CHOKEHOLD: MIDNIGHT BALLERINA

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it all looks fuzzy and blurry. It all feels as the world lost it's balance a

ll but, any time the lights comes up I have the feels of nausea

clothes off my body with the concentration he has. It feels like a some of our pages had collide

m in the city why do I keep hearing bird s

bathroom " hearing Bella voice had me op

n his lap and females giggling as males strippers grind on them clicking of glasses the faded and yet sometimes

still feel the ensuating piercing gaze of the brown eyes laced with blue man really young man he's so beautiful instead staring

a splitting head ache I feel like pouring everything I

ke my feel things down in between my legs squizing them together only made it worse all my thoughts are muddled up maybe I should be heading home as my friends did. (getting up is one of my minor problems as I'm still in trance ) a sudden tap startled me and, broke my trance and, made me leap. Seeing it was my manager " Arnie you can go home now

s at my eyes it was a car's. Watching him step out of the car so eligantly made me remember someone I hated

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t familiar but, a former accquintance but, from where?. My drunk mind made it d

a long pause was taken after this I could really hear the silence

t but why I do I feel strange

his place I just want him to devour me. I can see the list written all over his fac

cked me forward but surprisingly he caught me. His hands su

ur high libido. Fully in his room self aware of everything this that's happening we both made no attempt of utterin

in the sitting asked him to put off the light I was about to go blind the bright light looked

g into our souls it felt so good I didn

long time he kissed me, and I was filled with deep astonishment. Breathing deeply, he remained sitting and at this moment he was like a child aston

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unutterable visions to her perishable breath, my mind would never romp again like the mind of Gold. So I waited, listening for a moment longer to the t

light I might find there would correspond to what I knew was my own. But I did not even catch a glimpse of her face, so instantaneous and urgent was that tongue. Plunged like some writhing sea-shape into my gaping maw, it all but overpowered my senses as it sought some unreachable terminus near my uvula; it wiggled, it pulsated, and made cont

both our mouths my hands at the brisk of her hips holding her fi

e're apparently staring at each other words are not needed f

I made the clicking sound of my belt instead of pulling off my pants I take a alt and then watch her slip out the black silky gown she