dirtylittlewhore
Meteorite
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2014
Zoey looked into the mirror; eyes that never could decide to settle one color; they swirled with a mist before falling on a light purple. Her shoulder length was gathered together in a low pony tail. A work out tank top was covering her torso; an ample amount of cleavage from her C breasts showed. A phoenix amulet hung to rest between both silken mounds; in red and gold it was her favorite charm. Zoey's childhood friend had given it to her at the beginning of her year. He had found it on one of his family vacations over seas. He had kissed it before he clasped it on. "May it always protect you, sweetheart." Zoey's brought her self back to reality, with one last look, she walked up her attic style bedroom. There was a window seat that had was covered with a comfortable pad and plenty of cushions. Bookshelves lined the walls, the closet was hidden behind one that swung outward. A small alcove contained a maple table that held school books and her laptop. An old rustic iron bed was in the middle of the room, silk and satin sheets were rumpled and uneven.
Zoey yawned and sat down before she sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. For a month now, she had been having bizzare dreams. There was a world that she would enter, two wheels; she must spin both of them and then her body would be changed depending on the smaller and had to go through a sexual act with the larger one. The first time she was there, it was like a game show. She entered the stage dressed in a skimpy dress that barely covered her ass, and it only pushed and emphasized her breasts. The 'Host' directed her to a man that made her mouth water. Muscles rippled and a cock grin spread across his face as he looked at her. She couldn't see much of his face, other than the grin. They had taken part in so many acts that near the end of her dream, Zoey had collapsed on his chest after riding him hard and fast, his hands wrapped around her waist to change her speed and how hard he had wanted her to go. With tears running down her eyes from exhaustion, she gasped at him, "No more...please...Gods...no more." The man had chuckled in her ear and poked her forehead, Zoey woke up to her alarm clock going off; the two DJ's on the rock station she listened to were bantering back and forth.
Zoey had laid in bed, looking up at the wood planks, breathing hard and still in a stupor, she didn't know whether or not it was a dream or if it had been real. She reached between her legs and felt how wet she was; the wetness had slid down her thighs to her knees. Wrinkling her nose, she had gone downstairs and took a hot shower, bracing herself up against the wall facing the shower and letting it rain down her. Water flowed and took her slight curves of her body, around her ass, breast and arms. Her hair was soaked and had fallen over one eyes, "What the hell is wrong with me?" She had muttered before going to school. That day had felt like a trance and even the teachers had noticed she was off. Once again, Zoey brought herself back from her thoughts to stare at a pill bottle on her nightstand besides a water bottle. A few days ago, she had had a doctors appointment to get some pills so she wouldn't remember any dreams. She knocked one back and swallowed a gulp of water. Rubbing her neck again she pulled her covers over her and sighed, relaxing enough to silence the thoughts that wouldn't shut up, to wait for the meds to take control. Zoey passed out a few minutes later.
"Goooood Morning! It's five to the hour, here at KMX The Rock!" Zoey groaned and rolled over to see light pouring across her window seat through the sheer curtains. By impulse, she reached between her legs and again felt how wet she was. With a deep sigh, Zoey pulled her hair tie off and tossed it next to the pill bottle. "At least I didn't remember anything..." She sighed softly, as she sat up, her ass twinged with pain and she grimaced. "I guess I rolled for anal last night..." Stretching she walked down to her shower, taking a quick one, she came back into her room with a towel wrapped around her to Sixx AM Life is Beautiful. Her eyes rolled a stormy blue and she gave a dark grin, "Life is...I just can't escape it because my dreams aren't really that normal." She got ready quickly before reaching over to reset her clock. Grabbing a rugged leather messenger bag, keys and a matching rugged light leather jacket, she bounced down the stairs and out the door to catch the bus to school, the last few lines of the song rolled through her head, 'Once you've lost it all, you'll see that life is beautiful.' She wasn't sure if she had lost it all yet or not, but she knew she was damn close. She was going to loose her sanity soon if the dreams kept up.
"Zoey!!!" Zoey's eyes turned to a deep purple as she turned to face Drake, the friend that had given her the necklace. "Hey!" She hugged him as he looked at her from maroon eyes that were filled with worry, "You don't look like you slept very well." He told her as they walked towards English. Zoey shook her head and leaned against his arm before holding the strap of her messenger bag. "I didn't...not really." Drake nodded and pulled loose strands of his shoulderblade length brown hair behind his ears. His hair was tied with a piece of leather, a slim binder along with a few books were held in one hand. "Well, we have a sub this class and I know Jason and Michael are going to fuck with him or her so that we won't have much to do but talk. You can sleep all period." He winked at her and Zoey nodded gratefully before she remembered something, "Wasn't the test supposed to be today?" At Drakes look, she side, "Great, so I studied for nothing..." Drake's laughter followed her into the class.
The desks were the old school wood top, seat and chair connected by a bar of steel. Not very comfortable, but they were all that the school could afford-especially with the Princpal skimming off funding for himself and the working girls he had in his bed every night. With a shake of her head, she looked at Drake who was seated a near the front of the class and to the left of her, giving him a small smile, she remained awake until roll was taken and then, true to Drake's word, Jason and Michael started 'helping' with the lesson plan. Mr Evens got so confused, he closed the day planner and told them all to treat this period like study hall. A cheer rose up and Jason gave a very smug look of satisfaction pulled across his face. Zoey caught his eye and mouthed a 'thank you' to him. Jason gave a cheshire smirk and winked at her before giving an over dramatic incline of his head. Zoey curled up with her bag; the sound of leather moving was lost in the low chatter that had almost at once filled the class. Drake looked at her and smiled in a loving way before Zoey's eyes snapped shut.
"Welcome back Zoey!" The Host said and Zoey growled low in her throat, she didn't take one of her pills, so of course she'd remember this. The Host gave her a chiding look and she instantly felt like a little girl with a father getting after her for misbehavior. "You are supposed to remember this..." He gave her a grin. Zoey flipped him off and braced herself for what was to come.
Zoey yawned and sat down before she sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. For a month now, she had been having bizzare dreams. There was a world that she would enter, two wheels; she must spin both of them and then her body would be changed depending on the smaller and had to go through a sexual act with the larger one. The first time she was there, it was like a game show. She entered the stage dressed in a skimpy dress that barely covered her ass, and it only pushed and emphasized her breasts. The 'Host' directed her to a man that made her mouth water. Muscles rippled and a cock grin spread across his face as he looked at her. She couldn't see much of his face, other than the grin. They had taken part in so many acts that near the end of her dream, Zoey had collapsed on his chest after riding him hard and fast, his hands wrapped around her waist to change her speed and how hard he had wanted her to go. With tears running down her eyes from exhaustion, she gasped at him, "No more...please...Gods...no more." The man had chuckled in her ear and poked her forehead, Zoey woke up to her alarm clock going off; the two DJ's on the rock station she listened to were bantering back and forth.
Zoey had laid in bed, looking up at the wood planks, breathing hard and still in a stupor, she didn't know whether or not it was a dream or if it had been real. She reached between her legs and felt how wet she was; the wetness had slid down her thighs to her knees. Wrinkling her nose, she had gone downstairs and took a hot shower, bracing herself up against the wall facing the shower and letting it rain down her. Water flowed and took her slight curves of her body, around her ass, breast and arms. Her hair was soaked and had fallen over one eyes, "What the hell is wrong with me?" She had muttered before going to school. That day had felt like a trance and even the teachers had noticed she was off. Once again, Zoey brought herself back from her thoughts to stare at a pill bottle on her nightstand besides a water bottle. A few days ago, she had had a doctors appointment to get some pills so she wouldn't remember any dreams. She knocked one back and swallowed a gulp of water. Rubbing her neck again she pulled her covers over her and sighed, relaxing enough to silence the thoughts that wouldn't shut up, to wait for the meds to take control. Zoey passed out a few minutes later.
"Goooood Morning! It's five to the hour, here at KMX The Rock!" Zoey groaned and rolled over to see light pouring across her window seat through the sheer curtains. By impulse, she reached between her legs and again felt how wet she was. With a deep sigh, Zoey pulled her hair tie off and tossed it next to the pill bottle. "At least I didn't remember anything..." She sighed softly, as she sat up, her ass twinged with pain and she grimaced. "I guess I rolled for anal last night..." Stretching she walked down to her shower, taking a quick one, she came back into her room with a towel wrapped around her to Sixx AM Life is Beautiful. Her eyes rolled a stormy blue and she gave a dark grin, "Life is...I just can't escape it because my dreams aren't really that normal." She got ready quickly before reaching over to reset her clock. Grabbing a rugged leather messenger bag, keys and a matching rugged light leather jacket, she bounced down the stairs and out the door to catch the bus to school, the last few lines of the song rolled through her head, 'Once you've lost it all, you'll see that life is beautiful.' She wasn't sure if she had lost it all yet or not, but she knew she was damn close. She was going to loose her sanity soon if the dreams kept up.
"Zoey!!!" Zoey's eyes turned to a deep purple as she turned to face Drake, the friend that had given her the necklace. "Hey!" She hugged him as he looked at her from maroon eyes that were filled with worry, "You don't look like you slept very well." He told her as they walked towards English. Zoey shook her head and leaned against his arm before holding the strap of her messenger bag. "I didn't...not really." Drake nodded and pulled loose strands of his shoulderblade length brown hair behind his ears. His hair was tied with a piece of leather, a slim binder along with a few books were held in one hand. "Well, we have a sub this class and I know Jason and Michael are going to fuck with him or her so that we won't have much to do but talk. You can sleep all period." He winked at her and Zoey nodded gratefully before she remembered something, "Wasn't the test supposed to be today?" At Drakes look, she side, "Great, so I studied for nothing..." Drake's laughter followed her into the class.
The desks were the old school wood top, seat and chair connected by a bar of steel. Not very comfortable, but they were all that the school could afford-especially with the Princpal skimming off funding for himself and the working girls he had in his bed every night. With a shake of her head, she looked at Drake who was seated a near the front of the class and to the left of her, giving him a small smile, she remained awake until roll was taken and then, true to Drake's word, Jason and Michael started 'helping' with the lesson plan. Mr Evens got so confused, he closed the day planner and told them all to treat this period like study hall. A cheer rose up and Jason gave a very smug look of satisfaction pulled across his face. Zoey caught his eye and mouthed a 'thank you' to him. Jason gave a cheshire smirk and winked at her before giving an over dramatic incline of his head. Zoey curled up with her bag; the sound of leather moving was lost in the low chatter that had almost at once filled the class. Drake looked at her and smiled in a loving way before Zoey's eyes snapped shut.
"Welcome back Zoey!" The Host said and Zoey growled low in her throat, she didn't take one of her pills, so of course she'd remember this. The Host gave her a chiding look and she instantly felt like a little girl with a father getting after her for misbehavior. "You are supposed to remember this..." He gave her a grin. Zoey flipped him off and braced herself for what was to come.