Part IV
[..."did you keep your promise?"...
..."yes, he's going to be fine...maybe he won't even remember"... ]
she didn't keep her promise. she'd messed everything up. she lied, she lied, she lied. putting her bag down at the entrance of her house she tore up the stairs tripping half the way up. the tears blurred her vision all the way into her bedroom as the flung herself onto her army of stuffed animals.
..."hey, let's go do it!"....
"no" she moaned. "no no no no!!!"
...."yeah! let's go!"....
"NO" she screamed and beat her pillow with her fists. "why why why??" she sobbed into the pillowcase. she hiccoughed and spluttered as she relived that horrible night in her mind.
...they walked down the stairs, hand in hand, stopping to grab a bit of each other's taste while heading towards the couch. they gripped each others' hands tightly as they stumbled, inebriated, through the dim lights of the yard. alcohol was a spiteful weapon of god that they would soon regret ever tasting. they sat on the couch and proceeded to kiss and caress each other even stronger when they had when they were upstairs with everybody else. his hands touching her in all the right places making her moan into his mouth as they kissed tenderly. they giggled at their play and pushed further and further into each other until they were both grimacing in painful pleasure. and then he said it, he told her he wanted to. and she agreed. they made their way into the bathroom and shut the door. she stripped herself down to her socks and watched him prepare himself. and then it began. shots of sensual ecstasy coursed through her blood right alongside the alcohol. it was almost pitch dark and she could barely make out his shirt as he panted "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..." she assured him with a caress on the cheek that she never would...
she'd stopped crying. it was beyond that now. she was just angry, the blood boiled deep underneath her skin at her behavior and at his idiocy. he didn't even remember the next day, she had to tell him and it pained her to do so, him being so young and inexperienced. she never wanted to go through something like that again, but yet she already had. she told herself she was better off not knowing whether or not she wanted to than regretting having already done it.
..."yes, he's going to be fine...maybe he won't even remember"... ]
she didn't keep her promise. she'd messed everything up. she lied, she lied, she lied. putting her bag down at the entrance of her house she tore up the stairs tripping half the way up. the tears blurred her vision all the way into her bedroom as the flung herself onto her army of stuffed animals.
..."hey, let's go do it!"....
"no" she moaned. "no no no no!!!"
...."yeah! let's go!"....
"NO" she screamed and beat her pillow with her fists. "why why why??" she sobbed into the pillowcase. she hiccoughed and spluttered as she relived that horrible night in her mind.
...they walked down the stairs, hand in hand, stopping to grab a bit of each other's taste while heading towards the couch. they gripped each others' hands tightly as they stumbled, inebriated, through the dim lights of the yard. alcohol was a spiteful weapon of god that they would soon regret ever tasting. they sat on the couch and proceeded to kiss and caress each other even stronger when they had when they were upstairs with everybody else. his hands touching her in all the right places making her moan into his mouth as they kissed tenderly. they giggled at their play and pushed further and further into each other until they were both grimacing in painful pleasure. and then he said it, he told her he wanted to. and she agreed. they made their way into the bathroom and shut the door. she stripped herself down to her socks and watched him prepare himself. and then it began. shots of sensual ecstasy coursed through her blood right alongside the alcohol. it was almost pitch dark and she could barely make out his shirt as he panted "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..." she assured him with a caress on the cheek that she never would...
she'd stopped crying. it was beyond that now. she was just angry, the blood boiled deep underneath her skin at her behavior and at his idiocy. he didn't even remember the next day, she had to tell him and it pained her to do so, him being so young and inexperienced. she never wanted to go through something like that again, but yet she already had. she told herself she was better off not knowing whether or not she wanted to than regretting having already done it.
posted by .:.§ηοορ¥.:. at 11:21 PM
1 Comments:
the speaker has sex in her socks?! SOCKS!!! THEY KEEP FEET WARM.
now tubesocks, those can be used a large number of uses.....like puppets! ¬_¬ perverts.
I wonder if the CIA tracks the potential danger of blogs...I doubt it, but then again they have fooled me time and time again. DAMN YOU MORTIMER MCSNEAKY AND YOUR PATENTED SNEAKY WAYS
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