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[giffingthingsss]

Memorable Moments III

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[highheelsandclaws]

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*drunk kiss

@lunaticlockwood

She could blamed it on the light. The light and the music- no, the light, the music, and the alcohol..... The alcohol, the music, the light, and his smile.

It had caught her, as it always did. In the warm and vibrant flashing red lights of the club a blanket of crimson cascaded its softness along the bronze and ebony bodies pressing against one another. Flecks of gold and amber reflecting off each shimmering skin, sweat and adrenaline and hunger and lust pouring over their flesh and it was no wonder that it got to her. Or to them? Here, their senses were both overwhelmed and heightened, and on a night like this- meaning a need to free themselves from the strange tension building in the high-rise condo since Eva left him that key- they needed to be thrown into the abyss of where tension becomes sensuality.

Here, everything was left on the table. That was partly the theme of the club. A reserved night for only the select few with privies to even know about a guest list. A night where everyone was no one, free to leave their responsibilities, wives, and sexuality at the door. 

It had been a few months since Eva last stepped through those doors (and how long have they played their little cat/mouse-err wolf game?) and she wasn’t quite ready to decide why she decided to step through again but with him. But after a few choice drinks, a “few” being more than enough to have the bartender questioning their sanity, those questions and thoughts were left far from their radar. With each tilt of their misted tumbler against their burning lips, the heat of the drink stole away Eva’s carefully built boundaries and easily they were laughing again, dancing again. 

“Hey!” Eva slurred against his neck, a slow shiver hushed along her spine as he wrapped his arms around her lower back, a dangerous hand possessively gripping her ass. “I’m gonna grab more shots-” Her own hands crept to remove his, stepping away before shouting, “Stay here, ohkay?”

“Whah- Why?” His brows furrowed at her, the softness of his lips beginning to purse as they always did when she left him. Tyler reached to grasp her hand, to pull her back into the dancing crowd and back into his arms but she had already backed away- her scent following closely behind her. 

Eva stepped back up to the bar, staring her way into the front of the line without question and order two shots of the club’s own Moonshine- and another one for the road before she turned back to the crowd. She could still smell him from here, apart from the scent that had now managed to sneak its way into all of her clothes. She could smell the shampoo in his hair that she had washed in the shower this morning, the remnant of her own perfume on his skin from when they touched- and in some strange way it seemed to get stronger. 

“Here’s your drinks.”

The voice pulled her, weakly, away from the thought as she turned and down the first one on her own before grabbing the two and moved to head back to the dance floor.

“I told you to stay,” Eva laughed as she witnessed the disgruntled wolf pulling himself from the pile of gyrating bodies, his eyes quickly locking with hers and that damn smile of his met her just the same. Grinning as he sauntered towards her, hips forward as he moved.

“I hope that’s not another dog joke, Eva,” his brow rose, “I’m starting to keep count and that doesn’t look too good for you or that soft ass... Besides, I started to feel like I was in the petting zoo... or at work.”

 “It’s the same thing,” there a chuckle as the last word left her lips and they stood face to face, his hand snaking back to its claimed position on her lower back- ghosting the curves of her hip. He leaned in, a wicked smirk across his lips but there was something hidden behind his eyes and there a thought set if she’d hurt him- and maybe that was what really started it. The fear that she’d overstepped some kind of boundary because of her words, something that she’d barely cared about before when she was just fucking someone, but they were... Are, more than that... 

He took a breath to protest, and the sound drew her attention to his lips and without much warning to her more sensible side, Eva closed the gap and kissed him and the memory of his soft lips lifted in the back of her mind. It startled him, she knew, but he welcomed it, tentatively and patient until she took a parting breath and deepened the kiss. The grip around her hip strengthened as she felt another hand move to grasp the other, pulling her closer with a needful growl reverberating against his chest while she answered in kind. Her hips rolled against his briefly until she pulled away, half regret, half relief.

“Ah-uh-” Eva tutted, lifting his shot to his lips and easing herself out from his embracing while taking her own shot, choosing to ignore the pace of both of their heartbeats against the drum of the music. “Oh, I love this song!”

[room4creation]

and we end this pleasant journey into the music tastes of ten yr old me ........ with legendary Yellow

[skepticamongthefaithful]

The Used // Buried Myself Alive

"...this time I'm not going to watch myself die.”

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Just cause it's thursday. Errythang GOLD 

[risaaaa]

So, this semester has had a lot to do with idols for some reason. I have been seeing how much of a problem it is. Tonight in my epistle of John class my teacher was talking about relationships, and he asked, Is your longing for Jesus' return greater than that of a longing for a husband/wife/children? A question basically along those lines. I was thinking about this, and I was like no. My answer would be no. As he was talking about this, I realized how badly I want Jesus to return. 

Now, wanting a husband/wife isn't a bad thing. In Proverbs 5:18-19 it says "Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice in the wife of your youth. As a loving hind and a graceful doe, let her breasts satisfy you at all times; be exhilarated always with her love." In Song of Solomon 2:6, "Let his left hand be under my head and his right hand embrace me." These things are things we long for and its okay that we long for them, but are they things that we long for more than Jesus? Do these longings take up more thoughts than thoughts on our Lord? That's when they become idols, and when these longings turn to sin.

It's something that I have come to realize in the past couple weeks. I find myself daydreaming of a guy, and wanting to find love in that. In reality it has become a idolatry because its like Jesus isn't good enough for me or something. It's me trying to find love, if I had that person then everything would be complete and whole, when it already is in Jesus.

Two things from my teachers notes that stand out to me

1. If you're not excited about Christ's Coming, repent of your idols and get excited. (idol's: sex, husband, wife, kids, toys, bible knowledge.)

2. The man who lives with a constant focus on Christ's return is going to have the most fruit personally, spiritually and ministerially. 

That's my prayer, that I am focused and excited and longing for Christ's coming over everything else. Marriage and finding a husband isn't something that will fulfill me or complete me, it is for glorifying God and not myself. Yes, I do get lonely. Yes, I wish I could cuddle with someone from time to time. I just don't want that to consume my mind, because I know that it shouldn't.