Just something I put together to kinda vent some pain and frustration I have with my family. No matter what I do or say, they don’t accept me.
OH MY GOD THANK YOU.
I go to an all girls school, and it seems like all they think about is me “falling in love with them” or “having a crush on them”.
Well I don’t.
I hate ALL of you.
THANK YOU
In the wee hours of the morning your voice began to turn gentle as did mine. Not realizing what the moon’s influence was doing to us, we talked to each other sweetly. Giggling, going about conversations all lovers do. Simple nothings that mean the world to each other. Doing just like you do during the day, doing just like any lover does, you started to tease me with your provocative groans. I rolled my eyes laughing to myself because your attempts were cutely amusing to me. I was too preoccupied with the work load on my laptop. You noticed my firm concentration and thought to yourself, “Maybe I should break that concentration of his…” Smirking to yourself, knowing the plans you had for me you thought, “This should be fun.” Through out the night, your groans turned into wine sweet moans. Each one growing longer than the next. As anyone in their right mind, I began to notice. With every couple letters you moaned and the tingling sensation grew from my core to my finger tips causing my face to become slightly flustered. I felt my facial expression change from the normal face I put on every day, to something more readable. A innocent face showing all my purest desires. You kept on, I kept flirting with you calling you mean and evil since you were slowing down my progress with each provocative noise you made. I’m not sure how long this went on, but I had reached my limit. I wanted you, all of you. I wanted to be all over your body. I set my laptop down off of my lap next to me on my bed. You are still teasing unaware of what actions I am about to take for I am silently thinking of all the naughty things I’ve ever wanted to try with you. Your moans sounded so tempting…so very tempting. “Stop being mean~!” I said playfully. “You know you like it,” you responded in your husky voice. That was really it. I had planned to deal with myself quietly as you kept moaning on the other side of the phone unaware of the bullets you were putting in my gun. But I wanted to hear more, I wanted to hear the sweetest sounds from your pleasure. You moaned again. I followed with a single simple moan as I laid my fingers over the overly heated spot on my body. “Really?” You said unamused that I joined in on your little game. I giggled and kept moaning. At first, you were a bit silently. Probably trying to figure out the complete situation, trying not to jump to a conclusion. But the more I moaned, the more aware you became, the more sure you became. Not too long after you joined me shyly. Then your first true pleasurable noise left your being. The tingling sensation crawled all over my body at the mere sound of you sweet song being sung with mine. Moan after moan things became more sensual. “Kiss and touch me, Taste and touch me baby. Bite and touch me, Kill and touch me baby… Intoxication~” The music I was playing did not help my situation one bit. I was hardly listening to the song. It was just fuzz in the background compared to your heavenly voice. I never wanted this feeling to end. I never wanted to stop listening to our song of love. As all humans do, we had reached our limit. I let out my purest moan as I climaxed. The thought of my body pressing against yours sent me to a whole nother place. Panting, slowly coming to my senses as you did. I sent you a completely satisfied groan with a chuckle. Your voice was still so sweet. I knew if I were there with you this morning you would be glued to me. As I would be to you. I smiled to myself chuckling. I knew this wouldn’t be the end of our sensual mornings.
