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Previously a Jade West indie until lack of plots and thread replies discouraged me enough to quit.

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But that doesn’t stop me from being addicted.

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thx 4 carin

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im honestly considering leaving this blog

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when u keep trying to rp with someone and they keep droppin ur threads

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when ur favorite blog has a favorite that isnt u and u just cry

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↳Anastasia+ All that glitters & Gold

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She's in black lingerie. "Stop staring so I can give you your real gift, Miles."

Miles sat back on the couch with a look of excitement. He couldn’t even bother hiding the grin on his face, but he just looked at her. “This is going to be good.”

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Please,” She gasped , one hand grabbing at her breast, the other tugging his short, crapped hair. “Miles, please.” Jade panted softly. “Miles, say yes, baby. I-I’m so close and I-I can’t…” she stammered and bit her lower lip, letting out a loud cry as she came, regardless of his answer.

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Miles immediately pulled away and just stared at her. “We’re not having sex anymore.”

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Jade whined, turning to face him. "I'm sorrrry." She murmured. "I fucked up and it's your birthday, too." She moved closer to him. "Let me make it up to you, baby."

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She's in black lingerie. "Stop staring so I can give you your real gift, Miles."

Miles sat back on the couch with a look of excitement. He couldn’t even bother hiding the grin on his face, but he just looked at her. “This is going to be good.”

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Miles pulled away and grinned. “Nope.” He would give her anything but denying Jade a release was his favorite thing to do, because he liked to see her squirm. He then put his mouth back to her clit and began sucking while flicking it with his tongue.

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hey can my followers like this if they do forum rp?

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munday is tomorrow but im planning to have a life soooo

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❤️

9.

He was the complete opposite of her in perhaps nearly every single way. He was narcissistic. Dominant. Yearning for constant power to a point he did not know what to do with the amount he had when he did receive it. Nevertheless, there was this complete and utter pining for her that he had and could not appear to shake off, causing him to ache in all sorts of ways with a desire that was not decreasing anytime soon.

Frank had always felt uncomfortable in big crowds and this one where he felt so under pressure because of the peering eyes from place to place that he felt glued to him during his psychological torment was no doubt causing him to fidget in his seat during a social event of a large dinner he had dragged the woman with him too, due to the fact he felt he had captured her and that, to many others mistakes who thought they were a relationship, found himself to possess her. She belonged to him. The man sat there, unsure and uncertain as to what to do with his hands; no one should be this excited over anything whether negative or positive except over a woman. And it was that belief that caused him to slip his hand beneath the table and touch her thigh with the soft flesh of his fingertips, and up the inside of her leg to grace more sensitive parts of her form instead of more simpler flesh. “Don’t say a word.” He hushed firmly, a warning, a threat. A desire.

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"Anything." Jade’s world revolved around music. Her mother was a Broadway star and she planned to follow in her footsteps, having recently graduated from a performing arts centered high school. "I just like to be sung to." She shrugged and grinned at him, before laughing at his comment. "Fine. You’re fine." She kissed him gently and then followed him to her kitchen. She bit her tongue when he critiqued it, forcing herself to remind him that she wouldn’t have had to find a shitty place like this if she’d had more time and not been kicked to the curb. "I know." She said. besides, she kind of liked it - even while she was soft and affectionate, she was still the dark, horror movie obsessed Goth she was before.

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"Like it?" Frank knew he did not share the same opinion as her. He thought it was too dark…too cold…and as much as he hated it, he saw a romantic element to it - how candles could be lit up, how the fireplace could be lit in order to create some warmth…but it wasn’t his frst choice undoubtedly. His bright blue eyes settled amongst her as he smiled with a warmth across his lips, thinking briefly to himself of what he could sing and should sing. Lullabies wouldn’t do it. He seemed to think briefly until he cleared his throat and of course began to sing ‘Prisoner Of Love’  it only was two verses; his voice as melodic and warm as honey and marshmallows. Almost silk like. However, he soon became quite distracted by the room and almost disinterested in his own singing as he smiled towards her; “I’ll quit it now.” He mused, throwing a hand in a dismissive way of himself. “Let’s get this stir fry goin’ baby. ‘N tomorrow…tomorrow we oughta make ourselves go elsewhere.”

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Jade felt warm and unbelievably relaxed as he sang to her. She could only dream that her voice had that delectable quality, that she could inspire those feelings in someone. She moved while he serenaded, grabbing a cast iron skillet and setting aside as she pulled out a cutting board - and the various peppers and chicken she'd grilled up the day before. "Your voice is so fine." She said almost jealously. "I'm so lucky." She smirked over at him before she slid a knife out of the block and started chopping ingredients - focused on the task at hand except to speak. "Perhaps I will sing to you sometime."

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It's Father's Day! Ask my muse about their father.

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why cant i do graphics or code if i could i could run a decent rp

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❤️

9.

He was the complete opposite of her in perhaps nearly every single way. He was narcissistic. Dominant. Yearning for constant power to a point he did not know what to do with the amount he had when he did receive it. Nevertheless, there was this complete and utter pining for her that he had and could not appear to shake off, causing him to ache in all sorts of ways with a desire that was not decreasing anytime soon.

Frank had always felt uncomfortable in big crowds and this one where he felt so under pressure because of the peering eyes from place to place that he felt glued to him during his psychological torment was no doubt causing him to fidget in his seat during a social event of a large dinner he had dragged the woman with him too, due to the fact he felt he had captured her and that, to many others mistakes who thought they were a relationship, found himself to possess her. She belonged to him. The man sat there, unsure and uncertain as to what to do with his hands; no one should be this excited over anything whether negative or positive except over a woman. And it was that belief that caused him to slip his hand beneath the table and touch her thigh with the soft flesh of his fingertips, and up the inside of her leg to grace more sensitive parts of her form instead of more simpler flesh. “Don’t say a word.” He hushed firmly, a warning, a threat. A desire.

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francisalberts:

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"Whatever you want." The brunette breathed, shuddering slightly in an involuntary manner at his implication. "I can cook you something if that’s what suits you." She kissed gently at his ear. "Or whatever else." She grinned against the skin. "I have stuff for stir fry? Do you like stir fry?" She asked quietly in his ear, before nipping at the lobe.

How could he deny himself from her? Frank loved her. When she began to nip at  his lobe and whisper to his ear, he grunted a little pleasantly until he had found himself to muse a warm tender natured; “I like stir fry…cook me some stir fry. Cook us some stir fry…’n feed it to me.” Frank mused, teasing her undoubtedly, most certainly, knowledgeable that he loved her; he adored her. “Let’s make stir fry…I’ll make stir fry with ya. I’ll make stir fry with ya.”

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"Okay." The girl responded. "Mm.." She murmured as he continued to speak. "Your voice is so sexy. Will you sing to me while I cook?" She asked, littering his face with kisses as she stood and swapped out the large shirt for some pajamas, frowning a bit - all his clothes were wet. "I’ll throw these in the dryer." She stated. "You.. just try not to let it all hang loose in my kitchen. That’s unsanitary." She teased him back.

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"Sing?" He had not been requested such a thing by her before that he had found it quite an absurdity; his eyebrows rose for a moment contemplating over whether she was kidding or not because he never really sung…unless in the usual places, the shower. "What’d you wanna hear?" Frank asked, watching her put on her pyjamas until he had begun to sit up, grabbing the bed throw to wrap around his middle to cover himself up. "Hey now, I look plenty presentable for ya kitchen! Nothin’ hangin’." Frank teased with a boisterous grin as he wandered with her into the kitchen, whistling to himself for the moment as his eyes scanned the room. "This place ain’t great baby. Feels like its filled with ghosts."

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"Anything." Jade's world revolved around music. Her mother was a Broadway star and she planned to follow in her footsteps, having recently graduated from a performing arts centered high school. "I just like to be sung to." She shrugged and grinned at him, before laughing at his comment. "Fine. You're fine." She kissed him gently and then followed him to her kitchen. She bit her tongue when he critiqued it, forcing herself to remind him that she wouldn't have had to find a shitty place like this if she'd had more time and not been kicked to the curb. "I know." She said. besides, she kind of liked it - even while she was soft and affectionate, she was still the dark, horror movie obsessed Goth she was before.

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❤️

9.

He was the complete opposite of her in perhaps nearly every single way. He was narcissistic. Dominant. Yearning for constant power to a point he did not know what to do with the amount he had when he did receive it. Nevertheless, there was this complete and utter pining for her that he had and could not appear to shake off, causing him to ache in all sorts of ways with a desire that was not decreasing anytime soon.

Frank had always felt uncomfortable in big crowds and this one where he felt so under pressure because of the peering eyes from place to place that he felt glued to him during his psychological torment was no doubt causing him to fidget in his seat during a social event of a large dinner he had dragged the woman with him too, due to the fact he felt he had captured her and that, to many others mistakes who thought they were a relationship, found himself to possess her. She belonged to him. The man sat there, unsure and uncertain as to what to do with his hands; no one should be this excited over anything whether negative or positive except over a woman. And it was that belief that caused him to slip his hand beneath the table and touch her thigh with the soft flesh of his fingertips, and up the inside of her leg to grace more sensitive parts of her form instead of more simpler flesh. “Don’t say a word.” He hushed firmly, a warning, a threat. A desire.

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francisalberts:

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"Whatever you want." The brunette breathed, shuddering slightly in an involuntary manner at his implication. "I can cook you something if that’s what suits you." She kissed gently at his ear. "Or whatever else." She grinned against the skin. "I have stuff for stir fry? Do you like stir fry?" She asked quietly in his ear, before nipping at the lobe.

How could he deny himself from her? Frank loved her. When she began to nip at  his lobe and whisper to his ear, he grunted a little pleasantly until he had found himself to muse a warm tender natured; “I like stir fry…cook me some stir fry. Cook us some stir fry…’n feed it to me.” Frank mused, teasing her undoubtedly, most certainly, knowledgeable that he loved her; he adored her. “Let’s make stir fry…I’ll make stir fry with ya. I’ll make stir fry with ya.”

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"Okay." The girl responded. "Mm.." She murmured as he continued to speak. "Your voice is so sexy. Will you sing to me while I cook?" She asked, littering his face with kisses as she stood and swapped out the large shirt for some pajamas, frowning a bit - all his clothes were wet. "I'll throw these in the dryer." She stated. "You.. just try not to let it all hang loose in my kitchen. That's unsanitary." She teased him back.

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how i display my makeup brushes

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