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Post by SadistSecret on Mar 2, 2005 14:57:44 GMT -5
"I've been staring at you all year, if you haven't noticed," I told her. She looked at me with an expression showing a great amount of confusion. "Haven't you got anyone better to look at all day?" I didn't sense any hostility in her voice, but I could have been wrong. "You're better looking than anyone else there." "Really, now?" Her sarcasm lacked in subtlety. "Yeah." "You're serious about this, aren't you?" "I am, and you sound a little angry about it." "I'm not." That was a plus. "I just wonder why you think I an cuter than anyone else in there." "Dunno, I just do. It's one of those thing's I can't put into words." "So, um, I guess you'd want to, you know, date me?" I had to concentrate on not dropping my jaw to look like a complete idiot. "Is that a hypothetical question?" "No, I'm asking you out, right now. Is it a yes, or a no?" I looked at her and pretended to think. I knew I was going to say yes, but I wanted to play with her mind. "Five" So much for the mind games. "Four." "Hmm..." "Three." Her tone sounded very serious. "Two." "One." Now I knew she wasn't kidding. "Time's up!" She grabbed both of my wrists, and put a tight grip on them. "I'm going to squeeze harder and harder until I get an answer from you." With that said, she did what she said whe was going to do. Her grip was so tight, I was on my knees in seconds.
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Post by SadistSecret on Mar 2, 2005 19:10:10 GMT -5
It hurt so much, but I loved every second of it. "Will you still squeeze when you get an answer?" My pain was evident in my voice. "You like this, don't you?" "Yes, I do." She loosened her grip almost instantly after I said that. "I'm not going to squeeze any more until I get my answer." Well, no more stalling. "Yes, yes I will." Her grip around my wrists was once more painful. "Why did it take you so long to answer?" She asked. "I was just playing with your mind. I found it quite entertaining." "You do it again and I'll torture you worse next time." "That's a great incentive, you know." The sarcasm in my voice was very obvious. "You want me to torture you?" "Yes, I do." "So you'd like it if I, say, bit you?" "Uh-huh." The mere thought of it was arousing, if only a little. "Then get off your knees and come here," she said, a flirty flair in her voice. I got up slowly and took a step towards her before she grabbed me agressively, tilted my head to the left, and tried sinking her teeth into the right side of my neck. After about five seconds, she let go. "Did you like that?" she asked, as if she didn't already know the answer. I looked at her and nodded. "You want me to do it again?" "Yes, and don't let go so soon this time." That said, she bit me again, in the same spot as before. I let out a sigh of pleasure, and she held me tighter than before. I couldn't escape if I wanted to. Of course, I didn't want to be free of her grasp. She took a step forward, forcing me into the corner, her teeth still on my neck. I could stand here forever. She bit harder, and I fell into her arms. She promptly loosened her grip. "Babe, you okay?" she asked in concern.
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Post by SadistSecret on Mar 9, 2005 22:37:32 GMT -5
"I'm fine," I told her. I was more than fine. I was in ecstasy, pure ecstasy. "Again, please." "You really like it when I do that, don't you?" "Yeah." Saying I loved it was an understatement. I loved it. "What if I didn't do it to you?" How dare she ask!? "I don't know. I'd rather not find out." "What if I want to know?" "Please, don't do this to me." "Which one? Don't stop biting you, or don't make you think?" "Both." She then took a step back, holding on to my shoulders. "I'm not going to do either until you give me an answer. 'Is there something special you wanted?' was my question. "Maybe." The way sshe said it, I knew she wanted something. "What do you want from me?" "I want you on your knees, and then I want you to ask for it." I dropped to my knees, looked in her eyes, and said to her, "Will you bite me? She thought about this for a moment; I knew she was teasing me. AFter that moment, she took both of my hands and lifted me off my feet, pulling me close to her. I bared my neck, the left side this time, and let her teeth go at my neck. It was gentle at fisrt, this was alluring, and when it got harder, it was ecstatic. I soloved this. "Don't let go," I whispered in her ear. As soon as I said that, she put even more pressure in the bite. 'A little more pressure and me might draw blood,' I thought to myself. How great that would be.
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Post by SadistSecret on Mar 10, 2005 14:05:29 GMT -5
I wasn't going to ask about it, at least not now. That kind of question might shatter this moment; it's too great to shatter.
She backed off my neck turned my head, so it was straight, she looked right into my eyes. This seemed like forever. She broke the stillness by pulling me even close and then brought her lips to mine. In that moment, everything seemed to disappear, save ourselves. How great life had become. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity. My only thoughts were of her. She broke the kiss after a while. I looked her right in her eyes, and after a few seconds, brought my lips to hers, slipping my hands around her waist, but not below it. She followed suit. I dropped my left hand a few inches and she did the same, but instead she dropped her right. I backed into the wall, squishing her hand, but not to a painful extent. She took notice of this, and gave a little squeeze. So much fun!. I could do this all day, standing here, against the wall, kissing her. Once more, she broke it, and turned around so she was the one with her back to the wall, and holding my hand right where I put it. I took my free hand and slowly moved it up her back, skin on skin. She squirmed a little bit, but I could tell she liked it. "Ticklish?" I asked. "NO!" I knew by her tone that it was bullshit. "Yes you are," I said, followed by a bout of tickling. "See?" "Stop that!" She told me, trying to speak as she was being tickled. "But it's fun!" That got me a slap. It didn't hurt much, but the message came through. "Okay, fine, you win this time." "Good." With that one word, she once more kissed me, holding for a very long time. The dull tone of the bell reminded us where we were and where we needed to go. I grabbed her hand, and walked her to her class, quickly kissing her as she walked in through the door. I then ran for my own room, thinking of those moments.
Okay, that's all I got right now. Should I continue?
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Post by FierceLikeTiger on Mar 10, 2005 23:46:51 GMT -5
YES YES Continue!!!!
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Post by SadistSecret on Mar 11, 2005 0:50:07 GMT -5
I'll post more when I write a good 4 or 5 handwritten pages.
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Post by FierceLikeTiger on Mar 11, 2005 2:01:28 GMT -5
Promise? ;D
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Post by FierceLikeTiger on Mar 15, 2005 3:21:14 GMT -5
Write more! Now! That's an order! Okay...so not really...but I would like it if you did.
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Post by DarkNightmare on Mar 15, 2005 22:35:19 GMT -5
what ever happened to the stuff i write into that one and hey did i tell you i was writing a boo, i was wondering should i post it or not
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Post by SadistSecret on Mar 23, 2005 2:35:31 GMT -5
OK, this is the next part, the thing you've been waiting for! I'll post it in pieces...And yes, you should post your book that you're writing.
Chapter Two
My mind is still in the realm of my school day. I've been daydreaming of it all damn day. I keep kicking myself for forgetting to ask her out somewhere, like movie or something, but at least I got her number. She slipped it to me in a note that she just stuffed in my back pocket while she was passing me in the hall. Almost sounds like something I would do. I think I'm going to call her after a while. Maybe even set up a time and a place, wink wink. Yeah, I know, that sounds perverted, I didn't mean it like that, at least not yet.
I closed my journal and slipped it under my pillow, where my mother wouldn't look for it. She goes through every damn thing because of the way I am. She doesn't think I'm normal at all. Who is anymore? I can just imagine her wittering on about women and safe sex and all sorts of things. For the love of fucking Fate, mom, I've heard this a million times before! My thoughts centered on her again, and I looked around for my phone. Where the hell did I put it!? Damn cordless phone. Never can find the damn thing. I saw it under my pillow, right next to my journal. I feel stupid. I picked it up, and looking at the piece of paper, dialed her number. The phone rang twice before an answer. "Hello?" "Is --" My words were cut short." "Yeah, I'm here. i was wondering if you were going to call me tonight. I've been sitting by my phone for and hour or so." "Sorry about that, I had things to do. You know, like -- " "What's more important than me?" "Nothing, but they were things that I had to do before I could use the phone." "I'll buy it this time, but don't overuse it as an excuse." "OK, but yeah, what's up over there?" "I dunno I'm bored, and it's pretty hot over here." "With you in the room, I can imagine it would be" I heard a giggle from her end of the line. "Oh, stop that." "Why? You know you like it." "Yeah, I know, but I tease you, not you tease me." "Right." "Good." She missed the sarcasm. "So, I was wondering if maybe you'd want to go see a movie or something fun like that?" "When?" "I dunno, when's good for you?" "How about Saturday? We'll worry about a time later." "Sounds good to me. Remember what my car looks like?" "Yeah, it's a piece of shit car. Green, four doors, 'Hang up and drive' bumper sticker." "Yep. That's the one. So I'll see you Saturday?" "Yeah. I got to go, my dad's calling me for something." "Okay. Love you!" "Love you too" "Bye." Click. The I put my phone on the charger, and decided to go take a nap.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Post by FierceLikeTiger on Mar 27, 2005 22:25:30 GMT -5
More!
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Post by DarkNightmare on May 10, 2005 19:28:05 GMT -5
Hun the second part seems formiler except a few parts but ya i remember when we had that sprial and we were trying to right that was the first time we went out but hun you are so good at writing its unbeleive able.
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kpyro12002
Scribbles in the Dark
i know what you put in them brownies
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Post by kpyro12002 on May 31, 2005 20:40:53 GMT -5
tis wierd. don't know y just is, that i remeber readign the first part with meisha.
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Post by SadistSecret on May 31, 2005 22:44:14 GMT -5
Yeah, you did. You and Meisha were doing *cough, choke* history(....ugh, history) stuff and yeah you took it form me (like you do with everything else) and yeah...
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