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*Ding ding ding good morning* She rubbed her eyes and unlocked her Samsung j5. Her wallpaper instantly reminded her about how Thea can’t make a joke, but Nina, she’s the best, so funny and just the best in the world. The footsteps are getting louder coming up the stairs. They came bursting into the room. “Wake up, Angel, you got a busy day of school ahead.” Ugh, it was Phil. He went straight up to the blinds letting the sunlight stream in. Oh FFS! Piss off! What she would love to say to him, but

Native American ain't really foreign or at least in hi opinion. These bitches just hype for some dick. "Nah nigga I know you can get any one of these ho- the fuck?" "My b--" she began to

"Fuck, Michael." I moan, not realizing that Michael isn 't the person with his lips around my dïck at the moment. Kellin stands up instantly, wiping his lips and raising an eyebrow. "I knew you were still obsessed with that kid!" He whisper-yells, grabbing his jacket and storming out of the library room. I look down on myself and sigh, wishing I had said the right name instead of the one I was screaming in my head. Yes, for fucks sake, I love Michael. I am madly in love with the boy with pink hair

I’ve come to identify with the masculinity of my gender and establish my sexual orientation as a hetereosexual individual during the earlier stages of my life. Because my older siblings, not to mention my parents, would discuss their sexual experiences in my presence, my curiosity was peaked. Thus, I began to explore my sexuality. During my pre-teenage years, I had already engaged in numerous sex related acts. In comparison to the typical 7 year old boy, I would have to say my mind developed at a

anyone else reads this and takes offense to me using the term nigga in this reflection piece. I just wanted to make that clarification :) Anyhow, before I move on to the next pivotal point of my life, there is some other shit that I forgot to mention, fuck man is already twelve fucking pages...lol! Anyway, I am fourteen years old, and by this time I was already hanging out big time in the streets and shit. I had full- time Job, working at this factory with my favorite Aunt, as I mentioned to you guys

radio playing in the car. "WHAT???" Houston shouted out, didn 't catch what Brendon just said. "I SAID- Oh nevermind." Brendon shoots his hand up in a 'just forget about it ', it wasn 't even worth trying. "YOU HAVE A BONER?" Oh, what the fuck? "The fuck?" Ryan whisper-yelled. "I don 't even wanna know." Brendon 's eyes widen a bit, he sunk in his seat even more. *** "My butt is hurting," Houston complain for the fifth time already. "Same" Ryan agreed with Houston. "Brendon come on," Houston

sentence to end in a shriek of agony. “Pleasure her till she achieves release and maybe I won’t fuck you here.” He whispered, swirling his unlubricated finger mercilessly around what

VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER,PLEASE READ. You turned the camera off and got up. "Aye Movie night?" You picked a chicken nugget up off the floor,along with your plate. "Sure,what do you guys want to watch?" Mark picked up the clicker and went to Netflix. "You guys like supernatural?" Mark asked. He was scrolling through the 'what to watch ' list but then stopped on a show titled "Supernatural". You picked up the other then threw it in the trash. You got really excited

there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say "Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it'll say "Fuck you." I'm positive, in fact.’’(204) Holden, in Salinger's Catcher in the Rye is faced with a series of internal conflicts

Over the centuries, it was common for werewolves to either be vulnerable (and horny) or insanely (horny) powerful underneath the full moon — like any regular immortal. The beast inside them took complete control, and by rumors, the sight wasn’t exactly pretty… which, was probably the reason why mates came into the picture. Most werewolves are vulnerable when they haven’t found their fated one. They go insane with extreme pain and sexual hunger that cannot be fulfilled with normal fucking. There were