Summer Vibes

Summer Vibes

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 22, 2020
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Mavis is a girl sent away from her parents due to family problems. Her friends come along for the summer, things are changing. Boys, girls, and more are about to face them, what will their moves be? Will they work? or have then spun into deep confusion and frustration? "I've been keeping so many things inside," I rant, "Taking all of my space until I have someone I can actually open my mind up to." He steps towards me with furrowed eyebrows. I know he's listening. "I guess it worked pretty good until right about now." I laugh sadly, "But all of this shit is getting so serious." He wipes my tear away with his thumb. "You'll get through it." He encourages. "I think... I'm out of room for all of the thoughts flustering through me." I admit, crying into his hand.
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Mavis Spencer was rude, mean and so infuriating but yet so damn tempting. I should have left her alone, but like she says I am an idiot. She just walked into my life and ravaged it like a tornado. With no shame or guilt, just no care at all. Or that's what I thought until I got to know the real her. She is so much more than what she shows, complicated but worth the fight. I'm determined to prove her how worth it, she is. June Moraine was too nice, too happy, too friendly to be true. He should have left me alone, I'm not someone to befriend and surely not to love, I've learned that the hard way. But even as I tried my hardest to push him away, he seemed to have made his mission to prove me how wrong I am. *** "Tell me what you like?" Grabbing a handful of his hair and tilted it so I could look at him. I kept dry humping on him, and I felt myself coming closer and closer. It usually takes so much time to build me up, but this sight of him feels like a daydream. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips parted slightly as I pushed myself harder on him. "I asked you a question, June." his hooded eyes finally focus on me and he hums, "You. I like whatever you do to me."

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