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Knowing that my father wasn't home I went around back only to frantically begin searching for the abandoned spare key that I knew he used to leave out here for the nights he came stumbling home drunk without his own.
After getting frustrate I gave up the search when remembering one of the glass panels on the back door had been loose for quiet a few year before I had left.
Pushing on the panels till I found the right one I new when I suddenly popped forward slightly shocking me before I grabbed for it.
(The guys had left an hour or two prior to go to the studio and began to track there instruments , vocal tracks weren't for a few days so I took the being alone opportunity to visit my old house we'll my dad's house)
Placing the glass on the ground carelessly I reached in hoping I could grab the handle, loosing excitement realizing I was only an inch or so from it , repositioning myself I felt cool metal upon my knuckles fumbling around in a firm grasp slowly turning until I heard that familiar click...
FLASHBACK
Our plan of quietly sneaking in had already failed knowing my father would most likely be downstairs within minutes to yell,so I stopped trying to be quiet and slammed the back door while still holding up an extremely intoxicated Max with one arm.
I felt him chuckle feeling his hot breath against the bare skin of my neck causing me to shudder.
Trying to lead him threw the kitchen , dreading the fact I'd have to figure how to get myself up the stairs thinking about leaving him on the couch , when his hand slowly started sliding down my back causing me to loose my balance hearing a wretched shattering sound noticing a broken beer bottle now upon the floor.
(So maybe my dad had been d...
... middle of paper ...
... this is about sex we dont have to."
"Ronnie, please just talk to me"
I opend my mouth slightly to speak yet no words came out..
"I want ...it. " I finally let out in a shaky voice
"you dont want to bottom..?" he let out laughing as he scrunched up his face max..MAX! "yes?" the drunkness returning to his voice
"you're drunk,go to bed." I spoke in a cold emotionless voice.
"ha...your scared" max stuttered letting drewl escape his lips...
...right.. i love you .. if y....a day im g..onna fuck .you." max slurred slowly resting his body against mine placing his head on my chest, making me be able to feel the buldge in his pants. he was trying to be innocent but it wasnt working something about it set me off.
"FUCK OFF." I yelled shoving him off me with brutal force staggering to my own wobbly feet
I could see him shrink back in fear... which made me feel even better...
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
Just then, he heard the grim click of a key locking the door. Scrambling back towards the door, he yanked and shoved on it, frantically pleading out to whoever was listening, “No, let me out! Open this door, please, this must be a mistake!”
Michael’s lips moved in response, you were sure of it, however, not a single word was audible. At least to you they weren’t. This was, no doubt, due to the fact that Luke’s fingertips now achingly slowly brushed against your folds, trailing their way up to your clit.
"We are leaving now." He grabs me by the arm and I struggle to get out of his hold.
He continued to stare, his fingers relaxing slightly on the liquor tumbler as he felt some give in the glass and instinctively knew it was about to shatter.
She cradled him between her thighs and he could feel his cock harden in his pants and he pushed against her, as he kissed her and she broke the kiss to let out a soft moan, enticing...
We though someone had broken in. Becca and Ellie my two older sisters went downstairs to investigate. Our younger siblings were fast asleep when I crept into their room to see if they were the ones making the noise.
holding in as we open the lid as quietly as possible to jump out. Once we had realized the
...d like that, sticky and panting against each other, warm and pliant, Harry's head tucked into Louis’ neck. Then he started to laugh, and Louis laughed with him, holding him tighter.
"Is there a problem?" His eyes rolled in annoyance. His hands were behind his back and he just stared into my eyes.
scale a ten foot wall, just to get inside. When all three of us were
“Uh . . . err . . . um.” Mason stifled a pathetic giggle. “No
I was entering my room. I grabbed him by the collar and without a word dragged him bodily back into the kitchen. As I entered, my heart skipped a beat. Mike screamed.
He stared at me for a while. Then, wiped my tears off and made his lips meet mine. His lips were soft and he was gentle. I found myself kissing him back. The kiss didn’t last long and it wasn’t the kind of worldshaking, deep-thrilling kiss we see in movies these days; but even so, I was glad he kissed me. I needed that one.