The Art of Bullshit

Chapter 5 - Twin Flame Brusie

'See you in the dark/ All eyes on you/ All eyes on us/ You make everyone disappear/ Cut me into pieces/ Back against the wall/ Trippin when you're gone/ We breakdown a little/ When you get me alone, it's so simple/ I know what you know/ All the pieces fall/ Right into place/ Getting caught up in a moment/ Lipstick on your face/ So it goes/ I'm yours to keep/ I'm yours to lose/ I do bad things with you'
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"Your name is the strongest positive and negative
connotation in any language.
It either lights me up
or leaves me aching for days."
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Things were getting back on track between Taylor and Asher. Taylor had finally decided to quietly go along with whatever weird relationship they had. It didn't bother her anymore as she had taken so much time to get used to it and Asher acted the same with her flirting and touching because apparently it didn't mean anything if you weren't even attracted to girls in the first place.

What was happening right now though, said something completely different.

They both were a little high and dancing, occupying a dark corner of the room. Taylor was running her hands down Asher's body and groaned "You can't imagine the things I'd do if I got my hands on you."

"Fucking do it then."

She glanced up at Asher for one second, to make sure she was serious then reached down and hooked her fingers between the other's belt loops and hitched a thigh up between her legs. Asher gasped her head falling forward into the crook of Taylor's neck while keeping a steady grip around it.

"I fucking hate when you haul me around like that."

"Really? Because this right here says otherwise." She taunted before grounding her knee up further.

"Shut the fuck.. up" Asher replied but still adjusted her hold on Taylor's neck to roll her hips down. As a punishment Taylor bit her neck but Asher only moaned in response, her hips stuttering.

"You're not playing fair" She whined.

"When do I ever?" The other bent down to tug her earlobe, her clit throbbing with every whine and pant leaving Asher's throat.

The expressions Asher made lead to Taylor staring at the girl in her arms with interest as she rolled her hips down harder, eyes closed tightly, the pleasure coursing through her too much to handle. Sweat was making her skin shine from whatever source of light was in the crowded room, her dark hair sticking to her face and her cheeks flushing as she rutted against Taylor's thigh repeatedly.

Lifting her up slightly by her hips, Taylor dived into her neck, sucking which left Asher keening. She smirked and bit again, hard enough to leave a bruise
as Taylor's teeth wrapped around her bottom lip. Asher groaned lowly and she was coming, hips stuttering, breath getting stuck in her throat and then falling forward into Taylor's arms.

Hoisting her up, Asher managed to wrap her legs around Taylor's waist and panted in her ear. Taylor on the other hand was pursing her lips trying not to laugh when the brunette caught her gaze, "What?"

"I may or may not have left some...marks."

"I can't even find it in myself to care right now."

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Next day when they went to see a movie together, Asher got extremely irritated when she saw Taylor acting like it was just another day (although she did the exact same thing every single time). She had had the best orgasm in her life yesterday, without any proper touching and here this bitch was, acting like nothing happened.