he’d wiped Remy off his chest.  “We used to be so neat about this, remember?”  Remy looked at Alex and began to giggle.  Alex took Remy’s face between his big Viking paws and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.  “I will always love you, Remy,” Alex told him softly.

Those “young” studs then started tickling each other and laughing, went to the kitchen  and used dishtowels to wipe off the remainder.  Jamesy was cackling with laughter at her boys from her relaxed perch.  The shirtless ran and kissed her all over until she mirthfully screeched, “Stop it. You’re gonna make me pee.”  Alex paused to consider and ceased the kissing, acknowledging it would be difficult to clean up he declared self-righteously.  Remy stopped giggling and kissed Jamesy deeply, “I’m so sorry, Jamesy.  I love you.  And I swear I’ll answer your calls if I’m not fuckin’ fuckin’.”  They were at home with each other.

Remy was quiet as he doodled on the piano.  Alex took him a beer and Remy caught a big Viking paw, “Of course I love you.  While I’m trying to be in love, could we not have triad sex?  I don’t mean what we just did, I mean butt fucking, cosmic orgasmic, pissing hot ménage à trois?  I don’t know where I am.”

Alex kissed his head, looked at Jamesy and soothed Remy, “Whatever you need, boyfriend.  Jamesy is agreeing.  We want you to be happy, but not without us in your life – or in this flat we call home.  Do you still live here?” 

Alex chuckled as Remy fidgeted on the piano bench.  “I do.  I need to bring Sami here and share more of me.”  Remy continued by giving an enthusiastic overview of Sami, mentioning that Sami was fluent in English, Swedish and some French (which he used to tease her), that she no longer took hormones and had decided against surgeries for herself at this point, and that he had her permission to tell whatever needed telling.

Alex had joined Jamesy on the couch.  “So Sami has a girlcock like Marti at the gym.”  Alex spoke matter-of-factly.  “I am excited to meet her.”  Remy teasingly shot Alex a glare.  Alex blurted, “Not for that.  Remy.  Stop it.  Sami sounds great.  I am excited to meet her.”

It was decided that Sami should come to dinner next evening and all questions would be answered truthfully, no matter the discomfort of the triad.  “Love is where you find it.  It’s hard to kill, and why would you want to,” Jamesy reminded.

Remy played piano into the night.  “I love this Steinway grand Alex bought for me,” Remy opined and launched into “I Love a Piano. (Irving Berlin 1908 – Easter Parade 1948)”  Remy was well versed in songs from movie musicals and some Cole Porter.  Jamesy and Alex would join in the ones they knew.  So very wholesome, it’s a good thing Remy got all the flying cum off the instrument.

***** Judy Garland and Fred Astaire in Easter Parade *******

The triad all had a hand in the dinner, being mindful of Sami’s preferences, insisted by Remy.  Remy took public transit to fetch his love.  Jamesy, born into the drivin’ and cryin’ City of Atlanta, often forgot the ease of Stockholm’s conveyances until she was going somewhere on her own she couldn’t walk to and from.  Remy and Sami would be back shortly. 

While they were alone, Alex pulled Jamesy close and kissed her enough to make her twat tingle.  “I’m glad for Our Remy, darlin’.  If he just doesn’t lose his mind being in love with love.”

“We won’t be the subject of anymore love songs, sweet man.”  Jamesy smiled and tiptoed for another kiss.  “If Sami stays over, can we still play with Dala?”

Alex laughed and bent to kiss her neck.  He put a big Viking paw under her sweater and fondled her breast through her bra.  He thrust his clothed crotch into hers and moaned, “Dala needs exercise, little fuckbunny.”

They were smoothing their disheveled selves when Remy and Sami walked in.  Everybody spoke at once.  Sami was tall and willowy with pleasing features.  Androgyny, gender blending, comfortable in one’s own skin – no wordy explanation was necessary.  Sami was herself, smart, beautiful – a delight with humor.  After introductions Sami put her hand gently on Remy’s chest, “Sweetheart, I could never take you away from Alexander Skarsgård!”  She laughed and winked in Alex and Jamesy’s direction.  Remy kissed her.  He had learned from the master, Alex, to charmingly reward his love for every show of affection.

Pleasant conversation was rife.  The culinary artistry was consumed.  Champagne toasts were made to all parties in varying combinations and Remy toasted his favorite piano.  Alex had never seen Remy quite so joyous as he was this evening.  Jamesy and Sami found they had much in common as working women in professions that were still a man’s world.  There was good-natured joking and much laughter.  It seemed that any puzzling questions of sex, love, and rock-‘n-roll would be asked privately.  No one seemed uncomfortable in the least.

The time passed, Jamesy rose from the table, glad they had opted for the most butt-comfortable dining chairs but needing to stretch her legs.  She began to clear and everyone assisted, making short work.  Alex suggested, “Rembo, why not play a song or two for Sami while Jamesy and I put his away?”

Remy almost clapped his hands in glee, “C’mon beautiful, I’ve been working on something, let me show you.”  He took Sami’s hand.

“I’ve heard everything you’ve recorded, Remy, but nothing from your lips.”  Sami took Remi’s arm and kissed his cheek.  Remy beamed.  He was the sunshine in the room.

When they had repaired to the music nook, out of sight of the kitchen, Alex loaded the dishwashers in two shakes of a lamb’s tail as Jamesy washed the delicate serving dishes and crystal.  Alex stood behind Jamesy and put his arms around her.  “We really like her, don’t we, babycakes?”  Alex whispered. 

“We do.  Glad for Remi,” Jamesy sighed as she cuddled her back into her Viking while keeping her arms in the suds.

Alex kissed Jamesy’s neck and moved his hands under her sweater.  He was familiar with most of her underwear and deftly unfastened her bra and cupped her breasts in his big Viking paws.  Jamesy moaned softly to Remy’s love song accompaniment. 

Alex tweaked her nipples and moaned into her neck, “You want my hard cock, fuckbunny?”  He pressed it into Jamesy’s “nice ass”.  She had ceased washing dishes.  Alex turned her to face him and in one movement lifted her onto the clean counter.  She flung suds off her hands and put them around Alex’s neck, in his hair.  They kissed urgently, tongues tasting lusty ardor from each other.  Hot fire between them, hips barely moving.  Alex groaned, “Fuck, c’mere,” put his big Viking paws under her thighs, her legs and arms around him, and carried her to bed.

“We’ll let Remy and Sami make the kaffe tomorrow.”  Jamesy and Alex had flung clothes in all directions.  Alex moaned agreement with his favored left breast in his mouth.  Dala would be long in the exercise arena tonight.