Post by laine electra vlahakis on May 26, 2010 15:03:41 GMT -5
( hey, soul sister )
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[/color][/size]Laine wasn’t the type of person to let guys into her apartment. It wasn’t it and even though she didn’t do it, she was now. Presley was a friend of hers but to be honest, she didn’t really know him all that well. Sure, she knew all the things she had heard but not much from his own mouth except all the times she had heard him speaking to mae about how hot she was or how much they wanted in each other’s pants. Just by that, she could tell he was nothing more than a man whore, and laine loved man whores. Not for the reasons most girls did, but for her own sadistic reasons. Most girls like them because they were slick and had a way with words that just turned most females on, but not her. She liked not giving it up to man whores, because they got extremely frustrat4ed and were very persistent. Laine never gave in, but she did love to tease. Loved to get a guy so worked up over her and then just pretend like she didn’t know why they were. It was a little talent she had that pissed most guys off, but made them want her that much more.
Laine was in no way a whore. She had only had sex with one person and that was over six months ago. It was a relationship that she thought would last forever, but of course it hadn’t. Even though it was a long relationship, it didn’t really affect her. They broke up on a good not, it just frustrated her that she had to find that one person once again and risk getting her heart broken. So, instead she did innocent things like cuddling and didn’t get into that gushy stuff that everyone always talked about. Love had done so much harm for her parents and she didn’t want that to happen to her as well. She was not ready to deal with love drama and just wanted to live her life for now. Presley seemed to be the same kind of person. He really didn’t seem like the relationship kind of guy and laine was fine with that. What she wasn’t fine with was his constant need for sex. Some people thought they needed it to survive, and she really didn’t understand why. Sure, it was enjoyable but they risks were high and she never felt like dealing with them. Presley was one of those people that loved it a lot. Sad for him though, he wasn’t getting it from her, no matter how hard he tried, and oh he tried. She had invited him to come over and watch movies and order take out, and he had accepted. She was bored and hungry and he was interesting. He always had something to talk about it and she loved it. Plus, he was an amazing cuddler and that was a huge thing for her. Cuddling was like her favorite in the world to do. She really didn’t care if it was with a girl or a guy, but it was great.
Even though laine was never really worried about her appearance, she did want to look decent. So, she jumped in the shower quickly before he showed up and washed her body and hair. Laine loved her hair. It was the longest now than it had ever been, and she loved it. She loved that she could just let her hair be free and not do anything with it. It normally waved just like she wanted and she could thank her mother for that. Her mother had always had the most beautiful hair, and laine had inherited that. People loved just running their fingers through it because of the fact that it was so soft and long and appealing. She took pride in it. After washing up, she got out and dried off, wrapping the towel around her as she heard a ring of her door bell and jumped. ’damnit’ she thought, brushing her hair quickly, making sure she looked semi-decent the towel still wrapped around her, and walked to the door. Laine opened it and saw presley standing there. “why hello, I just got out of the shower, sorry. Come in and I’ll put some clothes on.” She smiled, knowing he probably would love if she didn’t.
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( the way you move ain't fair, you know )[/font]
( tag ) breebabby<3/presex
( words ) seven four five
( notes ) ILY
( music ) yur mum
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color]