Sanity: 1.3%
I'm not feeling so well. Around my friends, I smile and laugh. But inside I'm dying and crying.
...This just might be the last sorry you ever get from me. My other stories will never be finished. I love you all, remember that. Life free.
I'm okay.
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Warning: The following short story contains sexual interaction between the same sex! If you do not approve, fuck you. If not, yaaaayyy!
DEDICATED TO MY READERS!
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Abby laughed upon Jazzy's joke.
Jazzy laughed. "I mean, haha, that's not true."
Abby laughed, her hand hovering over her mouth, attempting to keep all her Lay™ chips in her mouth.
After a few seconds of laying, she spoke again, her eyes looking off to the side. "Dude what if someone did that in real life?"
Abby reached down for another chip, her mouth opening slightly. Jazzy looked up at Abby before shaking her head and eating the lay chip and moving her head over to Jazzy's lips.
Abby immediately froze, her emotions confused, before grabbing Jazzy's hips and pulling her closer to her. Their lips parted for several seconds, needing air, before their mouths and tongues fought once more, their hands all over each other.
A soft moan left Jazzy's mouth as she wrapped her legs around Abby's hips, pushing her onto the couch. Abby gasped, the movement pleasuring her greatly.
A soft whimper left Jazzy's lips as she continued to kiss her, nipping at Abby's lips. She had been wanting to do this for a while now, she just couldn't. And it was a surprise for her that Abby kissed her back.
Did Abby feel this way?
Abby let out a breath mixed with a moan, her finger fumbling with Jazzy's shirt.
"I need you." Abby moaned.
"I need you too." Jazzy gasped, her clothes slowly going off.
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I stop there, I can't think. My ideas have wandered away. Someone put a protection order against a man who changed my life. :/ they are forcing me to forget about him. I can't
I'm sorry. Im being a little depressed Bitch. But this is something everyone goes through. Except those stupid popular girls that are always smiling. Maybe. I don't know. I just don't like those.
Thanks for reading.
~Otero S.
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Short StoryWriters block. Do you have those a lot? When suddenly you forget what you were writing and your words and ideas vanish? What do you do to get rid of them? Do you wait? Do you sleep? Think? Me? I write. Short stories, to be exact. Welcome to the w...
