HARLEY WHY YOU GOTTAB E LIKE THIS
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HARLEY WHY YOU GOTTAB E LIKE THIS
She was not awake enough to fight with her or really talk, “I’m to tired to talk, I worked from 9 til about two hours ago sooo, I’m a little tired is it like die or talk to me?” she mumbled into her pillow. “Harley you come into my apartment this earlier in the morning and want to talk- have you lost your damn mind? That is all I want, sex I don’t feel like having conversations with the girl’s I sleep with? I like sex, I like sex a lot I want sex more often than I want money but you just want to fucking talk like we’re a couple. Haven’t you realized I sleep, work, fuck and repeat. Talking is not in that mix unless you fucked me so good that i want to cuddle afterward…sorry that is not this time right now.”
"It's not even that I want to fucking talk, Tracie. It's the fact that I don't want to continuously waste my breath arguing with you over the stupidest things. Like, it's literally always over nothing. --I get that you want sex all the time, by all means have sex all the time; but I'm not like that. Whatever, Tracie. I really don't see a fucking point in arguing or talking to you because it's pointless. I'm just trying to be your friend and you're just not willing to let that happen. --I never said that we were a couple, we're far from that. I don't want to waste my time chasing after a girl who doesn't even want to give me the time of day if I don't have my mouth on her clit, or my fingers in her cunt. --There is never a good time for you. I'm done, Tracie."
Tracie stopped sleeping well since she realized she was stuck in her bed alone. Hugging a pillow was as good as it got for her. She pushed Harley out and the girl actually left, leaving Tracie alone which for the first time she didn’t like it at all. Tracie whimpered in her sleep feeling someone touching her. “Stop it.” she mumbled her eyes flutter opening seeing Harley. “What do you want?” she groaned pushing herself away from the girl, being stubborn.
"I want to talk and not fight." She whispered, not bothering to try and bring the other closer again because she clearly didn't want it. "All we do is argue Tracie, and I don't know why, nor do I care; I just want it to stop. All I want you to do is talk to me and tell me what's going on if there is anything going on. --Why are you acting like this with me, I don't understand. All it ever feels like is you want me for sex and as soon as I mention anything else, you push me away." Harley let out a sigh as she sat up on the bed. "What do you want from me?"
Tracie and her have been doing nothing but arguing lately. If they weren't sleeping together, they were arguing and she didn't want to argue or fight with her anymore. So Harley decided to go see her and hope for the best. The blonde crawled into her bed, she climbed under the covers wrapping her arm loosely around her. "---Wake up, princess." She whispered, pressing a small kiss to the nape of her neck.
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In most cases, James would brush it off and figure that she wouldn’t actually tell her mother anything, but in this one — he didn’t trust her. Especially not with the way she’s acting. “You wouldn’t tell her.” He muttered, eyes looking down at her. She couldn’t. “The only punishment I’d be giving you is a month without electronics or going out with friends.” He took a deep breath before speaking again; “— and I’m old fashioned, so I think a spanking until you’ve learned your lesson would do you good.”
"Well for one, daddy dearest; I'm pretty sure I'm too old to have those things taken away. And even if you said no friends, I'd probably still hang out with them." She wasn't going to deny that all she wanted to do was push his buttons. And she'd probably never mention this to her mother because it'd get the both of them in shit, and it definitely wasn't worth it. "Ohhh, does daddy want to spank his darling little girl?" She questioned, taking a small step closer to him. "Does he really want to punish her? Because I don't think she'd object to getting spanked. --But I think he'd like it a lot more than she would. He'd have her bent over his knee in a short skirt, so that he could see everything."
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James’ breath hitched slightly at the sight. It was wrong — and he could get into deep trouble for this kind of thing. He took a deep breath before finally making eye contact with her once more. “You should really be punished.” He murmured under his breath both to himself and her. “Do you think it’s cute when you do that kind of thing or what are you trying to get at here?”
"What makes you think I'm trying to get at anything, daddy." She questioned, stepping slightly closer to him. She probably shouldn't be doing this; but she did want to see how far she could push him. "Are you going to punish me? Or are you going to wait till mom gets home to find out you were being extremely inappropriate with her little girl?"
"Well then, Harley- you know where the door is."
"Really, Trace?"
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"You want to fuck me, yet I’m just fucking standing here. Stop fucking talking about it and just do it damnit."
"No, I don't want to anymore."