We have moved to liber-et-spes! It’s been a wonderful year on this blog, but I really needed a fresh start. Thank you for your time.
[ So apparently a lock down drill means sitting out in the bleachers in the foot ball field??? ]
I might archive this blog and make a new one. Idk I just wanna change rules and set stuff up and just…have a fresh start. Nobody cares, but I do.
I feel very terrible and unwanted on this blog and idk if anyone really wants me here
I wonder if it’s true
I wonder if it’s finally time to go? I only bother everyone on here anyway
Maybe it’s time to finally leave this blog and maybe just give up on life
Maggie snorted and ran her fingers through his hair. “You’re such an idiot…I know you’re tired, but you could at least spare some time to talk with me.” Even though she said that, she laughed and kissed his forehead before curling up against him and falling asleep herself.
Moans of pleasure escaped her lips with each and every thrust, and soon enough she was digging her nails into his back and curling her toes in pure pleasure. Everything was perfect, and she never wanted the night to end.
And writhe she did. Ever lick, kiss, and nip sent a shock through her. At one point she had to let go of his hair so she could cover her mouth. If he were to ask why, she’d admit she was embarrassed by the moans she was making.
Basically, you’re doing a fantastic job, Spike.
She couldn’t help but laugh at how he was behaving; it was honestly terribly cute. Maggie almost couldn’t handle it when his lips brushed against her lower ones, so she reached out and lightly tugged his hair.
He smiled and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek even as his hands kept working on her hair. “No problem.”
Maggie just stayed there, relishing in the proximity of her fiance. “You know what…I could probably braid your hair if you wanted.” Maggie no.
“I…” Hearing him admit this made her heart throb painfully in her chest, so Maggie just held onto him tightly. “I’ll always love you, alright?” She kissed his forehead.
Of course, the heartfelt moment ended when he leaned in towards her panties, and her heart felt as if it was about to explode. “I want you…I want you to eat me out.”
He didn’t reply to her irritated response, staring at the carpet now instead of at her. Why couldn’t she understand him? Because of course he’s the victim here. That’s obviously what is going on.
“I haven’t been drinkin’ too much!” He retorted, still not looking at her. “I just drink, I drink fine.” At her next words though, he did look up, his eyes wide with hurt but his brow slightly creased in anger. “So that means you don love me… you did but you don’t….”
“I do. I love you so much it hurts,” she mumbled. “I hate seeing you like this. I just want you to be happy again.” Her body shook as she rose, and she made her way towards her room. “I’ll be in bed if you need me.”
On instinct her arms wound around his neck and she kissed him back. There was no doubt that they’d be bruised tomorrow, but she could care less. Seeing him act with this much passion was rare, and it excited her.
“I promise I won’t.”
It’s finals week and someone’s a little stressed. Someone come over and distract her.
If she had to do this with anyone but Spike, she’d probably freak the fuck out. He was one of the few people she trusted to see her like this, and that won’t change anytime soon.
“Nah,” she said after pulling back. “I just try my best for you.” She laughed as she leaned back in and kissed up his shaft.
”This is myself…” He grumbled, closing his eyes again. “I dunno what yer… you don know….” The young man rambled as he laid on the carpet, his usually soft hair tangled and scraggly. He constantly denied anything was even wrong.
After a few moments, his eyes fluttered open again, and he studied her as best as he could in his drunken state. “Were you… cry…crying?” His eyes were wide and innocent as he looked up at her, his voice soft and gentle. He almost looked like he did when they were in middle school for a second.
It didn’t last long though. When she told him not to drink the next day he immediately got defensive. “Why not?” There was a scowl on his face now, his brow creased in irritation as he looked at her. “I donunderstand why yer so upset… There’s nuffin wrong with me…!”
“No it’s not,” she hissed, fighting back her tears and anger. Yelling wouldn’t solve anything, so for now she’d keep her emotions tucked away under lock and key to prevent an argument.
She didn’t answer him, instead focusing her attention on the wall. “…you’ve been drinking too much, Gray. You’re changing. The man I fell in love with…he’s gone,” she mumbled. “I just want to help you, that’s all.”