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Post by makla. on Jun 29, 2006 22:43:11 GMT -5
don't you think makla would remember sephy and jay? or was it when she was drunk the past was erased, and created a present, well it would soon haunt her. makla pressed against mitch by now, her leg would repeat the gentle rub up and down. makla's free hand seemed to spazz when it felt the other leave, but her hand founds its place against mitch's cheek as she still began to make out with him- this wasn't a motherly act at all.
the chills started, oh the neck- her sensitive spot, and then she felt him slide his hand past her shoulders, another chill- but they all were good ones. makla paused for a moment, and her eyes opened to the dimmed light and she stared at mitch for a second, a smile- so drunken, appeared. why must she do all the leading? hm
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Post by blakey // on Jun 29, 2006 23:09:19 GMT -5
Her hands were cold, but damp from sweat at the same time. He shivered feeling her hand on his cheek. His kiss became a bit more intense as her leg moved again. He pushed up against the wall feeling his knees begin to give out again and pushed himself back up again with a small grunt.
As she paused Mitch opened his eyes and leaned his head back, taking a beath. He looked back down at her with dark eyes. He grinned at her and kissed her nose lightly, freeing his second hand
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Post by makla. on Jun 29, 2006 23:20:38 GMT -5
being cold- makla was close enough to being considered an anemic. makla noticed the knees affect she was giving him, not really, but she knew it might be smarted to not stand up. the kiss for her wasn't enough, but she'd let him try to take control- if he wanted.
an all cutesy smile came on her face, and she crinkled it and giggled. oh the tequila in her system was naughty as the victim. her hand fell to her lap for a second and she took a breathe- it was pretty hott in this section of the building, hey why not take the clothes off. makla's hands took the bottom of her shirt and she lifted up and over her head, only her black lace bra was showing now
you know i don't just have to lead this
makla grinned, and her finger tips threw her shirt on the ground- big mistake. the hip bones, and the ribs were showing immensely. her finger tips soon pranced up his chest until she let them touch his lips and she leaned up and a gentle peck. come on mitch, let the drunk side try to become more dangerous
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Post by blakey // on Jun 29, 2006 23:39:19 GMT -5
Mitch let his head fall back against the wall, exhaling. Suprsingly this was all new to him. Mitch could easily have been 'the player' type of kid, running around going to parties and getting tons of girls. He certainly had the perfect persona for it. But good 'ol Jess saved him from that. From age 14 all he had was her- there was on insiddent with another girl but Jessicka kicked his ass for that one. Then when he got back to the states the poor kid had been heartbroken. This was his first real action in a log time and he felt slightly overwhelmed.
He glanced down as her shirt came away. He had that stupid smirk on his face of course. His hand, one traveled up, pulling her close, kissing her again. The other went around her, his hand on her back. Mitch ddint see but felt the difference. It was almost too dark to see anyways. But he did feel it. He pulled away and looked down at her, confused. Stpid drunk didnt know bones when he felt them
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Post by makla. on Jun 29, 2006 23:45:18 GMT -5
makla was known for partying, and having fun. she never let someone stop her, she'd drink, she'd do whatever to make other happy, and she earned the respect of a whore. alcohol and drugs were her friends- she use to love her cocaine and weed, but then Jay came into the picture and makla lost it.
makla felt his hands, and they were cold- it felt good though, warm and cold mixing, twas good enough. makla's lips pressed against his and she was waiting for him to go on but she felt him pull away- her eyes opened quickly and she looked up at him. what the fuck.
what's wrong?
makla wasn't liking no action, she didn't care if he pulled away, her small palm rested on his cheek again and she kissed his lips. what was stopping him? makla was giving herself away easily, did she need to do more? her free hand fell to her side and she touched his stomach gently, and then she rubbed close enough to his crotch
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Post by blakey // on Jun 29, 2006 23:58:48 GMT -5
She wasnt giving in. What had he gotten himself into? Mitch humored her with one more kiss but it was half hearted and there wasnt any drive behind it. He wasnt nearly as drunk as her either. Mitch looked up toward the ceiling and blinked, straining to see in the darkness. He looked back down at her. Yourrr sick He stumbled over the words but he got them out at least. Hey Mitch drunk is smarter than Blake when he's sober- but then again Blake didnt see feel the actual ribs on Makla. He looked her in the eye, thier forheads touching. Mitch shook his head gently, feeling her hand travel downward Nooo Makla..
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Post by makla. on Jun 30, 2006 0:20:10 GMT -5
uhh fuck, did she just make a mistake? one that was fatal to her being, and her secretive. that kiss wasn't anything, makla was stumbling to words sick? what was he talking about, her speech was slurred and stumbling to just come out- not good.
what are you talking about, i'm not sick. do you see me puking yet do you?
makla's head jerked back from his, no longer was she leaning forehead to forehead. her hand did stop but it was close enough. what was wrong? seriously, she wasn't sick at all.
what? don't you want any..
but then it stopped her free hand that was about to grab his hand, fell to her side and she felt the bone- her drunk self didn't realize it but if she were sober enough, makla would be smiling she had her success.
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