Comfortable?A rustle of fabrics broke the peaceful silence of the bedroom as Cracky shifted her weight on the bed, rolling over to lie on her back. A soft red hue had suffused her features from just below eye level, down her cheeks and throat, spilling out onto her upper chest where the unbuttoned lapels of her blouse exposed supple skin.H have you ever done this before?Some distance away, Faux hesitated, her own clothing half-shed and in the process of unfastening her skirt. She turned slightly to one side, keeping her front from view while turning her head to look sidelong over one shoulder at her roommate.Actually, no. She gave a reassuring smile, just the slightest upward turn of her mouth. Im sure its not so difficult. I understand how, its just that Ive never put it into practice before.Whatever further comments Cracky had on the subject were silenced as the blue haired girl turned about fully to face her, the skirt slipping down off her hips in the process to pool around her feet. The gingers face coloured a fresh shade of crimson as she took in the sight of the all but naked figure in front of her. Her eyes followed that figure as Faux bent to slide the last of her undergarments, a simple wisp of blue fabric, down those long, slender legs. She swallowed.So h-how does it work anyway, she asked with a false tone of curiosity as the now completely nude girl walked towards the bed with Crackys body firmly in her sights.No answer was forthcoming. Faux stopped by the side of the bed and stood over her roommate, her eyes slowly wandering along the length of Crackys reclining form, the hint of a smile still lingering on her face. For just a moment, their eyes met and were caught, locked together, a silent pause stretching out between them.Lips parting to speak, a gasp escaped instead, and Cracky felt the heat growing in her face, delicate fingertips reaching easily through the thin fabric of her blouse to encircle her left nipple in a sensuous embrace. A pinch, and another sharp breath swallowed her words. A gentle twist, and suddenly she was writhing in place on the bed, issuing a soft keening sound as the sensation spiked through her breast and right up to her brain.Well, this is a good start.
Comfortable?
A rustle of fabrics broke the peaceful silence of the bedroom as Cracky shifted her weight on the bed, rolling over to lie on her back. A soft red hue had suffused her features from just below eye level, down her cheeks and throat, spilling out onto her upper chest where the unbuttoned lapels of her blouse exposed supple skin.
H have you ever done this before?
Some distance away, Faux hesitated, her own clothing half-shed and in the process of unfastening her skirt. She turned slightly to one side, keeping her front from view while turning her head to look sidelong over one shoulder at her roommate.
Actually, no. She gave a reassuring smile, just the slightest upward turn of her mouth. Im sure its not so difficult. I understand how, its just that Ive never put it into practice before.
Whatever further comments Cracky had on the subject were silenced as the blue haired girl turned about fully to face her, the skirt slipping down off her hips in the process to pool around her feet. The gingers face coloured a fresh shade of crimson as she took in the sight of the all but naked figure in front of her. Her eyes followed that figure as Faux bent to slide the last of her undergarments, a simple wisp of blue fabric, down those long, slender legs. She swallowed.
So h-how does it work anyway, she asked with a false tone of curiosity as the now completely nude girl walked towards the bed with Crackys body firmly in her sights.
No answer was forthcoming. Faux stopped by the side of the bed and stood over her roommate, her eyes slowly wandering along the length of Crackys reclining form, the hint of a smile still lingering on her face. For just a moment, their eyes met and were caught, locked together, a silent pause stretching out between them.
Lips parting to speak, a gasp escaped instead, and Cracky felt the heat growing in her face, delicate fingertips reaching easily through the thin fabric of her blouse to encircle her left nipple in a sensuous embrace. A pinch, and another sharp breath swallowed her words. A gentle twist, and suddenly she was writhing in place on the bed, issuing a soft keening sound as the sensation spiked through her breast and right up to her brain.
Well, this is a good start.
Now even the feeling of her own blouse was erotic, the thin fabric rubbing against her hardened nipples with every movement of her body. As if following some unheard command, Faux finally released her oral hold on her roommateâs neck and directed her attention further down towards the last few buttons holding Crackyâs blouse in place. Agile fingers loosened each in turn and slowly peeled back the material guarding Crackyâs breasts, letting the cool air in. Cracky drew a hissing breath as first a cold breeze and then warm air wafted against her erect nipples; Faux breathed softly over the right while her fingertips found the left and pinched gently. In return, Crackyâs fingernails left fine red lines on the smooth, silken skin of Fauxâs shoulders.Feather-light fingertips danced along Crackyâs body, tracing orgasmic patterns across the supple skin of her abdomen and lower, descending ever further towards the slack waist of her skirt. The fabric glided easily down her hips with just a slight tug. Too quick. Too easy. Too soon.âWait,â breathed the ginger in between silent pants. Again their eyes met for a moment and lingered. A hand reached trembling up to the face of her blue-haired lover, fingers curling to brush against the silken skin of her cheek, a fingertip wandering lightly across Fauxâs lips. âDonâtâ¦no rush.âThe nude girl kissed that finger and the rest in turn, then slid one carefully between her lips. Her tongue caressed that delicate digit as her own fingers stroked up and down along Crackyâs extended arm, following the curve of every muscle.âI want to rememberâ¦â
Now even the feeling of her own blouse was erotic, the thin fabric rubbing against her hardened nipples with every movement of her body. As if following some unheard command, Faux finally released her oral hold on her roommateâs neck and directed her attention further down towards the last few buttons holding Crackyâs blouse in place. Agile fingers loosened each in turn and slowly peeled back the material guarding Crackyâs breasts, letting the cool air in. Cracky drew a hissing breath as first a cold breeze and then warm air wafted against her erect nipples; Faux breathed softly over the right while her fingertips found the left and pinched gently. In return, Crackyâs fingernails left fine red lines on the smooth, silken skin of Fauxâs shoulders.
Feather-light fingertips danced along Crackyâs body, tracing orgasmic patterns across the supple skin of her abdomen and lower, descending ever further towards the slack waist of her skirt. The fabric glided easily down her hips with just a slight tug. Too quick. Too easy. Too soon.
âWait,â breathed the ginger in between silent pants. Again their eyes met for a moment and lingered. A hand reached trembling up to the face of her blue-haired lover, fingers curling to brush against the silken skin of her cheek, a fingertip wandering lightly across Fauxâs lips. âDonâtâ¦no rush.â
The nude girl kissed that finger and the rest in turn, then slid one carefully between her lips. Her tongue caressed that delicate digit as her own fingers stroked up and down along Crackyâs extended arm, following the curve of every muscle.
âI want to rememberâ¦â
Suddenly, silently, Faux was on her knees astride her roommate, the naked surface of her inner thighs rubbing against Crackyâs abdomen and her hands placed to either side of the gingerâs head. In turn, Cracky ensnared her fingers into the bobbed locks of blue velvet enshrouding her loverâs face and pulled the nude girl into another kiss, this time considerably more urgent than the last, and yet so soft and sweet just as before. A hot, tacky moisture pressed against the mound of her pelvis just above the apex of her thighs, grinding, flesh on flesh as Faux lowered herself until the contact between them was as complete as it could be. The blue-haired girl felt hot against the bare skin of her naked stomach, achingly rigid nipples crushed against Crackyâs own breasts bringing another half-whispered moan of sensation that Faux drank up with an eager tongue.âIâll never let you forget,â came the reply at last as they lay, nose to nose, bodies pressed together intimately with their hands enwound about one another, words breathed barely audible into Crackyâs left ear. âI promise.â Lips closed around that sensitive lobe and sucked.Sensations gradually blurred and melted into something warm and wonderful. Cracky let herself drown in it all; the perfectly sweet taste of her loverâs tongue, warm breath tickling at her tender skin, fingernails drawing invisible feather-light scratches down her arms and breasts, the warm, sticky feeling resting on the mound of her pubis lewdly spilling over her lower abdomen. Faux seemed to know every trick, how to stimulate every part of her in ways even she herself had not known, until a vibrant longing sang through her bones and made her skin tingle from head to toe.She had expected that slithering tongue to travel on downward as it had been so doing, down to the cloth that now felt so very insubstantial, and yet so stifling on her, concealing her most intimate parts from her loverâs gaze. But no, Faux had circled once, around the shallow indent of Crackyâs navel top to bottom and back again, and, with such slow and deliberate action that it seemed utterly lewd, her lips had hidden the false orifice from view in a passionate kiss. Her tongue had probed at that slight, narrow dip between the muscles of Crackyâs lower torso and brought a fresh wave of ecstasy all too readily voiced.That was when it turned from deliciously peculiar to sublimely weird.
Suddenly, silently, Faux was on her knees astride her roommate, the naked surface of her inner thighs rubbing against Crackyâs abdomen and her hands placed to either side of the gingerâs head. In turn, Cracky ensnared her fingers into the bobbed locks of blue velvet enshrouding her loverâs face and pulled the nude girl into another kiss, this time considerably more urgent than the last, and yet so soft and sweet just as before. A hot, tacky moisture pressed against the mound of her pelvis just above the apex of her thighs, grinding, flesh on flesh as Faux lowered herself until the contact between them was as complete as it could be. The blue-haired girl felt hot against the bare skin of her naked stomach, achingly rigid nipples crushed against Crackyâs own breasts bringing another half-whispered moan of sensation that Faux drank up with an eager tongue.
âIâll never let you forget,â came the reply at last as they lay, nose to nose, bodies pressed together intimately with their hands enwound about one another, words breathed barely audible into Crackyâs left ear. âI promise.â Lips closed around that sensitive lobe and sucked.
Sensations gradually blurred and melted into something warm and wonderful. Cracky let herself drown in it all; the perfectly sweet taste of her loverâs tongue, warm breath tickling at her tender skin, fingernails drawing invisible feather-light scratches down her arms and breasts, the warm, sticky feeling resting on the mound of her pubis lewdly spilling over her lower abdomen. Faux seemed to know every trick, how to stimulate every part of her in ways even she herself had not known, until a vibrant longing sang through her bones and made her skin tingle from head to toe.
She had expected that slithering tongue to travel on downward as it had been so doing, down to the cloth that now felt so very insubstantial, and yet so stifling on her, concealing her most intimate parts from her loverâs gaze. But no, Faux had circled once, around the shallow indent of Crackyâs navel top to bottom and back again, and, with such slow and deliberate action that it seemed utterly lewd, her lips had hidden the false orifice from view in a passionate kiss. Her tongue had probed at that slight, narrow dip between the muscles of Crackyâs lower torso and brought a fresh wave of ecstasy all too readily voiced.
That was when it turned from deliciously peculiar to sublimely weird.
Their eyes locked again in silence as Fauxâs tongue, now in plain sight, dove into that shallow false opening, wriggling in a most stimulating way. Her expression said something important, something Cracky failed to recognize at first, something that couldnât quite be put into words. Then her eyes turned down again, tongue withdrew, and she reached up to pin both of her ginger loverâs wrists against the bed above her head.Cracky watched, curious, then downright confused, as her roommate spat out a small glob of something gooey and pale blue that oozed down from the end of her tongue ever so slowly to land right in Crackyâs navel.A sharp heat at first followed by pain, drilling into her belly, and then something exploded inside her and every nerve in the knotted remnant of what had once been an umbilical came to life and started pulsing euphoria directly into her brain so hard that she almost passed out. The sensation flooded her mind with endorphins until the whole world was spinning around her before gradually dying away, leaving her twitching spasmodically from the aftershock.The intrusion of that probing tongue brought back the overpowering wave of pleasure as it teased and wormed its way into her navel, deeper than it should have surely, penetrating a hole that was not there.When Faux sharply sat up, releasing her loverâs wrists and rising up fully to her knees bestride the ginger, weird became very much insufficient to describe the situation. Cracky watched with rapt attention as the blue-haired girl, panting softly and thoroughly red faced, slid one hand down her own toned, slender abdomen. Those delicate, talented fingers spread apart the pale outer petals of her sex, displaying soaking pinkish-red flesh within. At the very apex of her labia, where the inner folds curved to form a small hood that Cracky recognized at once, something was happening.
Their eyes locked again in silence as Fauxâs tongue, now in plain sight, dove into that shallow false opening, wriggling in a most stimulating way. Her expression said something important, something Cracky failed to recognize at first, something that couldnât quite be put into words. Then her eyes turned down again, tongue withdrew, and she reached up to pin both of her ginger loverâs wrists against the bed above her head.
Cracky watched, curious, then downright confused, as her roommate spat out a small glob of something gooey and pale blue that oozed down from the end of her tongue ever so slowly to land right in Crackyâs navel.
A sharp heat at first followed by pain, drilling into her belly, and then something exploded inside her and every nerve in the knotted remnant of what had once been an umbilical came to life and started pulsing euphoria directly into her brain so hard that she almost passed out. The sensation flooded her mind with endorphins until the whole world was spinning around her before gradually dying away, leaving her twitching spasmodically from the aftershock.
The intrusion of that probing tongue brought back the overpowering wave of pleasure as it teased and wormed its way into her navel, deeper than it should have surely, penetrating a hole that was not there.
When Faux sharply sat up, releasing her loverâs wrists and rising up fully to her knees bestride the ginger, weird became very much insufficient to describe the situation. Cracky watched with rapt attention as the blue-haired girl, panting softly and thoroughly red faced, slid one hand down her own toned, slender abdomen. Those delicate, talented fingers spread apart the pale outer petals of her sex, displaying soaking pinkish-red flesh within. At the very apex of her labia, where the inner folds curved to form a small hood that Cracky recognized at once, something was happening.
Faux threw back her head with a tremulous gasp as that narrow hood was pushed upward by the emerging flesh. Like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube, that was how Cracky pictured it, extending from where would have been a clitoris until it was almost a foot long. It was thin, barely the width of a single finger, tipped in a narrow pointed bulb of pinkish flesh that spread open like a gasping mouth in the cool air, splitting into three triangular petals each with a forked tip, all of which flexed and waved with obvious dexterity. More came and retreated again, disguising the true size of the thing. At one point, it reached from the sopping cleft of Fauxâs sex right up her belly almost halfway to her breasts. The entire length would curl back on itself occasionally like a snake, prehensile and flexible to an incredible degree.âPlease,â came a quiet hiss from the blue-haired girl as she leaned over her roommate again, âtry to relax. This may sting a little.ââWâ¦what?âDown came that shroud of sky blue silken hair again, blocking out the rest of the room from Crackyâs field of view, however narrow it had already become. The smooth softness of her loverâs lips, that agile tongue teasing hers apart with ease, and then a taste. Something cool and sharp and fluid spilling onto her tongue and sliding back into her throat like melting ice cream, leaving a tingling sensation in her gums as it disappeared. She swallowed.Locked into another of those soft, fiery kisses, Cracky was oblivious until the feeling struck. That sinuous tendril of alien flesh slithered up her lower abdomen, leaving a sticky trail of moisture behind that warmed the young girlâs naked skin as it sank in. Round and around it curled like a spiral, lapping itself several times around the pit of Crackyâs stomach, winding closer every time, each coil leaking that dampness that seemed to burn right into her brain until the sheet between her thighs was soaked through. Finally, the pointed head of the thing reared up, flexing its fleshy mandibles like a predator, and dived right into Crackyâs navel.Her vision went white. Had she not had her mouth full at the time, the whole dorm would have heard the euphoric scream bursting from her lungs. She bit down to stifle the urge, and Faux seemed not to mind teeth on her extended tongue. If anything, the oddly simian girl let her weight rest on the gingerâs chest so she could take her young loverâs face in both palms and kissed her all the more deeply for her troubles.
Faux threw back her head with a tremulous gasp as that narrow hood was pushed upward by the emerging flesh. Like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube, that was how Cracky pictured it, extending from where would have been a clitoris until it was almost a foot long. It was thin, barely the width of a single finger, tipped in a narrow pointed bulb of pinkish flesh that spread open like a gasping mouth in the cool air, splitting into three triangular petals each with a forked tip, all of which flexed and waved with obvious dexterity. More came and retreated again, disguising the true size of the thing. At one point, it reached from the sopping cleft of Fauxâs sex right up her belly almost halfway to her breasts. The entire length would curl back on itself occasionally like a snake, prehensile and flexible to an incredible degree.
âPlease,â came a quiet hiss from the blue-haired girl as she leaned over her roommate again, âtry to relax. This may sting a little.â
âWâ¦what?â
Down came that shroud of sky blue silken hair again, blocking out the rest of the room from Crackyâs field of view, however narrow it had already become. The smooth softness of her loverâs lips, that agile tongue teasing hers apart with ease, and then a taste. Something cool and sharp and fluid spilling onto her tongue and sliding back into her throat like melting ice cream, leaving a tingling sensation in her gums as it disappeared. She swallowed.
Locked into another of those soft, fiery kisses, Cracky was oblivious until the feeling struck. That sinuous tendril of alien flesh slithered up her lower abdomen, leaving a sticky trail of moisture behind that warmed the young girlâs naked skin as it sank in. Round and around it curled like a spiral, lapping itself several times around the pit of Crackyâs stomach, winding closer every time, each coil leaking that dampness that seemed to burn right into her brain until the sheet between her thighs was soaked through. Finally, the pointed head of the thing reared up, flexing its fleshy mandibles like a predator, and dived right into Crackyâs navel.
Her vision went white. Had she not had her mouth full at the time, the whole dorm would have heard the euphoric scream bursting from her lungs. She bit down to stifle the urge, and Faux seemed not to mind teeth on her extended tongue. If anything, the oddly simian girl let her weight rest on the gingerâs chest so she could take her young loverâs face in both palms and kissed her all the more deeply for her troubles.
Impossibly, the bunched knot of umbilical gave way to the sudden invasion without incident or even a sign of blood. The brief flare of pain that darted through Crackyâs brain gave way to the same boiling, foaming ecstasy she had felt just a few moments ago at the tender mercies of whatever biological agent Faux had unleashed upon her. Whatever it was, the ginger thought to herself, it couldnât be so bad if it could make being stabbed through the belly feel so explosively orgasmic. So she threw herself into it wholeheartedly, leaving any rational concerns for later, and embraced the naked girl lain atop her with both arms.Presently, Faux muttered something unintelligible in the midst of another frantic, yet tender kiss. Fingernails bit at the flesh of her lower back, and she arched her back up with a yowl, her sweating face flushed hotly in the cool air of their shared bedroom. Cracky felt a ripple, and realised it wasnât her. Somehow, her insides could feel that invading tendril almost as clear and precisely as her over-sensitised skin, feel it wriggling about within her abdomen stroking and rubbing against things, nosing its way tentatively around inside. She felt it ripple as the pointed head touched what she recognized with an odd curiosity as her own uterus. She felt the tendril shudder, and then splay open, fingers working spasmodically. Felt it latch onto the curving outside wall of her womb like a leech, and then slide across the surface, leaving that same sticky residue wherever it touched. She could feel it sliding along further and further towards an unknown destinationâ¦Even that strange innervating fluid failed to bring sensation to some parts, but the sheer amount of stimulation generated by that coiled tendril resting on her belly, piercing her navel, massaging her insides was enough to lock Crackyâs brain into a thoughtless cycle of climactic release, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her body, resonating in every cell. Had she better command of her facilities, she might have thought to ask just what it was all about, but Faux seemed to be doing all in her power to ensure the poor English girl was so overwhelmed with sensation that she would be thinking of very little indeed for hours to come. Though from the look of it, red-faced and taught, back arching, muscles twitching and silent gasps of pleasure slipping from her tongue, the blue-haired girl was faring little better.Crackyâs perception began to blur when once more the sharpness of teeth prickled at her increasingly sensitive flesh. She was dimly aware, in the midst of a blue-white haze of euphoria that raged inside her mind like a hurricane of sexual ecstasy, of her cosplaying loverâs perfect ivory fangs pecking at the cherry pink skin ringing her left nipple. Again and again, Faux kissed the gingersâs open mouth with that same tender passion, pouring out her lust to melt on Crackyâs tongue and fill the pit of her stomach with erotic tension. The taste, the heat, the scent of lust that swam in her nostrils, the very feeling of a slick, sweaty body pressed against her drove sobbing yowls of pleasure from her throat that echoed around the room. Soon her ears were ringing with both the sounds and the rush of blood to her head, and her voice was a shuddering whisper, and still she called out over and over to the figure hovering above her.It was all she could do to stay focused on Fauxâs face; hair like a curtain of night, ivory skin glowing in the dim light, those mesmerizing sapphire eyes glowing down at her with an exhilarating hunger or ferocious intent.A shrill cry cut through the sounds of flesh on flesh, the squelching, the obscenely fluid noises of that squirming tendril burrowing its way into Crackyâs abdomen. Faux arched sharply and tossed back her head in convulsive fashion, her hair flailing all around her, bucking like a wild mare with her thighs gripping powerfully on Crackyâs waist, almost forcing the young girlâs breath from her lungs. Her hips drove forward, up off the gingerâs stomach, the sleek muscles in her thighs visibly tightening with the strain, buttocks trembling. Insensate, her fingernails dug sharp red lines on Crackyâs breasts, bringing a sudden yelp amidst the panting, moaning chorus of sex. Cracky could only lift her head a little, still disoriented by the overwhelming bursts of endorphins continually saturating her brain, enough to see and feel something clear and sticky leaping out in several narrow bursts from the strange girlâs loins, jetting out to trail in long lines from Crackyâs belly right to her forehead.
Impossibly, the bunched knot of umbilical gave way to the sudden invasion without incident or even a sign of blood. The brief flare of pain that darted through Crackyâs brain gave way to the same boiling, foaming ecstasy she had felt just a few moments ago at the tender mercies of whatever biological agent Faux had unleashed upon her. Whatever it was, the ginger thought to herself, it couldnât be so bad if it could make being stabbed through the belly feel so explosively orgasmic. So she threw herself into it wholeheartedly, leaving any rational concerns for later, and embraced the naked girl lain atop her with both arms.
Presently, Faux muttered something unintelligible in the midst of another frantic, yet tender kiss. Fingernails bit at the flesh of her lower back, and she arched her back up with a yowl, her sweating face flushed hotly in the cool air of their shared bedroom. Cracky felt a ripple, and realised it wasnât her. Somehow, her insides could feel that invading tendril almost as clear and precisely as her over-sensitised skin, feel it wriggling about within her abdomen stroking and rubbing against things, nosing its way tentatively around inside. She felt it ripple as the pointed head touched what she recognized with an odd curiosity as her own uterus. She felt the tendril shudder, and then splay open, fingers working spasmodically. Felt it latch onto the curving outside wall of her womb like a leech, and then slide across the surface, leaving that same sticky residue wherever it touched. She could feel it sliding along further and further towards an unknown destinationâ¦
Even that strange innervating fluid failed to bring sensation to some parts, but the sheer amount of stimulation generated by that coiled tendril resting on her belly, piercing her navel, massaging her insides was enough to lock Crackyâs brain into a thoughtless cycle of climactic release, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her body, resonating in every cell. Had she better command of her facilities, she might have thought to ask just what it was all about, but Faux seemed to be doing all in her power to ensure the poor English girl was so overwhelmed with sensation that she would be thinking of very little indeed for hours to come. Though from the look of it, red-faced and taught, back arching, muscles twitching and silent gasps of pleasure slipping from her tongue, the blue-haired girl was faring little better.
Crackyâs perception began to blur when once more the sharpness of teeth prickled at her increasingly sensitive flesh. She was dimly aware, in the midst of a blue-white haze of euphoria that raged inside her mind like a hurricane of sexual ecstasy, of her cosplaying loverâs perfect ivory fangs pecking at the cherry pink skin ringing her left nipple. Again and again, Faux kissed the gingersâs open mouth with that same tender passion, pouring out her lust to melt on Crackyâs tongue and fill the pit of her stomach with erotic tension. The taste, the heat, the scent of lust that swam in her nostrils, the very feeling of a slick, sweaty body pressed against her drove sobbing yowls of pleasure from her throat that echoed around the room. Soon her ears were ringing with both the sounds and the rush of blood to her head, and her voice was a shuddering whisper, and still she called out over and over to the figure hovering above her.
It was all she could do to stay focused on Fauxâs face; hair like a curtain of night, ivory skin glowing in the dim light, those mesmerizing sapphire eyes glowing down at her with an exhilarating hunger or ferocious intent.
A shrill cry cut through the sounds of flesh on flesh, the squelching, the obscenely fluid noises of that squirming tendril burrowing its way into Crackyâs abdomen. Faux arched sharply and tossed back her head in convulsive fashion, her hair flailing all around her, bucking like a wild mare with her thighs gripping powerfully on Crackyâs waist, almost forcing the young girlâs breath from her lungs. Her hips drove forward, up off the gingerâs stomach, the sleek muscles in her thighs visibly tightening with the strain, buttocks trembling. Insensate, her fingernails dug sharp red lines on Crackyâs breasts, bringing a sudden yelp amidst the panting, moaning chorus of sex. Cracky could only lift her head a little, still disoriented by the overwhelming bursts of endorphins continually saturating her brain, enough to see and feel something clear and sticky leaping out in several narrow bursts from the strange girlâs loins, jetting out to trail in long lines from Crackyâs belly right to her forehead.
Then, just as suddenly, Faux fell in a crumpled heap still straddling her roommateâs pelvis, wallowing on her back between Crackyâs parted thighs and panting heavily like someone half-drowned. The fleshy tendril joining the two girls bodily came free of Crackyâs navel with a wet pop, its petals spread wide, an almost painfully stimulating sensation. Cracky, gasping, gave a squeal that became a hiccup in her throat and made her whole body jump.Soaking, the bed sheet clung to the naked skin of her back and arms as she sprawled in lazy satisfaction. Her body from head to toe was drenched, hot, sticky, and thoroughly worn out. When she finally put her weight on her elbows, she was met with a similar sight.Faux lay splayed out on the bed much the same. A thin layer of perspiration caused her pristine ivory skin to shimmer like liquid silver in the pale, dim light. Her arms were arrayed to either side carelessly, only her legs were wrapped tightly about her dear roommateâs hips; that wonderful feeling of warm, slippery flesh pressed together brought a self-conscious smile to Crackyâs lips. Down there, where a slip of white cotton still concealed her most intimate treasures, Faux in return was on full display, her thighs parted enough to let the English girl see the soft, pinkish red folds of flesh that now dripped with the same gel-like secretion she had expelled with such force a moment ago. From the apex of Fauxâs sex, there was the strange tendril itself, still waving about restlessly if a little disoriented in its motions, wafting about like a flower in the breeze with its makeshift mouth spread agape.Her face was flushed so perfectly, the tint of warm crimson in those silvery cheeks, and her silken hair was plastered to her brow with sweat in such erotic disarray. Her breath heaved audibly from her lungs, panting for oxygen, such that her chest rose and fell pronouncedly as to emphasise further her nudity, her slight breasts shifting back and forth.Slowly she looked up, met her young loverâs gaze in return, and the soft redness of her face became darker to Crackyâs quiet amusement. Faux turned her face away, but there would be none of that. A gentle, sweaty hand cupped her cheek, turning her head so that Cracky could see those haunting blue-grey eyes that glowed with some inner fluorescence. She stared for a long while indeed, just panting softly, letting the ripples of post-orgasmic release wash over her. She smiled to the exotically beautiful girl lying there exhausted in front of her, and felt something warming in the bottom of her chest when Fauxâs perfect lips smiled back at her with all the self-conscious joy of a ten year old.
Then, just as suddenly, Faux fell in a crumpled heap still straddling her roommateâs pelvis, wallowing on her back between Crackyâs parted thighs and panting heavily like someone half-drowned. The fleshy tendril joining the two girls bodily came free of Crackyâs navel with a wet pop, its petals spread wide, an almost painfully stimulating sensation. Cracky, gasping, gave a squeal that became a hiccup in her throat and made her whole body jump.
Soaking, the bed sheet clung to the naked skin of her back and arms as she sprawled in lazy satisfaction. Her body from head to toe was drenched, hot, sticky, and thoroughly worn out. When she finally put her weight on her elbows, she was met with a similar sight.
Faux lay splayed out on the bed much the same. A thin layer of perspiration caused her pristine ivory skin to shimmer like liquid silver in the pale, dim light. Her arms were arrayed to either side carelessly, only her legs were wrapped tightly about her dear roommateâs hips; that wonderful feeling of warm, slippery flesh pressed together brought a self-conscious smile to Crackyâs lips. Down there, where a slip of white cotton still concealed her most intimate treasures, Faux in return was on full display, her thighs parted enough to let the English girl see the soft, pinkish red folds of flesh that now dripped with the same gel-like secretion she had expelled with such force a moment ago. From the apex of Fauxâs sex, there was the strange tendril itself, still waving about restlessly if a little disoriented in its motions, wafting about like a flower in the breeze with its makeshift mouth spread agape.
Her face was flushed so perfectly, the tint of warm crimson in those silvery cheeks, and her silken hair was plastered to her brow with sweat in such erotic disarray. Her breath heaved audibly from her lungs, panting for oxygen, such that her chest rose and fell pronouncedly as to emphasise further her nudity, her slight breasts shifting back and forth.
Slowly she looked up, met her young loverâs gaze in return, and the soft redness of her face became darker to Crackyâs quiet amusement. Faux turned her face away, but there would be none of that. A gentle, sweaty hand cupped her cheek, turning her head so that Cracky could see those haunting blue-grey eyes that glowed with some inner fluorescence. She stared for a long while indeed, just panting softly, letting the ripples of post-orgasmic release wash over her. She smiled to the exotically beautiful girl lying there exhausted in front of her, and felt something warming in the bottom of her chest when Fauxâs perfect lips smiled back at her with all the self-conscious joy of a ten year old.
âBeautiful,â whispered the ginger, her eyes still watching her loverâs own. Scarlet spread from cheek to chin and down Fauxâs pale throat in reply, her smile turned to a most embarrassed expression as she tried to turn her head away again and was stopped by another hand. Cracky cupped her bedmateâs face in her palms just as she had felt moments before and, wordlessly, she leaned down to kiss those soft, sweet lips again.On Crackyâs terms, each kiss was slow and soft and lingering, still the same heartfelt warmth and tender passion that flowed between them for a brief second, but without the urgency of Fauxâs earlier actions. Once she finally coaxed the blue-haired girl to wrap her arms about her neck and return the gesture herself, the result was sublime.They kissed. Once, twice, or a million times, Cracky wasnât keeping count. The sudden rush of blood to her brain made everything feel all light and tingly. The feeling in the pit of her stomach had become a gentle fluttering that slowly rose up through her chest, as if bursting to escape, her heart felt like a flock of butterflies behind her ribs.Her hands slowly slipped down from Fauxâs face, fingers tracing the perfect contours of her loveâs jaw and neck down to her collar. She took the spent girl by her shoulders and lifted her up against her own chest, clutching Faux to her affectionately. In reply, arms around her neck tightened briefly before reaching around her awkwardly, one under one over her own, and Faux squeezed herself tight to the gingerâs front, clinging as if in desperation.Again they kissed, this time Cracky couldnât say who kissed who, but the tightness refused to lessen. Something rang out to her in that moment, a nameless something, she felt herself tightening her own hold on the naked, perfect body in her arms. She did so, and Faux made a soft sound, muffled into the kiss, but her grasp slackened marginally. When they finally broke apart for just a moment, Cracky saw that light, that hypnotic blue in blue of the American girlâs true eyes, and in it an endless warmth and hopeful acceptance where there had been before only passion, wild and urgent, and perhaps even fear.âBeautifulâ¦âNow that flickering light shone back at her with a wonderful intensity, a shimmering cerulean fire set against the warm crimson of Fauxâs pale cheeks. All the same, for a moment Cracky thought she might pull away from the sudden embrace. Almost subconsciously, she held that ivory figure even tighter against herself, as if willing her to remain.âDonâtâ¦â Cracky was surprised to hear her own voice break the silence. A tightness in her throat, the heat of moisture in her eyes seemed like nothing to the warm, contented feeling in her chest. âDonât leave.âThe reaction surprised her all the more. Fingernails pressed at her bare shoulder blades, arms tight around her, Faux pressed herself against the ginger girl with desperate longing.âI canât,â she replied quietly, still panting. âI wonât. Not ever. I swearâ¦âAgain their eyes found one another so easily. It felt like the most natural thing to just sit there on the ruined sheets and hold this perfect girl in her arms and just let herself stare into those deep blue eyes for as long as she could. Words may fail her now, but those eyes told her everything. Cracky only took one hand from her loveâs body to brush her fingers against one perfect cheek, wishing for a second that she could say the same herself with such ease. Fauxâs lip quivered slightly, as if trembling on the edge of a revelation.âLia,â whispered the English girl.The fire broke. For an instant, Cracky was shocked by what she saw hidden behind it in those perfect crystal-blue eyes. Then the stalker girl was kissing her again, and again and again, and all she could think of was how good it felt.
âBeautiful,â whispered the ginger, her eyes still watching her loverâs own. Scarlet spread from cheek to chin and down Fauxâs pale throat in reply, her smile turned to a most embarrassed expression as she tried to turn her head away again and was stopped by another hand. Cracky cupped her bedmateâs face in her palms just as she had felt moments before and, wordlessly, she leaned down to kiss those soft, sweet lips again.
On Crackyâs terms, each kiss was slow and soft and lingering, still the same heartfelt warmth and tender passion that flowed between them for a brief second, but without the urgency of Fauxâs earlier actions. Once she finally coaxed the blue-haired girl to wrap her arms about her neck and return the gesture herself, the result was sublime.
They kissed. Once, twice, or a million times, Cracky wasnât keeping count. The sudden rush of blood to her brain made everything feel all light and tingly. The feeling in the pit of her stomach had become a gentle fluttering that slowly rose up through her chest, as if bursting to escape, her heart felt like a flock of butterflies behind her ribs.
Her hands slowly slipped down from Fauxâs face, fingers tracing the perfect contours of her loveâs jaw and neck down to her collar. She took the spent girl by her shoulders and lifted her up against her own chest, clutching Faux to her affectionately. In reply, arms around her neck tightened briefly before reaching around her awkwardly, one under one over her own, and Faux squeezed herself tight to the gingerâs front, clinging as if in desperation.
Again they kissed, this time Cracky couldnât say who kissed who, but the tightness refused to lessen. Something rang out to her in that moment, a nameless something, she felt herself tightening her own hold on the naked, perfect body in her arms. She did so, and Faux made a soft sound, muffled into the kiss, but her grasp slackened marginally. When they finally broke apart for just a moment, Cracky saw that light, that hypnotic blue in blue of the American girlâs true eyes, and in it an endless warmth and hopeful acceptance where there had been before only passion, wild and urgent, and perhaps even fear.
âBeautifulâ¦â
Now that flickering light shone back at her with a wonderful intensity, a shimmering cerulean fire set against the warm crimson of Fauxâs pale cheeks. All the same, for a moment Cracky thought she might pull away from the sudden embrace. Almost subconsciously, she held that ivory figure even tighter against herself, as if willing her to remain.
âDonâtâ¦â Cracky was surprised to hear her own voice break the silence. A tightness in her throat, the heat of moisture in her eyes seemed like nothing to the warm, contented feeling in her chest. âDonât leave.â
The reaction surprised her all the more. Fingernails pressed at her bare shoulder blades, arms tight around her, Faux pressed herself against the ginger girl with desperate longing.
âI canât,â she replied quietly, still panting. âI wonât. Not ever. I swearâ¦â
Again their eyes found one another so easily. It felt like the most natural thing to just sit there on the ruined sheets and hold this perfect girl in her arms and just let herself stare into those deep blue eyes for as long as she could. Words may fail her now, but those eyes told her everything. Cracky only took one hand from her loveâs body to brush her fingers against one perfect cheek, wishing for a second that she could say the same herself with such ease. Fauxâs lip quivered slightly, as if trembling on the edge of a revelation.
âLia,â whispered the English girl.
The fire broke. For an instant, Cracky was shocked by what she saw hidden behind it in those perfect crystal-blue eyes. Then the stalker girl was kissing her again, and again and again, and all she could think of was how good it felt.
You edited a Blue Drop copypasta?
>>10>>11Win.
>>10>>11
Win.
Cracky drew Faux close against the dank dimness of their private room."Faux?" she asked."Just call me Jewels," the older girl replied.Cracky smiled back. "Alright... Jewels. Do you think I'm cute?""Yeah," she said, blushing hotly. A feeling she had never felt before built down below."Like... cute enough to kiss?""As in... cute enough to do other things with?""No." Cracky's expression shattered as she devolved into tears.Faux reached down with one hand, bringing Cracky's head up to face her own. "But there's something that could make you that way.""What, what is it?" Cracky-chan sniffled."This." The razor blade slid through her throat quickly and cleanly and a red torrent gushed from the wound. Cracky's mouth gaped open and closed several times, like a fish, her eyes wide and uncomprehending, before she collapsed slowly to the ground. A pool of crimson spread around her corpse."'Sup, 4chan," the older girl mumbled. "Now, let's get down to business."She pulled off the clingy Gundam costume but did not let go of the razor..
Cracky drew Faux close against the dank dimness of their private room.
"Faux?" she asked.
"Just call me Jewels," the older girl replied.
Cracky smiled back. "Alright... Jewels. Do you think I'm cute?"
"Yeah," she said, blushing hotly. A feeling she had never felt before built down below.
"Like... cute enough to kiss?"
"As in... cute enough to do other things with?"
"No." Cracky's expression shattered as she devolved into tears.
Faux reached down with one hand, bringing Cracky's head up to face her own. "But there's something that could make you that way."
"What, what is it?" Cracky-chan sniffled.
"This." The razor blade slid through her throat quickly and cleanly and a red torrent gushed from the wound. Cracky's mouth gaped open and closed several times, like a fish, her eyes wide and uncomprehending, before she collapsed slowly to the ground. A pool of crimson spread around her corpse.
"'Sup, 4chan," the older girl mumbled. "Now, let's get down to business."
She pulled off the clingy Gundam costume but did not let go of the razor..
clingy XD?
Isn't http://195.242.99.71/faux/kareha.pl/1196403621/ Justhttp://195.242.99.71/crackypedia/fanfics.htm
Isn't http://195.242.99.71/faux/kareha.pl/1196403621/
Justhttp://195.242.99.71/crackypedia/fanfics.htm
Beautiful, whispered the ginger, her eyes still watching her lovers own. Scarlet spread from cheek to chin and down Fauxs pale throat in reply, her smile turned to a most embarrassed expression as she tried to turn her head away again and was stopped by another hand. Cracky cupped her bedmates face in her palms just as she had felt moments before and, wordlessly, she leaned down to kiss those soft, sweet lips again.On Crackys terms, each kiss was slow and soft and lingering, still the same heartfelt warmth and tender passion that flowed between them for a brief second, but without the urgency of Fauxs earlier actions. Once she finally coaxed the blue-haired girl to wrap her arms about her neck and return the gesture herself, the result was sublime.They kissed. Once, twice, or a million times, Cracky wasnt keeping count. The sudden rush of blood to her brain made everything feel all light and tingly. The feeling in the pit of her stomach had become a gentle fluttering that slowly rose up through her chest, as if bursting to escape, her heart felt like a flock of butterflies behind her ribs.Her hands slowly slipped down from Fauxs face, fingers tracing the perfect contours of her loves jaw and neck down to her collar. She took the spent girl by her shoulders and lifted her up against her own chest, clutching Faux to her affectionately. In reply, arms around her neck tightened briefly before reaching around her awkwardly, one under one over her own, and Faux squeezed herself tight to the gingers front, clinging as if in desperation.Again they kissed, this time Cracky couldnt say who kissed who, but the tightness refused to lessen. Something rang out to her in that moment, a nameless something, she felt herself tightening her own hold on the naked, perfect body in her arms. She did so, and Faux made a soft sound, muffled into the kiss, but her grasp slackened marginally. When they finally broke apart for just a moment, Cracky saw that light, that hypnotic blue in blue of the American girls true eyes, and in it an endless warmth and hopeful acceptance where there had been before only passion, wild and urgent, and perhaps even fear.Beautiful Now that flickering light shone back at her with a wonderful intensity, a shimmering cerulean fire set against the warm crimson of Fauxs pale cheeks. All the same, for a moment Cracky thought she might pull away from the sudden embrace. Almost subconsciously, she held that ivory figure even tighter against herself, as if willing her to remain.Dont Cracky was surprised to hear her own voice break the silence. A tightness in her throat, the heat of moisture in her eyes seemed like nothing to the warm, contented feeling in her chest. Dont leave.The reaction surprised her all the more. Fingernails pressed at her bare shoulder blades, arms tight around her, Faux pressed herself against the ginger girl with desperate longing.I cant, she replied quietly, still panting. I wont. Not ever. I swear Again their eyes found one another so easily. It felt like the most natural thing to just sit there on the ruined sheets and hold this perfect girl in her arms and just let herself stare into those deep blue eyes for as long as she could. Words may fail her now, but those eyes told her everything. Cracky only took one hand from her loves body to brush her fingers against one perfect cheek, wishing for a second that she could say the same herself with such ease. Fauxs lip quivered slightly, as if trembling on the edge of a revelation.Lia, whispered the English girl.The fire broke. For an instant, Cracky was shocked by what she saw hidden behind it in those perfect crystal-blue eyes. Then the stalker girl was kissing her again, and again and again, and all she could think of was how good it felt.
Beautiful, whispered the ginger, her eyes still watching her lovers own. Scarlet spread from cheek to chin and down Fauxs pale throat in reply, her smile turned to a most embarrassed expression as she tried to turn her head away again and was stopped by another hand. Cracky cupped her bedmates face in her palms just as she had felt moments before and, wordlessly, she leaned down to kiss those soft, sweet lips again.
On Crackys terms, each kiss was slow and soft and lingering, still the same heartfelt warmth and tender passion that flowed between them for a brief second, but without the urgency of Fauxs earlier actions. Once she finally coaxed the blue-haired girl to wrap her arms about her neck and return the gesture herself, the result was sublime.
They kissed. Once, twice, or a million times, Cracky wasnt keeping count. The sudden rush of blood to her brain made everything feel all light and tingly. The feeling in the pit of her stomach had become a gentle fluttering that slowly rose up through her chest, as if bursting to escape, her heart felt like a flock of butterflies behind her ribs.
Her hands slowly slipped down from Fauxs face, fingers tracing the perfect contours of her loves jaw and neck down to her collar. She took the spent girl by her shoulders and lifted her up against her own chest, clutching Faux to her affectionately. In reply, arms around her neck tightened briefly before reaching around her awkwardly, one under one over her own, and Faux squeezed herself tight to the gingers front, clinging as if in desperation.
Again they kissed, this time Cracky couldnt say who kissed who, but the tightness refused to lessen. Something rang out to her in that moment, a nameless something, she felt herself tightening her own hold on the naked, perfect body in her arms. She did so, and Faux made a soft sound, muffled into the kiss, but her grasp slackened marginally. When they finally broke apart for just a moment, Cracky saw that light, that hypnotic blue in blue of the American girls true eyes, and in it an endless warmth and hopeful acceptance where there had been before only passion, wild and urgent, and perhaps even fear.
Beautiful
Now that flickering light shone back at her with a wonderful intensity, a shimmering cerulean fire set against the warm crimson of Fauxs pale cheeks. All the same, for a moment Cracky thought she might pull away from the sudden embrace. Almost subconsciously, she held that ivory figure even tighter against herself, as if willing her to remain.
Dont Cracky was surprised to hear her own voice break the silence. A tightness in her throat, the heat of moisture in her eyes seemed like nothing to the warm, contented feeling in her chest. Dont leave.
I cant, she replied quietly, still panting. I wont. Not ever. I swear
Again their eyes found one another so easily. It felt like the most natural thing to just sit there on the ruined sheets and hold this perfect girl in her arms and just let herself stare into those deep blue eyes for as long as she could. Words may fail her now, but those eyes told her everything. Cracky only took one hand from her loves body to brush her fingers against one perfect cheek, wishing for a second that she could say the same herself with such ease. Fauxs lip quivered slightly, as if trembling on the edge of a revelation.
Lia, whispered the English girl.
"Well, how do you know whether or not you really love something? By seeing whether or not you'd miss it if it was gone. And I just can't tell whether I love the world or the people in it--so, I figure I'll just blow 'em all to smithereens and see how it affects me. Perfectly reasonable, right?"Faux blinked. "Have you ever had sex?"Bill blinked. "I have never had the opportunity to exercise the faculties of the body in regards to reproduction; the chance has simply never presented itself, and--and...and..."His words drifted into the air as his eyes drifted over Faux's hands, which were one by one going down her shirt, unbuttoning it down, down, down. Bill swallowed hard as she pulled her shirt apart; she wore a light blue bra with flower-patterns stitched into the cups.It started like a stampede, from far off; Bill's body started to tremble, and his eyes went wide, and blood shot from his brain to his pelvis at a speed that would have been comfortable on the Autobahn."Are you all right?" Faux started to say. But as soon as she'd got the first two words out, Bill jumped forward in a clumsy kiss that knocked their teeth together, one hand on her hip, and another slipping under the left cup of her bra."Jesus! Your hands are freezing!" she said, pulling them away. "Gimme a damn minute to get myself adjusted, would you?"Bill didn't hear her. His ears were ringing; his heart was racing; and his instincts were ganging up on his intellect like cavemen emerging from the dark with spears and nets to take down the great mammoth. And they were definitely winning.Faux pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra, shrugging it off in a way that made Bill's heart beat doubletime. She stood up and unhooked her skirt and let it fall in a small black heap at the ground."Your panties match your bra my God that is so hot I can't believe this holy lord God Christ in heaven my God you are so beautiful just let me--"He rose with his hands out, as though to grab her chest. She put a foot out and planted it into his chest, pushing him back down onto the couch."You're going way too fast," she told him. "Take your time--that's what makes it so fun!" She leaned forward, putting her hands on his knees. (The mammoth was pierced, and falling into the snow...) Her breasts, unconstrained by the bra, drooped forward and swung slightly back and forth over his pelvis. (And now the leader of the cavemen was climbing its back with a jagged stone knife in hand, ready to make the fatal slash...)She pulled his knees together and sat down in his lap. She put her hands on his shoulders, leaned in close against him, her lips close to his ear, her breasts warm and soft against his chest: "Touch me," she whispered. (And now the leader of the cavemen had made the savage cut, and the mammoth was down, and now it was right for the taking....)He leaned forward in something that was just shy of a tackle, pressing his lips against hers, hands on her hips, pulling her closer and closer to him. They fell to the floor, he atop her; she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off to the ground."Nice jockies," she said, and stripped him of those, too.They were a tangle of legs, arms, hips and lips; shouts, moans and the occasional dirty word. When it was over and the both of them were spent, Faux sat atop him, looking down with what Bill was sure must have been the "glow" he had read about in certain magazines as a young man."You know," he said, heart hammering in his chest, breath ragged, "I think, in all the world...if there were just the one thing I'd miss, it'd be THAT.""Yeah, I'm pretty good," Faux said, and winked down at him.
"Well, how do you know whether or not you really love something? By seeing whether or not you'd miss it if it was gone. And I just can't tell whether I love the world or the people in it--so, I figure I'll just blow 'em all to smithereens and see how it affects me. Perfectly reasonable, right?"
Faux blinked. "Have you ever had sex?"
Bill blinked. "I have never had the opportunity to exercise the faculties of the body in regards to reproduction; the chance has simply never presented itself, and--and...and..."
His words drifted into the air as his eyes drifted over Faux's hands, which were one by one going down her shirt, unbuttoning it down, down, down. Bill swallowed hard as she pulled her shirt apart; she wore a light blue bra with flower-patterns stitched into the cups.
It started like a stampede, from far off; Bill's body started to tremble, and his eyes went wide, and blood shot from his brain to his pelvis at a speed that would have been comfortable on the Autobahn.
"Are you all right?" Faux started to say. But as soon as she'd got the first two words out, Bill jumped forward in a clumsy kiss that knocked their teeth together, one hand on her hip, and another slipping under the left cup of her bra.
"Jesus! Your hands are freezing!" she said, pulling them away. "Gimme a damn minute to get myself adjusted, would you?"
Bill didn't hear her. His ears were ringing; his heart was racing; and his instincts were ganging up on his intellect like cavemen emerging from the dark with spears and nets to take down the great mammoth. And they were definitely winning.
Faux pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra, shrugging it off in a way that made Bill's heart beat doubletime. She stood up and unhooked her skirt and let it fall in a small black heap at the ground.
"Your panties match your bra my God that is so hot I can't believe this holy lord God Christ in heaven my God you are so beautiful just let me--"
He rose with his hands out, as though to grab her chest. She put a foot out and planted it into his chest, pushing him back down onto the couch.
"You're going way too fast," she told him. "Take your time--that's what makes it so fun!" She leaned forward, putting her hands on his knees. (The mammoth was pierced, and falling into the snow...) Her breasts, unconstrained by the bra, drooped forward and swung slightly back and forth over his pelvis. (And now the leader of the cavemen was climbing its back with a jagged stone knife in hand, ready to make the fatal slash...)
She pulled his knees together and sat down in his lap. She put her hands on his shoulders, leaned in close against him, her lips close to his ear, her breasts warm and soft against his chest: "Touch me," she whispered. (And now the leader of the cavemen had made the savage cut, and the mammoth was down, and now it was right for the taking....)
He leaned forward in something that was just shy of a tackle, pressing his lips against hers, hands on her hips, pulling her closer and closer to him. They fell to the floor, he atop her; she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off to the ground.
"Nice jockies," she said, and stripped him of those, too.
They were a tangle of legs, arms, hips and lips; shouts, moans and the occasional dirty word. When it was over and the both of them were spent, Faux sat atop him, looking down with what Bill was sure must have been the "glow" he had read about in certain magazines as a young man.
"You know," he said, heart hammering in his chest, breath ragged, "I think, in all the world...if there were just the one thing I'd miss, it'd be THAT."
"Yeah, I'm pretty good," Faux said, and winked down at him.
Do you know who is cuter than Cracky? Scottish Chan!
See also : http://pix.jj.am/gallery/v/Chans/Scottish/
brb, chopping cock off.
You know what I like about this thread?The lack of scarring and jam. That's a real feature in a camwhore.
You know what I like about this thread?
The lack of scarring and jam. That's a real feature in a camwhore.
>>30hmmm... I don't like what I'm feeling right now...
>>30
hmmm... I don't like what I'm feeling right now...
>>30 the candy raver look is so incredibly tacky
Scotland: leading the way in heart disease and camwhores!
>>30I'd fap furiously but I can't sustain an erection. And my carpal tunnel syndrome is acting up.
Cute, am i rite?
Mmm...venison. Best venison I ever had was in the Apuan Alps at a still active 15th century hunting chateau.Mindless carnivory aside: Fallow Deer are very cute. How far away were you when the picture was taken?
Mmm...venison. Best venison I ever had was in the Apuan Alps at a still active 15th century hunting chateau.
Mindless carnivory aside: Fallow Deer are very cute. How far away were you when the picture was taken?
Well this was an exciting thread.
PROTIP: you're the only one left.
>>4Competing for Stupidest Statement of the Day, I see?
>>5I won for, like, the next three days.
>>5
I won for, like, the next three days.
>>6/golfclap
More faux-cracky
>>118 but the trip is correct.
How many people know my trip?Honestly it would take less then a day to crack Jewels tripalso you aren't faux either
How many people know my trip?
Honestly it would take less then a day to crack Jewels trip
also you aren't faux either
A metric assload of people know your trip, lol.
whoops forgot my pic
>>127You also forgot to GTFO.Could you use the older pic next time, please? It's much more flattering. Thanks. ^_^
>>127
You also forgot to GTFO.
Could you use the older pic next time, please? It's much more flattering. Thanks. ^_^
>>125 I am a collective identity.
oh hai guyz i fixt my ip
>>127Hey moonmeal, what's on the other side of that paper? I see a sqaure.
>>131A picture of John Entwistle, if I remember correctly.Chances are it's that anyway.
>>132
This is my final form
>>6He is a pretty good mod, in my experience. He is the one person I trust to manage shit when I am non compo mentis.
>>6 baseless
I didn't know stuff needed to be modded around here...
>>9Well then obviously you need to shut the fuck up. there is more going on here then your newfag bitch ass could ever possibly understand
>>10sure.
>>10Mysterious!
>>8Smoke a bucket of cocks.
fuck youStop biting my rhymesIf said rhymes are bit, please maintain a standard and don't turn them into shit
>>13http://bagofdicks.com/
>>15Well, my e-diagnosis is that you're a self-loathing moron with an inferiority complex who craves the acceptance and adoration of others as an authority figure
Lift trucks
CAT made my boots.
then maybe some cats are in order.
hah, it's even saturday. Truly there are no coincidences. The Sky Queen sees all.
the first cat picture I encountered out of a huge archive. I ought to take the SQ out to a wild night in Vegas at some point.
root of all evil
>>6he thats my cat ^^
>>6
he thats my cat ^^
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