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Thread: Opening a new chapter (Fre&poisonedxkisses)

She smiled and let out a soft squeak. She thought that him running his fingers along her skin was too much, but as soon as the soft skin from his lips touched her neck she could barely handle it. Her eyes closed and she pressed her back against his chest, her hands clenching into fists. He was the first person to kiss her anywhere besides her cheek and she never thought it would send her entire body on alert. Mars... I like that. she said softly.
Thread: Opening a new chapter (Fre&poisonedxkisses)

Drake sighed as he felt her press up against him as he kissed and nipped at her neck. He smiled and ran his hands along her arms until his hands found hers. He just shook his head and whispered to her again. Relax, and let your body guide you. He smiled as she mentioned the nickname. Mars it is then. He looked up and saw Vikki starring at them which made him laugh slightly. Why don't we move to somewhere more, private. He kissed her neck again then gently got her off his lap then stood up letting out a deep breath to focus himself and stay balanced.
Thread: Opening a new chapter (Fre&poisonedxkisses)

Mariska stood up, trying to keep herself balanced. She had never felt the buzz that she felt now and it was almost impossible to stand up straight. She smiled at him and brushed her hair out of her face, waiting for him to lead the way. She couldn't believe one of the hottest guys she ever met wanted her. Reason tried screaming at her to turn and run, but the weed in her system told her to go ahead and feel the pleasures of being with someone.
Thread: Opening a new chapter (Fre&poisonedxkisses)

Drake chuckled and wrapped his arm around Mariska's waist as he led her out of the room. Vikki watched with amusement then looked at Mike and they both smirked at each other. Even high they both knew exactly what he was like with girls so they knew Mariska was in for lot of surprises. Drake stopped and turned to her with both his arms around her waist he pulled her against him as he leaned down and smiled at her. Lets dance Mars, I want to see how you move. The music was much louder in this room and other people where dancing in groups or by themselves. He started to grin against her slowly then started to speed up as the song got faster.
Thread: Opening a new chapter (Fre&poisonedxkisses)

She stood there, not really sure if she would be any good. She looked at him and decided to just go with the music and if he laughed she could deal with it later. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started dancing, the song changing to 'Sexting'. She smiled as she heard one of her favorite bands, moving closer to him and grinding against him hoping she wasn't making a complete fool of herself.
Thread: Opening a new chapter (Fre&poisonedxkisses)

Drake heard the song change and laughed when Mariska started dancing harder and faster to it. Drake bent his head and started to kiss her neck again. Before he had been gently when he nipped so that he would not scare her off but the compilation of the song, the weed and how she was grind her body against him helped his loose his in-habitations. He started to bite at her neck not hard enough to leave marks but still hard enough for her to definitely feel it. After he bit a few different spot he started nipping and kissing up the side of her neck until he was just below her ear. I wanna fuck you hard, I wanna feel you deep. He did not sing but he stayed with the beat as he spoke. He kept grinding with her as he waited to see what she would do. He always wanted to find out what people would do on their own.
Thread: Opening a new chapter (Fre&poisonedxkisses)

She moaned softly as he started to kiss her neck again. She continued grinding, her common sense thrown right out of the window. When he began biting her neck she licked her lips and moaned again. She continued dancing, loving each touch of his lips on her body. When he started to say the words to the song she smiled playfully. I wanna rock your body, wanna taste your sweet. she said back, wrapping her arms around his neck, moving her mouth to his ear and nibbling his earlobe gently. She looked into his eyes and smirked.
Thread: Opening a new chapter (Fre&poisonedxkisses)

Drake smirked back at her with glint in his eyes that was not there before. He ran his hand up her back until his fingers slipped into her hair as he closed the space between them and kissed her. As he kissed her he scratched his nails down the back of her neck. When he broke the kiss he let his reached down and picked up his bag before taking Mariska's hand. Lets go try something else Mars. i think you will like this. He smiled to himself as he wondered how far he could push her.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

He says hi. And sorry about letting DRP down. Apparently he got really fucking busy or something. Didn't talk much, but I have his new number. Told me to get a hold of him sometime. I'm pretty sure he was drunk, though... He reaked of alcohol and had a girl supporting him when I saw him.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Um, who cares?
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Somebody does? He did have a fan base in DRP.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Then why not ask him to come here? Besides, it'll do him some good with a change of venue and whatnot.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

I dunno. He lives in the same apartment complex as me. I'll get a hold of him sometime and see if he's interested. I am just kinda curious as to what he's been up to other than drinking. He disappeared fucking quick.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

From what I gather, he's on YouTube as NarpyTheCrimeDog. Not much is known about that, I'm afraid to say.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

BlisteredBlood said From what I gather, he's on YouTube as NarpyTheCrimeDog. Not much is known about that, I'm afraid to say. Click to expand... Yep thats him.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

T'would be interesting to see him again, given his habit of dramatically changing wherever he goes... I wonder if he'd come back a savior or troll?
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Narpy launched a script kiddie attack on our server over the whole debacle. It was amusing.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Pistol Kiss said Um, who cares? Click to expand... Fuck you, I care! I miss Narpy... I think he felt the gay for me. Like pretty hard 3
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Rawrr, MirMir and PK! 3 I was browsing, saw the word Narpy, and immediately had some aftertaste of nostalgia. Or maybe it was the Micky D's I had for breakfast, who really knows.
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Mirran said Pistol Kiss said Um, who cares? Click to expand... Fuck you, I care! I miss Narpy... I think he felt the gay for me. Like pretty hard 3 Click to expand... of course I will fuck you. 3 GRUMPLE!3
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

grumplestilskein said Rawrr, MirMir and PK! 3 I was browsing, saw the word Narpy, and immediately had some aftertaste of nostalgia. Or maybe it was the Micky D's I had for breakfast, who really knows. Click to expand... SPEAKING OF PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET BACK IN CONTACT WITH 3
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Holy cats, Grumple!
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Oh haaai, Mister. 3
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

This is interesting. Narpy was more of a help than a hinder, right? Didn't he do coding and stuff for DRP?
Thread: So...  I Saw Narpy Today

Narpy was the bomb. Also he did do like... all the programming for DRP as far as I'm aware. He did a damn good job at it to when he had the time to get to it D
Thread: The Past is Always there (Fre&StarlightKitten)

Mat walked out of the administration office and looked up and down the hall. He was not looking forward to this day, he hadn't been looking forward to this whole move but he didn't have much choice now. He quickly weaved his way through the halls to his locker. As he walked he glanced at a few people but there was no one that he thought he might have met by whatever random play of fate. After he dropped his backpack and grabbed his notebook before closing his locker and heading for his first class. By the time he found his class he was about fifteen minutes late since he had gotten lost on his way there. When he walked in he glanced around the class quickly then went to the teacher and handed them his transfer papers. They talked for a few moments then Mat headed for an empty seat at the back of the class. Class this is Mat and he will be joining your classes. Mat rolled his eyes as he walked away from the teacher then sat down and pulled out his notebook. Mat
Thread: The Past is Always there (Fre&StarlightKitten)

Summer had hoped for a quiet day. Her evening prior had been spent arguing with her mother about the fact that she didn't want her daughter going out as often as she did and focus more on her work. Summer certainly wasn't the type to party, but she liked spending time away from her home. Sure, her grades could be better, but she wasn't concerned. It was high school, who cared? Settling into her first class, algebra, Summer looked tired. Her deep brown eyes were unfocused as she pulled out a black notebook. Her grey converse rested on the back of the empty chair in front of her, the class a bit empty. However, about fifteen minutes into it, she looked up as the teacher stopped, watching the young man enter. Immediately her face lost its color, her lips parting slightly as he entered, taking a seat. While he didn't appear to recognize her right away, there was no mistaking him. Swallowing hard, she looked down at her notebook, trying to make herself invisible. But the teacher mistook this as Summer not knowing what was going on, Summer, would you care to substitute for x in the equation? She looked up, eyes wide, trying to answer the question as quickly as possible, seeming to satisfy her teacher for now.
Thread: The Past is Always there (Fre&StarlightKitten)

Mat looked up from his notebook when the her heard the teacher call on Summer. He looked around the room wanting to see what Summer looked like and if she was as hot as the one he had met in the summer. Well meeting her was just the beginning then. But when he saw her he almost dropped his pen. There was no way it could have been her, she should still be back in his town with her dad. After a few seconds he turned around and looked back at the teacher so that he would not be called on. As he sat there not listening to the teacher he smiled at the memories of the time that he and a few of his friends had found Summer. After about ten minutes someone knocked on the door and the teacher went out side of the room to talk. Mat had no idea if he would have Summer in any of his other classes and not wanting to miss the opportunity to re-connect with her. He smirked as he thought of the double meaning to re-connecting with her. He grabbed his stuff and walked back to the seat in front of her. He dropped his notebook on the desk then pushed her feat off the chair to make sure she knew he was there before sitting down sideways in the seat and turning a bit more in her direction. Now, this is a surprise. Don't you think? His smile was not quite as friendly as it should be as he quicly looked her up and down. Somethings different here. He paused for a minute and pretended to think before added in a thoughtful tone that only she would be close enough to hear. I think the last time I saw you you had less clothes on.
Thread: The Past is Always there (Fre&StarlightKitten)

After answering, she had gone back to looking intently at the paper. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Maybe she was imagining it. She hadn't been drunk that night, but she had been preoccupied with... well, quite a bit. Her father lived states away. States. That this man was now sitting in her classroom should have been impossible. She'd met him at a party, he and his friends, and he lived there. Not here. She was scribbling notes down furiously, in an attempt to keep herself focused on the task at hand and not the young man that she knew so well, the young man that couldn't possibly have been there. Watching the teacher leave the room, she took a breath, pushing back her hair as she tried to slink into her desk. But it wasn't working. He must have recognized her. She watched carefully as Mat made his way over to the desk in front of her, pushing her feet off of it, adjusting herself in her chair as he did this, aware that she had no room to argue right now, not if he really did remember her. Her fears were confirmed as he turned, a look in his eyes that she was quite aware of. Glaring, she spat out her words, trying to remain quiet, What are you doing here? She didn't respond to his note about wearing less clothing, trying to keep her own personal life under wraps. Most people thought she was a quiet, spending time with her friends, but far from interesting. Her time with her father over the summer had always been her time to really let loose, especially last summer. She had quite the 'good time' with a number of men at one of the parties she went to. At first she'd been nervous, though almost immediately warmed up to the idea, thinking that she'd never see them again, and so it didn't matter. The chances of even bumping into them in the future were slim to nothing.
Thread: The Past is Always there (Fre&StarlightKitten)

Mat looked at her like she was stupid for even having to ask. I moved, why the hell do you think I would be here? He glared at her and couldn't wait to hear her reaction but just as he finished talking the teacher walked back into class. He turned around and faced the front of the class again. As the teacher started talking she noticed he had moved but after a brief glance between his first seat and where he was now as she tried to figure out why he had moved she just started teaching again. Mat flipped to a new page in his notebook and started sketching. As the teacher mentioned numbers or characters Mat would draw them into his sketch which just made it all the more chaotic.
Thread: Spiraling Downward (Tyr & aprilmay1965)

April's mind was reeling, the kids dropped off at school, today was a special day. After 20 years of marraige to the same man, a good man, a good provider, after all, it allowed her to be the stay at home mom she always wished to be, She was ready to bring some excitement to her marraige. The marraige that had never been exciting. Far from it, more vanilla than April wanted, desired, needed. April drove the blue Volvo wagon towards the city, far from the suburbs where her life was. Far from the PTA meetings, the church where her freinds met, the suburban neighborhood where she was the perfect wife and mother. At 45, working out , her 5' 4'' body was an acceptable 124 pounds. Always a bit top heavy for her hips, her 34DD breasts were always tethered in a respectable bra, always clothed in conservative dresses, Uhg, she needed to feel sexy again. hence the trip. Driving into the seedier part of town, she looks at the row of Adult Book Stores where she figures she can get what she needs. Parking the Volvo she walks towards the closest one to her parking space. Looking around nervously, her heart pounding, her well manicured fingers tremble as they wrap around the handle and open the door. The Greasy looking fat man with a bad comb-over is exaclty what she'd pictured as he glances up, then takes a double take looking her up and down. She feels him leer as she walks towards the back towards a room with a wall full of toys, so the sign says. I don't even know what I'm looking for she mumbles to herelf, eyes wide in amazement as she looks at the wall and racks of fetish clothes and various toys. Swallowing hard, her heart pounding, she grabs an outfit off the rack, the picture on the package shows a revealing Hooker outfit. would Scott like this? Would it make him act like a man? she thinks to herself. She tucks it under her arm thinking the size should be right, turning she sees a wall of vibrating life like dildos, one of them 9 long, she giggles.. twice as big as her husbands. would that fit? it might be fun, especially if the outfit doesn't work she ponders, grabbing it she walks up, placing the items on the counter. Pleased with her purchase, she squirms with excitement over lunch in a nice place and heads home. Taking another route, she finds herself winding along the narrow streets making her way along. A loud Bang and her car swereves, she stops on the edge of the road in an area of abandon buildings, mostly abandon it seems. Getting out, her heels click on the pavement as she walks around the car, her knee length flowered dress flutters in the wind as she looks at the flat. Crap she says outloud to no one around. Pulling out her cell phone, crap, it's dead, how many times had Scott admonished her for that looking at her watch, oh god, I have to get to the school.....
Thread: Spiraling Downward (Tyr & aprilmay1965)

Michael or as his friends called him Mike or Big Mike, because only his mother called him Michael, was heading over to a shop in the industrial area to pick up a part for his hog. The place was a warren of large buildings, some full, others empty and more than few starting to fall down. Most cars stayed to the main roads, as it took more time to go through this area than around it. Mike liked the area the large building, casting shadows as he turned his modified Harley down between two long buildings. People called him Big Mike because he was a large, standing almost 63 tall and a solid 240lbs, though he was in his early 30s he was in excellent shape. The powerful motor of the bike rumbled between his legs, as he saw a figure standing next to a stopped blue car. Mike was in his riding leathers, with leather pants, a leather vest, and a short sleeve shirt. His thick tattooed arms reached out to hold the modified handlebars of the bike. Various patches, covered the vest, the back had the club logo, a skeleton riding a bike covered in flames, and the name of the club, The Devils, arching over the picture. The closer he got the more the image shaped up to be something interesting. The woman was out of place, as he got closer, he saw the honor student sticker on the bumper of the car, and the attractive woman standing next to her flat tire, and looking at her cell phone. Mike pulls in behind the car, and parks his bike, taking a moment to turn off the engine. In no particular rush, he dismounts the bike and makes his way towards the woman, his hand briefly brushing his long brown hair out of his face, helping reveal his dark brown eyes. He wore a Van Dyke type mustache, which gave him an almost ominous look unless he smiled. Mike approached his eyes taking a moment to reconnoiter the situation and the check out the short busty blond thing having trouble with her cell phone and car. Do you need any help? Mike continued to draw closer as he inquired as to her need. Can I be of any assistance? What was she doing way out here, all alone, he thought?
Thread: Spiraling Downward (Tyr & aprilmay1965)

oh god, bikers? April said under her breath as she pushed her shoulder length blonde hair into a clip behing her hair.. holding her cell phone, she looked up. Feeling somewhat releived when she saw it was a lone motorcycle rider, although he was huge, nearly a foot taller, arms big as her waist, a combination of fear and releif washed over her as he approacthed. What's he going to do? Why did I come this way? I shold never have been here, never have went to that store, crap! She thought as she watched the tall younger man coming closer. The items sitting on the back seat. Uncomfortable with the situations she was in, even more uncomfortable knowing she had to pick up the kids or explain where she was and what she was doing here. Maybe this guy could help, he certainly didn't look like a good samaritan. I...I seem to have a flat, and can't seem to get anyone on the phone to come fix it. She said, smart enough to know better than to let a stranger know she was without a cell phone, especially since she was not smart enouth to re-charge it before she left home this morning. She looked up and smiled that white flashy smile that worked so well for her in situations with men. I don't suppose you could help? she said smiling.. looking up at the tall younger biker, pink frosted lips in a forced smile as she folder her phone and held it in her small hand. Standing up straight trying to show more confidence than she really had. her large breasts pushed against the dress parting the buttons in the front ,unwittingly her display of confidence had also exposed a feature she usually tried to keep subdued.
Thread: Spiraling Downward (Tyr & aprilmay1965)

Nodding Mike listens as she explains her predicament, though looking past her the cause was self evident. What occupied more of his attention were the curves that seemed barely contained by the rather conservative dress she was in, her bountiful chest seemingly ready to burst out . Though she was older than Mike, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her figure, and its attractiveness to him. Mike had always had a preference for older women, even back to the days when his sexy next door neighbor who was probably in her thirties gave him a rather extensive education while the boys at the high school he attended were still leaving their loads on some magazine centerfold. So while the sexy thing discussed her problem, his eyes made a more thorough examination of her nubile body, as he thought about what might lie beneath. Sure, I think I can help. He said as he gave her his patented smile. Turning and moving back to the rear of the wagon, he pops the rear hatch door, so he can get to the spare tire and the jack that normally was hidden beneath the carpet. Mike was thinking about how fine she looked when he notices a shopping bag, itself nothing but a ubiquitous brown paper bag, but the bag was on its side, the open end facing the back of the car, possibly placed that way, so someone looking in wouldnt see anything. There was some red silky looking article of private attire, and an oversized dildo still in its package easily visible now that the batch hatch of the Volvo was open. Hmmm I think Ive found what Im looking for. Mike knew a woman didnt even reach her sexual peak till she was in her mid thirties, and often by the time they reached their forties, they were a sexual bundle of untapped energy. A young girl might be sexy and such, but they didnt have the same skill set, or willingness to use it that an older woman might have. Not that he wouldnt fuck some young bitch he just had his personal preference for older women. So she might be another soccer mom from suburbia, with a little more going on than one might assume looking at car and attire. Even as he spoke, his hand reached down to look at the bags contents, thoughts of the tire forgotten. So what are you doing way out here?