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Up.Don't wanna.Up. by ~spacemarinesrule
Gotta.
Really can't be bothered.
Gotta.
Monosyllabic much?
Got to, then. Happy?
That is profoundly unhelpful.
Don't care, do it.
You never care.
Do. It.
What.
Up!
What to up then?
Huh? Get up!
FINeee......
My internal monologue finally asserts that I must, and so I shall.
Getting up. My greatest challenge for the day.
I begin to roll onto my side, rocking back and forth to build up momentum, the bed creaking in anger with every rock. I finally settle onto my side. I breathe deep and tense every muscle I can think of.
Here comes the tricky part.
With every ounce of strength in my body I push myself up into a s
Cracked Lips -part 2-Cracked lips.Cracked Lips -part 2- by ~spacemarinesrule
Mouth of cotton.
Drool down my left cheek.
Hair the victim of a seagull attack.
Sheets tangled about the foot of the bed.
Headache of biblical proportions.
I quit drinking. Now. Never again.
Wait. Where are my clothes?
And what the hell is.... Shit.
That's a girl.
That's a girl, who is also naked.
A HOT Girl.
Too hot. Especially for me.
Fine, firm, ass. Gentle curves. Flowing, wavy, brown hair.... Am I having a breakdown?
Jeez..... She probably has a face like a smacked arse.
Knowing my luck at least.
Dammit! Why does this feel like a scene from a bad sitcom!
I wait until she gets up and it turns out 'she'
Alone -part 1-She sits alone.Alone -part 1- by ~spacemarinesrule
I stand with friends.
She sticks out.
I blend in.
God she's gorgeous.
Wavy brown hair of a goddess.
Ample breasts clad in a white shirt and accentuated by an elegant deep blue corset.
Large stomach elegantly formed beneath the corset.
Very large and very well formed buttocks crushed into a pair of jeans.
Clearly the largest specimen in the room.
Clearly not of the standard breed.
Like I said, she sticks out.
I just want to talk to her, nothing more.
Walk across the dance floor, have a drink with her at the bar.
The simple things.
But I won't.
I can, but I Won't.
In a place where women, and only women, gather
Red.The first summer she bought a little red dress. It was loose, billowy, and oh so comfortable. It was about 2 sizes too big, and loose on the bust, but dammit, she loved it anyway. It was a short dress, yet on her it was just short of slut length.Red. by ~spacemarinesrule
She wore it from dawn to dusk often for days on end. She danced in it, copulated in it, drank in it, ate in it, and slept in it. She loved it. It was simple spaghetti strapped dress made of elastine and cotton and it was the single greatest single thing she had ever owned. Despite being too loose.
The Second summer it wasn't as loose anymore. The Bust line no longer as loose, the dress less billow
Sta.sh
of my work. 
