Romance @ MindSay 
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Scene: its night time, we are walking in a forest area, heading back to a wedding we attended. We needed to get air. You just wrapped your jacket around my shoulders, because I was getting chilly...
"I dread going back to that house" I say in a tired sigh. "The pain will only last a couple of more hours" you replay back reassuringly. I stop walking; I look in to your hazel eyes. "Kiss me?" You hold my face in both your hands, "gladly" you respond before you gently kiss my lips. I linked my arms around your neck pulling you in closer, wanting to taste you, all of you. I nudge your bottom lip with my top lip; lick your top lip with the tip of my tongue, tasting the salt on your lips. You slowly move your hand to the back of my head, pulling on my hair that is wrapped between your fingers. I let out a quiet moan. You put your tongue in my mouth and I massage it with mine, you go to pull back, but as you do I suck on your warm tongue tasting the last bit of Champaign you just drank twenty minutes before our walk. You push me up against a tree, pulling down the top of my dress exposing my breasts; your mouth crushes down on them. You gently tug and pull on them with your teeth, your sucking sensation leaving me breathless. I pull myself together and push your back to a tree, taking your mouth with mine again.
I grab your already hard manhood in my hand rubbing it over top of your pants; I can feel it already pulsing with each rub. I undo your zipper and button exposing your hard throbbing appendage. I stroke it with my hand. As I kneel down, I kiss you over top your shirt until I get to the end and put your hard cock in my mouth licking it like a melting ice cream, sucking the sides, sliding it up and down my hot wet tongue, and then finally engulfing it in my mouth. You taste so good. I look up at you to see if you are enjoying it. You take the back of my head with your hand and go along with the motions.
After a couple more licks, slurps, and sucks you lay me down on the forest floor. You slowly pull off my mesh panties; you lay next to me and start kissing me rubbing your fingers over my hot sweet spot. I start to wiggle and giggle when you start playing with my clit. you tease my mouth with your tongue as you lick and caress my lips. I moan. You start making your way down, sucking and kissing my body. You flick my clit with your tongue as you slide your finger in and out of me. I push and pull your head to me. You circle my steaming pussy with your tongue, giving it one more rub with your hand before you crush my mouth with a kiss, letting me taste myself. Oh so sweet.
You slide your cock in to me. I wince for it has been a while since I've been with a man. It's tight at first, until my walls start molding itself to the shape of your member with each thrust, your reading me like an open book. I grab at your back, moaning your name, lost in ecstasy from your movements. I slide you off of me so I can sit on your hard cock. I glide you in me slowly, your hands on my thighs I grind you to where you’re pushing and pulling me down to you, you can't figure out what you want.
The feeling feels magical. We lose control and reach our peek together. I claps beside you in the moonlight. Both breathing heavy. We look at each other and laugh. closing our eyes and listening to the music in the distance.
I didn't like him anyway. I know it wasn't you who pushed me away from everyone else on there, but you know exactly how I feel about the entire group. I barely even talk to you now - why the fuck do you message me for the first time in weeks (btw, you totally forgot about my 18th birthday last week, and Lisa remembered, you didn't) - just to tell me that your long-distance boyfriend has just left?
It would have been mean of me to say that I hope it was the last time he left and he never came back - you're a fucking idiot for having a long distance romance - where's the fucking connection?
Oh yeah, that's right - it's a fucking MODEM connection.
What's the point? You can't hug, you can't kiss and you can't even hear or see each other - you've been "dating" online for how long? Absolute retards.
I don't message people for the first time in months just to let them know I've finished having sex with my girlfriend. Why would I do that? You wouldn't care - and I certainly don't give a shit about your love life - or make that, online conversations.
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TIME VANISHED
Seriously!
Shelly and I have discussed today and neither of us have any idea what the fuck happened to the nine hours we spent together.
We didn't even play Guitar Hero or anything!
We've established that we spent around an hour on Facebook and Farmville - and around an hour cooking our meal and eating it - but fuck knows what happened to the other seven hours.
Regardless - I've really enjoyed today.
I've felt so close to my special girlfriend Shelly.
I was cuddled up to her on my bed for a lot of the time - kissing her and talking.
After the argument we had yesterday, it took us around 25 minutes to talk it over and come to a conclusion - whereby we forgave each other and made up properly.
I was scared about it last night, I thought it would end up us splitting up our relationship - and I'm glad that wasn't the case. :)
Fair enough, we had quite a lot of sex today - but surely, we can't have spent SEVEN HOURS doing it?
Amongst the things we tried out today - Shelly repeated what she did to me in March, but was a lot more intimate and involved. I fucking loved it - and I repaid her the best way I know how. :D
If only my dad hadn't been in. :)
I have a problem - if I HAVE to be silent - I devote so much concentration to actually keeping myself quiet, I can't enjoy what she's doing to me as much.Sucks. :(
Dad (who, by the way, is the person mentioned in my last post who best understands me) decided we should take a break during work to check out the garage sale down the street. We did, but it was just the standard crap. I mean, come one, people! You wouldn't have to have these useless garage sales/yard sales that no one buys from if you didn't spend all your money on hideous items that you don't need!
. . .
After lunch, I went to a party with my girlfriends. I generally hate parties, but they're fun if I'm with my closest friends, as I was today. It was just a few of us.
First, we watched "Silent Hill," which is a horror movie that would have been creepy if it had been dark out. It was still fun, especially since my friend's little brother started watching Spongebob during a dramatic moment.
Then I played Wii tennis against another friend. I failed, not surprisingly-- these things do require a certain amount of hand-eye. And now my arm hurts.
I often find myself wondering why I am so uncoordinated. I have trouble walking like a normal human being, since I trip over my feet and flat surfaces. I don't trust myself with sharp objects. I spill beverages. Hell, I tried to hug my boyfriend last year and we bumped noses (which I believe was equally his fault, but still makes me cringe).
On that note, I would like to address the issue of boys.
I had a boyfriend for several months, after being friends with him for a long time. He was and is very cool, and we had a real connection, but I preferred being friends. I told him this, which led to excessive drama, and I now know that relationships in middle school do not work. What I think of high school relationships remains to be seen.
Now, I am not ugly. I know that I am kind, understanding, and intuitive. I like boys a lot. However, I have recently come to the conclusion that I am not the kind of girl most boys would want to date. This is for two main reasons:
1. I am not "sexy."
2. I am not romantic.
To briefly address Reason #1, I do not possess the sexual confidence to fall under that general category. I'm not saying that no one will ever be attracted to me, but it may take a while to find men who are.
As for #2, I know that most girls are excited by the idea of having a boy say, "you mean the everything to me," or something along those lines. I find this stupid. If I am in a romantic relationship, I want to hear something that I can believe is true. Saying that I am the only thing he cares about is a lie. He has friends and relatives, causes, joys, plenty of other things in his life to be thankful for, to value. I would rather just hear, "I love you," "I think you're beautiful," or "I'm glad I met you." Don't tell me I'm more beautiful than the sun. It's embarrassing.
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Blog #96
Challenges, Cola & Cuddles
I had one of those mornings where you keep waking up and forcing yourself to go back to sleep to kill time today.
I woke up at HALF SEVEN - WHAT THE FUCK MATE.
Then I fell asleep again, got woken up by Shelly texting me at about half 9.
Then I tried going to sleep again - and I eventually got up at half 11.
I had nothing to do, I just wanted it to be 12 so Shelly could be here.
Even so, she didn't get here until quarter to 1.
Before she arrived, I ate cheesy hotdogs and a strawberry shortcake Muller Corner.
My word, those white shortcake balls are lush. They're crunchy, but really soft.
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I was really restless and agitated waiting for Shelly - so went downstairs and watched some of the Cannibal Corpse 'Centuries Of Torment' DVD that Paul - mam's friend - bought me a year ago.
I haven't actually gotten around to watching it yet...
But now I've seen a little of it, I might watch the rest when I get a few hours spare.
(I always have hours spare, but I waste them... I must stop doing that.)
Shelly came when I'd been watching it for around 20 minutes.
I turned on the Hammer Smashed Face live performance and we sat on the sofa together and made out.
LMFAO, THE FIRST TIME I MAKE OUT TO A SONG, AND IT'S CANNIBAL CORPSE.
P-M-S-L!
I have a few songs I'd like to have sex to...
- Crazy On You - Heart
- Ivory Tower - Blackmore's Night
- Morning Star - Blackmore's Night
- Ghost Of A Rose - Blackmore's Night
- Shadow Of The Moon - Blackmore's Night
- Fires At Midnight - Blackmore's Night
- Polaris - Ash
- Our Truth - Lacuna Coil
Pmsl, in general - I WANT TO HAVE SEX TO BLACKMORE'S NIGHT!
They be a very sexy band. :)
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Our sex session today lasted for aproximatley 2 hours. :)
Shelly is starting to learn when she's taken teasing me a little too far.
It turns me on for the first 15 minutes, but go any longer than that and it pisses me off.
This is the first time we've been securley alone for quite a while - so we got naked. :)
I gave her a lot of attention, and she gave me a fair bit.
Today, I tied her up.
She said she isn't too comfortable with being tied up, unless she's relaxed and she really trusts the person. I know she trusts me - some of the things she's let me do, she's not ever let anyone else do to her.
It feels weird being dominant - I do enjoy it, but I'd still choose dominated over dominating. :)
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Sex is thirsty work, and seeing as how I've spent the entire week drinking dilutable orange juice out of flavoured liquid desparation - I scraped together a few pound coins, and Shelly and I went for a walk to ASDA.
Cherry Coke and Coca-Cola were on offer - 2 litres for £1 each.
Which is fucking mint - in college, it's £1 for 500ml. In most shops, it's 89p for 500ml.
(Home Bargains is out of the question - 45p for 500ml - which still makes ASDA cheaper on this one. :D)
I also bought some cheese & onion Pom-Bears.
They were beside the spicy Transform-A-Snack - which I was tempted by, but I'd thought of Pom-Bears first, so I went with my original choice. Shelly hasn't tried T-A-S either, so I decided not to risk it.
There were chavs in front of us at the till.
They were drinking Cherry Coke they'd got from the fridges beside.
I hate people who eat things before they pay for them - it's dodgy as fuck.
I also predicted and told Shelly my prediction - that their little bratty bastard child was going to make off with one of the gift cards - and he did.
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We returned, ate junk food - Oreos, chocolate bars, Pom-Bears and Coke.
Then we turned to Guitar Hero: World Tour.
We played a few songs - getting scores on songs that didn't have any, and beating old scores that only had 4 stars.
How the fuck did Ash and Shelly manage to only get 4 stars on What I've Done on Expert?
I must've been singing it - but Shelly and I managed to beat that score without the addition of the vocalist.
I did get 100% like, so that probably contributed.
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After mam came back - she agreed to do me some fried eggs.
Last night she declined my request and that pissed me off.
Shelly said she'd have made me some, but I managed to get my mam to.
And even then, her "hard yolks" are as hard as fucking sponge.
(Bad comparision. I can't really make 'hard' comparisons without phallic references, and we can do without those.)
Shelly had spaghetti on toast - and I was sat beside her for about 15 minutes waiting for her to finish them.
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We returned upstairs and returned to the sex. :)
I stripped Shelly from the waist down and she laid in my bed.
She masturbated and I licked her out - to the point where she finally came.
I only got a little in my mouth though - it dripped down my chin more than anything.
Shelly says the more sugarry food you eat, the sweeter your cum tastes - be you male or female.
If that's true - and if you use Shelly and myself as examples - that's fucking mint.
I eat a lot more sugarry stuff than she does - and she does say my cum is sweeter than hers.
I do agree.
Apparently, eating pineapple makes it sweeter too - and she'd eaten pineapple the day before.
I agree with that statement too.
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We returned to Guitar Hero shortly afterwards - a tactical aversion.
We're mint at timing and not getting caught though.
This is one of the times that our creaky stairs come in useful.
They're shit for sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night - but they're good for sensing when people are lurking about.
Shelly challenged me - she said I'd never be able to do Hey Man, Nice Shot on Expert bass.
At first, I was dubious myself, knowing how badly Ash fails at it on Hard.
But then I realised, when I reached the dodgy part that destroys Ash - it's actually not that hard.
I ended up with 97% - and I screwed Shelly over. :)
She was actually impressed with something I'd done on Guitar Hero.
The last time that happened was when I got 4 stars on La Bamba, Expert lead.
I think I could get 100% if I concentrate.
It's not that difficult - you just really need to be precise on some parts.
I think I may try that one day.
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Then she challenged me again - this time I really didn't think I could do it.
B.Y.O.B. on Expert lead.
But lmfao - I did do it.
Only 3 stars, only 150,000 points - but I still did it!
Shelly's face was fucking priceless when she saw me clear it.
I was only ever in the red at one point too.
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She spoke to me on MSN after she'd gone home.
We were discussing emotional matters.
Here's a snippet that is quite significant to me and the way we currently feel about each other:
▀▄▀▄▀ ┌♥┘●๋•michelle●๋•┌♥┘▀▄▀▄▀ (on gh:wt) says:
just think if i had of moved away :'(
Der-Metzgermeister says:
I know, how shit would that have been.
Der-Metzgermeister says:
Today wouldn't have happened.
▀▄▀▄▀ ┌♥┘●๋•michelle●๋•┌♥┘▀▄▀▄▀ (on gh:wt) says:
i love u 2 much 2loose u
Der-Metzgermeister says:
Same to you darl.
Der-Metzgermeister says:
I'd have proper cried.
Der-Metzgermeister says:
Imagine, we'd have never played World Tour again.
Der-Metzgermeister says:
You'd have never kissed me again.
Der-Metzgermeister says:
We'd never have a group hug with me you and Ash again.
Der-Metzgermeister says:
Eee fucking hell, I'm so glad you didn't go.
Der-Metzgermeister says:
I love you.
▀▄▀▄▀ ┌♥┘●๋•michelle●๋•┌♥┘▀▄▀▄▀ (on gh:wt) says:
u mean so much to me
Der-Metzgermeister says:
Same to you darl.
▀▄▀▄▀ ┌♥┘●๋•michelle●๋•┌♥┘▀▄▀▄▀ (on gh:wt) says:
can u tell i love u
Der-Metzgermeister says:
I can.
▀▄▀▄▀ ┌♥┘●๋•michelle●๋•┌♥┘▀▄▀▄▀ (on gh:wt) says:
gd i am glad
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When I went to sleep, my bed smelt like her.
It was very comforting. :)
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