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Happy Presidents’ Day Weekend!

To celebrate, here are some presidents getting sexy with each other! A few years ago, one of my favorite websites–The Comics Curmudgeon–got frustrated with the political discussion that had flooded his site and posted this:

While flicking through in horror, I came upon this gem, posted by faithful reader Mr Snrub: “Does Taft/Roosevelt slashfic exist?” If it doesn’t now, I order you to expend your political energies on this thread creating some. “Ever since Taft had returned from the Phillipines, TR found himself going out of his way to spend more time with him talking about the situation there…” Go!

I always take up an gay opportunity (a gayportunity, as it were), and this was no exception. So without further delay, here is it: Taft/Roosevelt slashfic written my my younger, pruder self.

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“William, you damned fool,” Roosevelt said. “An independent judiciary?”

Taft sighed. “It was a stupid thing to fight over, Teddy. I’m – I’m sorry.”

“You’d damn well better be sorry. Wilson’s going to win, and I dare say he’ll tax us all to death.” Roosevelt sighed, and leaned back in his overstuffed armchair. He polished his glasses absentmindedly with the edge of his bathrobe. “You’re looking well yourself, though, William.”

Taft blushed and pushed back a strand of his light blond hair. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, and he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Roosevelt had always done this to him, made him nervous and uncomfortable, like he was an awkward overweight schoolboy again. What did they call him? A cowboy? Yes, that’s what he was. Compared to him, how could Taft ever measure up?

Roosevelt stood and crossed the room, standing over Taft. “Is there a reason you want us to lose?” Taft could smell him, a whiff of tobacco and leather.

He shook his head. “I can’t – I can’t talk about it, Teddy. You wouldn’t understand.”

Roosevelt placed one strong hand on Taft’s uncovered head, caressing his jowly cheek. Taft froze, unsure of himself, unsure of everything. Roosevelt placed his fingers under Taft’s chin, tilting his head up. “You’d be surprised what this cowboy understands,” he said, and leaned down quickly, pressing his mouth against Taft’s surprised lips.

***

A knock on the door woke the two men up. The young voice came through the wall: “Mr. Roosevelt? Are you there? Mr. Roosevelt, they’re saying Wilson has the labor vote. Mr. Roosevelt?” Taft picked his head up off of the pillow.

“Don’t worry about it William,” Roosevelt said, and pulled him closer.

“Let’s sleep in.”

***

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Happy Presidents' Day Weekend!

To celebrate, here are some presidents getting sexy with each other! A few years ago, one of my favorite websites–The Comics Curmudgeon–got frustrated with the political discussion that had flooded his site and posted this:

While flicking through in horror, I came upon this gem, posted by faithful reader Mr Snrub: "Does Taft/Roosevelt slashfic exist?" If it doesn't now, I order you to expend your political energies on this thread creating some. "Ever since Taft had returned from the Phillipines, TR found himself going out of his way to spend more time with him talking about the situation there…" Go!

I always take up an gay opportunity (a gayportunity, as it were), and this was no exception. So without further delay, here is it: Taft/Roosevelt slashfic written my my younger, pruder self.

***

"William, you damned fool," Roosevelt said. "An independent judiciary?"

Taft sighed. "It was a stupid thing to fight over, Teddy. I'm – I'm sorry."

"You'd damn well better be sorry. Wilson's going to win, and I dare say he'll tax us all to death." Roosevelt sighed, and leaned back in his overstuffed armchair. He polished his glasses absentmindedly with the edge of his bathrobe. "You're looking well yourself, though, William."

Taft blushed and pushed back a strand of his light blond hair. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. Roosevelt had always done this to him, made him nervous and uncomfortable, like he was an awkward overweight schoolboy again. What did they call him? A cowboy? Yes, that's what he was. Compared to him, how could Taft ever measure up?

Roosevelt stood and crossed the room, standing over Taft. "Is there a reason you want us to lose?" Taft could smell him, a whiff of tobacco and leather.

He shook his head. "I can't – I can't talk about it, Teddy. You wouldn't understand."

Roosevelt placed one strong hand on Taft's uncovered head, caressing his jowly cheek. Taft froze, unsure of himself, unsure of everything. Roosevelt placed his fingers under Taft's chin, tilting his head up. "You'd be surprised what this cowboy understands," he said, and leaned down quickly, pressing his mouth against Taft's surprised lips.

***

A knock on the door woke the two men up. The young voice came through the wall: "Mr. Roosevelt? Are you there? Mr. Roosevelt, they're saying Wilson has the labor vote. Mr. Roosevelt?" Taft picked his head up off of the pillow.

"Don't worry about it William," Roosevelt said, and pulled him closer.

"Let's sleep in."

***

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Tom Swifty, All Sexed Up

I appreciate a finely crafted sentence, all the more so because I know how hard it is to come up with them! And one of my favorite kinds of sentences, a guilty pleasure kind of sentence, is the Tom Swifty.

A Tom Swifty is a punny sentence that links the verb or adverb back to the main subject of the sentence in a humorous way. The name comes from the Tom Swift series of books that was famous for overusing adverbs. Here's an example of a Tom Swifty:

"I'll have a martini," said Tom, drily.

Having a dirty, dirty mind, I immediately began brainstorming some sexy versions of the Tom Swifty. Below are a few of my attempts. Can you think of anything more racy?

"I put it in her," he said cockily.

"Come in my mouth!" she said saucily.

"The breast enhancement went well," he affirmed.

"They're fucking me in all holes!" she said prickily.

"I like it from behind," he asserted.

Just Getting Started!

Right now I'm working hard at getting this website set up – should be done in a couple of days. Whew, I'm breaking a sweat over here! Can't wait to share my stories with you . . .