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Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
What start out as something that had the potential to be something good, ended up being something mortifying. Suffice to say, the entire evening stayed pretty interesting but the overall quality of it turned sour. He was a nice guy, pretty mundane and far too nervous for his own good to actually contribute anything to said date. She talked, he seemed to listen, maybe was able to say some words here and there but never anything more than ten words, in the entire night. Hello. How are you? Oh. Yes. Yes. No. Yes. Goodnight. It was so tedious it was actually heartbreaking and it made her wonder about the quality of boys. Well perhaps that was the problem overall; they were boys, not men. Well…they were just male. And things seemed to be taking a turn for a different…side.
The rest of her night after what qualified as the worst date ever was kind of miserable. She put an end to it by just going to sleep. The next day would prove something fruitful perhaps as her plans were to make a surprise visit seeking comfort, solace and inquiries.
After getting herself dressed in a sleek black camisole which was aptly low-neck, she threw on some black leggings underneath. She wore no bra but wore pink panties underneath her leggings, they being a special pair that had a pink little blow on the very front and center, as if a hinting to a something special underneath. Tying her black hair up into a simply but messy ponytail, she tousled her fingers over her bangs to smooth them out and align them to her liking before her feet slipped into sandals. Grabbing her phone and bag, she headed on out and walked the short distance to her best friend’s house and in a hurried pace. Damage control was so necessary and needed; a lot of complaining, a lot of sadness and just downright giving up of the entire male sex in this world.
Arriving to her house, she knocked on the front door speedily, practically shuffling from foot to foot, waiting in anticipation, even curious about her date.
The rest of her night after what qualified as the worst date ever was kind of miserable. She put an end to it by just going to sleep. The next day would prove something fruitful perhaps as her plans were to make a surprise visit seeking comfort, solace and inquiries.
After getting herself dressed in a sleek black camisole which was aptly low-neck, she threw on some black leggings underneath. She wore no bra but wore pink panties underneath her leggings, they being a special pair that had a pink little blow on the very front and center, as if a hinting to a something special underneath. Tying her black hair up into a simply but messy ponytail, she tousled her fingers over her bangs to smooth them out and align them to her liking before her feet slipped into sandals. Grabbing her phone and bag, she headed on out and walked the short distance to her best friend’s house and in a hurried pace. Damage control was so necessary and needed; a lot of complaining, a lot of sadness and just downright giving up of the entire male sex in this world.
Arriving to her house, she knocked on the front door speedily, practically shuffling from foot to foot, waiting in anticipation, even curious about her date.
