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Thread: A Strange School (me and Chyna Girl)

Savannah had closed her eyes, and let out a soft moan as she felt him cum inside her, and closed her eyes, as she had not cum yet, but that was alright. She was meant to make him happy, and there where points when she didnt. She was one of the hardest to hit Climax. She smiled and gave him one last kiss before he pulled away, and looked at him. You did great. She answered simply, and then looked to the other three girls. She bowed her head lightly. Now, would you like rest, or would you like me to get you hard Again, so you could sleep with this other girl. She answered with a soft blush as she bowed her head and waited for an answer. The other three girls, leaned against the wall. All three looked hot, and bothered, as they waited to the answer. Faiths eyes looked at Savannah, then to Lance. I could always get him hard again. She answered with a simple smile. Chyna and Hannah just waited like good little girls, and waited. Savannah and Hannah where the two that werent taking the birth control, as the other two had been. They hadnt wanted Children, and Savannah for the most part was still clueless to most of it, and well wasnt really one who had sex often, and most of the time was avoided when she was close to the time where she could get pregnant. All four stood around and waited for his command, weather it was to go away, or for someone to suck his cock to get him hard again. They had waited like good girls.
Thread: A Strange School (me and Chyna Girl)

Lawrence nodded as he let Savannah leave the bed and he then said to faith prove it he grinned at her as he was already getting a little hard once again by just looking at the girls. But in truth he was getting very excited to see a girl, well the type of girl that he ofen pictured dominating in bed. Hell what guy wouldn't want to dominate a powerful woman in a sexual act? He just lay back and he watched her, waiting to see exactly what she would do. Though in truth he had wanted to pick one of the other girls... but maybe he would have his threesome after this little punk girl got his seed inside of her.
Thread: A Strange School (me and Chyna Girl)

Faith slowly stated to walk up to the male. Everything about her screamed sex. She loved it to. Her body bent down, and her lips parted, for her tounge to at first lick along the males slit of his cock. She tasted him, and Savannah both, Which Savannah had now moved away, and off to the side. Faith's hands lightly teasing his sack, and as she did that she allowed herself to take the top into her mouth sucking lightly, and tounge now swriling along the head, each time she started to suck, and swirl, lower and lower.
Thread: A Strange School (me and Chyna Girl)

Lawrence's body twitched with pleasure as his entire body seemed to react to her lips as he was being risen up almost like she were some sort of snakecharmer and her flute was that tongue that seemed to be working its way around his python sized cock. He looked at her as he grinned, clearly impressed by her sucking abilities as he moaned and he just leaned back and relaxed until he was rock hard once again and he then gently pulled her back off his cock on the bed, hands and knees' he told her simply, he was going to dominate this girl and truely show her that a nerd can be a dominating master.
Thread: A Strange School (me and Chyna Girl)

Faith smiled, as she heard him starting to be less shy already, a soft smile on her face, as she did what she was told. Faith saif nothing to him, with a light smile on her face, as she put her ass up high in the air, and laid her head on a pillow
Thread: A Strange School (me and Chyna Girl)

He watched her move to her semi degrading position as he spread her ass cheeks showing off her pussy and her asshole to everyone as he just gave a small grin. He would not be trying the other side of the spectrum, he would be taking control of this little bitch and making sure she knew who was going to be the next master. He thrust his hard dick deep into her pussy as he gave her ass a very firm spank. Grinning he began to thrust in and out of her, one hand holding her upper body down as he practically began to plow her into the bed with his massive dick.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

Shit...this is shit...horrible...not my best... Nathaniel murmurs softly as he scribbles lines across white paper. Nothing was going according to any of his plans. He'd done numerous drawing exercises, took tons of pictures, and even drew things that didn't even interest him, and still he was in his horrid slump. No...the curves are all wrong...these lines are too dark...the tree is displaced Nathan continues to murmur softly to himself as he spins his pencil between his slender fingers. Placing the eraser down onto the paper he begins to swivel it along the paper, the imperfect lines disappearing slowly. Even as they went however, he didn't see the picture getting any better. His hands began to shake softly, and then-- swoop he accidentally erased part of the woman's eye. Shit They were pure perfection...her lovely emerald jewels. He had captured them so perfectly upon the paper but...his frustration had destroyed them. He spent hours drawing and adding color to them...and he'd destroyed them. He tore the paper from his drawing pad and began to rip it to shreds, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as his eyes ventured passed his paper and to his subject. No...she's leaving... He thinks to himself as the woman he was drawing rises from her spot under the oak and walks off. Nathaniel sighs in defeat. Standing from his spot on the bench he, gathers his bag and stuffs his things into it. Pencils, brushes, paints, and other artist tools slam into each other as he grasps the straps of the back pack slinging it onto his back. With a sigh he begins on his way to a small cafe down the street from the park. He went there every day to refuel on energy. He was a regular. Once at the small cafe, he took a seat in the front with the large window that had a great view of the city park. There was a pond there, and he would watch the people feed the birds and the kids play, gathering inspiration from their emotions. He hoped today, he could do the same he had always been able to do, up until a couple of months ago or so. Nathan pulled out his drawing pad, and a dull number two pencil and started gazing out the window, looking for something to spark his creativity.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

Laughter spilled from her ajar lips, slowly disappearing as she began to walk. The handsome man next to her, letting his arm slide against her smooth shoulders. She tilted her head, long locks of raven hair cascading against her back, lovingly. The day had almost been perfect. The sun that rose above them, sprinkled brightly. The clouds white and fluffy, and the sky, the lightest of blues. He had whispered something in her ear which had then composed a light crimson shade against her bubbly cheeks. She licked her lips daintly, and nodded her head, hugging her intimate good-bye. She continued down the path, messenger bag swaying on her hip, the small yellow sundress twirling around her as the air passed around her. It was days like these she woke up for. Days where there were no clouds in the sky, and the small ducklings spread their wings and got close to them. She watched the pond, smirking mostly to herself. It was mainly the beating of her heart that she was concentrated on. Lilian hummed to herself, softly at first and then a bit louder. A small bag containing two pieces of bread sat next to her. She would reach in, grab just a tiny bit, and slowly began to roll it in her palms. Once it was ready, she would throw it down on the ground by the ducks that made their way towards her. She was not an artist, nothing beautiful or creative had ever escaped her, instead she was thin and small and even, to her own belief, slightly pathetic. She tilted her head, leaning forward. Perfection. Yet she failed to notice the smallest cloud in the sky, gray and ready to whimper, ready to tear.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

Scribbling scratchy line across plain paper, the male sighed heavily... God he felt like complete shit. What the hell was the matter with him? Nathaniel continued to work at the pad...scribbling...and scribbling... While ripping, and tearing out sheets of useless doodles most would have complimented and or awed at. Suddenly...she came into his view. A sudden vision of beauty... A vision of all that was pure in his eyes....a vision...a sweet vision that sparked something deep inside of the male. His slender hand worked upon his paper vigorously now...with purpose. Tired maroon eyes quickly darted from the paper and to the perfect scene before him. A small smile touched his pale lips as he continued to draw lines upon his paper, watching as her petite hands crumbled the bread between her delicate fingers to perfection before she tossed it out to the wild ducks around her. Simply beautiful. Before Nathaniel knew it, he had done three quick sketches of the girl by the pond, until the sky had gotten slightly darker. The cloud the girl had missed, loomed eerily in the sky now, blocking out the sun. Just then when he noticed the sky darkening, more clouds had gathered, and then he remembered the forecast. It's going to rain.... Nathan murmured to himself. The dark haired male shuffled together all his things, up into his bag quickly. He left just as fast, all the while pulling a black umbrella from his bag of supplies. Putting it up he wandered casually over to his secret model holding the object over her head. ... he stood silently, his heart pounding in his chest...he could hear it clearly and for a moment he was sure she could as well. A deep blush formed upon his pale cheeks, maroon eyes gazing down at the ground now instead of her. Suddenly lightning lit up the sky, and thunder struck calming his beating heart. Rain droplets began pouring down upon the umbrella snapping him back into reality. I'm not too far from home..Take this to keep you dry. he proposed to the young woman. Dressed in nothing but a white v-neck t-shirt, blue jeans, and open toe sandals, with a bag of art supplies over his shoulder, he didn't belong under the sudden pour of rain. However, she didn't seem like she lived in the area, he'd never seen her before. He lived up the street in a large apartment building..which wasn't but five minutes away if he ran.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

The soft bread would be quickly eaten, and swallowed. She had done this slowly, hoping that the ducks would stay as long as she had time. She had slowly closed her eyes when the wind began to hit her body softly, and then a tad bit harshly. She had merely shifted away from it. Until. The drops began to fall. They fall all around her but not on her. She looked up, tilting her head watching him, observing the clothing that he wore, the odd blush that repelled his light skin. She was confused. Who was he? What did he do? Why was he here? Why was he more importantly attempting to protect her? She shifted away from him, feeling the rain drops on her skin now. They feel faster now with speed, and determination. They seeped through her clothing as she stood in front of him slightly in awe. She had been told many of times before never to speak to strangers. To move away from all of that nonsense. And yet, in these circumstances someone had reached out for no gain of their own. She let her fingers slowly glide against the handle of the umbrella, their hands for one lenghty second intertwined as she took it from him,Thank you... she whispered, words echoing slowly. She stepped aside from him, and then began to walk to her apartment. She didn't really know why he had been so nice to her, yet she pushed it away from her mind. Sometimes people were just nice. They did things expecting nothing in return. Rare people but they did exist, right? Each step she took was slow, inconsistent, and calming. She looked back once, a tinge of hope inside her. The further the steps, the further the image of the man slipped her.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

Nathaniel smiled as she took the umbrella. He watched her as she walked away, the umbrella leaving him unprotected to the pouring rain. He jogged off then, in the opposite direction. He had to get his art supplies somewhere dry before they were completely ruing by the down pour. He made it home quickly and emptied his bag out onto his apartment floor. He shuffled through his things putting books and papers by the heater. He then undresed down to his boxers, seating himself by his easle with the couple of pictures he drew of his sudden muse. Just looking at the pages made him want to do more....He could feel his artistic ability flowing back to him... He took a deep breath, allowing the feeling to calm his shivering frame. He began to sketch her over, as the other paper was nearly soaked. Once he was finished sketching he started to paint...remembering the angelic scene before him as he watched out of the coffee shop window. Nathaniel spent all night, watching as the art flowed through his hands. He stayed awake all night and into the next day. He was finished the picture late in the morning about, eleven or so. He took the dried picture down to the coffee shop and asked for it to be hung up. The boss loved the painting, he actually adored Nathaniel's art, and had some landscape paintings hanging up in the back. Thanks so much...I hope she likes it... he says aloud, more so to himself than anyone else as he leaves the shop to return home. All adrenaline had escaped from his body, and he collapsed on his living room couch, his body completely shutting down. The owner of the little cafe, hung the picture of in the back. So, as soon as a person walked in the picture was right there, out in the open. It made the little shop look so complete... She looked so beautiful. Nathaniel felt satisfied for once in too many months to count. He felt good....really good. He had to draw the girl more... He had to. He needed her. He had to find some way of talking to her, and getting her to be his model.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

The rain had fallen hard against her windows, and she had stayed up to watch them slowly frolic down until they would lovingly hit the cement below her apartment complex. The apartment she had was small, obviously only one person lived here, there was no luxuries and no extravagant decorations. Piles upon piles upon piles of books decorated the living room, the bedroom and even the corners of the small hallway. Most had never been invited into her home, and the few who had would form an automatic jugdement of her lifestyle, assuming they knew who she was because they knew the layout of her home. The man she had strolled down the street with had visited the day after the rain so she had done nothing but been with him in the cave of her own home. When he left, he left her confused and slightly shaken up. The long walks had always made her mind run smoothly and so slowly she had driven herself from her home, wondering still about him. She was quiet, and the shine in her eyes became rather dull. I love you, but I'm not in love with you... and she replayed the scene, continously. She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to understand it or wether or not she wanted to. What did that mean? What the fuck did it mean? The third day came by, and it was then that her fragile fingers were placed on the knob, opening the door with small hesistation in the coffee shop. There was various groups of people admiring art in the wall. She noticed them, how hush they were, the blushes on their cheeks as they did so. Who was he? This artist that all spoke of,, what he said in the art was so beautiful even those who would never speak to one another, spoke now. On the other hand, she sat in the corner of the coffee shop for her regular cup of joe, sipping the steam before the liquid.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

Nathaniel sighed heavily. He couldn't sleep. For--however long...he laid awake in his bed wondering how long he would have to wait to see his muse. Or if he would ever see her again. He wondered if she lived in the neighborhood. Tired eyes, blinked slowly as he slowly removed himself from his bed. Three minutes of sleep wasn't too bad...he felt a little better already. Awake...even. With a sigh he wandered into the front room shuffling together some paint and small blank canvases. Before he left, he took a quick shower, and threw on a black tank top, and blue jean shorts, along with his sandals. Casually he walked to the cafe, in the mood for a nice cup of coffee to further wake him up. Once he had that, he would be off to draw...or find something worth drawing. Hopefully he would catch a glimpse of his beautiful model. Nathaniel sighed as he stepped into the place. It was packed with people. Gabe...must've really hung it up... he murmured to himself softly. He was surprised everyone liked it as much as they did. He wondered....for a second if she saw it. He wondered what her facial expression would be when she saw it. Nathaniel... the brunette wandered over to the counter sitting at one of the stools sighing softly. Your painting is bringing more business than your usual. the man said as he poured a steamy cup of joe, putting two tablespoons of sugar into the steamy cup. The girl you painted... he said nodding his head toward the table his model was sitting at. She was sipping steam... Beautiful. Quickly he pulled out his little sketchbook. He began to draw her quickly before something ruined his perfect view. Why don't you just ask her to be your model? Gabe asked placing a warm hand upon the male's shoulder. I--I can't... he replied softly as he continued to sketch the woman. Have some courage kid. After the painting, I'm sure she'd be happy to have you bring out her beauty all the time. Kid you are better than photoshop... Nathan smiled sheepishly. But shook his head in refusal. I dunno--maybe later... he smiled a little to himself, the people providing perfect cover for his drawing her.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

She hadn't seen the drawings, had never ever actually even seen most of the drawings that would cover these four walls. She, for the most part, would just come in, buy a cup and leave as soon as possible. These people weren't her scene and had never been. They all seem to see things in the paintings she didn't understand. She leaned forward, letting the warm cup hit her throat and slide down slowly. She let it linger before swallowing it. For the first time since she had entered the store, she glanced around her. She smile as she stood up, watching the walls. Each artist had a walll of entitlement except for the paintings of the month that had their place behind the counter and where the people gawked it. Unknowingly so, she stopped at Nathaniel's section. She watched and brought her hand forward to where one painting portrayed the gentle dance of a moon and a sun, each struggled to keep their section of the world to themselves. Her hand frolicked on the moon, slowly encircling it. For some reason this spoke to her, screamed for her. She tilted her head, just staring, just enjoying. It was then that a stranger stood next to her. He raised a brow,You enjoyed it? he questioned. She nodded slowly, and licked her lips before moving just slightly away,I do. Do you know the artist by any chance? the man smiled but he didn't say anything. She began to step away, hoping to head back to her seat, but that moon each stroke was so tentalizing she couldn't keep away.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

Gabe smiled at the young girl. Sure I know him just a little. he said with a nod of his head. But I can't tell you who he is...no matter how much I crave to. He's such a shy little thing... Gabe said with a shrug of his shoulders as he began walking away from the girl. Perhaps, he'll show himself to you... he said before heading back over to the counter. She's just as pretty as the painting. How do you do that?? the manager asked with awe in his voice. I dunno... I can just do it... he replied softly as he moved across the cafe to examine her more as she watched his painting. Midnight Sun... was what he called the painting. It was actually midnight when he finished the picture... and he thought the moon was as bright as the sun that night lighting up the park like the great ball of fire. Which would explain the contrast between the two as the battled to out shine one another. Nathaniel couldn't help but draw the girl as she examined the painting. She was intrigued. He was even more intrigued by the girl now than he was before. His hand moved across the pad speedily, quickly trying to catch every emotion she contained in her face for the picture in a moment before she could catch him. Most people didn't like being sneakily drawn. It was like...they thought as if they were being stalked or something. Nathaniel believed that any art based of people was best done when the model didn't know. Everything flowed naturally that way...so much more smoothly. He smiled a bit. There was something special about the girl indeed. There was no one he wanted to draw more in depth than her. If only he could find the courage to speak to here. Perhaps by getting close he could draw her in different ways.... He blushed at the thought. No...impossible... she probably already had someone or something and keeping his distance was best. He held the sketch pad close to his body, in a way that if someone were to walk up on him he would be able to press it into his chest to hide what he was drawing.
Thread: .G l a s s P r i s o n. [Exposed & Snow]

The man left and she stepped closer to the painting. God, it was beautiful, breath-taking. She had only seen that once in her lifetime, and for a few seconds her eyes closed, remembering her first kiss. She held her hand against the moon, and then slowly brought her other hand to her lips. She let both linger, feeling a shiver run down her body with ease. She shook her head then, bringing herself back into reality. The man who created this was shy? She nodded. Of course, he would be. It suited him, did it not? The world's best poet have yet to open their lips. She slide away now from the painting and found herself at the seat she once held. She bite her lip softly. She should leave soon, after-all, she had spent a bit too much time here already. Loitering wasn't something she enjoyed doing. For a few moments, she sat there, eyes without their residue, cold and frozen staring at the white cap of her drink.I love you but I'm not in love with you... and it ring in her eyes constantly. The night wouldn't leave her. His words haunted her and she would have to sit there without any control of her emotions and feel them sting. She stood up, back arched slowly. She would never let it happen again. To fall for someone who didn't love them seem rather ridicilous to her and yet she had done exactly that. She left the cafe, wandering aimlessly around the small city. She would have to work tonight after a two week vacation. She was sort of excited, since her job was a rather simple job. She carried still the umbrella of the young man just as a precaution as to what could occur. The small coincidences in the world always seem to be the most important.