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"I want you". Your words like icey water trickling down my neck; with a slight groan I repeat you, emphasising the "you". I twist and turn my body to face yours, our chests touching lightly, our hands embraced in a tight grip. "I need you", I whisper; my words carassing your ear, sending chills through your body ( Read more... )

It is two fourteen in the morning. Drugs seem dreamy. Sex seems wonderful. I feel so horrible. Love is such a terrible, disgusting thing. It's beautiful at the same time. Don't you ever wonder if people think of you that way? She's so ugly, but she's kind of cute in that slutsy sort of way. Slutsy? What does that even mean. My train of thought is ( Read more... )