lisabeth
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Posted by RumiLyes I did. everything I write here is mine, unless I state it so.
Lisa, you wrote this?

Posted by lisabethur8It's nice Lisa 😄Posted by RumiLyes I did. everything I write here is mine, unless I state it so.
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Posted by RumiLhaha.... I wouldn't call it "nice" 😛Posted by lisabethur8It's nice Lisa 😄Posted by RumiLyes I did. everything I write here is mine, unless I state it so.
Lisa, you wrote this?
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Posted by lisabethur8Well.. *zips lips* 😛 You write well, Lisa!Posted by RumiLhaha.... I wouldn't call it "nice" 😛Posted by lisabethur8It's nice Lisa 😄Posted by RumiLyes I did. everything I write here is mine, unless I state it so.
Lisa, you wrote this?
but I can write NICE stuff too. and super sweet.
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Posted by Admiralhaha 😆
Bullshit! First times are akward asf and the probally messes up which hole!
This poem is pure fiction!
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They took to nodding, maybe a little hey, oh yeah, see you later, we’ll catch up on old times, that kind of thing. The bottles of beer were littered on the living room floor, and it wasn’t as if they were the messy sorts, on the contrary. They would excuse their behavior as having too much the night before. Watching a game on his brand new plasma, and every minute, every hour, the clock ticked, and the mention of a porn stash was produced.
It wasn’t as if they’ve never had sex before, because it was something that was not even mentioned between them. And in the middle of the night, they’d take turns between the kissing, sucking, breathing, fingers finding the hardened skin warm; the sweat-slicked heat between their bodies, strong hands gripping a thigh, an ankle, pushed down, allowing penetration.
Flashes from the plasma TV--expensive-looking against the bare walls--flickered onto the shiny-chrome furniture, the hardwood sleekness of the bed frame. She was, too tomboyish, if not for her sweet-looking face. Her body curved just so. But her attitude, he couldn't get over it.. But here he was. again.
Drunk, fucked up, whatever, it didn’t matter because they were rolling with the pace.
When it was done, they hadn’t even finished. They would take turns, one had the other ankle, high above while moving, slow, this time to slide in; the wet heat of their natural lubricant slicking their noisy fuck.
She felt for an instant that he kissed a little too rough.
Another thing, she felt that he was incredibly possessive, taking a little more than he gave; but that’s all right, all right…
She smiled.
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edit -- for some hot and sexy imagery. lol