Who's Your Momma, RA?

“Who’s Your Momma, RA?”



How's a sicky gal like me supposed to get any writing done when said god sticks that massive bicep right into my line of vision? I ask you...could any sane woman have resisted drooling over it?

Finally coughed, spewed, hacked, and nose drooled through writing the rest of my new fanfic, “Matchmaking Momma” which I posted early yesterday ayem to the Yahoo “ArmitageArmyAfterDark.com” site.

It was inspired by the essences of various characters portrayed by a certain TDH actor with killer blue eyes and a gorgeous smile!  Hmmm…you might wonder…who on earth could this anon actor be?

The god now known worldwide as RA, naturellement!

Who else would still be inciting my “foolish passion” after all of these months?  Certainly not that pale imitation of a brooder, Fitzwillie Darcy, or for that matter, his fifth cousin removed on his father’s side, Mark Darcy.  Stand aside, Darcy men, Mr. Thornton strode masterfully onto the stage and captured my heart with one word, “STEPHENS!”

LOL!

But it was really true.  I was busy checking him out while he stood proud and tall on those cotton mill steps…thinking, to be truthful, that he didn’t look all that handsome in the traditional “pretty boy” way.  Did notice his majestic nose immediately and took to it.  But then, I like a good honker (conk) on a guy.  And once I caught sight of it in profile, I swooned.  Not a full-fledged swoon but one of those breath-catching, “Mmmm…v. nice, indeed” types.

Then, suddenly he shocked me to my core when he opened his mouth to bellow, “STEPHENS!”  His face was all scrunched up and mean-looking as he just went for it.  No holding back because he was worried about how he looked to us brooder trackers.  The next moment, there he was in full action, racing full board down the steps and running through the mill really trying to catch that foolish dweebhead he’d seen smoking a pipe midst all that lovely but highly flammable, white cotton fluff.

And he thrilled me beyond belief when he actually caught the guy and began, uh, disciplining him in the language of the day amongst people of a certain lower class.  No holding back, just a right and then a left and then a well-placed kick followed by some more one-two punches.  Shocking indeed to behold but pruriently pleasing also.  I gasped right along with the lovely Miss Hale at seeing this hard side of our hero right off the bat.  But, unlike that priggish miss, I saw him as being a man of action rather than just being a brute.  A real manly man!

Several scenes later when they were formally introduced and he turned around to run his eyes up and down her deliciousness, I was fully hooked.  This Mr T had a certain sensuality about him that I took to immediately.  He looked handsome and real and was unapologetic for his behavior in our first meeting.  “I was angry.  I ‘ave a temper.” He told her coolly with a direct gaze.  No mealy-mouthed, wishy washy, politically correct, limp-wristed brooder this guy.  No siree!  He just stepped right up to the plate and said, “Yeah.  I beat the crap out of him.  So?  Get over it.  And btw what are you doing later?  I’d really like to have a go at pressing my hot lips lightly against your cool ones.  That lush, full lower lip of yours has real potential for some world-class nibbling.”

He dragged me with little or no kicking or screaming right along with him through the rest of that episode and the successive 3 eps.  Couldn’t take my eyes off of the man…especially in the Masters Dinner scene where he was just so smolderingly handsome and confident in his own skin.  Every line delivery was spot-on and purred in deep, rich dulcet tones.  Eyes were magnificent and watchful.  He missed nothing at that dinner table.  Clearly the “top dog” amongst the litter gathered there.  Loved hearing him say, “My workers expect me to be hard…”  

Later on, at the Thornton's Dinner Party, when he turned around in that cream-colored cravat to walk towards the lovely Miss H, I just wanted to taste him myself.  He smiled at her and I grinned back like a goon.  Then, their hands touched in that lingering handshake.  Camera work was such a good substitute for actually being there.  Captured every delicious moment of their fingers slooooooooooowly separating.  His fingers looked so long and expressive.  At the very end, as his long, middle finger reached for a last taste of hers, I did swoon.  Very erotic and sensual.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Hmmmmmmmm!

I do become easily diverted once I begin to blather on about either JT* or RA, n’est-ce pas?  And JS* and PA* and LR* and BC,* etc.  Reliving the moment is so diverting and delicious!

Anyway, this latest story is a whatif about what it might be like for said god if his very own, sweet MommyMom were to get a bug in her ear about getting him married off.  Just had fun pushing him up against a somewhat brash and uninterested Merrican miss.

It’s always hard to write dialogue for the god himself since I generally just want him to stand around looking gorgeous and smiling a lot!  LOL!

Or even better…pressing those lovely lips of his against the neck, arm, and eager lips of his leading lady of the moment.  Tasting and taunting.

It’s been a real struggle to keep these twosomes romantic and not porn-like.  Have resisted the urge to dive off into deeper waters.  I do so enjoy writing erotically-charged, “no holds barred” love scenes in my stories.  I finally started one called, “Between the Real Sheets” starring the actors portraying Paul and Alona from the series “BTS,” which will undoubtedly never see the light of day even on the “AAAD” site.  It is just so graphic as the two actors move from simulated into real sex for their, uh, “art.”  I will savor it by my lonesome.  Wouldn’t want to shock any British sensibilities.  Or any others for that matter.  It’s really tame stuff compared to what my regular readers of adult arousal fodder are used to reading from me but I’m tailoring my current fanfic to its probable market tastes.

Have even cleaned up the language for the most part.

Went trolling off to my anon story writing web page yesterday and saw that I have been v. lax about feeding my hungry readers some tasty bits.  Had some email messages begging for follow-ups to unfinished stories and even a few for ones that I finished years ago.  It may be time to fire up those engines and put some of this unrequited passion into pleasing my real and fervent fan base.  Hmmm…might post my P&A story there with some minor modifications!

Still dying to see the handsome Philip Turner in “Inspector Linley Mysteries: The Divine Proposition,” and masterful Capt Ian MacElwain in “Ultimate Force II.”  Both of them, as well as the darkly handsome Doc Alec in “TGH”* are totally untapped resource material for future fanfic stories.

Feeling better now…cold is really just down to some annoying hacking and head drainage problems.  Am finally able to smoke without hacking immediately.  Therefore, guilty feelings about dirty, smoky vice are beginning to absent themselves from my consciousness again.

BTW, next story on the assembly line will be one where someone with a remarkable resemblance to said god will hit Hollywood and finally be allowed to kiss a woman taller than 5’2”.  In fact, she is 5’10” which should make her stand lip to lip with him when she’s wearing heels.  Am really, really tired of seeing his head bent down, hiding those eyes somewhat, as he struggles to relate to a “widget”* so much shorter while still showing his face enough to act in front of the camera.  Luckily, directors and camerapersons seem to grasp the significance and desirability of showcasing his marvelous eye and facial expressions so camera dips low a lot to capture same.

Seems like it might be time to visit my real life.

However, although I may leave off being in here where the drool floweth ever copiously, this one thot remains constant…

RA Rulez!

LDB

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JT          =   John Thornton (HCMO in “North & South”, BBC, 2004)
JS          =  John Standring (“Sparkhouse”, BBC, 2002)
PA          =  Paul Andrews (“Between the Sheets,” 2003)
LR          =  Lee Richards (“Cold Feet (Series 5,) 2003
BC          =  Bill Chatford (“Malice Aforethought,” 2005)
Doc A          =  Dr. Alec Track (“TGH”)
TGH          =  “The Golden Hour,” (ITV, 2005)
Widget          =  Short female co-star (usually around 5’2” to his 6’2”)