CountofTuscany
Star
- Joined
- Jun 29, 2009
- Location
- Chile
Alexander was in his room using his hands to give his beloved girl a screaming orgasm. Her curves were ideal, her hairs golden, and she screamed like no other. This was a hectic situation, anybody would know of their secret meeting. Sweat would drip, this type of lust could only be considered sin. Suddenly a scream was heard over the locked door to their secret meeting where someone, a women, yelled, "Hey Alex! Turn your guitar down!". Alex smiled as he took his hands off his guitar, to let the rare gold colored strings ring for one last time, before setting down the volume. He smirked, it always got into everyone's nerves, he even wondered how many times that's been said to him today. Sometimes his mother would argue and he would never know. It was as if the music wrapped him into his own bubble. He loved to play, nearly as much as he loved other things. He hummed and bent down to hit the volume on the amp. He turned it so the music would not leave his room where he played every single day. He stood up and pressed the pedal to make a long chorus psychedelic effect. He played a chord, and let it ring for a few second before playing slowly and letting all of his feelings through.
He was a tall man, around 6'02". He was muscular too, do to being in the football team. He was your atypical quarter back. Not really known throughout the school, he preferred to have a few close friends that were into the things he was, like music. He had short dirty blonde hair, and a pair of piercing blue eyes. His smile would make women melt, and his attitude tended to do the same whenever he let it. Alex was now wearing a tight green sweater under a plain white t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts that passed his knees, with a pair of white sneakers with hot green laces.
Alex set the guitar aside for one moment, letting it rest over his bed. His eyes sparkled as it replied to him the rays of the sun the it receive. He smiled widely and finally opened the door to his room. He was hungry and wanted something to eat. He had been up all morning playing his beloved, and now it was time for some breakfast. He walked downstairs towards the kitchen where he expected his mother would be. His mother was a single women, who was still in love with Alex's father. She hadn't been with any other man, and Alex was growing to become ever so identical to his father. Alex had noticed his mom acting a little strange lately, but did not pay much more attention to it.
He was a tall man, around 6'02". He was muscular too, do to being in the football team. He was your atypical quarter back. Not really known throughout the school, he preferred to have a few close friends that were into the things he was, like music. He had short dirty blonde hair, and a pair of piercing blue eyes. His smile would make women melt, and his attitude tended to do the same whenever he let it. Alex was now wearing a tight green sweater under a plain white t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts that passed his knees, with a pair of white sneakers with hot green laces.
Alex set the guitar aside for one moment, letting it rest over his bed. His eyes sparkled as it replied to him the rays of the sun the it receive. He smiled widely and finally opened the door to his room. He was hungry and wanted something to eat. He had been up all morning playing his beloved, and now it was time for some breakfast. He walked downstairs towards the kitchen where he expected his mother would be. His mother was a single women, who was still in love with Alex's father. She hadn't been with any other man, and Alex was growing to become ever so identical to his father. Alex had noticed his mom acting a little strange lately, but did not pay much more attention to it.